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[joejoeba]

Barfs this up & leaves

[amirasainz]

hi! i rlly LOVE your works 🥹 you're my favorite author rn!!!! 💕can we get a team principal reader x f1 drivers where she got mad because fia is being unfair to mclaren boys, then she gets protective of the boys during interviews smth like that. then, other drivers were impressed and jealous of mcl boys because they want the same treatment from y/n too hehe. thank u so much & i hope you're having a great dayyy (sorry if there are mistakes. english is not my first language 😅)

Using her voice

The post-qualifying buzz always had its own kind of electric atmosphere. The pit lane was still humming, the smell of burnt rubber clung to the air, and team radios crackled in every direction. Reporters with lanyards were already circling like bees around honey.

And standing at the heart of it all, just outside the McLaren garage, was Yn.

She stood tall — well, tall enough in her stylish orange heels — wearing a fitted, double-breasted blazer dress in McLaren papaya, gold hoop earrings, hair in a sleek ponytail, eyes hidden behind designer sunglasses. She looked like a woman who ran the world.

And, in a way, she did.

At just 22 years old, she was the youngest Team Principal Formula 1 had ever seen. Some laughed when McLaren announced her appointment. But no one was laughing now. Not when she had transformed the garage into a tight-knit family, not when her boys—Lando and Oscar—were pushing the front-runners more than ever.

Not when every driver on the grid would sell their left tire to have her in their garage.

But today?

Today she was pissed.

“Where’s Yn?” Oscar asked, leaning against the wall near the garage, still in his race suit.

Lando was standing next to him, arms crossed. “In a meeting with the stewards. Again.”

Oscar scoffed. “Let me guess. Another bogus penalty?”

“Yup,” Lando replied. “Three-place grid drop for 'blocking' Stroll in Q2. But there’s no footage of it. And no one was even close to him.”

Oscar frowned. “They gave me a track limits warning for going wide in the pit lane. The pit lane, Lando.”

“I swear they just spin a wheel back there with our names on it.”

The garage door opened, and every head turned.

Yn stepped out, and her expression said it all.

Danger.

She took off her sunglasses slowly, dramatically, like she was in a spy movie, and tucked them into the inside pocket of her blazer.

“Boys,” she said, her voice cool but razor-sharp. “We're doing the interview. Now.”

Oscar blinked. “Are you sure? You seem—uh—”

“Furious?” she offered sweetly.

Lando raised an eyebrow. “Just checking you don’t want to cool down first?”

“Oh no,” Yn replied, glancing around as reporters started to gather. “I’m perfectly warm. Let’s give them a show.”

And that’s when every driver in the paddock started paying attention.

Charles was mid-sip of his water when he noticed the gathering. “What’s going on at McLaren?”

“Fireworks,” George murmured, adjusting his Mercedes jacket as he leaned on the railing.

Pierre grinned. “God, she looks like she’s about to go full CEO on the FIA.”

Carlos joined, arms crossed. “I’d kill to be defended like that.”

Even Max, who usually didn’t care much about anything that didn’t directly involve him, raised an intrigued eyebrow from the Red Bull garage.

The crowd of reporters was already surrounding the McLaren garage. Cameras rolled. Microphones were raised. Fans crowded on the opposite side of the barrier, all eyes locked on Yn — who stood between her drivers like a queen with her knights.

Oscar and Lando flanked her like twin towers, both wearing their best don’t mess with us faces. If anyone got too close, they looked ready to bodycheck a reporter into the next century.

The first question was innocent enough.

“Yn, can you explain the FIA’s penalty decision for Lando?”

Yn smiled politely, but her tone was ice with a hint of flame.

“Sure. I’d love to explain. Actually, I’d love for them to explain. Because last I checked, you need evidence to hand out penalties. And unless someone’s hiding a secret camera in the sky, I’d say the footage they reviewed exists purely in someone’s imagination.”

The reporter chuckled nervously. “So… you disagree with the stewards’ call?”

“Oh no, I don’t disagree,” Yn said, tilting her head. “I think it’s adorable they think people won’t notice how utterly irrational their decisions are. Like—what’s the point of rules if they’re going to be applied like we’re playing roulette?”

Oscar coughed to hide a grin. Lando muttered, “Get 'em, boss,” under his breath.

Another reporter tried to cut in. “Do you think McLaren is being targeted?”

Yn’s eyes flashed.

“I think someone is upset that we’re doing well,” she said coolly. “And instead of raising the bar, they’re trying to drag us back down to mediocrity with penalties that don’t make sense, don’t follow precedent, and honestly—look lazy.”

There were several gasps.

Even the Aston Martin garage had gone quiet.

Kimi, who’d wandered by for a snack from the hospitality truck, blinked. “Is it normal to find a Team Principal hot when she’s angry?”

Ollie beside him mumbled, “If it’s wrong, I don’t want to be right.”

A Ferrari mechanic whispered, “I want her to yell at me like that.”

Yn wasn’t done.

“I’m not going to stand by while my drivers are punished for being good. Oscar drove clean. Lando did nothing wrong. So if the FIA wants to penalize us, I suggest they also penalize everyone else who’s ever driven slightly wide, slightly slow, or slightly too perfect.”

Silence.

Then a reporter dared to ask, “And what do your drivers think?”

Lando stepped forward.

“I think Yn’s the best Team Principal I’ve ever worked with.”

Oscar nodded. “She protects us. She believes in us. And we believe in her.”

Yn smiled, proud and fierce, as both boys stood at her side like bodyguards. Their body language screamed: This is our leader. Hurt her, and we’ll fight back.

A few more questions were thrown in, but Yn wrapped it up neatly.

“That’ll be all. I have cars to prepare, engineers to brief, and a team to defend. And trust me—McLaren isn’t backing down.”

She turned, heels clicking sharply on the concrete, both boys following closely behind like an entourage.

Back in the garage, Oscar collapsed onto the nearest chair. “You just ended their whole careers.”

Lando grinned. “Seriously. That was savage. Legendary. Iconic.”

Yn shrugged, tossing her sunglasses back on. “I’m just tired of pretending like I don’t notice the double standards. If they’re going to play games, so can I. Only I play to win.”

The boys looked at her like she’d just walked out of a Marvel movie.

George peeked his head into the garage. “Hey. Just came to say... That was impressive. Very... commanding.”

Charles followed, pretending to check his phone. “Yeah. Um. So… if you’re ever bored of orange, you know, red’s a good color too.”

Pierre winked. “Or blue. Alpine blue is very flattering.”

Max walked in without a word, looked Yn up and down, nodded once, and left.

Oscar raised his eyebrows. “Are we going to have to start putting up a 'No Flirting With Our TP' sign?”

Lando crossed his arms. “I’m getting one printed tonight.”

Yn just smirked, clearly enjoying herself. “Let them look,” she said. “They can admire the view from afar. Because this view? Is McLaren only.”

That night on Twitter:

@F1HotGossip:

MCLAREN TEAM PRINCIPAL YN JUST COOKED THE FIA ALIVE DURING A POST-QUALY INTERVIEW. DRIVERS FROM THREE OTHER TEAMS HAVE ALREADY "CHECKED IN" TO MCLAREN’S HOSPITALITY. 🧡🔥 #QueenYn #PapayaProtectionSquad

@OscarFan81:

She’s 22, dresses like a Vogue cover, defends her boys like a lioness, and terrifies the FIA. This woman is living my dream.

@TheRealLando:

our boss > your boss. stay mad.

Have a good time, everyone! Requests are open for TP reader

[rmview]

accidentally leaking their relationship, SKZ.

featuring — stray kids members x gn!reader  ( masterlist )

summary — a reaction of how the stray kids boys end up leaking their relationship accidentally!

contents — crack, fluff, no warnings.

bang ♡ chan

bang chan was always meticulous about keeping your relationship under wraps. as the leader of stray kids, he knew how quickly rumors could spiral and wanted to protect you from unnecessary scrutiny. but even someone as careful as him could make a mistake.

it happened during one of his famous live broadcasts. chan was sitting in his studio, casually chatting with fans as he fiddled with some tracks on his computer. he was explaining his latest project when a notification popped up on his screen. without thinking, he clicked it, and for a brief second, a picture of the two of you appeared.

it wasn’t anything scandalous — just a selfie of you leaning against his shoulder, both of you smiling softly. but it was enough. the comments exploded almost instantly.

who was that??? is chan dating someone??? did i just see a girl??? that girl was me guys, chill

bang chan’s eyes widened as he realized what had happened. “oh, uh…” he scratched the back of his neck, trying to think fast. “that was… an old picture! a friend sent it to me earlier. sorry about that, everyone!”

he quickly ended the broadcast, his heart racing as he leaned back in his chair. a million thoughts ran through his head — had anyone managed to screenshot it? what would the company say? more importantly, what would you think?

when he called you later to explain, you laughed softly, though he could hear the worry in your voice. “it’s okay, chan. it was bound to happen at some point.”

“no, it’s not okay,” he insisted. “i promised to keep this private for your sake, and i slipped up.”

“you’re human,” you reassured him. “and besides, we’ll handle whatever happens together, right?”

hearing your calm voice eased some of his guilt. “yeah, together,” he said softly. “but i’m still going to be extra careful from now on.”

felix ♡

felix adored you, and while he was determined to keep your relationship private, he sometimes let his excitement get the best of him.

the leak happened when felix was baking cookies during a live broadcast. fans loved his warm, cozy streams, and he often shared stories and tips while he worked. as he was mixing dough, his phone lit up with a message from you. without thinking, he glanced at it and smiled.

“sorry, guys,” he said, holding up the phone. “just got a cute message from…” he froze, realizing what he’d just said, gaze falling to the chat that erupted with curiosity.

from who??? felix, are you hiding something??? who’s the cute message from???

felix’s face turned beet red as he stammered, “uh, from my… my friend! yeah, just a good friend.” he laughed nervously, quickly changing the subject to the cookies.

after the stream, he called you in a panic. “i think i messed up,” he admitted, pacing his room. “i almost said too much!”

you couldn’t help but laugh. “relax, lix. it’s not the end of the world.”

“but i want to protect you from all this,” he said, his voice laced with guilt. “i don’t want you dragged into the spotlight because of me.”

“felix,” you said softly, “i know you’ll do your best. and no matter what happens, i’m not going anywhere.”

his heart melted at your reassurance. “you’re too good to me,” he murmured. “but i’ll be more careful. promise.”

lee ♡ know

lee know was famously private, so the idea of accidentally exposing your relationship was something he had nightmares about. he was cautious, always double-checking everything he posted and keeping personal moments strictly offline.

the slip-up came during a group photoshoot. the boys were filming behind-the-scenes content for fans, and lee know had forgotten that he’d left your bracelet on his wrist. it was subtle — a simple silver band engraved with your initials — but eagle-eyed fans didn’t miss a thing. as the content was uploaded online, surprised comments flooded in.

is that… a couple bracelet??? whose initials are those? lee know, explain yourself!!!!

when he saw the comments later, lee know’s heart sank. he immediately called his manager, working out a way to downplay the situation. “it’s just a gift from a close friend,” he said during a live broadcast, keeping his tone neutral.

later that night, he came over to your place, still visibly upset. “i’m sorry,” he said as soon as you opened the door.

you tilted your head, confused. “for what?”

“for being careless,” he said, holding up his wrist. “i should’ve taken it off before the shoot.”

you smiled, reaching out to take his hand. “minho, it’s okay. it’s just a bracelet. and honestly, i’m kind of proud they noticed — i like seeing you wear it.”

his lips twitched into a small smile. “you’re too understanding.”

“i trust you,” you said simply. “and no matter what happens, i’m not worried.”

lee know wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on your head. “i’ll be more careful next time. but i’m glad you’re not mad.”

“i could never be mad at you,” you teased, making him chuckle softly.

hyun ♡ jin

hyunjin was a hopeless romantic, and his love for you was something he carried with him everywhere. he was cautious about keeping your relationship private but couldn’t help tiny, subtle slips — moments where his affection for you shone through.

the leak happened during a spontaneous live broadcast. hyunjin was lounging on the couch, answering fans’ questions, when someone asked about the small ring on his pinky finger. without thinking, he smiled.

“oh, this?” he held it up, admiring the simple band. “it’s, uh… special to me.”

the chat exploded:

special? like… how??? hyunjin, tell us the truth!!! guys chill that was my anniversary present to him

realizing what he’d done, his eyes widened slightly, and he quickly tried to play it off. “it’s just a good luck charm,” he said with a nervous laugh, switching topics to his latest dance project.

after the live ended, hyunjin flopped onto the couch, groaning into a cushion. he called you immediately, his voice full of guilt. “i messed up. they noticed the ring, and i think they know it’s from you.”

you laughed softly on the other end of the line. “hyunjin, it’s not a big deal. they don’t know for sure.”

“but i feel like i betrayed your trust,” he said, sitting up. “i promised to be careful, and now people might start guessing things.”

“hyunjin,” you said gently, “you don’t have to carry all of this by yourself. we’ll handle it together, okay?”

hearing your reassurance made him feel a little better. “i’m so lucky to have you,” he murmured. “but i’ll be more careful — i don’t want anything to put you in a tough spot.”

jeong ♡ in

jeongin was naturally shy, and dating you was something he kept close to his heart. he wanted to protect your privacy, knowing how overwhelming things could get if the public found out. but even he wasn’t immune to slip-ups.

it happened during a group photoshoot. as the members joked around, jeongin absentmindedly pulled out his phone to check a message from you. a staff member teasingly asked, “who’s got your attention so much, innie?”

without thinking, jeongin blushed and muttered, “just my —” he caught himself, but the damage was done. his hyungs immediately caught on, and a few snickered. “your what, jeongin?”

the teasing moment was captured on camera and uploaded to a behind-the-scenes video. fans were quick to pick up on his slip, speculating about who he might be texting.

jeongin panicked when he saw the comments later. “they’re going to figure it out,” he fretted, pacing his room as he called you.

you tried to calm him down. “jeongin, it’s fine. people speculate all the time — it doesn’t mean they know anything for sure.”

“but what if they do?” he asked, his voice small. “i don’t want you to get hurt because of me.”

you smiled softly, even though he couldn’t see it. “i trust you, and i’m not worried. just be yourself, okay? you don’t have to carry this alone.”

his heart swelled at your words. “you’re too good to me,” he said quietly. “i’ll do better — i promise.”

han ♡

han tried to keep your relationship private, but his naturally playful and forgetful nature meant he occasionally slipped up. one of those moments came when he was recording behind-the-scenes content for a vlog.

as he was showing off his desk setup in the dorm, the camera accidentally panned over a sticky note on the wall that read, “love you, idiot - y/n.” fans immediately paused and zoomed in, and the comment section blew up.

who’s y/n??? han has a girlfriend??? explain yourself to our kids, han jisung!!!

han didn’t notice the uproar until much later, when staff informed him about the growing buzz online. his first reaction was pure panic. “what? how did they see that?!”

he went back to the dorm and immediately called you. “i think i messed up big time,” he admitted, pacing nervously. “your name showed up in the vlog, and people are already talking about it.”

you chuckled softly, though you could tell he was freaking out. “jisung, it’s okay. it’s not like they know anything else.”

“but they’ll start digging,” he groaned. “what if they find out more? i hate the thought of you being dragged into this.”

“hey,” you said gently, “we’ll figure it out. i’m not mad, and i trust you to handle it.”

he sighed, sitting down on his bed. “you’re way too understanding, you know that? i’ll make sure this doesn’t happen again. you deserve better than this kind of stress.”

hearing the guilt in his voice, you reassured him once more. “i’m not worried, jisung. just promise me you’ll stop beating yourself up about it.”

he smiled, feeling a little better. “promise. i’ll be more careful — for you.”

seung ♡ min

seungmin was always composed and cautious, but even he wasn’t immune to the occasional slip-up. he valued your privacy deeply and did his best to ensure your relationship stayed out of the public eye. however, the unthinkable happened during a live broadcast with the group.

the members were joking around when a fan asked who among them was most romantic. changbin teasingly pointed to seungmin, and someone else chimed in, “yeah, seungmin’s probably the type to write love letters.”

seungmin, caught off guard, laughed and muttered, “well, y/n likes —” he froze mid-sentence, realizing what he’d just said. the room fell silent for a beat before the other members burst out laughing to cover for him.

“who’s y/n, seungmin?” hyunjin teased, but seungmin waved it off, cheeks flushed. “no one! i meant, uh, someone i know…” he mumbled, quickly redirecting the conversation.

after the broadcast ended, seungmin rushed to call you. “i slipped up,” he said, his voice laced with frustration. “i said your name. people might connect the dots.”

you chuckled, trying to calm him down. “seungmin, it’s okay. it was an honest mistake.”

“but i promised to protect your privacy,” he argued, guilt evident in his tone. “i don’t want this to affect you.”

“seungmin,” you reassured him, “you’re overthinking it. it’s not like they have any proof. let’s not stress over something we can’t change.”

he let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair. “you’re always so calm about these things. i don’t deserve you.”

“you’re doing your best,” you said softly. “and that’s more than enough for me.”

seungmin smiled, feeling the tension in his chest ease. “i’ll be more careful from now on. you mean too much to me to let this happen again.”

chang ♡ bin

changbin had always been an affectionate boyfriend, often expressing his love through sweet words and gestures. however, his bubbly personality and tendency to speak without thinking occasionally got him into trouble.

the slip happened during a studio vlog. changbin was casually showing off his recording setup when his phone lit up with a notification. the camera caught the preview of your text, which read: “don’t work too hard today, okay? love you 💕”

he didn’t realize it at first, but eagle-eyed fans did. within minutes of the vlog’s release, screenshots flooded social media, sparking speculation about who the message was from.

when changbin finally saw the comments, his heart sank. “oh no,” he muttered, replaying the clip and realizing what had happened.

he immediately called you, his voice a mix of guilt and worry. “i messed up, babe. your message showed up in the vlog, and fans are already talking about it.”

you were silent for a moment before laughing softly. “changbin, it’s okay. these things happen.”

“but i should’ve been more careful,” he argued, pacing his studio. “i don’t want you to deal with any negativity because of me.”

“hey,” you interrupted gently, “i’m not upset, and i’m not worried. if anything, it’s kind of sweet — they saw how much you care about me.”

her words made his chest tighten with affection. “you’re way too understanding,” he said, his voice softening. “but i’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again. you don’t deserve to deal with any stress because of me.”

“you’re overthinking it,” you teased. “but if it makes you feel better, i trust you to be careful next time.”

changbin smiled, his heart feeling lighter. “thank you for being so amazing. i’ll make it up to you — i promise.”

notes: hope you guys enjoyed reading this because i enjoyed writing it a little too much xD

[exhaustedpirate]

i'd marry you with paper rings

this was supposed to be a be my valentine entry and it's been written for months, i just didn't feel like it was finished enough to post BUT fuck it, have a peraltiago-inspired bucktommy wedding so, bc of when it was written, bobby is alive and chris is there bc i say so and there's Good Friend Eddie Diaz this is a no-beta tumblr exclusive just for yall!

G rating | 1310 words

It was all supposed to go according to plan.

There was a clipboard and a detailed checklist, even a timeline. Everything was checked and double-checked - he had made sure of it, so sure that he even worried that he was about to be divorced before he ever made it down the aisle.

He had a plan and he was driving everyone crazy. But Evan was being so patient. 

Actually, every time Tommy pulled out his clipboard or notepad, there was a glint in his eyes. And every time Evan said that “it was fine”, there was a secretive smile on his lips. But thoughts of Evan’s lips usually lead him to distraction so he never got around to asking what that was about.

It didn’t matter now, though. Everything was ruined.

Tommy stood by the 133’s engine, watching as the flames that had taken over the recreation center were fought, slowly being tamed by the talented firefighters on shift. Ravi, working with the 118’s B-shift, helped an older man out of the building, his suit splattered with pink powder.

Great news, everyone, Dumbass 1 and 2 were having a girl.

There were flower arrangements completely incinerated, the beautiful colour pattern that matched them perfectly was now all black and he didn’t want to think about how the delicious cake they had picked out had probably disintegrated with the heat. It was a disaster.

“Tom?” 

Evan’s voice is quiet but it brings him out of thoughts of ruined ceremonies and burnt chairs. At least they all got out, safe and sound even if not unscathed.

Tommy takes hold of Evan’s stretched out left hand, running a thumb over rough knuckles. He pulls Evan to him carefully to wrap his arms around him, not touching his right arm where it’s most definitely dislocated. 

“I’m sorry,” Tommy whispers, close to his neck. “I wanted to give us a perfect day and-”

Evan pulls away, his left hand cupping Tommy’s cheek, fingers careful as they caressed between a bruise and a bandaged cut. “It wasn’t your fault that some- some idiots decided to bring explosives to a gender reveal,” They both share a groan at that. 

“Let us just not have any gender reveal parties when we have babies of our own.”

Evan grins and Tommy is only human, he can’t help but to share his smile. “O-Okay, is that after we finally get married?” 

“Preferably, but I’m not picky.” 

Evan laughs, his eyes so fond that it reminds Tommy that he hasn’t kissed Evan today, which in itself is criminal. Their lips meet for a chaste kiss, a kiss meant to be shared in front of friends and family and in an aisle meticulously picked and set up by Tommy’s watchful eye.

It is still a great kiss. But kissing Evan always is.

“Hey, lovebirds,” Bobby’s voice startles them apart and Evan hisses as they turn sharply towards his former Captain approaching them with a faint limp from where he twisted his ankle. “Are you still interested in getting married today?”

Tommy knows his frown is being matched by his fiance, deepening when Bobby chuckles. “What do you mean, Cap?” Evan asks.

“Well,” And now Bobby, despite his usual unfaltering demeanour, gets a spark of vulnerability in his eyes. “It won’t be the very organised event you two were planning,” There’s a pointed look at Tommy who feels no shame at his excitement over his wedding day and feels vindicated at the sweet look Evan sends his way. “But it will be the intimate wedding you wanted.”

Bobby points towards the fire engines parked at the recreational center’s parking lot where all their friends and family stand with warm smiles. Eddie had a sling on his left arm and stitches on his cheek. Maddie’s pale blue dress was covered in ash and ripped. Howie was surprisingly unscathed, just very dirty and with a bruise on his jaw. Bobby had been standing next to Tommy by the altar and they shared identical cuts on their side. 

They are all in equal states of dishevelment - the ceremony had been interrupted by the first explosion, just as Evan was joining him at the altar. But he was glad that no one had gotten severely injured, he wouldn’t have forgiven himself if they had.

“What do you say?” 

Evan is looking at him with those bright eyes, love pouring out of them as if he has an infinite amount to give. It never fails to steal his breath away, to make him want to pinch himself. It’s still unreal that he gets to have this, to have a love as powerful as this to receive and to give in equal amounts.

“I would marry you on the hull of a capsized ship, Evan Buckley.”

The younger firefighter’s face almost splits in half with the wide grin on his face. Next to them, Bobby laughs before giving the others some sign to get everything in place.

“Please, don’t jinx us, babe.” Evan begs with a laugh.

Tommy laughs with him before softly running his thumb over Evan’s left eye, following the lines of his birthmark. “How about we just get married now then?”

Evan’s smile is bright and Tommy thinks he knows how it feels to give his heart to someone and know that it’ll be safe. As a young man, fighting against his sexuality in an unsafe world, he fantasized extensively about this day. He had never thought it would become a reality, though.

Then again, he had never expected Evan Buckley either.

“That sounds great.” 

Their friends and family greeted them with happy smiles. 

Instead of waiting at the altar for Evan to walk down the aisle with his sister, they walk hand in hand to join where Bobby waits for them, Eddie and Howie at either side of him.

Instead of walking through a flower-covered aisle with each colourful petal meticulously placed by a misunderstood 5-year old artist, Jee Yun jumps on her toes leaned against her mother’s legs. The dark-hair buns on either side of her head at a safe distance from a curious 1 and a half year old Kevin’s hands.

Instead of practised speeches, vows written in stock cards and held in trembling hands, there are improvised promises to love, to be loved, to protect, to be protected, to save, to be saved, to show up soot or not, to follow into fire and flood. 

Instead of rings escorted by a suited-up Chris in a carefully picked box, the teenager passes the box to Sal from where he tiredly sits on an improvised chair, who passes it to Josh, who passes it to Lucy, who passes it to Melton, who passes it to Eddie, who, under the amused chuckles of everyone involved, passes one of the rings to Howie.

Instead of vows shared over the sound of quiet piano chords played by the surprisingly talented Denny, there was the sound of hoses, heavy boots hitting pavement, truck doors opening and closing, commands and radio chatter.

And yet, as they hitch a ride to the hospital for final checks and reassurances, Tommy doesn’t mourn the long weeks spent planning the perfect wedding. 

All Tommy can think about is the smile on Evan’s face, the way the happy tears running down his cheek create clear tracks through the ash. He thinks about the happiness reflected on the faces of all of their friends and family. He thinks about the future. Their first anniversary, their fifth, their twentieth, their fiftieth. He thinks about their home, maybe children, maybe dogs, a cat. All the space they can make their own.

Tommy thinks about the future with the love of his life. His thoughts are reflected in Evan’s smile when his husband turns to him with that smile on his face.

It all went according to plan.

[thanksbutno98]

Needy

John Price x wife!reader OC

Summary: John Price finds himself late for work to have a, not so quick, quickie with his pregnant wife.

Warnings: NSFW, pregnancy sex, oral f!receiving, p in v, bossy reader, dirty talk, allusions to other sex acts, not edited.

Authors note: nothing makes me more self conscious than posting smut 😭

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John’s thick fingers wrapped around the tan laces of his brown military boots, tugging them tight and tying them off. Double checking that they were fastened he pulled on them again assuring they wouldn’t come loose.

Standing in the doorway of your living room you carefully watched your husband who was sitting on the chase lounge, of your new white U shaped couch and tying his dusty boots. Normally you would be on his case for having his boots on the new rug but he looked so delicious you didn’t care. He was hunched over in a fitted army green t-shirt, camouflage cargo pants, with his mutton chops trimmed nice and neat. The way his arms flexed as he doubled checked his boots was enough to have you skipping over to him. You knew he had to be on base for a meeting, you knew he didn’t have time for this, but you didn’t care.

Clapping his hands against his knees John was about to stand and head out when you plopped right down in his lap. You still hadn’t changed out of what you wore to bed, sitting on him with your powder pink silk panties and his white t-shirt that just covered your ass. Looking into your bright eyes he quirked an eyebrow at you, an amused smirk dusting his face.

“Hi.” You practically giggled the word out at him. Wrapping your arms around his neck you lightly bounced on his thick muscular thigh with a wide grin.

“Well hello there.” John couldn’t help but chuckle back as your teeth sank into your plump bottom lip. His right hand instinctively ran down your back until it settled on your ass, while his left came and splayed across your five month pregnant belly.

“You should stay a little longer.” It was a statement that sounded a bit too much like a demand.

“I have an important meeting. I can’t be late.” If John didn’t find you so cute he’d be rolling his eyes and grumbling about being held up at the moment. But he wasn’t, he was okay entertaining you for a moment or two.

He wanted to see what you were up to. It wasn’t uncommon for you to rope him into something he least expected, it had been more so than usual since he had gotten you pregnant. Right now he was waiting for you to ask him to pick you something up on his way home or if he’d fetch something for you from the top shelf in the kitchen cupboard. Just yesterday you asked him to clean the lint filter for the dryer because you couldn’t stand the smell; he wasn’t even positive lint had a smell.

“Spend time with me.” You whispered before placing a sweet little kiss to his scruffy cheek then upturned lips.

“I can’t be late, darling.” John chuckled as you pouted back at him. Leaning in close your hot breath ghosted across his skin, foreheads meeting and nose nudging his.

“But I need you.” the confession had John perking up.

“Need me?” A smug grin was plastered across his bearded face at you being so forward with him.

Usually you were a little flirt who got him riled up and dragging you to bed instead of just outright asking for it. It was like you planted the idea into John’s head most times making him look like a horny bastard while you played the innocent wife who had no clue what she was doing.

“Yeah, right now.” You shook your head eagerly. You were moving your hips back and forth on his thigh ever so slightly to create just a bit of pressure to help relieve the thrumming desire in your bones. You had one hand fiddling with the hair at the nape of his neck while the other slowly ran down his firm chest.

“Darling, you don’t need me. You want me and I’m sorry but I have to get going.” John’s charming smile faded when he saw the cute flirty look you were giving him vanish in a flash. Now you were staring back at him utterly annoyed.

“I need you like I needed that piece of cake last night.” You spoke seriously.

The comparison had it all clicking in John’s head. This wasn’t an ‘I want something but it can wait’ scenario. This was ‘I’m going to be pissed off and hate you until I get that what I want’ type of thing. John had to scramble to his brother’s house and get you his sister in laws chocolate cake or else you were going to go ballistic last night. You had threatened to never speak to him again if he didn’t get it for you, which was completely out of character for his normally patient and understanding wife. It was his fault that he forgot it on the way home when you’d reminded him a hundred times. He was a lucky man that his brother and sister in law ran a bakery or he’d been stuck to deal with you crying over cake until you fell asleep.

“Ah, I see.” John shook his head and gulped down the bit of anxiety that was creeping up his throat. The last thing he wanted was for you to throw a fit.

But, why was it turning him on that you were being so pushy?

John hated being bossed around by anyone, you included. You just happen to get away with it more because you sweetly encouraged him to do things instead of outright demanding them. But now, seeing your eyebrows knit together and the absolute need to get your ‘craving’ satisfied had his cargo pants unusually tight.

“Sit back, love.” John whispered.

Sliding you backward off his lap and onto the chase lounge, he slowly kneeled in front of you. Eye contact was never broken as your mean scowl turned into a ‘that’s what I thought’ look. Seeing you so smug at getting him to do exactly what you wanted, right when you wanted it had John’s pulse thrumming loudly in his ear. God, weren’t you the most divine woman he’d ever laid eyes on.

John’s rough bear like hands slid your thighs apart so he could get his frame between them. Slowly they grasped the edge of his t-shirt you were wearing and removed it for you. He gulped seeing your tits perky out on display, along with your beautiful baby bump.

“Lay back.” John’s pressed his forehead to yours, the two of you breathing the other in. The tension was electrifying, the thought of John’s mouth on you consuming your mind.

Leaning forward slightly you caught his lips in yours and hungrily devoured him. Your teeth clacked together and tongue plunged into his wanting mouth. John let out an intense groan feeling just how desperate and rough you were for him right now. In a flash his hands were on your breasts, massaging them firmly and tweaking your nipples. His rough touch had your hair standing on end, it felt more intense than usual having your husband all over you.

Detaching his lips from yours, John sucked and nipped his way down to the valley of your breasts causing a shiver to run up your spine. Your normal whimpers and shallow breathing was absent as you moaned like you did when John was balls deep in you. The sounds you were making during foreplay had John rock hard, never having seen you this desperate before; and you had never felt this desperate before. Sucking on your nipples sent you into a tizzy, hips bucking for friction and John’s name falling from your lips. You needed any form of friction and needed it immediately. You were so worked up it felt like your skin was on fire and it burned to not be touched where you so desired.

“Fuckin’ needy.” John growled and he stopped himself from shoving you back into the couch roughly.

He had to be gentle with you being pregnant but you were winding him up to absolutely destroy you. One large hand came and gripped your shoulder pushing you lightly back into the soft white couch cushions. His other was tugging your panties down your thighs and throwing them off to some corner of the living room. John’s mouth was kissing up your inner thighs soon after causing the most pornographic moans to spill from your lips, especially when he started to suck hickies into your soft flesh. The way his beard tickled against your sensitive skin was making you wetter than normal, he was driving you crazy and for some reason it was ticking you off.

“You sure you can handle it, darling?” John teased, blue eyes fixed on the way your mouth hung open as you laid back.

What he wasn’t expecting was the pleasure stricken face you wore to go mean in the matter of second. Your right hand roughly snatched him by the roots of his hair and shoved his face forward into your soaking cunt. He swore you told him to stop talking but he was too distracted by your wetness to be sure.

“Fu-ck.” John grunted, moaning into your sweet folds.

You being rough was a new one and John was surprisingly loving it. Never did he think he’d want you pushing him around during sex but he was really getting off on it now and he hadn’t even touched himself yet. Running his tongue through your folds and making out with you sweet sweet juices he wondered what other bossy things you might do.

“Use your tongue more.” You demanded sounding almost annoyed that John wasn’t eating you out the way you wanted him to. Clearly the way he was use to doing it wasn’t good enough.

His eyes rolled back hearing you moan loudly when he started thrusting his tongue in and out of you. It made his cock twitch knowing he was hitting it right and you were going to make sure he did. John pulled back for a moment to catch his breath but his head was shoved back into you without warning. You had wrapped your legs around his shoulder and crossed your ankles together, ultimately trapping him against your cunt.

His taunt from earlier rang in his head when he asked if you could handle it. Now he was wondering if he was the one who could handle it. But if he died from suffocation between your thighs, he died with honor.

John continued to devour your sweet folds and suck on your clit when you told him to. Soon he was finger fucking you and lapping at the sweet bundle of nerves that made you cry out in pleasure. When you tightened around John’s fingers and chocked on your breath he knew he had gotten you there and was damn proud of himself for it.

Your legs went limp and fell from his shoulders as you caught your breath and John did the same. Staring up at the white ceiling you felt unsatisfied, being devoured by the man of your dreams wasn’t doing it for you. Yeah, you got off but you still needed more. Needed to be stretched out and pounded until you forgot your own name. Looking up you saw your husband checking his watch, most likely checking to see how late he was at this point. You were about to tell him to be as late as you needed him to be but you watched him shrug his shoulders.

“Fuck it. They can wait.” John stated matter of factly before leaning back on his heels and unfastening his belt then unbuttoning his trousers. You smiled wickedly seeing him push his pants down to just below his ass and his large cock spring out. It was swollen and a bit redder than usual from having been ignored for so long. Just the sight of it had your mouth watering and a fire bursting to life in your lower belly.

That’s what you needed, that’s what would solve your problem.

“John?” You asked as he knelt to his full height and pulled you by your hips so your ass was at the edge of the couch. His rough skin felt divine against any part of you and you just wanted him to keep touching you and never stop.

“Hmm?” John’s breathed giving himself a couple of strokes before lining himself up. The movement made his belt clink lightly in the otherwise silent room. He was so focused on fucking you quickly so he could be on his way, he didn’t notice the absolute mischief dancing in your pretty eyes.

“Need you to make me cum again.” You told him.

John’s blue eyes shot up from your dripping cunt to your smug grin. You looked absolutely gorgeous naked in front of him, round belly and full breasts. It was driving him crazy to see what he’d done to you, finding you irresistible like this. The way you wanted him so badly and didn’t care about his other responsibilities had him eager to please. Getting you to cum a second time usually took longer than the first and John was running dangerously low on time and had to force himself to care.

“Darling, I have a meeting.” John looked at you flabbergasted that you would be asking for more. Yet, he was so ready to give in to every single demand of yours.

“I don’t care.” Your words were simple yet demanding and John fell more in love with you in that moment. Oh boy did he love strong women who knew their own minds, and he was the luckiest man to have found you.

“Okay then.” John nodded back, his cock throbbing at your bossiness.

In that moment John came to terms he wasn’t going to make it to work on time. He had much more pressing matters to handle at the moment. And one of them was how tight you were wrapping around him as he bottomed out, and being mesmerized by the euphoric moan that tore from you.

“Fuckin’ hell.” John moaned not waisting time and setting a steady pace, his belt clinking in rhythm.

——————

The sound of a generic ringtone and loud vibrations of a phone rumbling against wood interrupted the sound of skin smacking, heavy breathing, and dirty talk. Fumbling around John’s hand found his work phone that had laid forgotten on the coffee table. His other was clamped over your mouth to get you to keep quiet since you were lightly moaning even when he stopped thrusting.

“Hello?” John tried to steady his breath as he picked up the call without looking at who it was.

You and John had been going at it for god knows how long. You had worked your way through multiple positions until you found yourself on your back again. You’d ridden John’s lap, face, then gave him a turn to be lavished by your mouth. He’d taken you on your sides, standing, kneeling, anyway you could handle while being pregnant. You were eager and happy to be getting it from every angle and John was more than willing to do whatever you told him to, just to hear you calling his name as you came.

You were on your back with your back arched, feet planted on the cushion on either side of John’s hips. He had been holding you up a second ago but now had one hand over your mouth and the other pressing his phone to his ear. It was a bit hard with the changes your body had gone through to keep your hips up like this. But you were able to stay in the position with little help and be able to balance on your shoulders while moving your hips.

Lying beneath your husband you couldn’t make out what the person on the phone was saying, only that someone was shouting their head off on the other end. John was currently balls deep in you, in nothing but his green socks, and flushed from all the strenuous exercise you’d been demanding from him.

His cheeks were pink and chest a rosy shade. You could see he was struggling to keep his eyes open as you rocked your hips allowing his cock to slip out a few inches and then sink back inside of your warmth. Running your fingers through the wiry hair, up his tummy and then to his pecs, you lightly tweaked his nipple. The large rough hand holding his phone swatted away yours from playing with his chest. He glanced up at the ceiling and shut his eyes trying to focus on what was being said as you bounced on his cock. The feeling of how deep he was able to reach inside your body mesmerizing.

“Yes, sir.” John answered his eyes going from looking off into the living room to back down at you.

“An hours unacceptable, I agree, sir.” John’s teeth were clenched as your hips continued to move, his hand tightened against your face to keep you quiet and hopefully get you to simmer down for just this one moment.

“Some family matters came up that I’m knee deep in h-it now.” John barely faltered as your hands came to his own that was covering your mouth.

He didn’t give you any trouble in removing it, as he still wanted you to breathe, but went wide eyed as you started to suck on his index and middle fingers eagerly. Feeling his cock twitch had you rocking your hips quicker and sucking harder. He mouthed ‘stop’ at you looking angry but it only turned you on more.

“I appreciate your understating and letting me take my time. Next time I’ll make sure to inform you. Thank you sir.” Hanging up the phone John chucked it at the other end of the couch. Pulling his fingers from your lips he leaned over you, knocking you off balance so you were lying flat. Planting a searing kiss to your lips he started to fuck into you like a wild animal.

“Can’t even behave for one bloody minute. Need my cock that bad?” John grunted as he watched your tits bounce from the force of his thrusts. You were letting out the loudest moans, finger nails clawing down his biceps.

“Y-you’re not in trou-ble?” Your speech was broken as you enjoyed John’s heavy hips colliding against your ass and backs of your thighs. The rapid pace of him slipping in and out joined by his thumb roughly rubbing your clit was rushing you towards the finish line.

“No, never used a sick day before. . . So he’s letting this slide.” John said through gritted teeth. Sweat dripped from his brow and fell against your round tits. Picking up the pace the couch springs began to squeak under John’s fucking.

“Yes, fuck! Yes, John!” You shook your head feeling your orgasm building in your lower belly. The way you were griping his biceps pinched but John didn’t mind, your enthusiasm was getting him dangerously close to tipping over the edge.

“Gonna fill this tight little thing up.” John grunted out, eyes fixed on how good your cunt looked swallowing him whole.

“No! I-I need one more.” You practically sobbed, you were close but not as close as John seemed to be.

“Fuckin’ hell. I’m not gonna last darling.” John whined feeling himself start to brown out at the delayed orgasm. He was ready to spill into you thirty minutes ago, he’d been fighting it off this entire time. The only reason he had made it this long was the few breaks he took to bury his face between your thighs.

You felt John twitch inside you and knew what was about to happen. Without thinking you sat up slightly, reached between you two and tightly grasped him by the base of his cock and balls. It stopped John from releasing and he let out the most pathetic choked gasp. He didn’t know it was possible to stop him from cumming or how the hell you knew how to do that, but you did for your own selfish reasons. John felt his cock pulse as if he was going to bust but then nothing happened, leaving a strange built up feeling beneath where your fingers were latched on to him.

“Please, just a little longer.” You stared into your husband’s baby blue eyes. He looked confused and lost as he nodded his head frantically.

“How’d you-“ John began but you cut him off.

“Don’t worry about it and keep going.” Letting go, John let out a shaky breath, his thighs beginning to quake. The pressure didn’t go away in his balls but only made his cock extremely sensitive.

“Gotta be quick or I’m going to lose my mind.” John’s voice was so low he sounded as if he were in pain. His eyes were staring down at his member which looked reddish and swollen more than usual, his breath caught in his throat as you pumped him with your delicate hand a few times.

Pushing him off of you, you moved to have yourself bent at the waist, knees at the edge of the couch and elbows resting on the back. John was standing and behind you in seconds then deliciously slipping back in and starting slow so he didn’t get ahead of himself. It didn’t make sense to John why you’d pick this position as you knew the sight of your ass in the air drove him crazy. Glancing up after giving your round ass a smack John saw you staring over your shoulder at him with the most devilish look in your eyes.

“Faster.” You breathed out, back arching more and one of your hands moving down to start rubbing at yourself.

You were doing this on purpose. Riling him up and pushing him to his absolute breaking point and you were getting off on it. Seeing him sweat and work his absolute hardest to please you. Make you a puddle and completely fucked out of your mind.

“You don’t want much.” John mumbled sarcastically.

His eyes were locked on to the way your ass jiggled with each thrust. His orgasm was building quickly again so he looked up at the ceiling and watched as the fan above him slowly spun. He ended up shutting his eyes and listening to your moans as he ignored how fantastic it felt to be inside you.

Pumping his hips quickly had you twitching around him. The stretch of your husband thick cock and the angle he was hitting was finally satisfying what felt like an unscratchable itch. Knowing he was fighting for his life to not to cum was so hot to you. Knowing you were driving him up a wall pushed you closer to the precipice. The first three orgasm weren’t enough, you needed to be absolutely ruined by your bear of a man and this was the moment you’d finally feel what you’d been desperately craving since opening your eyes that morning. Now you just needed John to fall apart with you and it would be perfect.

“L-look at me while I cum John. I want you to watch me.” Your sultry voice had John letting out a guttural moan as his eyes slowly moved down to see you, with your head to the side and staring back at him.

Your cheeks were glowing and eyes hooded. You looked exhausted as honey suckles whimpers and please for him to go fast fell from your tongue. John quickened his already frantic pace and watched as you went cross eyed, mouth dropping open and tightening like a vice around him.

“Oh god, I’m-“ That was all John was able to get out before the most intense feeling ripped through his body.

His knees were shaking and quads seizing up from the prolonged movement, his vision turning white for a second. He shot thicks ropes of white into your pulsating heat with such force he felt his entire cock swell thicker and the pressure you left him with before flood out of him. It was so intense he started to fall forward. Catching himself before he fell on top of you John’s hands crashed against the back of the couch, making the wood creak against his weight.

The loud grunts and nonstop moans huffing out of your husband made your own orgasm twice as intense. You swore he got thicker inside of you for a moment as you were pulsing with such vigor you were seeing stars. Your knuckles were turning white from your grip on the back of the couch as you cried out John’s name for the final time.

“Ah~” John moaned teetering between pain and pleasure as you tried to snap his cock off.

He couldn’t get himself to stop shallowly thrusting because he was still shooting cum inside of you when he didn’t think it was possible. This had to be the longest orgasm and biggest load John had ever released. Huffing out a final high pitched whine John prayed you were finally satisfied. He wasn’t sure he could take much more or keep his job at this rate.

Chest heaving as if he had just run a marathon John’s knees buckled and fell to the couch beneath the both of you. The motion had him slipping out of you his half hard cock smacking against his thigh and somehow still leaking white. Looking down John watched as his cum practically poured out of you, proving to him this was the most he’d ever cum. Taking his hand and gripping your ass for a second, John’s thumb found your lip and pulled it open slightly to watch more leak from you. He instantly wished he had recorded this moment, never wanting to forget just how much you’d gotten out of him.

“C-can you carry me to bed?” You whispered, still bent over the back of the couch. Your eyes were shut and you were taking in shallow breaths as you fought sleep. That last round was everything you wanted and left you feeling completely worn out.

“Yeah, just give me a second. No shower?” John asked a bit surprised that you were straying from your normal routine.

“Sleep. I’ll wash the sheets when I get up.” You hummed, sinking into the cushion so you were half curled against one of the throw pillows and hugging it. His eyes wandered down to your obvious bump, it had him smiling knowing you were carrying his son. Picking up the shirt you were wearing he wiped himself off then did the same for you. You hummed as a way to say thank you but laid still and rested.

“Sleep.” John responded in a day dream like state. Sleep sounded wonderful to him after the workout of the century, but he had other priorities. The thought of going and doing physical labour at work sounded like torture.

Getting up from his knees John rolled his shoulders back and bent down to pick you up. His back ached and his legs felt like jello but he was too proud to admit it. Sliding his arms under your knees and behind your back John hoisted you up letting out a grunt.

“Don’t make that noise.” You scolded, curling into your husband warmth.

“What noise?” John questioned. Now that you weren’t having sex he was not a fan of the bossy tone.

“Like I’m a million pounds. Maybe lift more weights or something so I’m light as a feather.” The response was bratty and had John rolling his eyes. Even after getting exactly what you wanted you were still being moody with him.

“How about thank you? I missed my meeting for this.” John grumbled as he brought you upstairs.

“You’re welcome for allowing you to have sex with me. And if you’re not nice to me that’ll be the last time.” You lightly threatened, playing with the tufts of auburn hair on his chest.

“I’m not nice to you?” John laughed in disbelief at your logic.

“Nope, just a big meanie.” You smiled against John’s hairy chest as he brought you into your bedroom.

You could feel his chest rumbling with laughter as he pulled the covers down and laid you down on his side of the bed. He did this in hopes the familiar smell of him and his pillow would keep you at bay. With a kiss to your forehead John turned down the AC so it would be nice and cool for you and then flipped on the tv so you could fall asleep watching the history channel. Stepping toward the door John was about to rush downstairs to clean the mess off your brand new couch, get his clothes back on and leave.

“Wait, no cuddles?” You asked sitting up slightly.

John turned to look at you and the pout that took over your face. You looked so cute with your baby bump and swollen tits. With a playful scoff John gave you a quick kiss to your forehead and then pinched your cheek, the other hand rubbing your belly.

“You can’t have everything your way. Now go to sleep.” John practically order you to do so and you decided not to fight him. He was right you had gotten your way enough today and it was about time you let him go on his way.

“Fine. But will you bring home dinner?” You asked as John was halfway out the door.

“Yeah, just text me what you want.” John called as he booked it down the stairs.

——————

“Dinners here.” John smiled widely as he walked into your bedroom. He had two plates in hand ready to see your bright smile and eyes.

“Have you s-seen this?” You were crying and pointing at the tv. John turned to see that you were watching a movie he didn’t recognize. You were sitting in the middle of the bed, hugging his pillow. You were dressed in his shirt and black leggings with freshly painted toes.

“Uh-no?” John asked confused and slightly concerned. He watched you wipe your eyes and put his pillow back after fluffing it.

“Good. It’s a stupid movie.” You sniffled before crawling over to your side of the bed and patting his pillow to come join you. Your tears were fading expertly well, John was just the distraction you needed.

“So stupid it made you cry?” John teased and handed you your plate.

“Yes, I just waisted two hours of my life.” Your tears had dried up as you began to eat. Noticing how John’s plate looked like he was on his second serving and already half way through it. You knew he had to stay late so he probably scarfed down his first plate of food while he made yours up.

John noticed your sheets had been changed and you broke out a new comforter that was significantly softer than your other one. There was fresh laundry folded in a basket in front of his dresser to be put away. It was nice knowing he didn’t fuck you into a coma and you were able to get a few things done today.

“How are you feeling besides that?” John chuckled as he sat with his back against the headboard and joined you in eating. It didn’t take him long to be lounging back with and empty plate in his lap.

“Horny.” You said as if you were talking about the weather.

“That can’t be possible. Not after everything.” John looked like a trout as he gaped at you.

His legs were practically useless as he ran drills with new recruits and found himself skipping the gym as his body would have given out on him. There were some passing comments on him looking worn out and a few people asking if he was alright because he seemed distracted. John brushed it off being vague that something came up. But his mind kept wandering back to how hot it was to have his wife bossing him around and milking him absolutely dry before work.

“What? You don’t want to have sex with me?” Looking up from your plate you felt slightly hurt that your husband didn’t seem excited by you being horny. It wasn’t your fault he was one of the sexiest men you’d ever seen or that your hormones were running rampant.

“I don’t think my cock works after earlier.” John softened seeing the hurt in your eyes. Reaching over he held your hand and gave you a charming yet expecting look. His expression told you more than words could and that you had worked him hard.

“Earlier wasn’t that much.” You deflected. John let out a snort seeing you try and defend your neediness from that very morning.

“You made me late, ran me ragged, bossed me around like a true general and didn’t let me cum at one point. Thats not that much?” The way you blushed under John’s playful gaze had him belly laughing.

You were a tiny bit embarrassed at how pushy and demanding you were. It was so unlike you but the need for John was too overpowering. Thinking back to how amazing those couple of hours were, had you getting riled up quickly again.

“How’d you know how to do that anyway?” He followed up, seeing you were lost in thought.

“Saw a video.” You shrugged. Pretending that your little confessions wasn’t too damning.

“Ah, so you’ve resorted to porn because I can’t keep up?” John couldn’t help himself but laugh. He found it sexy that you watched porn when you were all hot and bothered and hoped he crossed your mind as you got off.

“Only sometimes, you’re not home all the time.” Your playful statement had John puffing his chest out in pride. He loved the idea of you always coming to him when the mood struck, although you played him so well it always felt like his idea to bed you.

“I’m home now.” John flirted making you giddy.

“That you are. But apparently your cock doesn’t work.” You teased getting a hearty chuckle from the burly Brit.

“Is this part of the pregnancy or have you been binging on aphrodisiacs?” John asked.

“Pregnancy.” You spoke with your mouth full.

“Well, aren’t I a lucky man.” Placing his plate on the night stand John got up to change into something more comfortable that you could easily strip him out of.

“The luckiest. So better breakout the viagra or I’ll just suck you off until you’re hard.” Your nonchalant attitude had John chuckling and something stirring awake in his pants.

“I think I have one more in me. You can even boss me around again.” He winked at you getting a huge smile in return.

“You going to strip for me Captain?” You pointed at him with you spoon and slightly waved it at him. Turning around you slid your half eaten dinner onto your nightstand and gave John your undivided attention.

Chuckling deeply John started to unbuckle his belt with a cheeky smile. He ended up bursting out laughing as you started to holler and cheer, then throw pretend money at him. You went as far as playing ‘Pony’ by Genuine which had you both hollering with laughter unable to take anything seriously.

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i sighed, looking through the window, the scenery blazing past at high speeds, enough to make someone sick. the weather wasn’t warm but it wasn’t cool either, the type of weather you would expect on an early morning in april.

i looked back down at the book i was holding, the words beginning to blur together after staring at it for an hour. the train taking a lot longer than i expected and the eerie quiet didn’t help soothe my nerves.

jake said the train would only take an hour and twenty minutes.

i quickly shoved my book back into my bag and clutched it, biting my lip. staring out the window didn’t help calm my nerves as it only served as a reminder that i may have gotten on the wrong train.

i should’ve asked someone. i should’ve double-checked. i should’ve—

breathe.

my heart beat a little too fast for how quiet everything was. the faint hum of the train tracks rattling echoed through the almost empty compartment—like it could lull someone to sleep.

i stared down at the ground wishing none of this was real. maybe i’m imagining all of it. maybe if i shut my eyes and think hard enough i’ll wake up in my bed, surrounded by warm sheets.

so i did.

i shut my eyes and wished none of this was real. i wished and wished and wished before opening my eyes.

sadly, i was still where i was before, two minutes earlier. but as i continued to burn holes in the ground, i noticed another pair of shoes next to me.

immediately, i sat up and felt my face burn from pure embarrassment. i wondered how long he could've been sat there, probably long enough to notice i was a weird girl who happened to like floors a bit too much.

i snuck a glance at the person beside me and immediately regretted not taking a longer glance.

he was gorgeous.

the sun shone through the window, casting a soft glow over his delicate features. his long lashes caught the sun just like my breath that was caught in my throat. his nose was as if he was carved by a greek god, his skin a milky white, his cheeks tinted a rosy red, as if he had run the last two blocks to reach the train station, his lips were smooth and the perfect shade of pink.

he looked just like a warm summer’s evening; peaceful, poetic, perfect.

“are you alright?”

i nearly jumped out of my seat when he spoke. he was speaking. speaking to me! what did i do to deserve this moment?

i cleared my throat awkwardly before speaking, “i’m fine, just a little worried..” i answered with a small smile, hoping he didn’t find me weird enough to get off at the next stop and report me for—for something.

at this, the stranger smiled.

i wish i could have taken a picture because in that moment, i could’ve sworn i saw an angel.

“really? why are you worried? is it something i can help with?” he asked, his tone soft and considerate, like he actually wanted to help.

“ah—it’s sort of stupid really.” i said bashfully, but when the stranger didn’t interrupt or turn away i took it as a sign to continue, “i’ve been on this train for an hour and my friend told me it should only take an hour and twenty minutes but his city name still hasn’t come up and i’m really worried i got on the wrong train and i’ve been heading the wrong way for an hour and then i’ll disappoint him or—”

i quickly stopped myself and took a deep breath, feeling my face heat up from embarrassment again.

calm down before scare away this beautiful and sweet stranger.

“s-sorry about that. i’m just worried.”

the stranger smiled again, but this time his smile was warmer. more thoughtful. like he cared.

“don’t panic, i’m sure that even if you were going the wrong way, which i’m sure you’re not, your friend still wouldn’t be mad at you. where are you going, maybe i can help.” he reassured me, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder.

his touch instantly calmed me down and i felt as if i was about to pass away. god, why was i such a loser?

“szentes.”

at my answer his eyes lit up.

“me too! see? i knew you weren’t going the wrong way.” he smiled, “the only explanation i can think of for your friend giving you the wrong time is that he checked the wrong station.”

“ah.” i nodded.

now i sounded even stupider. i should’ve known jake can’t do directions for shit.

“he must’ve calculated it from my station.” he said, more to himself, to confirm his suggestion, “but at least we now know you aren’t going the wrong way. we’re both going the same way.” he grinned.

“i guess we are.” i smiled.

inside, i was exploding. no way we were both headed to the same city! what are the chances? maybe i have a chance to get to know him..

i looked down, hoping something would come into my brain to spark a conversation when i noticed the flowers in his hands.

wait. flowers. fuck.

they were probably for his girlfriend. i mean—no way this guy is single.

“so i see you have flowers—are they for your girlfriend?” i asked, my tone friendly, though deep down i was praying, hoping, wishing he didn’t.

then again the chances of a person like him being single is like finding a needle in a haystack.

when i asked him that question, his eyes went wide, like i was really asking if he had a girlfriend.

he stared at me for a moment, wide eyed, before laughing.

“not for my girlfriend that doesn’t exist, no.” he grinned, “they’re for my mother. celebrating.”

when those words fell from his mouth i nearly let out a sigh of relief. he doesn’t have a girlfriend! do i actually have a chance?

“and you?”

i looked up at the stranger again, just to be met with those warm brown eyes that looked like honey.

“hm?”

“do you have a boyfriend? is the friend you’re visiting actually a friend or your secret boyfriend?” he teased, his tone playful. but something else in his tone caught my attention. was he—jealous?

nah. no way. no way a person like him would be interested in a person like me.

“ew, no way! that would be like dating my brother. a really annoying one.” i said, disgusted at the thought of dating jake.

he laughed. so did i. it was silent.

but it wasn’t the type of silence you felt you could suffocate in—no. it was a comfortable silence. a silence i didn’t mind having.

so as the silence continued, i turned my attention to the window, now a sweet reminder that if the stranger hadn’t gotten on this train, and sat next to me, i would still be in a panicked state. i should thank the stranger.

wait. i still keep referring to him as “stranger”. i should ask for his name.

just as i was about to turn around and ask for his name, i felt something rest on my shoulder.

no.

someone.

i turned my head ever so slightly, just to be met with the prettiest sight before me.

the stranger, whose name i still did not know, was now resting his head on my shoulder, fast asleep.

it would be rude to wake him, but then again, i don’t know if my heart would be able to take it.

the weight on my shoulder was comforting, like having a cat fall asleep in your lap after a tiring day, or the heavy weight of a good book in your hands.

all i could do was appreciate the sight before me.

his calm and soft breathing that tickled my arm, the way his chest rose and fell when he took a deep breath, the way his hands still held onto the flowers, not wanting to drop a single one, the way he smelt of lavender.

even just looking at him made me relax.

i wonder—

it wouldn’t hurt to just—

cautiously, i tilted my head, slowly, before eventually resting my head on top of his. when i sensed that he hadn’t woken up, i shut my eyes, and let out a contented sigh of relief.

i’ll ask for his name when i wake up..

———

“miss! miss! please wake up!”

almost as soon as i had closed my eyes, i was opening them again, but this time i wasn’t met with those same warm, honey eyes. no. this time i was met with a pair of worried eyes that belonged to a ticket-checker.

“miss, this is the final stop before the train heads back, please let me escort you out.” he said in a monotone, though his expression was one of kindness and sincerity.

“oh—yes of course, i’m sorry for the bother.” i quickly said, suddenly realising i may have made his job harder than it already was.

“not at all.”

i was about to turn to the stranger beside me, in hopes of wondering where he was going but, much to my disappointment, he was gone.

i never got his name..

before i had time to mourn my little crush, something brightly coloured caught my eye.

there in my lap, was a rose. the same rose that was in the bouquet the stranger was taking to his mother.

and there attached to it was a note.

carefully, i detached the note from the rose and read it.

“+82xx xxxxxx — let’s meet again pretty. from heeseung.”

a smile crept onto my face as i re-read the note over and over.

his name was heeseung.

[yuujispunches]

Silk and sharp edges ~ T.F.

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader

Summary: Toji Fushiguro hated doing babysitting jobs, specially when they involved protecting spoiled rich brats but when he starts realising that you aren’t one it somehow makes it even worse.

CW (content warning): bodyguard!Toji, mentions of blood, mentions of guns, Toji should kind of be a warning of it’s own really, MDNI (+18), p in v sex (it’s not too graphic but still).

AN: Hi guys! I have a kind of love-hate relationship with Toji but while I was writing this I had fun and somehow I ended up kind of falling in love with him somehow 🙃 Anyways, thanks for all the support I’m getting, I never really thought about posting my writing but seeing people enjoying it is really great hahaha. As always a reminder that English isn’t my first language and I’m typing this on my phone so I’m sorry if there’re any typos/mistakes. Enjoy and let me know what you think! :)

Requests are open so feel free to send yours! (you can check the list of characters I wrote for on my pinned post)

Masterlist

Toji Fushiguro hated jobs that came with strings.

Babysitting contracts were the worst of them. High-profile clients, extra rules, fragile egos, and zero payoff outside the paycheck. Which, granted, was substantial this time. Obscene, even. But that only made him more suspicious.

“Bodyguard gig.” Shiu had said, handing over the file. “Private client. Not a cursed user. Political ties. Possibly targeted. You’ll live on-site.”

Toji raised an eyebrow. “You left out the part where it’s a spoiled brat in a luxury tower.”

Shiu just grinned without denying it, seemingly amused for some reason. “Are you saying you’re scared of rich girls, Fushiguro?”

He took the file. Didn’t smile. “I’m saying I charge double for civilians who think they’re invincible.”

——————————————————————————

He expected gold-leaf doors, champagne attitudes, and demands he’d ignore. What he didn’t expect was silence.

You opened the door yourself.

No assistant. No security team. Just you in a knit sweater too big for your frame, sleeves swallowed by your hands, eyes soft with the kind of quiet that unsettled him more than arrogance ever could.

“You’re early.” You said. Your voice was gentle. Clear. No perfume choked the air. No pretense in your tone.

Toji blinked. “And you’re not what I expected.”

You smiled faintly. “Most people expect pearls and daddy’s credit card.”

He didn’t respond, but his expression must’ve said enough, because your smile shifted turning smaller and, if you looked king enough, sadder.

“I don’t bite.” You added, stepping aside to let him in.

Toji stepped through the doorway and into something that, for the first time in a long time, made him feel restless.

——————————————————————————

You were soft. That was the first thing he really noticed.

Not weak. Not clueless. Just… soft. The kind of person who brewed two mugs of tea when only one was needed. Who remembered how he liked his eggs after the second morning. Who apologized when you accidentally interrupted his workout, like it wasn’t your own home.

You didn’t ask stupid questions. Didn’t treat him like hired help. Didn’t even seem all that interested in why you needed protection, although Toji figured you knew more than you let on.

Instead, you simply coexisted beside him. Always kind. Always careful.

He hated it.

Because it made him notice you.

——————————————————————————

You read at night. That’s when he first began watching you.

Not because he had to but because you were always there. Tucked into a chair, reading something he couldn’t pronounce. Sometimes you hummed without realizing it. Sometimes you looked out the window for hours.

One night, after a storm passed, you caught him lingering in the hallway and asked. “Do you sleep at all?”

Toji crossed his arms. “I’m not on vacation.”

You tilted your head. “You don’t have to be miserable about it.”

“I’m not.”

You laughed softly. “You say that like it’s a threat.”

And just like that, he was in trouble.

——————————————————————————

The quiet built slowly between you.

It wasn’t hostile. It wasn’t even awkward. Just two people orbiting each other carefully. He with his locked jaw and slow glances, you with your open warmth and soft footsteps.

He noticed you never yelled. Never cursed. Never even raised your voice when upset. But you still somehow filled every room with presence. It got under his skin.

Toji had dealt with every kind of client: arrogant, paranoid, seductive, insufferable. But he didn’t know what to do with someone who was simply… kind. Especially not when they directed that kindness at him.

“You don’t have to pretend to like me.” He muttered one morning, finding you in the kitchen making him coffee without being asked.

You blinked at him, unbothered. “I’m not pretending.”

He almost believed you.

——————————————————————————

Things changed the first time you got scared.

It was a simple moment. A broken window. An attempted breach. One intruder, a professional, but not skilled enough to avoid Toji.

It was over in minutes. Blood on the marble. Sirens on standby. And then you, there shaking, barefoot, wide-eyed while coming down the stairs with a whisper-soft. “Are you okay?”

Toji wiped the blood from his knuckles and turned to look at you. “That’s supposed to be my line.”

You didn’t smile. You looked pale.

He watched you sink to the floor, knees folding under you, breath catching in your throat. He crouched in front of you, unsure why he didn’t just walk away.

“Hey.” His voice was low. “It’s over. You’re okay.”

You nodded. But your eyes were still glassy, far away.

And then something he didn’t expect. You reached out and touched his hand. Not clingy. Not desperate. Just needing something solid. Real.

Toji didn’t move. He couldn’t.

He let you hold on.

——————————————————————————

After that, something changed.

You kept your distance but you glanced at him more often. Brushed past him a little closer. Sat near him on the couch, the space between you shrinking by degrees.

And Toji, for all his resolve, let it happen.

Against every instinct, he let himself like the way you softened the silence. How you’d hum while making tea. How you’d whisper “goodnight” even when you knew he wouldn’t answer.

You asked him one night, voice barely above a breath. “Do you ever get tired of pretending not to care?”

Toji stared at the floor. “No.”

But that was a lie. And you both knew it.

——————————————————————————

The night you touched his face, it nearly broke him.

You were sitting beside him on the balcony. It was late. The city was sleeping beneath you.

“I don’t understand you.” You whispered, looking out into the dark.

Toji didn’t turn to you. “Most people don’t.”

“You act like nothing matters. But you’re always the first to get between me and a bullet.”

Still, he didn’t look at you.

“I think you care more than you know how to admit.” You said.

And then, slowly, you reached up and touched his jaw. Gentle, like the breeze, like silk on scar tissue.

Toji caught your wrist. Held it there. His breath caught, and so did yours.

And for one terrifying second, he almost leaned in.

But he didn’t.

He let go. Stood there for a moment, his eyes searching your face for something neither of you could put your finger in. Walked away.

——————————————————————————

He couldn’t sleep that night.

He watched the security feed for hours. Checked the perimeter. Avoided his reflection in every mirror. Because if he looked, he’d see it.

He wanted you.

Not just your skin, not just your body. He wanted the quiet you carried, the peace he didn’t deserve. He wanted your voice in the morning and your hand in the dark.

And that meant danger. For both of you. Because Toji Fushiguro didn’t fall for people. People got hurt when he did.

——————————————————————————

He started pulling back.

Late mornings. Fewer conversations. No more soft glances in the hallway. He avoided your touch like it burned. Because it did.

And you? You were patient, definitely too good for him. You let him.

But your eyes followed him like they always had. Gentle. Understanding.

It made him want to scream.

——————————————————————————

“You’re avoiding me.”

Your voice broke the stillness one evening, after dinner. You stood in the doorway of the kitchen, arms crossed, soft and sad.

Toji didn’t turn around. “I’m doing my job.”

“You weren’t doing it like this before.”

He was silent.

“You think if you push me away, I won’t notice you.”

Still, silence.

“But I do notice you, Toji.”

His name on your lips hit him like a blow.

“You’re the only person I feel safe around.” You continued. “And you’re the only one who looks at me like I’m not made of glass.”

Toji finally turned. His jaw was tight. His eyes tired.

“You shouldn’t look at me like I’m someone worth trusting.”

“But I do.”

His voice dropped. “You shouldn’t.”

“Why?” you asked. “Because you think you’ll hurt me?”

“Because I will.”

The silence that followed was heavier than any scream.

Toji left the room.

Not because he wanted to but because if he stayed, he’d do something he couldn’t take back.

Like touch you again or worse. He’d tell you the truth.

——————————————————————————

Toji didn’t sleep that night either.

The rain came again. Thin. Steady. The kind that fills your chest with things you don't want to feel.

He stood outside your door once. Hand poised in the air, not quite touching the wood. His shadow lingered under the hall light. He didn’t knock. Didn’t move.

He just stood there and he hated himself for it.

——————————————————————————

You didn’t try to talk to him the next morning. Or the one after that.

You didn’t avoid him. Didn’t give him some cold, pointed silence. No dramatics. No bitterness.

You just kept being you. Soft. Steady. Warm in a way that made him ache.

That, somehow was way worse.

——————————————————————————

The breach happened on the third night. Two men this time. Armed. Professional. One made it inside.

Toji caught him at the top of the stairs. Fast. Efficient. Brutal. But it wasn’t fast enough.

He heard the crash in your room. Heard the scream-

By the time he burst through the door, the second intruder had you cornered.

Toji didn’t hesitate.

Gun. Two shots. One breath. The man dropped.

You did too.

Not hit. Not bleeding. Just trembling.

And for the first time in years, Toji’s hands shook as he pulled you into him.

“You’re okay.” He whispered into your hair. Over and over. Not sure if it was for you or for himself.

You clung to him. Not like someone helpless, but like someone tired of pretending they weren’t afraid.

Your voice was a whisper against his chest. “I thought you weren’t going to come.”

“I always come.” He said, low and rough. “Even when I shouldn’t.”

You leaned back to look at him, pulling away ever so slightly. The closeness between you was sharp now. Real. Like everything had peeled itself raw.

You were crying, but quietly. You weren’t asking him to fix it. Just be there.

That, he could do.

He touched your face. Thumb brushed your cheek.

“You keep doing this.” He murmured, pained, as if saying those words hurt him more than the cuts in his knuckles. “You keep being soft. Even after all this.”

“And you keep acting like that’s a problem.” You whispered back.

His thumb slowed. His hand stilled.

“It is.”

And then he kissed you. It wasn’t careful. It was deep. Starving. Like a dam breaking.

You tasted like tears and relief. Your hands were in his hair. His grip was firm on your waist, pulling you closer like he needed to feel all of you to believe you were still breathing.

He broke the kiss once, just to whisper. “Tell me to stop.”

You shook your head, eyes dark and wide. “Don’t you dare.”

And that was it.

——————————————————————————

Toji carried you to the bed. Not because it was romantic, but because his knees almost buckled when you kissed him again.

Clothes peeled off slowly. Not in a rush. Not desperate. Just needing contact. Skin against skin. Proof of life.

He paused when he saw you bare beneath him.

You weren’t fragile. But you were beautiful. Not in some glossed-up, perfect way. Just real. Open. Vulnerable in a way he hadn’t let himself be with anyone.

“You’re shaking.” You whispered.

“Yeah.” He breathed out. “So are you.”

You smiled. “Then we match.”

Toji kissed every inch of you like he was learning a language no one had ever taught him. His kisses descended down your body. First your neck, stopping at your pulse point, whether it was for your pleasure or to make sure you still had one, you didn’t know.

He didn’t rush. Every touch was deliberate as he watched your every breath.

Your hands touched every scar. Your lips brushed his jaw, his chest, his ribs. When you whispered his name, he closed his eyes like it hurt to hear it.

There was no time for foreplay, you didn’t need it anyways, you just needed to feel him, to know that this was real.

When he pushed into you, slow and careful making you gasp softly and buried your face against his shoulder.

He held you. Not just your body. You.

The sound you made when your hips lifted to meet his made him curse under his breath.

“You’re too good.” He rasped. “Too fucking good to want someone like me.”

You reached up and touched his face, just like before.

“You’re the only one who makes me feel safe.”

That nearly broke him again. He made love to you like he was trying to erase every ghost in his body.

You clung to him. Not because you needed to but because you chose to. That made it worse. That made it unbearable.

You arched beneath him, gasping his name again and again. You dragged him down into the mattress and kissed him like you knew how broken he was and didn’t care.

When you came, your breath hitched and your body trembled and he didn’t stop whispering your name until you stilled.

When he came, it hit him so hard he choked on it. Your name was on his lips like a prayer.

——————————————————————————

You lay tangled after. Skin against skin. Legs over legs. His hand on your hip, grounding him. Your fingers tracing the shape of his jaw like you couldn’t stop.

No one spoke for a while. The storm moved on.

His heart didn’t.

“You’re not a monster.” You whispered into the dark.

He didn’t move.

You ran your fingers over a scar near his ribs. “You think you don’t deserve peace. But you do.”

Toji exhaled. Long. Shaky.

You leaned closer, voice still low. “I don’t want a perfect man, Toji. I just want you.”

That did it.

He pulled you into him like he couldn’t breathe otherwise. Buried his face in your shoulder. Didn’t say a word.

You didn’t ask him to because you already knew.

——————————————————————————

Days passed differently after that.

You didn’t announce anything. Didn’t make him define it.

But Toji was different. He sat closer. Touched your back in passing. Let his hand linger on yours longer than necessary.

When you made him tea, he actually said thank you. Once, he brought you flowers. When you asked why, he just shrugged. You kissed him anyway.

——————————————————————————

The job didn’t end with fireworks. No final boss. No last stand.

Just the threat dying down, the client choosing to keep the protector and Toji staying even when he could’ve left.

Because this time… he didn’t want to.

“You’re still here.” You said one morning, wrapped in his hoodie, eyes sleepy but clear.

Toji looked up from his coffee. “You say that like it’s a surprise.”

You smiled. “It is. But I’m glad.”

He watched you for a long moment. Then he reached for your hand across the table.

“You scare me.” He confessed simply.

You squeezed his hand.

“You scare me too.”

And somehow, that was enough.

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[lapsthings]

I flunked my math paper again so here's how I think the blue glockers will do in ascending order (no glaze)

0-49%

Zantetsu Tsurugi 🤓

Sad thing is, he genuinely tried. He really gave it his all, immersing himself in study materials for the past week to ensure he was fully prepared. You could find him studying anywhere—whether in the cafeteria, passing through the halls, or even coming out of the toilet. He went to bed the night before confidently, walked into the exam hall confidently, sat down confidently, and handed in his paper confidently. When he received his paper back, he thought the big fat zero on the front meant he made zero mistakes

Igaguri Gurimu 🤡

Whines about studying, but ends up doing it because his parents forced him to. He grumbles as he picks up his book, pumps himself up for a motivational boost, but gives up after skimming the first page. Has the audacity to complain when he gets a failing grade

Gagamaru Gin 🐨

He lives in the forest, so Goatmaru was probably never exposed to the concept of education

Just kidding, surprisingly he does go to school, but my point still stands

Don Lorenzo 🧟

Sorry, bro grew up on the streets, he never went to school 💀. He picked up some basic numeracy from Snuffy, but that’s about it. Couldn’t care less though—you don't need to know about angles to count your cash, okay?

Raichi Jingo 💥

He forgot there was a test but somehow believes he can wing it. His overconfidence is bound to crash and burn when he gets his results back

Bachira Meguru 🐝

He casually picked up his textbook, flipped through all the pages, and called it a day

Charles Chevalier 😝

If someone doesn't specifically tell him to not study, he won’t even bother. Pretends to look up how to solve equations on YouTube, but he's really just watching Skibidi Toilet

Rin Itoshi ⚽

Surprise surprise, apparently he's only fluent in English and sucks at everything else

Otoya Eita 🥷

He’s got the potential to do well, but he’s too busy having fun with girls. Stealthy enough to copy off someone without the invigilator noticing, but gets caught anyway because he forgot to change up his workings

Kunigami Rensuke 🏋️ (post-wildcard)

He does not care 😭

Nanase Nijiro 😇

He gave his all in hopes of passing, but despite his best efforts, he fell short by a few marks :(

50-69%

Kiyora Jin 🍇🍬

He only puts in the bare minimum effort, so he barely makes the cut. Always hovering on the borderline between success and failure

Sendou Shuto 🩷

Goes like “Heh, I didn’t even study,” but the truth is he crammed everything the night before. Manages to pass though, good for him

Tokimitsu Aoshi 💪

He’s plagued by self-deprecating thoughts before, during, and after the exam. He's slightly more confident since his favorite subject is math, however his low self-esteem causes him to overthink, continuously changing his answers. Even after finishing, he’s constantly rechecking everything to avoid careless mistakes. Overwhelmed by anxiety when he gets his paper back, but lights up when he sees he got a decent grade

Aryu Jyubei ✨

He often stares at his study materials, but rarely does more than that. Instead of panicking about how under prepared he is, he’s too busy stressing over a big fat pimple on his forehead. Still ends up with a C…so not glam

70-79%

Niko Ikki 👀

He’d rather play Yu-Gi-Oh, but knows when to prioritize. He only puts in minimal effort, yet manages to get through because he’s a chad

Kurona Ranze 🦈

He sticks to recommended study methods and puts in the necessary effort, but still struggles with some concepts, resulting in a lower grade

Kunigami Rensuke 🏋️ (pre-wildcard)

He actually studies, even reaching out to others for help when he’s stuck. Unfortunately, he forgot to double-check his work and ended up with a lot of careless mistakes

Shidou Ryusei 😈

Huh? How did he end up here?

Hiori Yo 🎮

He doesn’t invest much time in studying, usually too busy being a #gamer. Despite this, he pays enough attention in class to get a good grade

Chigiri Hyoma 🐆💗

He pays attention in class and only studies to cover what he didn’t understand during lessons. Confident in his abilities, he doesn’t spend much time preparing for exams

80-100%

Oliver Aiku 🐍

Believe it or not, he actively listens in class and is disciplined when an exam is coming up. Very chill during the test, but instead of checking his work, he’s checking out girls

Alexis Ness 🪄

You cannot tell me he’s not a teacher's pet. He pays attention in class, completes his work diligently, and can be found in the library during lunch. He has a very organized study plan, so he avoids careless mistakes

Michael Kaiser 🌹💙

He’s smart enough to decipher complex formulas, dissecting problems before arriving at solutions using his own understanding. He truly is the goat

Yukimiya Kenyu 📸

Quite literally a model student. He’s a bit like Ness, but he also participates in group studies

Barou Shouei 👑

Of course, he gets good grades—he’s the king, after all, and he doesn’t settle for anything less. When asked about his study methods, or if he actually studies, he just tells them to piss off and walks away

Isagi Yoichi 🧩

He actually studies every day for about 30 minutes. He knows the key to math is consistent practice. Politely declines any invitations to hang out until exams are over

Nagi Seishiro 💤

Bro, how? He doesn’t study, sleeps in class, never does his homework. I guess he’s just cool like that

Karasu Tabito 🐦‍⬛♥️👑

Oh, Karasu, my beautiful, beautiful…

He’s an accomplished, well-rounded student who excels in every subject, including math, thanks to his determination to avoid mediocrity. His motivation and serious approach to his studies fuel his academic success

Sae Itoshi 😐

Unlike his brother, his academic success comes naturally to him—barely puts in work, barely breaks a sweat. I think it runs in the family

Reo Mikage 💳

You'd think he hired professional tutors, but he doesn't — he’s just that amazing

[a-babe-without-a-name]

Sit Next To Me

Chapter 8: Happy Halloween, By The Way.

You had created two rules for yourself.

Rule One: You could do whatever you wanted. Get the degree you want, party when you want, cancel plans when you want, love who you want. Whatever you really wanted to do, you were going to do, anxiety and guilt free.

Rule Two: You could do whatever you wanted, except for have relationships with classmates. No sex, no dating. If they were on the same course roster as you, they were off limits.

Easy enough, right?

…Right?

Viktor x Female!Reader - 18+

A.N. Sorry for the long wait! Been busy, but I really really love this chapter. Slight content warnings on Ao3. Also! If you haven't heard, Nat made a discord server for all of us Viktor Freaks to chat, here is the link to the post. Join us! It's fun :) (18+ only)

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The days only got colder. Every morning Viktor could feel the pressure dropping. The ache in his joints forcing him to lie in bed just a little longer with each passing day. He knew he should be used to how the weather affected his body, yet still he was never really prepared for winter. In his defense, there really wasn’t much he could do aside from upping his meds and scheduling more frequent steroid injections. So, in the winter he suffered a little more than during the rest of the year, and vowed to move somewhere that would never drop below 7℃ as soon as he could. 

Viktor flexed his calf, testing his pain level before lifting it off of the pillow he kept under his knee while he slept. Luckily, not bad today. It was going to be a long one, and he was glad he had the foresight to take extra care yesterday. Using his sturdiest crutch, keeping himself hydrated on something other than coffee, and even making time to do the P.T. that he tends to let fall to the wayside. With a groan he sat up, pulling his legs into a butterfly position and leaning forward. The back of his hip gave a pop as he stretched and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Across the room, Rio was slithering up the side of her tank, bumping her nose against the glass. Viktor laughed softly as he finally stepped out of bed, slipping his glasses on before stretching his arms up over his head one last time.

“Dobré ráno, Rio,” He padded over to her tank, crouching down to look at her closer, “Nemáš hlad?”

After pulling on a pair of sweatpants and a -maybe clean- t shirt, Viktor made his way out to the kitchen. Cait and Vi were sitting at the kitchen bar, sharing a plate of eggs. Today's newspaper was opened in front of Cait, the comic page pulled and handed over to Vi. Jayce was leaning against the counter, arms crossed and eyes closed as he waited for coffee to finish brewing.

“Morning, V,” Jayce said, not opening his eyes.

“Morning,” Viktor snorted a laugh, “You good, man?”

“I have a paper due tonight, but I panicked and thought it was due this morning,” He dragged a hand down his face, “Didn’t finish until three this morning.” 

“That’s rough,” Viktor grimaced, “Are you going to be able to make it all night tonight?”

“Mel will kill me If I don’t,” She had easily convinced him to host a halloween party. It was most likely going to be the biggest party the Rune Street house had ever hosted, which was only slightly intimidating, “My afternoon class was canceled so the prof. could take his kids trick-or-treating. I’ll try to sleep a little bit before we start setting up.”

“Good plan,” Viktor agreed, opening up the fridge and pulling out the opaque container holding Rio’s defrosted breakfast.

“You’re still planning to be sober tonight, right?” Cait asked him, looking over the top of her newspaper. As the European roommates who had very little interest in Halloween, Cait and Viktor had offered to be the ones to stay sober during the party.

“Yeah,” Viktor nodded, opening up the container and double checking that the plastic bag holding the mouse was still sealed tightly. He turned on the tap, adjusting the temperature until it was suitable.

“Fucking gross,” Vi grimaced, catching sight of the rodent, “Do you have to do that in the kitchen?”

“Last time I checked, I pay rent and you do not,” Viktor raised an eyebrow at her, filling the container until the bagged mouse was submerged in warm water, “I’ll do whatever I’d like in my kitchen, thank you.”

Vi scowled at him, canting her voice up and mockingly repeated his words, “It’s still gross dude, it’s a dead animal.”

“Violet.” Viktor deadpanned, “What do you think a steak is? Hm? Is that not also a dead animal?”

“It’s different,” She insisted, raising her shoulders, “Cait, tell him it’s different.”

“I mean, technically it’s not…” Cait pursed her lips, giving an apologetic look to her girlfriend.

Viktor gave her a triumphant little ‘hmph’ before turning around to make himself a cup of coffee. He pulled a mug out of the cabinet, handing one over to Jayce as well. Jayce took his black and Viktor took his ‘girly’ as Jayce liked to say. He didn’t care very much, he’d rather have caffeine that tasted like cinnamon and honey instead of a stale cigarette. When he was done making up his coffee, he set it to the side to finish preparing Rio’s meal.

He poured the water out, satisfied with the temperature of the mouse, and headed back to his room. Not before flicking a few drops of water off his hands towards Vi, making her yelp as hurried back to his door before she could come after him. He set his coffee to the side and began gathering what he needed to feed Rio. 

He opened the bag, doing his best to avoid breathing through his nose, and used a pair of tongs to place the little carcass into Rio’s tank. 

“Jedna myš, jen pro vás,” He muttered, bending over and watching as she began to find the right angle to pull the mouse into her mouth, “Ona tu dnes bude. Se tě pokusí navléknout do kostýmu. Bude smutná, že nemůže.” 

With Rio taken care of, Viktor began to get ready for class. Gathering his clothes and finishing his coffee quickly before getting into the shower. 

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When Viktor walked into Heimerdinger’s classroom, early as usual, you were already there. He watched from the doorway for a moment, your head was resting against your folded arms on the table, hair spilling everywhere around you. He’d almost assume you had fallen asleep if it weren't for the way your fingers were tapping out a beat against the table. He sat down in his usual seat next to you and gently lifted a lock of your hair off of your eyes. You blinked up at him, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“Are you okay?” He asked gently, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Yeah,” You nodded, not moving as his fingers lingered near the side of your face, “Just tired.”

“Hm, you and Jayce both,” Viktor laughed softly, giving in to the urge and placing his hand on the back of your neck, warm from the hoodie you were wearing, “Weren’t you planning to party tonight? How will you do that if you are tired?”

“I don’t want to be tired,” You whined, a pout on your lips. Viktor swallowed hard, playing with the hair at the nape of your neck in an effort to stop thinking about your mouth, “I went to bed super early, but It just made me wake up super early.”

“Ah, I see.” Viktor nodded, leaning down to speak closer to your face, he dropped his voice, “If you’d like to ditch class, I can cover for you?”

You laughed, sitting up as Viktor’s hand fell away, “You’re sweet, but I think I’ll make it.” 

“If you change your mind let me know,” He shrugged, pulling his laptop out and opening it up, “I really don’t think Heimerdinger would care if you left in the middle of a lecture, even”

“You’re probably right,” You agreed, then move your chair closer to him, leaning your chin on his shoulder as he pulled up the class hub on his laptop, “I finished the lab notes by the way.”

“Hm, you were up early,” He scrolled through the finished notes shared between the four of you. He looked at you sideways, pleased with how close you were to him, “Very impressive.”

“You know it babe,” You smirked at him, “Happy halloween by the way. You excited for the party tonight?”

“Hm, happy halloween,” He fought back a smile as he decided to toy with you, “I am, I hear in America girls wear very little clothing for this holiday. I’ll never complain about that.”

You scoffed, sitting up and swatting at his arm as he laughed and tried to dodge you, “You are such a slut,” 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” He put his hands up in defense, “I’m kidding I swear. I actually care very little for the day.”

“That’s worse!” You insisted, gaping at him, “Halloweens like the best ever.”

“Oh is it?” He raised an eyebrow at you, leaning in with a smirk and putting on an exaggerated American girl accent, “Is it like the best ever?”

“I do not sound like that,” You huffed, rolling your eyes and turning away from him, not far enough to hide the smile on your lips from him.

“No, of course you don’t,” He nodded with mock seriousness, leaning back in his chair and throwing his arm over the back of yours.

“Brat,” You muttered as you turned back to him, sitting sideways in your chair and running a finger over the seam on his sweater sleeve, “You’re gonna be there, though, right?”

Your hopeful tone made Viktor’s heart stutter, “Yes, of course. Someone has to make sure the house doesn’t burn down.”

“Booo, are you the sober one tonight?” You complained, pouting at him again.

“Me and Cait, yeah,” He told you, “We don’t really care about halloween, figured it made sense to let the people who do enjoy it more.”

“Two of you?” You raised an eyebrow, “Seems excessive.”

“Eh, Mel said there will probably be a lot more people than usual,” He shrugged, glancing up as a few other students shuffled into the room.

“Yeah, she’s probably right,” You agreed, thinking about past halloween parties you had been to, “Everyone shows up for halloween, even people who usually don’t go to parties. Have fun with that.”

“Ha, yeah, can’t wait,” Viktor rolled his eyes, grimacing slightly before nodding to your abandoned headphones on the table, “What were you listening to?”

“Oh, uh, nothing,” You laughed, red creeping up your cheeks as you tried to brush him off.

“Hm, well now you’ve made me much more curious,” He narrowed his eyes and leaned closer to you, “What were you listening to?”

“Really, you won’t like it,” You insisted, staring him down. In the end he won, making you groan as you gathered up your headphones, handing one over to him, “You won’t like it.”

He put one in his ear and waited, looking at you expectantly to play the music. You resisted for another moment before pressing play on your phone with a sigh. He bit back a surprised sound at the hyperpop music that began to play. Laughing at the first few dirty lyrics of the song.

“Hey, don’t be mean,” You frowned, pausing the music and holding out a hand for the headphone, “I’m tired and trying not to fall asleep.”

“Ah so slutty pop music is what gets you out of bed in the morning?” He teased, relinquishing the headphone back to you.

“Yes, matter of fact, it does,” You huffed, “I should have lied. Should have told you I was listening to Chopin or something.”

“Ah, Chopin doesn’t have quite the same beat,” He pointed out, then when you gave him another exaggerated frown, reached out and placed a cool hand on the back of your neck, squeezing reassuringly, “I’m only joking, milá. I enjoy your music taste, it’s fun,”

“I’m gonna force you to listen to the whole album,” You assured him, nodding seriously, “You’re gonna love Ayesha Erotica by the time I’m done with you.”

“Can’t wait,” He smirked casually, pretending like the idea of you forcing him to do something didn’t thrill him to his core.

-----

As much as he wanted to cling to your side for the rest of the day, he encouraged you to go back to your dorm to sleep. On the slow elevator ride down, you leaned against his chest, eyes closed and breath so even he almost thought you fell asleep standing up. He was afraid to move, worried you’d move away from him. 

“You awake, Mila?” He asked you, smoothing a hand over your hair and glancing up at the floor counter slowly going down.

“Mhm” You hummed, nodding against his chest.

“You better sleep when you get back,” He laughed softly, kneading gently at your shoulder, “instead of sending me fifty instagram reels.” 

You snorted a laugh against his chest, “Hey, you love them.” You pulled away from him as the elevator came to a stop, stepping back fully when the doors slid open. 

As he watched you trudge back towards your own room, Jinx sidled up next to him. She wrapped a lanky arm around his back, pinning his arms to his side. 

“So, tell me, Vicky,” Jinx drawled, holding on tight to his arm as they walked out of the building. Ekko stood slightly behind them, shaking his head. 

“Don’t call me that,” Viktor said instantly, wrinkling his nose at the nickname.

“Are you and her, like, secretly married or something?” She asked bluntly, raising an eyebrow at him

“What? No, you’re ridiculous Jinx, what are you even talking about?” He stumbled through his words, grip tightening on his cane as he tried to break away from her.

“No way, buddy,” Jinx tsked, tightening her grip on his arm, “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

“I told her not to do this,” Ekko jumped in apologetically from behind it.

“Oh, puh-lease,” Jinx rolled her eyes at her boyfriend, “You want to know just as much as me.”

“There is nothing to know!” Viktor insisted, not meeting Jinx’s eyes, “We are friends. That is all.”

“Is there a different definition of ‘friends’ in Europe or something?” Jinx scoffed, “Because here in America we don’t stare at our friends like we want to fuck them stupid.”

“Ježiši!” Viktor choked out, glancing around nervously at the other students traveling between buildings, “I am not. You are the one with explicit thoughts, clearly.”

“Ok, sure sure,” Jinx nodded, side eyeing him and ignoring the people her shoulder bumps into as she walks, “I mean, I would assume it was just you, but she’s alway looking at you the same way. Those big doe eyes staring up at you, always so close, always touching you. Jeez, I mean, me and Ekko are the ones dating, we should be the gross ones and yet you two can’t keep your angsty puppy love to yourselves.”

“Jinx, we are just friends,” Viktor insisted once again, “Don’t you have class, get away from me.”

“I’m just saying,” Jinx shrugged, “If everyone treated their friends the way you two treat each other, the world would be a much stickier place.”

Ekko muttered a disapproving gross under his breath as she finally set Viktor free. Her giggle at the look on Viktor’s face was nearly maniacal.

-----

While Viktor didn’t relate to the excitement surrounding Halloween, he certainly wasn’t going to rain on anyone else’s parade. He had been shut up in his room doing homework when you arrived at the house with the rest of the girls. Regretfully missing his chance to give you a lingering hello, not realizing you had shown up until he heard your voice traveling through the vents from Cait’s room to his. He was unable to make out words but the tone of your voice as you chattered away with Mel was clear. He leaned his head on his hand, surely looking like a wistful idiot as he clung to the bare threads of your voice. He was almost grateful when someone turned on music upstairs, the pop songs instantly covering up your voice. He had actually hoped to get some of his homework done.

Eventually, as the sun finally dipped below the horizon, a gentle knock on his door pulled him away from the textbook.

“Come in,” He called absentmindedly, not turning his desk chair as he stretched his leg out in front of him, his knee giving a loud pop.

“Why’re you hiding?” You asked from the doorway.

He spun in his chair, finding you half in the doorway. His eyebrows raised at the sight of your makeup, face painted in a soft layer of white with colorful shapes drawn under and above your eyes, bright lipstick extending slightly past the corners of your mouth, and the tip of your nose a sharp red.

“I’m not hiding,” He shook his head, and then, “Are you a clown?”

You laughed, stepping fully into his room to show off the white button up with puffy sleeves  “I’m pretty funny, get it?”

“That is very cute,” Viktor laughed softly, standing up as you walked further into his room.

“Glad you think so,” You smiled, “Can I say hi to Rio?”

“Of course, she ate this morning, so she might be hiding,” Viktor told you as you walked up to her tank, peering in as you searched for her.

“Man, and I was gonna convince you to let me dress her up,” You said, only half joking, giving the snake a silent wave when you found her curled up in the corner.

“Next year,” He told you, resisting the urge to reach out.

“Definitely,” You nodded, then turned to him, tilting your head with a slight frown on your painted lips, “Why aren’t you dressed yet?”

“Eh, I’m not wearing a costume,” He shrugged.

“What! No, that's so lame.” You gasped, eyes wide, “You have to!”

“Why would I? I don’t celebrate Halloween,” Viktor laughed at your dramatic reaction.

“Neither does Cait, but she dressed up,” You pointed out, crossing your arms and pouting at him.

“She dressed up for Vi,” He added, avoiding looking at your mouth per usual.

“And you won’t dress up for me?” There was the killshot. 

“I would, but it’s too late,” He shrugged, trying to resist, “I don’t have anything to wear.”

You hummed, thinking for a moment before cast a hopeful smile at him, “Would you be pretty funny with me?”

“What?” He let out a nervous laugh.

“Let me do your makeup,” You got closer to him, looking up at him with big eyes framed by extra dark lashes as you practically beg, “Please,Vik, please.”

He swallowed hard, then nodded with a sigh, “Yes, mila, whatever you want.”

“Yay! Good!” You practically jumped, grabbing his wrist, and beaming up at him, “You find a white button up and some jeans. Oh, get that shirt you wore when we went to the orchestra, with the detailing on the front! I’ll be right back.” 

You darted out of his room, leaving him with instructions. He dropped his face into his hands and groaned. If he was an immovable object, you were the one unstoppable force that he’d always shatter for. He did as you asked, changing into a pair of jeans and the shirt you chose for him. He knew which one you were talking about. You had complimented it the first time he wore it, smoothed your fingers over the embroidery on the front in a way that sent sparks across his skin.

You returned with a plastic pencil case, shutting the door behind you as you approached him, “Take off the shirt, I don't want to get makeup all over it.”

“Oh, uh, okay,” Viktor nodded, hesitating for a moment before unbuttoning the shirt and slipping it off his shoulders. He hung it on the back of his chair before turning black to you.

You sat on the edge of his bed, patting the spot next to you expectantly. He sat awkwardly, unsure of how you wanted him and hyper aware of the fact that he wasn’t wearing a shirt. 

“Face me,” You told him, opening up your little case to reveal loose makeup products and tools, “Like this.”

You gently guided him to sit with one leg up on the bed, his other leg hanging off, and his torso squared to you. You settled onto your knees, pulling out a couple of plastic butterfly clips and using them to pin his hair away from his face. You leaned in close, face taking up his entire view as you smoothed your fingers over his skin. Viktor suddenly became very self conscious about every mark that may be on his skin. He felt heat rise to his cheeks, breathing slowly through his nose as you watched you study him.

“You have nice skin,” You told him like you could read his mind, point of your thumb swiping over the beauty mark under his eye. 

You leaned back, pulling out a tiny bottle and pumping a clear gooey substance onto the back of your hand. Viktor raised an eyebrow, flinching back slightly when you dabbed some up and went to put it on his face.

“Easy, it’s just primer,” You laughed, “It’s basically nothing, it’ll just keep the makeup from coming off too much. Can I put it on?”

“Yes,” He nodded, going back to watching your face as you rubbed the primer into his skin.

“Did you get any sleep this morning?” He asked you, trying to relax, “After class, I mean.”

“Yes, I’m so glad I took a nap,” You groaned, “I don’t think I’d make it tonight if I didn’t.”

“Good, I’m glad,” He closed his eyes as you brushed your fingers underneath.

“I’m gonna make your face like 3 shades lighter,” You told him, tossing the first bottle into the case and pulling out another, along with a little foam triangle, “Is that okay?”

“Yes, you don’t have to ask,” He scoffed a soft laugh, “Do whatever you’d like with me.”

“Oh, well,” You dropped your voice, leaning in closer to his ear, “Don’t tell me that. You never know what might happen.”

Viktor stiffened, red chasing up his neck and across his bare chest. You giggled at his reaction, leaning back and pouring the pale foundation onto the back of your hand. 

“You are in quite the mood today, aren’t you,” He laughed nervously, flinching when you placed the first dab of makeup, “Hm, cold.”

“Sorry,” You replied to both statements, focused on his face as you covered his blush, laughing softly, “I’m just excited, didn’t mean to take it out on you.”

“No, by all means,” His words muffled by your hand holding his jaw, “Take it out on me.”

“You’re not supposed to encourage me,” You joked, rolling your eyes, “Then I’ll never get this done.” He held his hands up in defense, a silent promise to stay quiet as you work.

You shifted awkwardly on your knees next to him. He could tell you were trying not to ask him to move very much, always cautious about his leg. Your hand on his jaw was soft, guiding his head instead of pulling him around. He wouldn’t have minded, he’d live to be yanked around by you. You adjusted again with a slight frown on your lips as you tried to get a good angle to draw the designs on his face. Nothing was working. Eventually you huffed and pulled away from him. Recapping the eyeliner pen in your hand and standing up off the bed. He looked up at you with a puzzled look.

“Sit back against the headboard for me,” You told him, he didn’t hesitate to move backwards on his bed, wiggling until he was sat where you wanted him.

“Here?” He asked, trying to keep his voice even as he realized what you were about to do.

“Perfect,” You nodded, reaching over and grabbing your makeup case. You set it on the bedside table, and then braced a knee on the bed before swinging your other leg over him. You held yourself up on your knees for a moment, hands on his shoulders. Instinctually his hands went to your hips, steadying you above him. He swallowed hard, staring up at you with a look he knew probably looked stupid, “Is this okay?”

“Ye-yeah, this is fine,” He nodded, clearing his throat, “You can, uh, you can sit down. If you want, it’s fine.”

You settled into his lap, “Tell me if your hip hurts, okay?”

He nodded slowly, hands still on your hips. He gave a reassuring squeeze. You pulled the eyeliner back out, uncapping it and leaning in closer to his face. You placed a hand on his chin, titling his face slightly to the side as you began to work again, clearly more satisfied with this angle.

He watched your face. It was incredible, how enamored he was with you even when you were wearing clown makeup. They way your pupils constricted as you focused on him, dark eyelashes framing perfectly when you’d narrow your eyes slightly. He’d notice when you’d catch the tip of your tongue between your teeth for a moment or you’d pull your hand away quickly if it began to shake. The perfume you were wearing was overwhelming him, fruity and warm and very much you. The same perfume you had left on his bed so many months ago. He was glad you were holding him by the face, it made the urge to shove his face into your neck and breath easier to resist.

When you were finished with the outlines, you sat back and studied him, giving a satisfied little hmph and a pretty smile. You leaned over to the table, lifting your hips off of him for a moment, as you picked out a palette of powdery colors and a brush. When you sat back down, the pressure sent a shock up his spine. 

“Hm, what color do you want?” You weren’t paying attention as you wiggled to adjust yourself, absentmindedly grinding down against him as you asked him questions about color.

His hands landed heavily on your bare thighs. He was holding you still as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back, breathing slowly as he fought against his body, “Please stop moving,” His voice came out breathy and strained.

“Oh,” You gasped, freezing, “Sorry, sorry.” 

“Thank you,” He breathed out, staring up at the ceiling as he tried to catch his breath. 

“Just to be clear,” You said, tilting your head and biting back a smirk. You pressed your hips down, giving the smallest roll that still made him gasp, “You mean moving like this…right?”

“Fuck,” He gasped, head falling back, he groaned your name, “Please don’t”

“Don’t what?” You asked, leaning forward, lips ghosting against his ear as you rocked your hips forward again. You placed a hand over his resting on your thigh, “Stop me if you want.”

A moan fell past his lips as you began to grind down against him, his hands on your thighs neither encouraging or stopping you. You moved one hand to the back of his neck, the other on his waist to steady yourself. Your fingers were cool against his overheated skin. He was half hard, eyes half shut as he looked up at you. The two layers of denim between your heat and his left you unsatisfied, but the dazed look he was sporting made it worth it. 

He groaned, cursing and gripping your hips. Stopping your motion as his forehead tipped against yours, he looked through his lashes at you, pleading, “Don’t make me cum like this, I’m begging you.”

“That’s a fair request,” You nodded, moving backwards just enough to relieve the pressure on his dick. You picked up the palate you had set to the side, popping open the lid and holding it out like you hadn’t just been dry humping him, “Which color? Not red.”

He gaped at you, never prepared for the way you’d switch up on him. He grabbed you by the back of the neck, jolting forward as he pulled you into a kiss. He took the surprised gasp that parted your lips as an opportunity to taste you, tongue slipping against yours with a satisfied hum. You kissed him back once…twice, before pulling away with a gasp. A hand on his chest forcing him away.

“Viktor,” You scolded, panting softly and frowning at him, “What was that?”

“What?” He scoffed, leaning back and smirking at you, “You can ride me through my jeans, but I can’t give you a friendly kiss, that’s not fair.”

“Not when it’s gonna ruin my makeup,” You pouted, a look he wanted to respond to with another kiss.

“Your makeup is fine, mila,” He grabbed his phone from the table and opened the camera, taking a photo of your perfectly unamused face, though you were clearly trying to bite back a smile, he held the photo out to you, “See you look perfect.”

“Hmpf, let me finish, will you?” You rolled your eyes, your blush only visible on the tips of your ears, “Pick a color?”

“Blue,” He told you, smiling as you thanked him dramatically and dipped the brush in the powder, “Brat.”

“Brat.” You both muttered at the same time. You gasped at him, laughing as you swatted him in the chest, “Be nice.”

“Okay, okay.” He succumbed, laughing and holding his hands up in defeat. He leaned back, settling his hands back onto your hips and letting you fill in the shapes on his face “I’ll behave.”

“You better,” You said, leaning in to finish his makeup. Your irritation as false as your eyelashes.

----

“Can I put mascara on you?” You asked, a hopeful edge to your voice, “I think I’m done, but mascara will really finish it off.”

“Don’t blind me,” He answered, giving a warning squeeze to your hips.

“I would never,” You gasped playfully, pulling the tube of mascara out from the bend of your knee, “I like your eyes too much.”

“Was that there the whole time?” Viktor laughed, watching as you unscrewed the cap.

“I put it there earlier,” You shrugged, pulling out the wand, scraping the excess makeup on the edge of the tube, “I wasn’t sure if you’d let me, but just in case. It’s easier to use when it’s warm.” You scoffed a laugh, “Normally I’d stick it in my bra, but that felt a bit forward.”

“Is that a girl thing or a you thing?” He asked you curiously.

“A girl thing for sure,” You assured him, then pressed your thumb above his eye, pulling up gently, “Look down, don’t flinch.”

“Women are so innovative,” He muttered, doing his best not to flinch, “Who taught you how to do that?”

“An older girl at school,” You told him, voice slow as you focused on swiping the makeup on his eyelashes, “Saw her pull her mascara out of her bra in the bathroom during passing period, I’ve done it every day since.”

“Hm, I’m sure there is a very interesting anthropological study that could be done there,” Viktor mused, “Do you walk around with mascara in your bra all the time?”

You laughed, “No, I don’t really touch up my makeup often when I’m not at home. In the morning I stick it in there to warm up while I do the rest of my makeup. That’s if I decide to wear makeup.”

“Do you not wear makeup everyday?” He asked as you released him and switched over to the other eye.

“No, of course not,” You shook your head, sitting back to push the wand into the tube again, “I used to until like halfway through sophomore year. I genuinely can not be bothered anymore.”

“Hm, I thought you wore makeup everyday,” He said, partially to himself.

You finished up with the mascara, pulling it away before giving him a pointed look, “Nah I’m just, like, incredibly gorgeous naturally,” You’re tone was joking as you said it, rolling your eyes as if the statement was ridiculous.

‘You are,’ He thought to himself, ‘God, you are, you are, you are.’

Before he could gush his adoration to you, you sat back, humming to yourself as you looked him over. You tapped the closed tube of mascara against your chin as you thought. He raised an eyebrow, but before he could ask, you gasped, eyes widening as you came to some realization.

“That’s what it is,” You muttered to yourself, dropping the tube into your makeup box and pulling out an eyeliner pencil, then to him, “Wanna see another girl trick?”

He nodded, watching as you pulled a tiny lighter out of the case. You sparked it on, holding the flame below the tip of the pencil until it began to turn shiny as it melted.You gripped his face again, tilting his head to the side and pressing the tip of the pencil to a spot just above his lip. You repeated the motion on the other side of his face, this time just under his eye. His moles, he realized, you were marking where they were beneath the layers of makeup.

You leaned back then nodded firmly, “Perfect,” You slid off his lap, leaving him feeling too light without your weight on him. You grabbed his hand. Urging him to stand up, “Come look at it.”

He took up his cane, following you to his bathroom. You flicked on the light, and pulled him inside with you, looping an arm around his waist, hand warm against his bare skin.

“Like it?” You asked him, looking at him expectantly in the mirror.

“Very much,” He nodded, leaning in to inspect the makeup, “It’s cool.”

“Yay!” You giggled, bumping your head against the side of his arm, “I like it, thanks for matching with me.”

“Thank you for asking me to,” He moved a hand to the back of your neck, squeezing gently.

You beamed up at him, then patted his hip, “Get dressed, everyone will be here soon.”

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There was a point in the night when the amount of people leaving began to outnumber those arriving. This was when Viktor could finally breathe. He hadn’t really believed his housemates when they said just how crowded it would be. He was sorely proven wrong. It felt like every student at Piltover decided to walk through his front door (and then into the backyard where he was keeping watch). So far he had had to ask some girls to stop putting cigarettes out on the side of the house, at least two couples to go home if they wanted to fuck, and a group of guys to please not run at eachother full speed to see if it will hurt, their renters insurance wouldn’t cover it.

He stationed himself in a chair on the deck, chain smoking and twisting a rubik's cube in his hand as he kept an eye on everyone. It wasn’t until he realized that he had smoked half his pack of Marlboro Reds that he decided to stop. Opting instead to wander out to the shed in hopes of finding someone he actually knew to talk to. He was pleased to find Jayce sitting in one of the beat up arm chairs, a roach smoldering between his fingers. 

“Viktor!” He practically cooed, the slur of his voice making his accent more prominent. He had abandoned his pinstripe suit coat and opened some of the buttons on his vest, becoming a very messy looking Gomez Adams, “Where have you been?”

“Making sure the house doesn’t set ablaze,” He joked, awkwardly stepping around a circle of kids passing around a bong as he tried to get to the couch, “I’ve decided that I will be out of town for this party next year.”

“Hey, you volunteered,” Jayce raised his hands in a shrug, “Next year we’ll draw straws.”

“Maybe, there are still too many people here,” Viktor grimaced, “I don’t think I’d enjoy it even drunk.”

“Awe, c’mon, you’re not even having a little bit of a good time?” Jayce pouted, then raised a sly eyebrow at Viktor, “Have you seen Sky tonight? Dressed as Strawberry Shortcake or something, wearing a pretty small skirt and - respectfully - looks very good.”

“I’m telling Mel you said that,” Viktor scoffed, trying to deflect, “Where is she anyway?”

“You’re deflecting,” Even fucked up he could read Viktor like a book, “C’mon man, she likes you. She’s pretty and smart, and apparently not drinking tonight, so like, there wouldn’t be anything wrong if you wanted to fu-”

“Jayce! Ježiši, have some fucking decorum, will you?” Viktor cut him off, feeling himself redden beneath layers of makeup, “I don’t remember you being such a prick when you’re drunk. It’s that creepy ass pencil mustache. You need to shave that immediately.”

“I am not, and don’t blame the ‘stache, it’s temporary” Jayce shrugged, going to hit the joint again and pouting when he realized it was gone, “You’ve been tense lately, I’m just trying to encourage you to get some of that strawberry.”

“She’s Orange Blossom,” Viktor deadpanned, “Lest is Strawberry Shortcake, Sky is Orange Blossom.”

“Well, excuse me for mixing up my girlie 90’s cartoon characters,” Jayce scoffed, leaning forward in his chair and starting the process of rolling another joint.

“She’s literally in an orange dress - no, nevermind,” He cut himself off, shaking his head, “It doesn't matter. I’m not sleeping with Sky. She’s a friend, that’s it. I don’t like her like that.”

“Okay, so you’re not denying that you're sexually frustrated,” Jayce said, words half muffled as he licked the rolling paper.

“Yes, I am. No, I mean, I am not.” Viktor huffed, squinting his eyes closed and drawing a deep breath, “Yes I am denying that I am frustrated.”

“Nah man, I don’t believe you,” Jayce shook his head, bringing the joint up to his lips, “You told me you’d hook up with someone different every weekend in Prague. You haven’t spent a single night somewhere else and I’ve never seen you take anyone we don’t know into your room. Fuck, I mean, It’s been literally months since the last time you even had hickeys. Have you even kissed anyone since then? What, are you hung up on someone or something?”

“Jayce, my sex life is none of your business,” Viktor gaped, regretting his decision to come into the shed. He wished Mel was here. She did the talking when they drank, Jayce just stared at her like a puppy.

“I’m sorry man,” Jayce shrugged, clearly not sorry. Viktor instantly regretted his wish for Mel to be present, as she pushed open the door in the middle of Jayce’s sentence, “I just think everyone would be better off if you got your dick wet once in a while.”

“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” Viktor seethed, eyes wide as he recognized your voice right behind Mel.

“Woah, what’s going on here?” Mel laughed, raising an eyebrow at Viktor’s awkward panic and Jayce’s unmatching nonchalance, you mimicked the look over her shoulder, “What’re you talking about?”

“V’s se-”

“Nothing!” Viktor shouted over Jayce, grabbing a raggedy throw pillow off the couch and whipping it at Jayce’s head.

“Oh, uh, okay,” Mel laughed awkwardly, exchanging a glance with you.

“Hey,” Viktor tried, voice cracking, he cleared his throat, “Hello, uh, where have you two been.”

“Hello Viktor,” Mel said slowly, raising an eyebrow at him as she walked over to Jayce, she handed him a water bottle, “I was just getting water, ran into little miss Pretty Funny over here on my way out.”

Mel settled into Jayce’s lap, adjusting her long black dress before taking the joint from him. She completed Jayce’s look, turning him from a creep in a pinstripe suit to a devoted husband. The perfect Mr. and Mrs. Addams. You sat in the space next to Viktor, sitting closer than you normally would in front of other people.

“Hey,” He said to you, hoping he didn’t look as panicked as he felt.

“Hi,” You laughed softly, with perfect makeup and glassy eyes, “Are you okay?”

“Eh, yeah,” He nodded too quickly, “all good. How are you?”

“So very drunk,” You giggled, sinking back into the couch. You leaned your head against the side of his arm, looking up at him through your lashes.

“How many have you had?” He asked, worry creeping into his head.

“I lost count,” You shrugged, “too many drinks and at least half a joint.”

“That’s not good,” He frowned, “Do you feel okay? Maybe you should stop?”

“I’m okay,” You blinked up at him, “Better now, it’s too loud inside. Can I stay out here?”

Viktor laughed softly, you were more drunk than he had realized, “Yes, of course, Mila, you can be wherever you want to be.”

“Good,” You nodded, then slid your hand down his arm, fingers tracing shapes on the inside of his wrist. 

‘Everyone is here,’ He told himself, ‘Hold it together.’

“How has your night been?” You asked him.

“Weird,” He admitted, “There’s so many people here.”

“Yeah, I feel like I’m getting too old for this,” You tone was half joking, “Was it making you anxious?”

“Mm, no,” He shook his head, “Why do you ask?”

“You’ve been chain smoking,” You sniffed at the sleeve of his shirt, “You normally don’t,”

“Sorry, yeah, I know,” He winced, trying to move away from you, “I probably smell like an ashtray, I can change.”

“No, it’s okay,” You shook your head, grip tightening to keep him next to you, “I don’t mind, can I have one?”

“Eh…no,” He shook his head, giving you an apologetic smile, “Maybe let’s come down from the other substances before adding a new one, yeah?”

“So practical,” You gave a dramatic and wistful sigh, but didn’t fight him on it.

“Here, want this?” He asked, picking up the rubik's cube from where he had set it next to him. You nodded, taking it from him. He watched you fondly as you twisted it around, trying to figure out the puzzle in your drunken haze. Chewing on your bottom lip as you focus.

“Viktor?” Mel called his attention, the overly curious tone of her voice making him wary.

“Yes, Mel?” Viktor responded carefully, raising a questioning eyebrow at her.

She shifted in Jayce’s lap, watching Viktor like prey as she placed her hands on her knees, “When was the last time you went on a date?”

Viktor sighed, giving an unamused look to Jayce, “Why do you ask?”

“Just wondering. Has it been so long that you don’t even remember?” Mel was good at asking leading questions with a straight face, she was going to make an incredibly terrifying politician one day.

“No, I remember,” Viktor assured her, though it was a faint memory, “It was boring and I didn’t see them again.”

“So you don’t like going on dates?” She asked.

“No, I actually quite enjoy taking people out,” Viktor admitted, “I just didn’t like this person very much.”

“Well, why haven't you been on a date this semester then?” She tilted her head. Jayce must tell her every single thing he knows, “Is no one of interest to you? I know plenty of amazing girls…or boys if that’s what you’d prefer right now? I could set you up with someone?”

“Mel, I would hate nothing more,” Viktor deadpanned, giving her a tight smile. He was praying to whatever god existed that you were too drunk to tune into this conversation. A glance down assured you were at the very least pretending not to overhear as you played with the rubik's cube.

“C’mon, V,” Jayce groaned, “You won’t even try it? You said you're not into Sky, so what’s the problem?”

Mel didn’t react to this, she knew already of course.

“Fuck, because I’m interested in someone else, okay?” Viktor snapped, glaring at them before pulling his cigarettes back out of his pocket, “So no Mel, I wouldn’t like you to set me up with anyone. I appreciate you wanting to help, but I am managing fine on my own.”

“Who?” Mel asked, tilting her head as he sparked up.

Viktor groaned around the cigarette in his mouth, leaning his head back and digging the heels of his hands into his eyes. 

He felt your hand hit him in the thigh, scolding gently, “Don’t, you’ll ruin your makeup.”

He peeked down at you, blinking as he pulled his hands away from his face. You were still looking down, the rubik's cube clinking in your hand. Of course you heard everything. 

“Hey, uh, Mel, maybe ease off a little bit?” Jayce said, catching the pleading look Viktor threw to him, “Your drunk,”

Mel frequently lost her ability to know when she had gone far enough whenever she drank. Grilling her friends wasn’t abnormal, but Viktor didn’t have the pleasant feeling of drugs or alcohol as a buffer. He felt every question with full force and hated it.

She huffed, shaking her head and relaxing back into Jayce and rubbing a hand against her forehead as Jayce made her realize what she was doing, “You're right, sorry. I’m sorry Viktor. You should really ask out whoever you're interested in, by the way, I’m sure they’d say yes.”

“You’d think,” He scoffed, feeling you tense up next to him before he knew what he was saying. Your hands still for a fraction of a second before continuing.

Before either of his friends could react to his own reaction, the door to the garage opened, a new group of people bustling in out of the cold. People Jayce knew were given by the way they greeted him, dropping themselves into the open spaces in the room. The only teammate of Jayce’s that Viktor was familiar with was Stebb. They took statistics together. He knew you knew him as well, both of you studying marine biology. 

“Hi Stebb!” You gave him a bubbly greeting, hooking your arm around his and leaning into his side when he sat next to you, “What’re you dressed as?”

“Hey,” He signed to you, then shook his head, “I’m not anything.”

“No way, dude. That’s so lame,” You pouted at him, then gestured to Viktor, “Even Vik dressed up.”

He signed to you, “What are you?”

“We’re Pretty Funny,” You giggled, enjoying your pun that much more while intoxicated, “Get it.”

Stebb raised an eyebrow at Viktor.

“Eh, she’s very convincing,” Viktor shrugged, Stebb just rolled his eyes.

“Did you finish the paper?” You asked him, leaning your head back against the couch and frowning.

‘No,” He signed, matching the look on your face, “You?”

“Nope, gonna work on it Sunday.” You told him.

“Cutting it close,” He scoffed, “How much do you have done?”

“I only have a couple pages left to write,” You shrugged, “I was gonna finish it in the library on Sunday if you want to come.”

He nodded and bumped your shoulder, “Can we get thai?”

“Only if you drive.” You insisted, raising an eyebrow at him. He rolled his eyes, but signed, “Fine,” anyways.

You leaned away from Viktor, getting closer to Stebb as he showed you something on his phone screen. You gasped, bumping your head against his shoulder as you giggled at something he was showing you. The side of Viktor’s arm was left cold as you retreated. 

His gaze lingered until the ash from his cigarette grew too heavy and dropped onto his jeans.

He cursed and brushed it away, glancing up to see if anyone had noticed. Luckily Mel and Jayce were in their own little world as usual, faces close together as they whispered to each other. The pair had very different opinions of PDA, and usually Mel’s distaste for it won out against Jayce’s desire to be touching her constantly. When substances were introduced into the equation, that all changed. It was like Mel couldn’t get close enough to him, all her public posturing falling away. It was sweet and gross. Viktor wasn’t an envious person, especially of his friends' relationships, but right now he wanted nothing more than for you to be sitting in his lap. To feel the weight of you against him, your arms around his neck, your hands in his hair, lips against his ear. Instead he was bitterly smoking a cigarette that had gotten too hot and you were shoulder to shoulder with another man. 

It made sense. Stebb was great. Handsome and kind and shared many of the same interests as you. You had told Viktor that you and him had become friends during summer research, anytime that you weren’t home with Jayce had been spent in the company of Stebb. At first the only solace for him was the fact that you also had a class with Stebb. Eventually he began to wonder if maybe you treated Stebb the same way you treated him. Lingering eyes, teasing words, gentle touches when no one was looking. Maybe you had promised Stebb the same thing, a date after the last day of classes. 

Viktor thought about you and Stebb. About your shared love of the ocean, about the scientific endeavors that the two of you would take on together. About all the opportunities that Stebb had to offer to you. Bitter acid filled his brain, slowly dissolving any confidence he had about your feelings for him until Jayce’s voice pulled him from the fog.

“Viktor?!” They way Jacye said his name made it clear it wasn’t the first time.

Viktor shook his head, blinking as he came to, “Sorry, what?” He leaned forward, stubbing out the cigarette and dropping it into an ashtray. 

“I was asking if Cait was doing okay in the house,” Jayce said, raising an eyebrow at him, “but, are you good, man? You look…distressed.”

“Sorry, I’m fine,” Viktor cleared his throat, laughing awkwardly, “Just, uh, getting a contact high, probably. Cait was good last time I saw her, she’ll text me if she needs to.”

Jayce pursed his lips at the lie but, to Viktor’s relief, didn’t push. Instead he asked Viktor about some concept that was far more interesting to his high brain than to Viktor’s sober one. He was grateful for the distraction, though, pleased for the opportunity to think about something else for a while. He lit another cigarette and indulged Jayce, talking to him about hypotheticals and theories that they had previously spoken of. Wild fantasies of science that Jayce tended to keep between him and Viktor spoken freely in the smoke filled shed. 

Viktor began to relax, eventually believing that he was in fact getting contact high. It was nice, just a tiny shimmer skimming across his body. Not enough to disrupt his job if he needed to handle something, just enough to make it easier for him to distract himself. That was until you were saying goodbye to Stebb.

“I’ll see you Sunday!” You beamed up at him as he stood, straightening his couch wrinkled clothes, “Be safe!”

You giggled as he rolled his eyes but gave you a thumbs up anyways. His shoulder still shook with laughter as he left the shed. Next to Viktor, you pulled your knees back up to your chest, looking back over at him for attention. He resisted, continuing his conversation with Jayce and pretending he couldn’t feel your eyes on him. He heard the little ‘hmph’ that left your throat when he didn’t acknowledge you. You didn’t vie, though. Instead you pulled out your own phone, scrolling through apps without really thinking about them. 

Viktor didn’t notice that another person had taken up a spot next to you until you began coughing. He turned to find you gasping and coughing into the top of your knees, handing a pen back to a guy sitting next to you. You face hidden as strawberry scented vapor spilled out of your nose and mouth,

“Hey, no, she’s cut off,” Viktor snapped, looping an arm around your back, instinctually warding off the boy he didn’t recognize dressed as Patrick Bateman. He glared at him until he rolled his eyes and stood up.

“Sorry man, thought she was single,” Patrick Bateman shrugged, taking himself and his pen out of the shed. 

“She’s not my- nevermind,” Viktor shook his head, dropping his defense before turning to you, “I thought you were done? What was that?”

“I don’t know, man,” You shrugged, pulling your face out of your knees and carefully wiping tears out of your waterline, “I’m drunk, I can’t help it.” 

“You’re the worst,” Viktor scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, but you stick around anyways,” You widened your eyes in a teasing look up at him. 

“Yeah, who else will?” Viktor joked back, his tone light as he playfully shoved you away, your offended gasp making him laugh.

“Whatever,” You scoffed, then stretched your legs out in front of you searching for a new way to be on the couch.

You landed on resting your head in Viktor’s lap, head against his thigh and ankles crossed over the armrest. He swallowed hard, staring down at you as you gave him a questioning look.

“Is this okay?” You asked, clearly ready to move if it wasn’t.

“No, you’re good,” He nodded, taking a deep breath and trying to relax back. Unsure of where to put his hand he settled with laying it across the back of the couch, unsure if you wanted him to touch you or not.

Your hair spilled over his thigh, shifting slightly as you settled in. Holding your phone above your face as you scrolled. You spoke without looking away from your screen, “Stebb’s cool, right? A shame he had to leave already.”

“Eh, yeah, a shame,” Viktor lied, trying not to tense up.

“Yeah,” You caught his eye over the edge of your phone, “His boyfriend is just so needy.”

Oh. Viktor let an embarrassed laugh slip past his lips. The pointed look you gave him made it clear you knew at least some of what he was thinking earlier, “I’m a dick.”

“Yup,” You agreed, pursing your lips and nodding, “Just a little.”

He let out a laugh that was more like a groan, going to rub his hand down his face before catching himself and opting to tug at his hair instead. When he looked down you were looking back at your phone, the tiniest satisfied smirk tugging at your lips. He turned back to Jayce, content with the feeling of your head in his lap. He focused better, felt better, when he was speaking to Jayce. Even going as far as to write down a few notes in his phone to think about later. Every so often you’d get his attention to show him something you thought he’d like. A few trains, some snakes, and some general engineering videos that had all ended up in your feed. At some point the hand opposite of where you were laying ended up in your hair. He gently combed through the strands, fingers brushing idly against your hairline as he chatted with the others. 

When someone opened the shed door, holding it long enough for a heavy gust of cold air to blow inside, you shivered. Turning from your back to your side, you pulled your bare knees in, complaining quietly at the temperature. Without a second thought Viktor leaned forward slightly, earning a confused look from you for a moment as he shrugged off his coat. Then he draped it over you, wordlessly covering your bare legs with his jacket. Hand coming to rest on the curve of your waist as he continued speaking to Jayce and Mel. 

“Oh, no fucking way,” Jayce muttered, narrowing his eyes at Viktor.

“What?” Viktor raised an eyebrow at him, not moving his hand from where it was on you.

“Are you serious?”Jayce glanced between Viktor and you in his lap.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Viktor shrugged, jumping back into the conversation they had been having, “Anyways…”

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When the party official began to die, Viktor quickly realized you were in no shape to go anywhere by yourself. Apparently Lest had headed out with Sky fairly early into the party, disappearing after you said you’d be okay to get home on your own. That was before you lost count of how much you were drinking. 

“I can get an Uber,” You insisted, following Viktor through the yard on wobbly legs. 

“Yeah, and who will get you from the Uber into your dorm?” Viktor scoffed, “Besides, I’m not leaving you alone like this with a stranger, no way.”

“Hey, I can take care of myself,” You defended, but the way you tripped up the steps of the porch said otherwise.

“Yes, of course you can,” Viktor caught you by the arm, bracing his cane against the deck to keep both of you from toppling over, “on any other night,”

“Vik-” You whined before he cut you off, hands cupping your cheeks and face close to yours.

“I will drive you home,” He said slowly with wide eyes, “Just let me help Cait clean up a little, okay? Can you wait twenty minutes?”

You nodded slowly, mirroring his wide eyed look.

“Good. Now come,” He ushered you into the house, kicking a discarded can out of the way. 

He walked with a hand hovering near your waist, ready to at least attempt to catch you were you to tip over. When he reached his door, he had to shoo away a couple of stragglers too drunk to realize it was time to go home. You leaned against the wall as he fished his key out of his pocket, eyes closed and breathing slowly through your nose. Inside his room he set you on the edge of his bed, flinching at the whimper you let out when he turned on the light.

“Sorry,” He hissed, moving to replace the overhead light with a softer lamp on his desk. He grabbed his water bottle from his nightstand, twisting it open and handing it to you, “Here, drink slow, okay?”

You nodded, eyes still closed as you sipped.

“How do you feel?” He asked, when you responded with a weak groan, he dragged his trash can from his desk to the foot of the bed, “Here, I believe in your ability to not throw up on my floor.” 

You gave a weak laugh and a thumbs up as you handed the water bottle back to him. He capped it and laid it on the bed next to you.

 “I’ll be back soon,” He said, retreating back to his door, “I’m going to lock the door so no one bothers you, okay?”

Viktor  laughed softly as you dropped back onto his bed and stuck your arm up to give another thumbs up. Making sure to lock the door behind him, he left you in his room. The music was still playing, far too loud in the mostly empty space. He spotted Cait approaching the lingering groups of drunk students. Asking them to leave with her nicest host voice dressed as Claire Danes’ beautiful Juilet, her Romeo was slumped uselessly drunk on the couch. 

He tapped Vi on the leg with his cane, she grumbled and swatted at him. He tapped her again, stepping out of the way as she kicked out. 

“Up Violet, get up,” He urged, “Do you hate Cait? Or are you going to help her clean up?”

“That is so unfair,” Vi scoffed, but pushed herself up off the couch anyway, fake armour clinking together.

He shrugged, setting off to help Cait himself. The bulk of the cleaning would be done in the morning, all that really needed to be done now was clearing the kitchen counters so they could make breakfast and coffee in the morning, god knows they’d need it. Vi cut the music, the sudden silence making Viktor’s ears ring. 

Behind him Mel helped Jayce stumble into the house, his pinstripe jacket over her shoulders instead. He was luckily lucid enough to stay upright on his own. Vi would be the only one that could carry him to his room, that was if she wasn’t completely wasted herself. Not to mention, Jayce being slung over her shoulder in a fireman's carry would certainly result in him throwing up down her back. 

“Do you guys need help with anything?” Mel asked. Jayce had his face pressed into her braids, murmuring things his drunk brain surely thought were romantic, “or can I get him to bed?”

“We’re okay,” Cait assured her as she swept discarded cans into the recycle bin, “You guys head to bed, we’re almost done here.”

Mel nodded and adjusted her grip on Jayce’s waist, holding him tighter as she made her way to the stairs.

“Goodnight,” Viktor said as they passed by him, “let us know if you need anything.”

Jayce stopped, his sudden halt nearly toppled Mel over as she tried to keep walking. She groaned, complaining his name as she tried to drag him upstairs. He turned to Viktor, pinning him with an unsettling sober look.

“Are you fucking her?” He asked, the uncharacteristic question came out completely steady, not an ounce of drunkenness in his voice.

Viktor stammered for a moment, trying to conjure up a response. No, technically he wasn’t fucking you. He wanted to. You acted like you wanted him to. He had in the past. Viktor’s thoughts spun, completely caught off guard. Luckily Mel came to his rescue, sober and tired enough now to have no desire to pry.

“Jayce, you’re drunk.” She deadpanned, leveling him with stern eyes, “That is none of your business, come to bed.”

Jayce turned away, completely dropping the subject, but leaving Viktor shaken just the same. It was the type of question Jayce only asked when he was so drunk there was no way he’d remember it in the morning. Mel shot him an apologetic look as she dragged Jayce towards the stairs. 

“I think we’re all good for tonight,” Cait called from the kitchen, knocking Viktor out of his daze, “How’s that side of the living room look?”

Viktor shook his head, clearing his thoughts as he looked around. Empty cans and cups on most surfaces, a few halloween costume props abandoned on the floor, and a tipped over camping chair that somehow made it into the house. All things that could be handled tomorrow.

“Good enough,” He called back, not really wanting to bother with cleaning anymore tonight.

“Perfect,” She sounded relieved, “Goodnight Viktor.”

“Yeah, goodnight,” Viktor told her, double checking that the back door was locked and retreating back to his room.

He found you laying there the same way he had left you, flat on your back with your legs hanging off the bed. You had one hand behind your head, the other resting against your stomach, rising and falling gently as you breathed. He placed a hand on the bed, leaning over you and brushing a strand of hair out of your face. You opened your eyes, blinking sleepily up at him, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“I can still bring you home,” He told you quietly, “but if you’d like to stay ‘till morning you are more than welcome to.”

You nodded slowly, “I’d like that,”

“Good,” He laughed softly, running the tip of his finger across the white edge of your makeup at your hairline, “Do you remember that you still have clown makeup on?”

“Do you?” You hummed and raised an eyebrow at him, reaching up and tracing the line on his jaw. With a groan you sat up, hand pausing halfway on its way to rubbing your face. You pouted, “I don’t have any makeup remover.”

“Don’t be mad at me,” Viktor told you, grabbing your hand as you stood and pulling you towards his bathroom, “But I believe you left some things in a drawer in the bathroom.”

“What?” You gasped, following as he opened up the bottom drawer of the counter in the bathroom. He pulled out a paper drug store bag, “Oh my god, I thought I hallucinated buying that stuff.”

“Eh, yeah, Sorry,” He said sheepishly, pulling out the contents, including makeup wipes, facewash and moisturizer, “I kept forgetting to ask you about it, out of sight out of mind.”

“This stuff is expensive, ya know?” You told him, half joking. 

“But you’re glad I have it here, right?” He offered, watching as began to open up the items, “Otherwise you’d be trapped in clown makeup all night.”

“Good point,” You laughed, shaking your head at him as you read the packaging, “Are you allergic to anything?”

“Not that I know of,” Viktor tilted his head, “Well, some dogs, but I don’t think that really applies here.”

“Yeah, I don’t see dog on the ingredient list,” You agreed, peeling open the packet of makeup remover wipes and handing him one, “You should live.”

“Here, you first,” Viktor offered, taking the makeup wipe from your hand and patting the counter, beckoning you to climb up.

You did as he asked, pushing yourself up to sit on the edge of the counter. You parted your knees, allowing him to stand between your legs as he cleared your face. You leaned closer to him, watching as he carefully swiped at the powder on your face. Removing makeup from anyone, let alone someone else, was something he wasn't familiar with. He was gentle, probably too much so as he barely managed to remove any of the white and colored powder from your face at first. 

“Stubborn stuff,” You told him, fetching a clean wipe for him, “Same makeup drag queens and dancer’s use. Doesn’t budge an inch.”

“Hm, clearly,” He increased the pressure on your cheek, watching for any signs of discomfort as he did so.

He liked the way you were looking at him, focused and reverent and warm. It felt different, the alcohol melting away the walls you put up. He wished you’d look at him like this all the time, in front of other people. Look at him like he meant something, like he could do anything. He’d take what he could get, though. Love from you was still love, even in small doses. 

“I’m not gonna break,” You told him, glancing down at his hand near your face, “You don’t have to treat me like I’m made of glass.”

“I treat you with care, Lasko,” He hummed, leaning back to inspect this work and then decided you were right.

“So sweet,” You laughed softly, glancing down at his hands, “Will you be offended If I do it myself?”

“Of course not,” He shook his head, handing the barely used makeup remover to you, “I’ll admit I am not good at this.” 

You twisted your back, turning to look at yourself in the mirror as you scrubbed the makeup off. He settled his hands on your thighs on either side of his hips, tracing gentle lines back and forth across your skin. You removed your makeup with practiced motions, clearing your face almost completely of the makeup in a few seconds. 

“Your turn,” You said to him, dropping the used up makeup remover into the trash. He hummed, letting you pull him a little closer. You started with his forehead, holding his hair back with one hand, the other methodically wiping streaks of white makeup away. 

“Did you have a good halloween?” Viktor asked you, doing his best not to move as you worked.

“Yes I did,” You nodded, narrowing your eyes as you scrubbed the white out of his hairline, “Did you have fun? How was your first American halloween?”

“Eh, it was what I expected,” He shrugged, turning his head to the side for you, “It was as fun as it could be without drinking. Does that make me sound like an alcoholic?

“A little, but you’re twenty-two so it’s fine, I think,” You shrugged, pursing your lips, “But you should have just drank with us, I mean, nothing happened right?

“Yeah, because I was sober to keep things from happening,” He snorted, “And how would you know, anyway? Little Miss Can’t-Keep-Count?”

“Hey! It’s not my fault.” You scoffed, pouting at him. You grabbed a clean wipe.

“Oh yeah?” Viktor asked, shutting his eyes for you, “Someone forced you to drink as much as you did?”

“Well, no,” His eyes were still shut, but he could practically hear the way you rolled your eyes, “but Lest left early, and it’s hard for me to keep track on my own. She drinks, I drink, I smoke, she smokes. When I know she’s done, I know I’m done.”

“Interesting system. Very co-dependent,” Viktor said, opening his eyes and raising an unamused eyebrow, “When did she leave?” He couldn't help the tinge of irritation at the idea of you being left to your own devices at such a large party.

“I don’t know, probably like eleven,” You guessed, “Sky wanted to leave, so Lest went with her.”

“Ah, okay,” He didn’t feel bad about rejecting Sky, if anything he felt bad for not feeling bad.

“Don’t feel bad about her, by the way,” You told him, like the mind reader you were.

“Why?” He furrowed his eyebrows. Just a couple of weeks ago you had been torn up about Sky, convinced that she didn’t actually forgive either of you for what happened.

“Because Sky and Lest are together,” You told him, widening your eyes, “Like, together together.”

“Huh…” He blinked at you. Viktor liked to think of himself as an observant person, this though…this he hadn’t caught on to, “I thought Lest was straight.”

“Uh, yeah, So did I!” You scoffed, “Then I walked in on them going all Anne Lister on eachother.”

“Hm, interesting…” He snorted at your odd reference, then narrowed his eyes at you, “were you supposed to tell anyone that?”

“Well, not exactly,” You cringed, “but I can tell you anything. You’re my… you’re…Viktor.”

He flinched back. ‘I'm your what? Your what!?’ He felt like screaming, maybe even begging. He opened his mouth, willing his brain to let him say something. You cleared your throat and let an awkward laugh spill past your lips.

“Don’t tell anyone, by the way,” You huffed, blinking and pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. You reached back up, continuing the task at hand, “Lest might actually kill me this time.”

“Tell anyone what?” He asked, pulling a confused look beneath your hands as you worked.

“Atta boy,” You grinned, then dropped your hand leaning back to look at him, “All done,”

Viktor looked away from you and at himself in the mirror, almost surprised to see his own skin again after hours of being covered up. He hummed in appreciation and turned back to you.

“Would you like a shower?” He asked, it was late, but he figured he’d offer.

“Only if you get in with me,” You smirked, giving him an exaggerated wink. Viktor responded with a scoff, hoping it covered up the nerves you shot through him, “I’m kidding. I’m good. Thank you for offering, though.”

You pushed him away gently, sliding off the counter and looking up at him hopefully, “But, if I wouldn’t mind brushing my teeth if you happened to have a spare toothbrush?”

“Of course,” He opened up a drawer and pulled out a pack of toothbrushes. He decided to free the blue one from its packaging, a color he was sure you liked, “Here.”

“Thank you very much,” You said, wetting it in the sink as he handed over toothpaste, reaching for his own toothbrush.

As you scrubbed at your teeth, he watched you pick up a bottle of clear liquid that had been in the bag with the makeup wipes.

“What’s that?” He asked around a mouthful of foam.

“Witch hazel,” You told him, setting it back down, “It’s good for your skin. We’ll use it after we’re done brushing our teeth.”

He nodded an ok, spitting excess foam into the sink before continuing to brush. He hated how nice this felt. How comfortable and domestic and absolutely fleeting this night was. He stole glances at you in the mirror as you hummed to yourself, still drunk as you swayed your head side to side. He’d give anything to do this every night for the rest of his life. A month and a half and maybe, maybe, it would become somewhat more of a reality. A whole dream as opposed to this tiny vision of what could be.

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When you closed the bathroom door behind you, a stack of his clean clothes for you to change into in your arms, the reality that you were actually sleeping in his bed with him hit Viktor like a truck. He felt his heart rate spike, nerves creeping up the back of his neck. He wasn’t even going to sleep with you. It probably would have been easier if he would. Too busy with you to think about this new type of closeness. He decided to busy himself in an attempt to not think about it too much.

Viktor got his bed ready, pulling out an extra blanket in case you wanted it and peeling back the covers. He dug an extra charger out of his backpack, plugging it in and connecting your phone that you had already left on his bedside table. Spotting his glasses, he realized he was still wearing his contacts. Not bothering to wait for the bathroom mirror, he swiped them out in exchange for his glasses. He sat on the edge of his bed, then stood, paced a circle, checked on Rio, and sat down again. 

He felt like a teenager, anxious and restless over a girl. Nervous enough to stand and pace around again. A sudden worry that you might not want to share a bed with him crossed his mind. Would you feel weird waking up here in the morning? Would you regret spending the night?

He grabbed one of the extra pillows he kept and placed it in the middle of the bed, a makeshift wall between where you should sleep and where he should. That was good, it was something. He sat again, drumming his fingers against his thighs and remembering he was still in his clothes from earlier. He cursed, standing back up and changing as quickly as he could. Normally he’d strip to his boxers, but that felt wrong with you in his bed. Even with the pillow wall he had created. He pulled on sweatpants and an old tshirt, deciding it was more important that you were comfortable than he was. 

He had just returned to his bed, deciding to check his messages when the bathroom door clicked open. He looked up as you stepped out, dressed in a pair of his boxers and a t-shirt that was big on him, even bigger on you. You smiled at him, seemingly amused by what he was sure was a deer in headlights look. He took a few steps closer before stopping, you tilted your head looking at his bed. A small frown was on your lips when you turned back to him.

“So you hate me?” You asked, pouting at him.

“What?” He gasped, “No, of course I do not hate you Lasko.”

“Then what’s this?” You scoffed, offended as you walked closer and gestured to the pillow in the center of the bed.

“I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable!” He shrugged, looking up at you.

You gave him a deadpan look, stepping closer and putting your hands on his shoulders. You pressed your forehead against his, staring seriously in his eyes, “Viktor. You have been inside me. In more ways than one. We can share a bed, it’s fine.”

“Blunt. Always so blunt.” He returned back, shaking his head, forehead still touching yours until you pulled away. 

You reached past him, grabbed the pillow and tossed it to the foot of the bed. Unceremoniously you crawled over him to take your place in the open spot. Wiggling until you were looking up at him from under his blanket.

“See?” You said, gesturing to yourself, “Perfectly comfortable and the world didn’t end.”

“You are…” He shook his head.

“What?” You challenged, raising an eyebrow playfully, “I’m what?”

“You are you,” He groaned, falling back onto his own pillow and covering his eyes with his arm.

“Exactly, and you love me for it,” You laughed. You were joking, it was just a figure of speech, and still Viktor froze, just for a second, quick enough that you didn’t notice. 

He reached for the light, switching it off, “Goodnight.”

Your giggles died into silence in the dark. The light from the streetlamps only just reaching you. A couple beats of silence, Viktor tried to slow his heart back down, and then,

“Viktor?” You asked into the dark, hopeful edge to your voice.

“Yes?” He asked without moving, listening intently to the sound of your breathing.

“Can you come closer?” Your voice was quiet.

“Do you want me to?” He asked, chewing on his lip.

“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want to,” You pointed out, voice light.

He didn’t answer, instead he moved to you. You didn’t waste a moment in pressing yourself against his side. You clung to him, fitting yourself into the space as if you’d done it a thousand times before. You laid your head on his shoulder, hand resting on his chest, and leg hooked over his thigh. He put his hand on your back, reminding himself to breathe as he felt your chest rise and fall.

“Viktor?” You asked again, he could feel your words against his skin.

“Yes?” He asked, voice strained slightly.

“Will you kiss me?” Voice breathy and barely there as you asked.

“Lasko, you’re drunk,” He reminded you. Reminded himself.

“I’m not that drunk anymore,” He knew that was a lie, “Please? Just once? I’ve wanted to kiss you all night.”

He felt like he had been shot into space, or dragged to the bottom of the ocean. Imploding and exploding all at once.

“Just once,” He tried to steady his voice, “Come here.”

He felt you shift slightly, moving upwards until you were close enough. You kissed him slowly. Pressing your closed mouth to his in the dark. Light and gentle and only once.

“Maybe twice?” Viktor breathed against your lips when you pulled away. 

He didn’t wait for an answer, he didn’t need one. You fell back into him, his hand tangling itself in your hair. Despite his grip on you, he let you lead. Not wanting to do anything that was too much. He felt your tongue against the edge of his lip and gladly accepted it, parting his lips for you. The heat of your tongue against his was dizzying. He felt like he was drowning in the taste of you. The gentle but desperate motions lit him on fire. You whined against his lips, grabbing on to his shirt as you tried to get closer. Viktor obliged you, turning on his side and grabbing the crook of your knee. Pulling you flush against him. He bit down gently on your lip, making you gasp and move your hand to grip his hair. 

He placed open mouth kisses along your jaw, teeth nipping gently as he moved towards your neck. 

“Vik, oh fuck,” You keened his name, head tilting back to give him more space to kiss and bite and suck on your skin. You gasped, rocking your hips once against where he was half hard. 

He grabbed you by the hip, holding you still and shaking his head, “Not tonight,” He panted, gathering every once of restraint he had for this moment.

“But Vik,” You whined, trying to press your hips to his again.

He moved to place both hands on the side of your face, forehead leaning against yours. Your breath mixed in the space between your mouths as you both panted, “No, not like this. Just let this be enough for tonight.”

He pressed a kiss to the corner of your open mouth, “Let it be enough.”

You nodded, stilling your body aside from your roaming hands and tilting your chin up to get him to kiss you again. When he was sure you were going to behave, he gave you what you wanted. Kissing you again, all tongues and teeth and staved-off desperation. Kissing you until you both drifted off, a tangle of warm limbs breathing the same air.

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Longing

post-merge!Kai x f!reader

content warnings/tags ~ Minors DNI, 18+ ONLY, Dark fiction, yandere, stalking, magical drugging, Kai's POV

summary ~ Kai develops an obsession with the first person to show that they care about him

Our story starts with the day that I died. Well - technically I didn’t ‘die’. But I almost did. I could feel it for weeks now: non-stop nosebleeds and night sweats turned into something much more serious than I wanted to admit. 

I could barely stand up straight when I finally dragged myself to my dear sister, Josette’s apartment. I had to swallow a lot of pride coming here. Since the make-shift merge granted me my own magic (sorry little brother) , I thought I’d never have to ask anything from any of them again, yet here I am.

Doubled over, clutching my abdomen, where every one of my failing organs fights over which can kill me the fastest, having rang the doorbell for the second time.

That’s when I hear a sweet voice behind me.

“Hey, are you alright?”

I don’t move or even respond at first because there’s no way she’s talking to me.

Then I feel her step closer, “sir..”

That’s when I turn and notice the micro-expression of shock on her face as she glimpses my sunken features and sickly pallor. Oddly enough, she doesn’t recoil away from me. She’s more concerned than anything.

“I don’t mean to sound like a stalker but I just saw you struggle the whole way up the stairs. Do you need an ambulance or could I call someone?”

She’s beautiful, okay.. like a major babe. Making it all the more embarrassing when I trip through my words. I should excuse myself because I feel lightheaded and socially deprived doesn’t even begin to describe the last two decades of my life, but I find myself flustered.

“Are you okay?” she repeats slower. She genuinely cared about my wellbeing even though it didn't benefit her at all.

I snap out of it. “yeah.. I’m fine.. just here to see my sister. She’s a doctor, so I’m hoping she can work her magic on me.. so to speak..” I try to straighten my posture, but my shoulders sag right back down pathetically. 

“Oh! You’re Jo’s brother?” 

“Yeah, we’re super close.. we’re twins actually.” 

She gives me a weird look then laughs out loud, “you’re funny.” I force a short chuckle at the expense of my aching ribcage.

It’s just like Jo to interrupt our conversation when she finally answers her door for me. 

“Kai?” she looks me over. “What’s going on?”

“Well, I thought I’d visit you since im not feeling the greatest and your neighbor here was kind enough to check on me.”

“Y/N?”

She greets Jo with a smile then turns to me.

“It was nice meeting you, Kai.” I could've died happy in that moment, watching her lips form the sounds of my name.

She continued, “I really hope you feel better and maybe I’ll see you around.”

I watched her disappear into that apartment of hers. Apartment B25, on the right side across from Jo’s. I’d learn it had a balcony that I could view from the storefront of the coffee joint across the street. 

My smile left my face when I turned back to my sister. For once in our lives, Jo actually helped me. It turns out I just needed her magic, the missing piece to complete the merge. 

Days went by and, my body felt better than ever, but my chest still felt achy. Like a weird gnawing right behind my sternum that bothered me at night and kept me up with sad thoughts. Ever since that weird crying fiasco, I started using the internet to look up these feelings I experienced based on my symptoms. Apparently, I was feeling longing.

I couldn’t ignore it for long, especially not when my memories of her face became hazy. I couldn’t remember if she had a beauty mark on her right or left cheek or that precise shade of hazel in her eyes. 

She became my obsession where all I could think about was the next time I could be around her. More and more I wanted to possess her. Keep her all to myself like a selfish child with their favorite toy. 

I learned her schedule and spent countless afternoons at that coffee shop across the street watching her come home after her classes. I found reasons, any reason at all to be in her building just so I could talk to her. 

I even told her I was a chemistry major just so I could finally get through the threshold of her apartment and smell the space permeated with her lovely cinamony scent. We’d sit together on her floor and I helped her study for her upcoming exam. Chemistry is surprisingly similar to alchemy and potions.

I’d watch her lips when she drunk her favorite cappuccino when we met up for coffee, my eyes never leaving the sight of the frothy milk left on her upper lip. 

I planned a murder when her out-of-state boyfriend decided to come visit her. Brock? Bruce? It doesn’t really matter because I made sure that asshole was out of her life for good. He was a douche anyway and she’s too pure for someone like him. It didn’t take me long to realize he was cheating on her. It wasn’t messy. I took a more refined approach and melted his brain with a simple spell before sending her every screenshot and the most brutal heartbreaking words I could think of sent from his cellphone.

Then I was her shoulder to cry on. I was the one that reassured her that she was enough. She was more than enough. She was perfect. 

I grew tired of watching her agonize over a shitty dead guy, making everything about him. So one night, when I got her drinks from the bar, I muttered a short spell to make a little potion to put her to sleep. I carried her home with me and tucked her into bed before climbing in next to her and pulling her into my chest. That gnawing was finally gone. No longer longing. I felt something else, but I didn’t care to google it because it felt so good I just wanted to enjoy it in the moment. I kissed her forehead and softly told my sleeping beauty that she was mine. 

And I’m never letting her go.

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SOMETHING POSSESSIVE !!! CARLOS S. X FEM!READER (18+)

summary: carlos didn't need any reassurance especially when she wasn't going to be getting away from his grasp sooner or later.

content warning: smut under the cut (minors dni), use of explicit language, toxic-esque relationship, possessive!mean dom!carlos, double penetration + anal play, degrading, oral (m receiving) + face fucking/deep throat, impact play, brief breath play, dacryphilia

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carlos, with all his suave and his talent, was a secured man. 

he knew that. in fact, he couldn’t find himself to care what people may think about his driving skills, or what he’s wearing, let alone his relationship status. 

but there were times when some things were slowly slipping away from his grasp. in those instances, he had to hold on tight and even pull them back where he had them. 

one of those times was during his p1 celebration. carlos turned away for a brief second to exchange pleasantries with the partygoers who approached him, thanking them and telling them to enjoy the party. 

but as soon as he turned back, she was gone. she was leaning over the bar counter as she patiently waited for her drink to be filled up. no— she wasn’t just waiting, she was giggling at whatever the hell lando was telling her. lando wasn’t even that funny, carlos said. 

the more carlos stared, the more his anger grew.

he should be blaming himself for not paying attention to her for a whole month straight, really. the woman asked for his undivided attention even if it’s just for an hour, yet he never gave her that. 

he could be blaming himself right now, with his face drenched in sweat after dancing for too long and his face red in anger and jealousy, but he chose not to head that route.

instead he decided that she should’ve behaved herself even if she had to wait for him.

carlos towered over her, his chiseled body bare and his cock hardened as he looked down at her with a mocking pitiful expression. 

her knees were burning as she knelt down on the carpeted floor of their hotel room, her body practically shaking in anticipation. she had nothing on, her arousal dripping out of her as continued to look up at him with a pleading look. 

yeah, carlos scoffed, as if that’d work this time.

carlos’ face gave her a go ahead— as if she already knew what to do. 

her mouth gaped open and she stuck her tongue out, allowing carlos to push his cock into her mouth. she forced herself to keep her hands on her back, her tongue swirling on the tip of his cock.

her mouth on his length elicited a moan out of carlos, his hands now grabbing her head by the roots. he increased his pace and moved deeper, the tip of his cock now resting at the back of her throat as she felt all of him in her mouth. 

“mi pequeña y buena puta,” my good little whore. carlos muttered quietly, hearing her breathe through her nose despite the tip of it grazing his skin. “ojalá lo supieras mejor.” i wish you knew better.

she couldn’t even utter a word, her words stuck on her throat with his cock shoving them back down. her eyes were watering as she looked up at carlos, who looked down at her once more with a smug expression.

“can’t take it anymore, bonita?” carlos cooed mockingly, making her shake her head while she continued to get her mouth fucked.

carlos pulled her mouth away from his length, making her gasp. he chuckled quietly, “good because i’m gonna make sure you know who you fucking belong to. on the bed.”

in a typical day, she’d be stubborn enough to resist and roll her eyes at him. but she knew exactly what she had done to piss him off like this and she knew better than testing him, and so she obliged and went to the bed on all fours. 

it didn’t take long for carlos to get around and kneel on the mattress, his hand gliding down her soaked cunt as she shivered from his touch. 

“who told you to act like that?” carlos asked her firmly, his voice low and his fingers slowly prodding her cunt.

she didn’t utter a word, instead she bit her lip as she didn’t want to displease him anymore than she did earlier.

he was growing frustrated from her silence. he didn’t have that much patience for her sudden quietness, especially when her behaviour was loud enough to defy and make carlos jealous. 

she let out a loud whimper when he struck a blow to her cunt, her clit sending aroused and pained signals to her brain. 

“who?” carlos still didn’t get any answer. he slapped her cunt continuously, each slap was rougher than the last as she cried out. 

she was unable to let out a word, her brain was getting too fuzzy from each strike and each derogatory word that escaped carlos’ tone. some sinful parts of her wanted to be treated like this after a whole month of not being taken care of by the ferrari driver. that’s why she behaved like she wasn’t his back there.

by the tenth time, he pulled his hand away and watched her cunt throb around nothing. 

“still nothing?” carlos asked despite the fact that he’s not expecting any more answers from her.

she couldn’t even remember hearing him move around as she was already entering her hazy state. she was keeping her composure, yet despite all of those attempts she was driven away by his cock as he entered her fully without a warning. 

she cried out, “fuck!” her knuckles were turning white as she gripped the sheets beneath her. carlos thrusted hard, pounding her like he was stating his frustrations to her.

“you love this don’t you?” carlos growled lowly, his one hand gripping her hips while the other collected her arousal and slid two fingers in her back hole. his cock entered her cunt at the same pace as his two fingers, penetrating her until she couldn’t handle it anymore. 

“did you really think i won’t punish you for behaving like a slut?” carlos asked her, making her shake her head insistently as she cried and sobbed. tears fell down her cheeks as she felt immense pleasure from his continuous fucking. “ah, so you did it because you know i’ll be punishing you?”

“if you wanted some reminder of who owns you then you could have just asked me, bonita,” carlos crooned mockingly, his hand that gripped her hips pulled her up by the throat. he pulled her body closer, her back on his chest while he continued fucking both her holes. 

he squeezed her throat and released the pressure. he muttered in her ear, “what would everybody think if they found out that you like to be treated like a whore when i don’t give you attention, hm?” 

her mouth let out nothing but incoherent words, feeling her walls clenching around him as she whined pitifully. 

“they can see it already, bebe,” he whispered, nipping at her ear as she gasped loudly.

“so fucking tight and good for me,” carlos continued, “whose pussy is this?” 

her mouth gaped open as she tried to utter something. carlos squeezed her throat, restricting her airflow as she cried out, “yours, carlos, fuck! yours!”

“yeah?” carlos whispered heatedly, now increasing his pace as he chased her high and his. “these holes are mine, yes? no one else’s?” 

“yes- hah- fuck, yes ‘m yours,” she babbled, her voice pleading with him as her walls clenched around him.

he let out a loud grunt as his thrusts slowed, his cock still sliding in and out of her hard as both of them reached their high. her walls milked his cock, painting her insides white with his load as her legs trembled and gave up.

she knew that if she simply asked for his attention, he wouldn’t give it— he’d make some promise that he wasn’t going to follow through and he’d forget about it.

perhaps it was a great idea to remind him that some things were meant to slip out of his grasp, and that he should continue holding onto it tightly. otherwise, she wouldn’t be fucked out as she wished to be.

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Day 3

˚ʚSeo Changbin x fem!Readerɞ˚

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: Day 3 of my 1K follower celebration! Today is praise with Changbin ♡

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: ~1k (950)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: fem!reader, praise kink, bin yaps a whole lot, rough sex, creampie (pee after sex pls<3), breeding mentions

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ notes:  i usually write bin getting praised/worshiped but ill switch it up this time around :3 also sorry if this feels sloppy, i had a bad day and couldn't proofread it as well as I wanted lol

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It started a few months ago. You were on your knees with Changbin’s hands wrapped in your hair and his dick down your throat. It was going like usual until he got lost in the pleasure and found himself mindlessly throwing praises at you. It wasn't unlike him to do so, but the sheer amount was more than you've ever experienced. “Atta girl, Bunny. Fuuuck. You’re so good at this-” He saw the way you reacted as well as the way you were extra insatiable later that night. Changbin might be your silly little boyfriend, but he is a very attentive person. So from that day on he slowly started doing it more and more, even more so outside the bedroom.

If he caught you right out of the shower he would run his hands all over your body and tell you how much he loved it. “Bunny, your skin is so soft! You’re so beautiful. I love you so much.” Or, if he was balls deep in your mouth, he would never shut up about how good it was. “You’re doing so well, Bunny. Ahh~ You take such good care of me-” 

It was small statements, sure, but over time he did so often until the point where all his conversations with you ended in some sort of praise. You loved it! But you also hated the way it made you dripping wet and brainless the second it left his mouth. You just could never get used to it or be normal about it, no matter how hard you tried. So when you finally sat him down for a talk about it, he made a promise to always take care of you when he "accidentally" put you in that mindset. Which is exactly how you’re in your current situation: with blurry, teary eyes and your cunt spread wide open on his dick <3

“Look at this pretty pussy… All. For. Me.” He enunciates each word with a sharp thrust, hitting your G-spot directly each time and causing you to clench tightly around him. He throws his head back, groaning loudly at the feeling of you wrapped so tightly around him. His tongue pokes his cheek and his eyebrows furrow as he pounds into you with more force.

“Keep taking this dick. Juuust like that, princess. Fuck..” His voice sounds so desperate and it does nothing but make you wetter. The sight of him is drool-worthy enough, but the way he holds you down and fucks you like a toy is enough to make you start drooling. His eyes eventually flick up to your face to check on you and he does a double take when he realizes that you’re actually drooling.

“Aw, my Princess. ‘Binnie’s dick feels too good, huh?" He bites his lip and leans forward, folding your legs into your chest. "Hmmm?~” “B-Binnie-” He thrusts roughly, cutting you off and making you gasp. “God, I love the way you say my name. Tell the whole world who gets to fuck this perfect fucking body of yours.” You throw your head back, your mind feeling foggier with each word out of his mouth.

He could tell it was affecting you and his chest inflated with pride at the fact that he was the one doing this. You were his perfect girlfriend, his pretty baby, and his sexy fucktoy. Nobody was allowed to see you like he was, and the fact only encouraged him more. His hips continued to slam against yours as you both held eye contact. He pushes his lips against yours and mumbles against them. “Gonna cum for me, Princess? You feel so perfect around me. 'Gonna make me cum too.”

He whines loudly when you pull away from the kiss, only to falter his hips when you start to beg. “B-Binnie, ‘want you to cum inside. Please! I’ve been good, Binnie, please-” His hips slow and he looks down at you with blown-out eyes. “Yeah? My pretty Bunny wants to be bred?” You nod your head frantically and grind your hips against his as much as you can, desperate for him to move faster. He sits there quietly for a few seconds as you whine.

He suddenly pulls out and flips you onto your stomach. You squeal and crane your neck to look back at him confusedly, only to be shoved into the sheets by a hand on your nape. “Oh, my sweet Bunny…” He slips inside your walls again and goes at an unforgiving pace right off the bat, desperately chasing both of your highs.

Your orgasm didn’t get the chance to fade so you cum around him suddenly, squeezing him like a vice and making him double his efforts against your suffocating walls. “You sound so fucking hot when you beg. Don’t worry, Bunny. Binnie’s gonna take good care of you.” Your nails claw the sheets and you wail into the mattress as the pleasure turns to overstimulation. He seemingly goes deeper and slams his hips against yours harder.

“Gooood girl… Gonna pump you nice n' full, maybe even give you a kit or two.” His moans pitch and his thrusts become sloppy as he starts to fill you. His previously erratic thrusts turn into meticulous, sharp ones. Ones that shove him as deep as possible with the promise of a problem for future you, as he promised. But in the meantime, present-you is too focused on the way his cum drips from you, only to get shoved back in by two fingers that curve into your G-spot.

He smirks widely. "Mmmm.. Think you need another load. Need to make sure your sexy body is thoroughly claimed."

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Could you do prompt 21 for teruko and hu from despair time

Aftercare with teruko tawaki and hu jing

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A/n:I'm pretty sure all drdt characters are 18 (correct me if I'm wrong), but just to be safe, everyone involved in this is over 18

Teruko tawaki

Teruko has no real idea what to do after the moment is over, she just lies on the bed and thinks about how good it felt and how she actually scored

She genuinely can't believe it. She never thought she'd date someone much less get to this level but she can't deny it felt incredible and she wants to do it again

When she comes back to reality she's so embarrassed that she doesn't know what to do next

"Oh sorry........I was just thinking.....so....do we just cuddle now or what?"

"Sure if you want to"

She actually discovered she really loves naked cuddling for some reason, just the skin on skin contact helps her remember that you're still there with her and never leaving her. She'd love it if you could so it in a non sexual situation but she's way too embarrassed to ask

One of the times you actually did someone walked in on you (probably because of teru's luck) and teruko just wanted to die right there while you explained that you were in fact not having sex

Sometimes her body feels sore despite both of you being gentle, and despite her insisting that it's nothing (it was very not convincing, she could barely get up from the bed) you gave her a massage and her entire body felt better it was like magic so it instantly became a regular thing during aftercare

She loves it when you fall asleep on her naked chest, and she gets to look at your adorable sleeping face. She loves seeing your face in general, but for some reason, in this moment, knowing that she brought you pleasure and happiness like this makes her happy too

[You're laying on teruko's chest while she hugs you]

"........I love you so much"

[You stir a bit, but she cuddles you closer, and you fall back asleep]

"Good night y/n......and thank you"

[She smiles and kisses your forehead before falling asleep too]

Hu jing

This girl is the absolute best at aftercare. She just loves taking care of you in every possible way and especially in the bedroom so aftercare is obviously a part of that

First thing first, she always asks you if you enjoyed that. The answer is obviously yes, turns out she's great at taking care of you even in the most intimates of ways. She also asks if it hurt, which never happens cause she's incredibly gentle all the time, but she still wants to check as she would hate for you to feel anything but pure pleasure while being with her

She then runs a bath, and while you're waiting for the tub to fill, she gives you a massage, and it genuinely feels like she has the hands of an angel (something you could also ascertain earlier) she touches all the right spots and it feels like you're about to fall asleep from how relaxing it is but try to stay awake to feel the rest of the amazing aftercare

She's also insanely good at cleaning you in the bath. You're as good as new whenever she's done with you, and of course, you clean her too once she's finished and she loves it too

You then finish the amazing night cuddling together until you fall asleep. If you can't, then she'll sing you a lullaby or bring you tea (even if she prefers doing that the morning after) but most of the times her soft body and voice are enough to make you sleep

The best part is that during all of this, she's praising you and telling you how amazing you did, even if she basically did everything to make you feel good. She praises you a lot during the lovemaking (that's the only way she'll call it because she doesn't want to be too vulgar) just because she loves it and she definitely won't stop even after it's over. If you try to contradict her or tell her she was the one who did everything, she won't hear it. She hates you being negative or deflecting her praise and will double it if you do that

"Darling, you did so good today, the moment feel perfect"

"No please hu, you were the one-"

"Love, I thought we already went through this, you were amazing and don't try to deny it anymore ok?"

".......yes"

[She kisses your cheek and cuddles you closer to her]

"That's my good baby"

"But you were amazing too hu, seriously how are you this good?'

"Oh, I'm glad to hear that, I love making you feel happy and taking care of you, darling. The fact that you love being intimate with me makes me so happy too"

"I swear how did I get a woman as amazing as you?"

"Just being your adorable and sweet self my dear"

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Summary: Your relationship with your boss takes an unpredictable turn.

Characters: Nick Fowler

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Cotton drags over tinted skin, flecks it red catching along with the new blood trickling from the split. A hiss passes through clenched teeth despite your gentleness. The act reminds you of when your daughter was only six, crying over a scraped knee as you covered it with a Spongebob bandaid. You don't have any of the yellow strips now, just the roll of gauze and medical tape.

"Ah," Nick clenches his jaw again.

"Sorry," you murmur, "it needs pressure."

You push your thumb against the cotton and he winces, forcing a smile as he crackles out a chuckle.

"I can handle it, honey," he assures you as you hold the cotton above his brow, his other brilliant eye looking up at you. "Just like you handle me so well."

You don't respond. Your boss is a mercurial man. One moment, charming, the next rigid and ignitable. You've learned it's better to just go along with whatever mood he's chosen.

"Other guy looks worse," he remarks as you lift the cotton.

You nod, "I'm sure, sir."

He laughs again, closing his eyes with a sigh. He sits reclined in one of the leather armchair, his head tilted as you tend to him. It's after midnight. You're supposed to be at home sleeping. Your daughter's coming back from college for the weekend, you planned on brunch.

You sift out the box of slender steri-strips and bend over him, carefully sealing the gash above his brow. He's a handsome man. Objectively, you must admit it. Dangerous, too, but you don't wonder about the cuts and bruises. He has a shining badge that tells you more than enough.

"Hands of a goddess," he purrs as he opens his other eye again.

You stand and gather up the waste, packing away the medkit. You thank him plainly and fight the urge to look at the clock. You wad up the used gauze in your fist.

"Sir, is there anything else tonight?"

He lifts his head, both eyes on you now. He considers you as he sits straight and grips his knees. He stands and shrugs, spinning on his heel and striding to the mirror hung on the wall, just above the low table decorated with brass and oak.

"Did I interrupt you?" He asks as he checks his reflection. His left cheekbone is purpled and scraped.

"No, I was only sleeping," you say. You try not to let on that it doesn't come easy or often for you. It's not his concern.

"Mmm," he squints at himself and winces as it tugs at his wound. "Well, you can find an extra room here, drive back in the morning."

"That's kind, sir, but I'm okay," you back up, "I'll clean this up and go if there's nothing else."

"You'll just be back tomorrow," he turns and crosses his arms.

"Um, it's my day off, sir."

He clicks his tongue and nods, "forgot."

You force a small smile. No big deal.

"Got big plans then?"

You hesitate. He doesn't usually ask. You shake your head. You don't think he really cares.

"Would you like some scotch before I go then?"

He inhales, chest rising deeply before falling again. He drops his arms and slips his hands into his pockets. One tail of his shirt is untucked and his jacket is splotched with dark stains. He is sauvely unkempt.

"Sure," he grumbles as he paces before the artificial fireplace.

You dip your chin and leave him. You toss away the garbage and tuck away the kit. You wash your hands before you return to the den and take the thick-bodied decanter from the cabinet. He stands with one hand on the mantle as he stares at the floor.

You pour him a glass and bring it to him. He accepts it without looking up. You ask him if he wants the rest left out for him. He says it doesn't matter.

You bid him good night as he resumes his pensive trance. The adrenaline slakes away and now he's coming down. He'll be in for a good sleep, a lot better than your own. You'll be lucky to get a few hours before you're due to meet Josephine.

🥃

You smile across at your daughter. Every time you see her, she seems more grown up than the last. She has a pretty flower pin in her hair and her lips are glossed the perfect shade of rose. She reminds you of your age, both in a good way and a bad way.

You don't fail to notice the other looks in Josephine's direction. Joey, she corrected you when you picked her up. The changes in her make you feel stagnant. You suppose that comes with age too. You're done blossoming, you only have the wilting ahead of you.

"So, exciting," you say as you pinch the stem of your glass, a pair of mimosas between you as you await your entrees, "you got an internship."

"Um, yeah, it's not bad," she pushes her shoulders up, "my boss is okay, I guess."

"That's good, most bosses don't earn much more than 'eh' as a rating," you kid, "sorry, kiddo."

"Mom," she warns.

"I know, sorry," you correct yourself, "I'll try not to do it again."

You remember being her age. Caught in between adulthood and childhood, not wanting to be reminded of the latter.

"It's fine," she sighs, "I just... I'm trying to be a grown-up, you know?"

"Oh, you've got lots of time for that, Miss Lawyer," you trill, "you are very grown up. You know that, don't you? I'm so proud of you."

"Still got a far way to go," she sips from her own glass. You couldn't have ever imagined your daughter with prosecco sparkling in her hand, but there she is. You almost can't believe she's yours. "Let's talk about you. That's a lot less stressful."

"Ha, but boring," you roll your eyes. "You know, same old."

"Oh, trust, I could tell by the dark circles."

"Oof, you did not," you cackle, "Josephine-- Joey."

"You should try some vitamin C cream--"

"Don't," you warn her with a point across the table.

She giggles and her eyes flit around. There's something else. Something she's not telling you. But she wants to.

"What's going on?" you prompt.

"This is such a nice place," she looks at the table and fidgets, "thanks for breakfast, mom..."

"But..." you add on.

"I... hate to ask but..."

"You need money," you utter, "that's okay. We can make it work. What's it for?"

"Books," she says, "I kinda ran out before I could buy them all, so..."

"That's okay. I'll see if I can't get a few extra hours at work then."

As if he could hear the very allusion to his existence, your phone flashes with a private caller. It's Nick. It's only ever him. You flip the phone down to hid the call.

"Take it," your daughter insists, "it's fine."

"No, it isn't. It's my day off. It's our day," you say, "it can wait."

She smiles. She's so pretty. You can't help but feel inadequate next to her; your own daughter. She's young and vibrant and you're wearing a blouse you bought a decade ago that squeezes your middle a bit too tight.

"Like I said, I'm boring," you sit forward, "tell me about the good stuff. The juicy stuff. Any boys-- or, men?"

"Mom," she snipes.

"What? I gotta live vicariously through you."

She rolls her eyes, "no."

You laugh. You always loved teasing her. She's hard-nosed and too focused to worry about the piddly troubles caused by boys. Or...

"Any girls?"

She looks at you with fire in her eyes. Ah, that's it.

"What's her name?" You goad.

"No, it's nothing. We're not even-- I mean, there's no one," she takes another gulp of her mimosa.

"Sureeee," you drag out the word teasingly, "how many more of those to spill?"

"Enough," she warns, "what about you, huh? You seeing anyone besides your soap operas?"

Now it's your turn to frown, "no," you answer evenly, "I... don't think that's in the cards for me, honey."

"Mom, it's okay," she softens her voice, "dad wouldn't... he would want you to be happy."

"Mm, he would, but he was my happy," you bat your lashes against the singeing heat. "I'm okay, really."

"You deserve someone," she says. "You don't have to be alone."

"I am alone, doesn't mean I'm lonely," you deflect. "Anyway, let's enjoy this. I don't get enough of you."

"Alright, twist my arm, I'll settle for free mimosas and a breakfast bowl," she gives a snarky grin.

You smile. She's the hope you have left. You hope that she never goes through the same pain again. One loss is enough for both of you.

🥃

Joey orders and Uber and you sidle in next to her. You clutch your phone over your purse as the haze of the mimosas fogs in your vision. You may have indulged a bit much.

Your phone shines and you look down. 'Private'.

"I see what you mean about bosses," Joey chides.

"It's not-- not a big deal," you dismiss the call.

"Mom, maybe it's an emergency," she sniffs, "he's been calling a lot."

"He's an adult, I just sweep up his crumbs," you wave her off.

Your phone lights up once more. You're starting to get paranoid. Still, you have to maintain boundaries. Today is your day off.

You exhale and sit back. You watch the city smear by and yawn. The restless night tingles on your eyelids.

Finally, you get to your apartment and slump out of the Uber. You stop as Joey helps you tip the driver with the app and you carry on into the lobby of your building. The feeling of the world passing you by lingers beyond the car ride.

Upstairs, you get Joey settled into the room you haven't changed since she left. She puts her bag on the bed and hangs out in the living room as you put on a pot of coffee. It's too early to be this tipsy. You yawn and your phone once more comes to life.

You swipe it up and tell Joey to help herself to the coffee as you sweep out of the room. You head down the hall and step into your bedroom as you answer, "Mr. Fowler."

"You're busy?" Nick asks.

"It's my day off," you say firmly.

"Yes, we talked about that."

You're quiet. Confused. You try to recall the last time he bothered you outside of work. When you're not being paid for it, you never really hear from him.

"Is something going--" you stop and suppress a hiccup. It's more dehydration than the alcohol. "On?"

"I have guests coming," he says, "thought you might like some overtime."

"Oh, sir, I'm sorry, but--"

"Clearly you're disposed," he says tersely. Is he mad?

"I wasn't expecting--"

"It's fine. It was an offer. I can manage on my own."

"Of course, sir, I wouldn't--"

You flinch as the line cuts and the call goes dead with a bloop. You pull the phone away from your face and furrow your brow. Really? He hung up on you.

You toss your phone on the bed. Whatever. Forget him. Even if you weren't three glasses deep, you wouldn't leave Joey just to kowtow to his pretentious friends.

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pleeeeeease something fluffy and domestic about jenson😩😩😩 there is not enough fics of him AND after those beautiful pics he posted i crave slmething tbh anything that has to do with him

CORNY

pairing: (jenson button x driver! reader)

summary: you and jenson finally have a peaceful anniversary, but both of you have surprises for one another.

note: i love love LOOOOVE this idea so much. saying yes any day to domestic jenson. i had so much fun writing this, hope you have fun reading it too!

content warning: none, just a lot of domesticity and once again, say it with me, my verb tenses bouncing like frogs!

“And you’re sure you can handle this?”

“She’s a three year old, what harm could she possibly do?” Fernando asks. You look at him with faux seriousness in your eyes, “A lot. You can’t even begin to imagine.”

Jenson chuckles at your antics, double checking if you had brought all the things your daughter needs for the weekend. It was you and Jenson’s anniversary, and Fernando had volunteered to take care of your daughter so you could both get away.

“You know, if you told me back in 2016 that I would be taking care of you two’s child, I would have never believed it,” Fernando remarks, looking at the three year old dead asleep in his living room.

“Why, ‘cause you can’t take care of children?” You joke. He shakes his head in response, “No, because I never thought Jenson would have the balls to make a move.”

The mentioned man looks up from what he was doing when he hears his name, not fully invested in the conversation. “Sorry?”

“I said I never thought you would have the balls to make a move on Y/N. You pine for four years and all of a sudden have a burst of confidence, I still don’t understand how you did it.”

“Well some things are better left a mystery, eh Nando?” Jenson teases, nudging him on the side. “Besides, you don’t need to know how, just that we’re here now and we’re happy.”

“Boo, corny.” You butt in, giving Jenson a playful thumbs down.

“Hey you’re supposed to be on my side, I’m defending our love out here!”

Fernando grins at your banter— it reminded him of the good old days. Back when Jenson was on the grid along with him in Mclaren, hearing his teammate constantly pine over their friend— you— who happened to be a driver as well.

Ever since he could remember, Jenson had been head over heels for you. Sure during your rookie year he had only seen you as a friend, but the years following that, there was no time Fernando can remember where Jenson wasn’t trying to grab your attention or trying to impress you one way or another.

It was astounding how you hadn’t caught a clue on just how much Jenson liked you during those days. He had even given up his so-called ‘playboy’ lifestyle back then just to impress you, but the only reaction he had ever gotten from you was “So no more free drinks for me from your hookups when we’re out? Shame.”

“Are you absolutely certain you can handle this, Nando?” You ask the Spaniard, causing him to snap back to reality.

“Please, I got this covered, trust me,” he boasts. If only he knew what chaos was in store for him this weekend.

You say your goodbyes to Fernando and give your child a kiss on the head, making sure she doesn’t wake up. Stepping out the front door, you see Jenson staring far into the distance while waiting for you.

“You alright Jense?” you ask him as you walk towards the car. He doesn’t say a word until you both get in the car and close the doors, letting out a deep sigh of relief.

“Alright? I’m fucking fantastic!” he exclaims. You grin at his sudden burst of energy, shaking your head. Speaking softer this time, he adds, “This is the first weekend I’ve had all year without our kid. And don’t get me wrong, I love her very much, but I missed spending time with you more.”

He gives you a chaste kiss, pulling away to look at you with so much love. God, he could never be sick of this sight. You give him a soft smile as he adjusts to pull the car away from Fernando’s home, headed back towards your own.

You didn’t say anything as he started driving, unsure how to breach the topic you wanted to talk to your husband about. You wanted this weekend to go smoothly, after all it was your anniversary, but also because it was the first actual one on one time you’ve had with each other in god knows how long. With you still racing and him with his job, you didn’t see each other enough as much as you would like to.

Of course you were always home whenever possible, doing your part in taking care of your kid, and they always tagged along to races when they could— but to you it still wasn’t enough. You felt like you were doing Jenson wrong with pursuing racing while he had to do most of the heavy lifting at home.

So you wanted to retire.

You thought it was reasonable, after all you had been racing since 2012 save for the year you stopped when you were pregnant. You were satisfied with your career and your two world championships. Sebastian Vettel had told you last year that when you know it’s time to retire you just know, and you think that time is now.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Jenson asked, pulling you out of your train of thought.

“Are my thoughts that cheap?”

“Okay, dollar for your thoughts then. Jesus, we really are in an economic crisis.”

“Corny,” you reply, slapping him on his shoulder with a grin.

“Ah, but you smiled.” Jenson teased. It made you roll your eyes at him fondly, “Eyes on the road you silly man.”

The rest of the trip home was spent in comfortable silence, Jenson putting his hand on your leg whenever you reached a stoplight. He claimed to have the whole weekend planned, and was seemingly very excited to show off whatever it was he had in store. You asked him a week ago if you could get a clue and the only response you ever got from him was a shrug and a simple “Well there’s no fun in that now, is there?”

Pulling up to your house, you contemplate when exactly is the right time to tell your husband you’re retiring. Not before his surprise, no definitely not, that would ruin it. But you weren’t so sure if after the surprise would be such a good idea too, especially if it would ruin the spirit of the weekend.

“Want something babe?” Jenson asks as he approaches the house bar. He had it made last year on his birthday, a gift for himself, he had said. Safe to say not a single speck of dust has been found on that countertop nor has it been left abandoned for a day since it’s been made. It was his favorite thing in the house, besides you, of course.

You shake your head to his question, instead opting to lay down on the couch with an oomph, turning on the television to see if anything good was on. “So what’s your big secret surprise plan? Can I know now?” you question Jenson, looking at him from your position.

He gives you a knowing grin in reply, moving towards you with his drink. He takes a sip of it before closing the TV so you would focus on him.

“Hey I was gonna watch!”

Ignoring your comment— because he knows you weren’t really going to— he bends down to kiss you on your forehead and mutters, “My plan, my darling,” he gives you another kiss, “Is to stay home all weekend.”

You give him a confused look.

Was that it? Was that the big thing he had planned? Not that you were complaining of course, any time spent with Jenson was good to you. But it puzzled you why he had kept it a ‘secret’.

“Confused?” he asks, giving you a knowing look as he picks his drink back up and takes another sip. “I would be if I were you.”

Now absolutely muddled, you get up from the sofa and follow him towards his beloved bar. Sitting on one of the stools, you’re unable to find the right questions and simply shoot him a look that said ‘what?’

Jenson grins, leaning on the counter so you were face to face with each other. “So, you’re probably kerfuzzled.”

You had used that term once when you accidentally forgot the word ‘confused’ and it had become an inside joke between the two of you.

“Yes, I’m kerfuzzled, Jenson. So you have nothing planned this weekend?”

“Well besides me cooking you the most delicious home cooked meals and treating you like the absolute goddess you are,” he says, inching closer towards your face. He gives you a light kiss before continuing normally, “Then no, I have nothing planned.”

“So all that buildup these past few weeks, nothing.”

“Absolutely nothing,” Jenson smirks.

“You seem oddly proud of yourself for that,” you tease. While you were confused with the whole situation, you had no problem with it. A weekend with Jenson alone was everything you could’ve ever asked for, especially after a stressful season.

“I am proud of myself. Wanna know why?”

“You’re asking an awful lot of rhetorical questions today. But sure, why are you so proud of yourself, sweetheart?”

“Because,” he beams, “I have noticed that throughout this entire year, we’ve spent only two full days together, just the two of us. One of those days we spent shopping for our son’s new bed, and another one of those days was spent doing our taxes. Do you see where I’m going with this?”

“We haven’t properly shagged this whole year?”

“Close, but we will circle back to that later tonight,” Jenson winks. “No, what I was trying to say is that we haven’t spent time with each other. At first I had planned a trip to Italy for this anniversary of ours, then I thought, well you’d already been there for the Monza Grand Prix. Plus, it felt like just another chore we would be doing. That’s when I had an epiphany.”

He pauses for a second, seemingly waiting for a reaction from you. Rolling your eyes, you question, “Fine, I’ll bite. What epiphany did you have o great philosopher?”

“Well I’m glad you asked. I realized that with such a travel packed schedule all year round, going on a vacation for our anniversary would be boring to you. Not only that but the travel itself would be tiring, and we would be focused on the itinerary more than our anniversary itself. Therefore, I have brilliantly concluded that the best thing I could set up this year was not only something we haven’t done in a while, but something relaxing while at the same time thoughtful. That’s why— drumroll please— my surprise is a weekend at home.”

Jenson takes a small bow after his whole speech, grinning at the way you slowly clapped for him with faux annoyance. You had to give it to him, he was spot on. You weren’t really up for any big trips on your week off, especially when that was practically what you’ve been doing the whole season.

“First of all Jense, I do actually love your plan, and I love you,” you say, giving into his antics. He smirks in reply, shrugging nonchalantly. “I’m just thoughtful like that.”

“Okay, don’t push it,” you retort, but with no malice. “But my question is, why did you keep it a secret? You know you could’ve told me if we were just staying home.”

“Yes, I could’ve told you, but because I didn’t tell you, you mentally prepared for more traveling, and now that I’ve told you that we’re staying home, it feels more refreshing, no?”

Damn him and his smart mind. You forget he was smarter than he usually lets on. The media had labeled him as a himbo of sorts back then, but they couldn’t have been more wrong. Well, except for that one time he nearly left the stove on before a race weekend. He still gets reminded of that everytime you leave the house.

“Wow, that’s actually impressive,” you concede, leaning back on your chair. Jenson pours you your favorite drink across the bar, despite you declining earlier. He knows that in the five minutes that have passed you’d now want a drink. He knew you too well. “You really thought this through, huh?”

“Of course I have. I use ninety-nine percent of my brain power on you.”

“Can’t tell if that’s a compliment or a complaint.”

“Assuming that I use only ten percent on anything else, then it’s a compliment.”

You snicker at his joke, taking a sip of your drink. From your peripheral vision you can see Jenson watching you intently while leaning on the wall, as if it was the first time he had ever seen your face. Even as you put your glass down, his eyes still follow the lines of your lips and the curves of your cheeks, with a soft smile plastered on his own face. He seemed so…content.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you say while looking at anything but him, a light blush on your cheeks you try to hide to no avail. So many years together and yet he could still make you feel like a schoolgirl with a crush. It was so silly.

“Like what?” he asks, despite knowing what you meant. If only you knew that you made Jenson feel the same way he made you feel, if not even more.

“Like that.”

“I don’t know what you mean, I’m looking at you like I usually do.”

“Yeah, sure. If you usually looked at me with puppy eyes and like you’ve discovered the secret to life in my eyes,” you retort, playing with your drink, still refusing to look him in the eye. Jenson chuckles, before pushing himself off the wall and leaning on the bar, using two fingers to move your chin and face you towards him. Your faces were inches apart, his soft yet smug smile still evident as he looked at your slightly parted lips then at you. “Darling, you are the secret to life.”

Jenson’s words linger for a second, before you snigger and push him off of you. He laughs too, knowing how corny what he just said was. While you were touched with what he said, you just couldn’t help but laugh at the seriousness of it all. You were well past love declarations in your relationships. Now those declarations were in the smaller things, like how he texted you whenever he saw something that reminded him of you and how you buy him books from every country you visit– also the reason you had to expand your library recently.

“God you are– ha!– you are so corny. That was worse than some of your dad jokes,” you cringe.

“I thought you love my dad jokes!”

“I love them because of how corny they are. This…this took the cake though.”

“Jeez, can’t even profess my love for you anymore without being made fun of. What has the world come to,” Jenson says sarcastically.

It reminds you of when he first confessed to you back in 2016.

“I can’t— I just can’t carry on without you knowing. Y/N, I am so hopelessly in love with you. And I know this is so out of the blue but if I spend one more minute with this secret I might explode. So please— please, Give me a chance to prove myself to you.”

A moment of silence passed. The usually busy streets of Monaco felt quiet outside the bar that night. It was just the two of you.

This is a prank. This must be a prank. Snapping to your senses, you replied, “Very funny. Who put you up to this, was it Fernando? I’ll kill him. Or was it Seb? He’ll get it worse if it was him.”

Jenson rubbed his face before moving a step closer to you. “Don’t you get it? I’m in love with you. I have been, for so long. No one put me up to this but myself.”

“You’re drunk, that’s what you are. Let’s get back to the hotel,” you reasoned, to yourself more than to him. You tried to walk away but he didn’t let you, taking your hand and making you face him.

“Y/N please just listen to me I— I can’t breathe without you, I can’t sleep without you, I can’t live without you. It’s you, it always has been. I understand if you don’t like me back, in fact I’ll take it with pride but please— please don’t abandon me. Please don’t leave me with no answer.”

“Don’t do this,” you begged him. “Don’t lead me on.”

“I’m not leading you on, Y/N. I swear to you, I am not. This is real. Am I so bad?” he asked, practically near to tears. He had kept this secret for so long that spilling it all out felt so overwhelming.

“You’re not bad Jenson, god that’s not it,” you laughed ironically, as you felt your eyes water. “It’s because— oh fuck it. I love you too. I love you too, okay? I have since 2014. And I— I didn’t wanna answer you because if I wake up tomorrow and find out this was all because you’re drunk then I will be so heartbroken I don’t think I could live with it. And now that this is all out there I— I don’t know what to do.”

Your words hung there for a minute, both of you emotionally vulnerable in a random street in Monaco at three in the morning. Then, Jenson, with teary eyes, slowly smiled. “You mean that?”

“More than anything. So please, tell me you’re not just saying this all because you’re drunk.”

“No, no of course not,” Jenson quickly replied. He moved closer to you, wrapping his arms around you and for a second you thought he was going to kiss you, but thankfully even in his inebriated state he knew to take things slowly. Instead he hugged you tightly, holding you as if you would disappear. You hugged him back, resting your teary eyed face on the crook of his neck.

You both stood there in silence for a moment, not caring if anyone saw you, which was unlikely because of how empty the streets were. When Jenson pulled away you missed his touch, but he immediately held your hand and asked with a grin, “Well, now that that’s over with, we can go back to the hotel. Wanna take care of a drunk guy?”

You laughed, wiping away your tears. “Do I have a choice?”

“No, sorry. You’re contractually obligated to take care of me for the rest of the night and tomorrow.”

You both start walking to the hotel, the streets now seeming more lively than they were a second ago. It was almost as if the background noise had come back.

“Jense,” you started, leaning your head on his shoulder as you walked. Jenson practically melted on the spot at that. “Even if you regret your decision to tell me all of that today, please promise me you won’t break our friendship.”

Jenson turned his head to you at that. Couldn’t you see just how much love he held for you?

“Even if I regret my decision— which I won’t, by the way, because I’ve been dying to say this for four years— nothing will change between us. We’ll still be friends, trust me on that at least. I’ll always be here for you. Now c’mon, it’s starting to rain.”

He pulled you by the hand, both of you running to the hotel as the rain got louder. He slept in your room that night, you didn’t do anything, he just wanted your company. The next morning he regretted nothing.

“Penny— no, sorry— dollar for your thoughts?”

Jenson snaps you out of your trip down memory lane, taking you by the hand and standing you up from the bar stool. He wraps his arms around your waist and you sling your own around his neck, sighing contently.

If there was one thing you could never be sick of, it was the way Jenson looked at you. Always, without fail, when you catch him staring at you, there’s so much love and adoration in his eyes that you feel overwhelmed with a sense of lovesickness.

You never wanted this moment to end. You wanted more of these, more peaceful and loving moments with him and also your daughter. It makes you remember the piece of news you wanted to tell him earlier.

As you both stand there in the middle of your quiet house, just enjoying the company of each other, you lean your head on his shoulder. It was now or never.

“Jenson, I’m retiring.”

He pauses his soft swaying for a moment, and you pull away to look at his reaction. He looked shocked yet at the same time calm, as if he had been expecting you to say that.

“Is that what you really want? I mean, I’m not opposed to it, but baby you still have so much left in you for racing. Shit I mean, you could even win another world championship.”

“Sure I could. Let me just catch up on Max who has a 200 point difference with me, easy peasy,” you scoff with a grin, slapping him on his shoulder. “Yes, this is what I really want, Jense. I’ve thought about it a lot and I think it’s time. I’m satisfied with how my career has gone, and I think it’s time I pulled my weight around the house and our daughter.”

Jenson raises his eyebrow at you, “You do pull your weight. Do you think that you don’t?”

“Well I’m definitely doing less than you,” you sigh.

Jenson could tell the topic was upsetting you, and he reached for your hand to squeeze it. “Darling, you do enough around the house and for our kid. Sure, I’m with her more, but that’s just because I have a freer schedule. There’s no malice in you being away for work. Plus, you make insanely more money than me, which is also part of pulling your weight. If you’re thinking of retiring just because of this, then maybe you shouldn’t yet.”

You frown, feeling the sting of tears in your eyes. You wouldn’t cry, you promised yourself you wouldn’t. “It’s just— I feel like I’m missing out on my life, you know? On our life. I’ve been driving karts since I was four and now I’m fully grown and I’m still driving. But this— this is new. Our family. And I want to be here for it. For you.”

“Oh sweetheart,” Jenson mutters, before taking you for a hug. He holds you tightly, just like he did all those years ago, your head in the crook of his neck with tears pricking your eyes.

He holds you there for a moment, and you feel safe in his arms like you always do. Even when everything changes he’s there, and just like he promised many moons ago, he wasn’t going anywhere.

“Look who’s being corny now,” Jenson mumbles into your hair after a pause of silence. It makes you giggle, and you pull away from him.

“And look who ruined the moment,” you retort. You try to walk back to the bar and get your drink but Jenson keeps his grip on your waist, pulling you back towards him. You shoot him a look but he simply grins, pulling your waist even closer to him.

“I love you, just in case you ever forget. Happy Anniversary.” He mumbles, kissing you on your nose, making you scrunch your face. Jenson thinks it’s the cutest thing in the world.

Taking his face in your hand, you smile at him, looking satisfied. This was it. This was everything you ever wanted and everything you could ever want. “I love you too, my everything. Happy Anniversary.”

“God, corny,” Jenson mutters, before kissing you fervently and with all the love he could muster. You feel him smile into the kiss, and you do too.

Pulling away, you sigh with a smile, content. Jenson smirks at you before commenting, “You better save some of that for tonight, darling.”

You match him with a grin of your own, “Only if you can keep up.”

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one tries to fly away: a cringefail farmer x harvey fic

first time posting fic on tumblr, so not sure what i'm supposed to be doing :D anyway i was possessed this afternoon and wrote this fic featuring @clarisinne's cringefail farmer and harvey. i liberally mixed metaphors in this fic, which i am not sorry for in the slightest.

crossposted on ao3--please enjoy!

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Harvey divided his life in two, in much the same way a historian splits history. For the historian, the ages are separated by the death of a Galilean man. For Harvey, there was before and after her.

For both Harvey and historian, time was reckoned by the coming of a savior.

He didn’t recognize her as such right away, partly because he wasn’t entirely aware of his own misery. He knew he was sad, sure, and he distantly felt the years piling up on his shoulders. But these feelings were familiar, and he had long since stopped noticing them. He didn’t remember a time when loneliness hadn’t been his faithful companion.

(A bird born in a cage does not miss the sky.)

Harvey, for his part, had made quite the comfortable life for himself in his cage. He’d decorated it with the few joys and achievements he had. The iron wires that wrapped around his life were predictable and study. Most days, he forgot to miss his long-dead dream of flight.

She had entered his life like a fireball, a meteor burning bright against his sky. Out of control, she hurtled from the heavens, crashing against his comfortable imprisonment and crushing some of the cage bars quite badly. She disturbed him.

He wasn’t sure how he felt about being disturbed.

He had seen her, fluttering around the town, bumping into everything and always popping back up with a flushed smile. She drew his eye—a spot of color against the dark and drab world. When she burst into the clinic, braids flying and eyes bright, he had no choice but to let her in.

(Looking back, that had been the moment when his life shifted from one age to the next.)

And she was clumsy, and loud, and she seemed to slam doors more often than not, and she rattled Harvey’s world in a way that no one had before. She dragged herself into the clinic at all hours, nursing all manner of cuts and bruises and broken bones. She brought him jars of pickles and lukewarm coffee carried from the farm, and sometimes the crushed remains of a plant she’d foraged on the walk into town and shoved in her pocket. And she was kind, and earnest, and lord she was cute sometimes, and—

And oh.

That feeling was new.

(A breeze blew through the bars of the cage.)

But he didn’t get ahead of himself. He was nothing like her—he would never be. She was, quintessentially, free, and he would always be held down by something: his job, his eyesight, his own fear. What use did a skylark like her have for someone as leaden as him? 

She did not seem to care about the weight on his shoulders—or perhaps she was just not aware of it. Maybe she hadn’t yet realized that this heaviness he carried was as much a part of him as his hands or his heart, and that he would never be able to join her in her carefree life.

Well. He would enjoy this for as long as he could, anyway. It was nice to have some fresh air, after all this time. For now, he would just be as good of a friend as he could manage—try to smile at her, try to keep her from dying in the mines, try to listen when she spoke. (These weren’t hard tasks at all—with the possible exception of keeping her from dying. That proved surprisingly difficult.)

And everything was nice, once again: a status quo, maintained. Harvey knew where he stood with her. He had been lonely for so long that this new type of heartache could blend in easily enough. He was fine. He just wanted to help her, wanted to double-check that she hadn’t hit her head in the mines, wanted to make sure she didn’t have any brain injuries—

She told him that she liked him. She ran away.

(The door to the cage cracked open, just a bit.)

And they didn’t fall in love right away, which didn’t surprise him—but she didn’t realize her mistake either, which did. She was just as awkward in courtship as she had been in every other aspect of her life, and she still carried with her that wild energy that always made his heart beat a little faster. What was a man supposed to expect from someone like her? How could he predict the way the wind would turn next?

They went on a date, and she fumbled over her words. She looked at him, sometimes, like he was worthwhile, and that made him feel all sorts of funny—like he was tumbling from a great height and wasn’t quite sure when he would land. 

He quite deliberately didn’t let his mind wander to their future—the worst thing he could get right now was false hope. For all he knew, she would soon come to him, tell him that she was sorry, but he was just too boring and sad and cloistered, and she had a whole life ahead of her. She would fly away, and he would stay here.

Then she tackled him, and she crushed a bouquet into his arms. She choked out a half of a garbled question and then promptly hurled into the grass beside him.

Well. If Harvey hadn’t been in love before, he certainly was now.

And that was the feeling, wasn’t it? That creeping sensation of warmth that had plagued him for months now. It was love, plain and simple. He was so unused to it that it had been hard to identify. And yet, there it was, stubbornly spreading its wings.

(For the first time in a long time, he let himself look beyond the bars that surrounded him.)

She hovered there, nervously within reach and clearly fighting the urge to run away. And yet he dared to hope that she might truly feel the same—that she might love him, in her way. That perhaps, she was just as scared as he was.  She didn’t know it, of course, but she had been the first one to truly reach out to him in so long—that freckled, calloused hand held out like a lifeline, to pull him up out of the fog that hung near the ground. 

He was frightened, sometimes, by the sheer intensity of his feelings. It was a lot for a man to handle, especially one like him, unaccustomed to how happiness felt. The brightness blinded him sometimes. 

He wouldn’t trade it for the world.

By this point, he had recognized her for what she was, and understood that nothing was going to be the same from this point out. Even if she did decide that it was all over, he would be better for having known her. He wouldn’t be able to go back to the cold metal of his containment, not knowing that there was a whole world just beyond. 

And then, in the absurd twist that he should have come to expect from his life, she took it into her head that he was leaving her (as if he wasn’t head over heels for her, as if he hadn’t been for months.) She poured out a litany of fears and insecurities, a deluge of pent-up pain that didn’t give him a chance to speak against the onslaught. She stood toe to toe with him, and she challenged him to tell her exactly how he felt.

He answered with his lips against hers.

(The cage shattered around him when she kissed him back.)

Harvey soared.

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