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⋆ Softpascalitos Masterlist ⋆

This is a regularly updated masterlist of all my works, posted on tumblr + ao3! They're sorted by character with warnings/tags, please still read the full descriptions before reading! My entire blog is 18+ / MDNI.

⭐ - my personal favorites ⛓️ - smut 🍂 - hurt/comfort 💌 - fluff

i write for: javier peña, pedro pascal, agent ortega, joel miller, oberyn martell, dieter bravo, silva, frankie morales, din djarin, agent whiskey, javi g, tim rockford

last update: 6th march 2024 If you have requests/questions/feedback or just want to say hi, feel free to pop into my asks! ✮

I do not give permission to have my work copied, translated, rewritten, put into any AI programs, or reposted without my direct agreement.

Specials Kinktober 2023 31 pieces of (mostly smut) - read on AO3 / Tumblr Advent Calendar 2023 25 Pieces including moodboards, hcs and fics - read on AO3 / Tumblr

✮⋆˙ Javier Peña ˙⋆✮

We got your back - Tumblr / AO3 ⭐🍂

Summary: You work as a new DEA agent alongside Peña and Murphy. A not-so-kind colleague reveals more about you than you would like. Peña takes you under his wing. Tags/Warnings: Main fic, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn WC: 6700+

Pregnancy Sex with Javier Peña - Tumblr / AO3 ⭐⛓️

Summary: You're pregnant, Javier is overprotective. The problem: You're also really fucking horny. Tags/Warnings: Smut, Explicit, Aftercare, Pregnancy, Established Relationship, PWP WC: 2600

Beyond Saving - Tumblr / AO3 ⭐🍂

Summary: Javier is on office duty when he learns that someone close to you has passed, causing both of you to spiral. Tags/Warnings: ❗ Dead Dove: Do not Eat ❗, Mention of Suicide, Grief, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Minor Character Death, Trauma, Crying, Mental Breakdowns WC: 1300

Kinktober Day Three - Hate Sex - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️

Summary: When a raid goes wrong, Javier Peña gets pissed. You expect him to take it out on you. You dont expect him to fuck you so good. Aka a steamy office romance with a side of hate sex. Tags/Warnings: Smut, Explicit, Hate Sex, Unsafe Sex, Rough Sex, Spanking WC: 2300

Kinktober Day Eleven - Humiliation - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️

Summary: Javier takes you home after a night out. You worry about waking Steve who lives upstairs- until Javier notices the way you are staring at his gun. (Thats not code for his dick, Im talking about his actual gun). Aka Agent Peña fucks you on his couch using something other than his dick. Tags/Warnings: Smut, Explicit, Gun Kink, Rough Sex, Praise Kink, Spanking, Dirty Talk WC: 2200

Kinktober Day Twentysix - Tying a tie - Tumblr / AO3 🍂

Summary: Javier resigns from the DEA. You both reflect on your life in Colombia while you help him get ready. You also discuss what is about to follow. Tags/Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Trauma, Anxiety, Established Relationship, Crying, Sad Javier Peña WC: 1600

Peluda - Tumblr / AO3 ⭐💌

Summary: A snowstorm hits Bogotá and you bring back a surprise visitor. Javi is not amused. But, it leads to a realization about himself- and about you. Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Nicknames, Soft Javi, Snow, Established Relationship WC: 1700

✮⋆˙ Pedro Pascal ˙⋆✮

Here with me - Tumblr / AO3 🍂💌

Summary: During his time in Morrocco, Pedro finds himself in need of reassurance. You are happy to help. Tags/Warnings: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Insecurities, Age Difference WC: 1200

I'll look after you - Tumblr / AO3 ⭐🍂💌

Summary: Pedro is sick (but of course he doesn't admit it). You look after him. Hurt/Comfort (but the twist is that you're the one doing the comforting). Tags/Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic, Emotional, Established Relationship WC: 2000

✮⋆˙ Agent Ortega ˙⋆✮

Agents don't have favorites - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️🍂

Summary: Agent Ortega visits the Emerald Palace, but finds the woman tending to the horses more interesting than those tending to the men. After he leaves for a while, he comes back to an unwanted surprise. Aka its emotional but also they fuck. Tags/Warnings: Explicit, Referenced Non-Con Elements, Hurt/Comfort, Smut WC: 2600

Kinktober Day Ten - Shoe Shining + NTR (Cheating) - Tumblr / AO3 ⭐⛓️🍂

Summary: Ortega returns to Brimstone. When he gets a shoe shine from a past flame, who is now married, things get complicated. Tags/Warnings: Explicit, Hurt/Comfort, Smut, Cheating, Rough Sex, Spanking, Aftercare, Creampie, Dirty Talk WC: 2200

✮⋆˙ Joel Miller ˙⋆✮

Kinktober Day One - Pegging - Tumblr / AO3 ⭐⛓️

Summary: You and Joel run into a sex store on patrol. They have everything one needs to give their older, grumpy partner a good pregging. Aka Joel Miller gets his ass fucked for the first time in his life. Tags/Warnings: Explicit, Smut, Pegging, First Time, Aftercare WC: 3000

Kinktober Day Four - Nonsexual Ageplay - Tumblr / AO3 🍂💌

Summary: When Joel brings back a book on trauma from patrol, something catches your eye. Having had too much of your childhood taken away by the outbreak, you find a way to get some of it back. Aka a soft Joel Miller making his partner feel safe enough to try nonsexual ageplay. Tags/Warnings: SFW, Past Trauma, Age Difference, Nonsexual Ageplay WC: 2000

Kinktober Day Seven - Wax Play - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️🍂

Summary: Joel and you are paired up for patrol. There are a lot of things unsaid, a snowstorm rolling in and some candles. Go figure (or go read i guess). Tags/Warnings: Smut, Explicit, Hurt/Comfort, Snowed in WC: 1900

Kinktober Day Twelve - Somnophilia - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️

Summary: In 2003, Joel Miller is busy with dishes, paperwork and raising a child, leaving little time for his relationship. When he gets restless and sneaks over to her house, finding his girl asleep, he remembers a conversation they had about consent. Tags/Warnings: Smut, Explicit, Explicit Consent, Age Difference, Established Relationship, Secret Relationship, Aftercare, Crempie, Pre-Outbreak WC: 2000

Kinktober Day Thirteen - Playing with hair - Tumblr / AO3 ⭐🍂 💌

Summary: Joel works in construction in Jackson. During his lunch breaks, he always comes home to you. When you notice a talent of his you hadn't known about, he opens up about the past. Tags/Warnings: Jackson Era, Established Relationship, Bathing/Washing, Domestic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Joel play guitar, Good Parent Joel WC: 1000

Kinktober Day Fifteen - Massaging - Tumblr / AO3 🍂

Summary: When Joel comes home after a long day of work, you crave nothing more than him. Until you're both reminded of his age. Tags/Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Age difference, Massage, Kissing, Healthy relationships WC: 2200

Kinktober Day Sixteen - Familiar Scents - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️

Summary: Over the span of many years, Joel Millers scent always stays the same. It starts when he takes you for a hike before the Outbreak- and continues for long after. Tags/Warnings: Friends to lovers, Age difference, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Fingering, P in V Sex WC: 2400+

Kinktober Day Nineteen - Tooth Brushing - Tumblr / AO3 ⭐🍂

Summary: Grief is cruel and just because you and Joel live in the safe haven that is the Jackson community it does not mean you're immune to it. Possibly the saddest (but also kinda best) thing I have written so far. Tags/Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Character Death, Established Relationship, Grief/Mourning, Protective Joel, Survivors Guilt WC: 2400

Kinktober Day Twentyfour - Crossdressing - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️💌

Summary: Joel Miller has been wanting to try a different piece of clothing for a long time. It's not until you that he feels supported enough to do so. Turns out, you both really fucking like it. Tags/Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Insecurity, Soft Joel, Slight Mommy Kink, Jackson Era, Sub Joel Miller WC: 2000

Kinktober Day Twentyseven - (Public) Help with button - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️

Summary: What happens in a dimly lit corner on the lap of Joel Miller at the town dance, stays at the town dance. Almost. Tags/Warnings: Smut, Explicit, Dirty Talk, Vaginal Fingering, Public Sex, Teasing, Established Relationship, Age difference, Jackson Era WC: 2400

Kinktober Day Twentyeight - Daddy - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️🍂

Summary: Joel has been noticing a few things about your relationship that make him wonder about your feelings regarding your father. As you open up about your issues, he's sweet, supportive and makes you feel better in the way only he can. Tags/Warnings: 2003!Joel Miller, Pre-Outbreak, Smut, Explicit, Hurt/Comfort, Daddy Kink, Daddy Issues, Crying, Fingering, Cock Warming, P in V Sex, Secret Relationship WC: 2600

Kinktober Day Thirty - Free Use - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️

Summary: Joel comes home urgently needing some relief. Its a good thing youre there- and the first time Joel makes use of an ... interesting agreement. Tags/Warnings: Smut, Explicit, Free Use, Rough Sex, Light Dom/Sub, Dirty Talk, Andry Sex, Shower Sex, Baking, Female Reader, Established relationship WC: 1900

Snowy Surprise - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️💌

Summary: Joel takes advantage of your lunch break on patrol for ... other activities. Afterwards, a promise he made about christmas decorations comes back to haunt him. Tags/Warnings: Smut, Explicit, Fluff, Soft Joel, Established Relationship, Fingering, Dirty Talk, Semi-Public Sex WC: 2200

Here cums Santa Claus - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️💌

Summary: Jackson needs a Santa Claus - and Joel is the perfect fit. Getting to have you on his lap is just a bonus. Aka the one where Joel is dressed up as Santa Claus and you get to ride him. Tags/Warnings: Smut, Explicit, Fluff, Soft Joel, Established Relationship, Fingering, Dirty Talk, P in V Sex, Costume Kink, Riding, Creampie WC: 1800

✮⋆˙ Oberyn Martell ˙⋆✮

Kinktober Day Five - Collaring - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️🍂

Summary: Oberyn gets you a special present, one that both of you will enjoy. But things dont always go as planned. Tags/Warnings: Explicit, Smut, Established Relationship, Safeword Use, Hurt/Comfort WC: 2050

Kinktober Day Eight - Breeding - Tumblr / AO3 ⭐⛓️🍂

Summary: Oberyn and her have been trying for a baby to no avail. Ever the loving viper, he comes up with an idea. Tags/Warnings: Explicit, Smut, Established Relationship, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Breeding, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink WC: 2050

Kinktober Day Seventeen - Threesome - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️

Summary: You are in charge of serving wine to the dornish folk at the kings wedding. A couple catches your eye and it may not be as one-sided as you thought at first. Aka the steaming hot threesome with Oberyn and Ellaria we all need. Tags/Warnings: Smut, Explicit, Creampie, Threesome (FFM), Servant Reader, Aftercare, Porn with Plot WC: 4400

Kinktober Day Twentytwo - Washing hair - Tumblr / AO3 🍂

Summary: A few weeks after you and Oberyn begin to try conceiving and days before he leaves for Kings Landing, he finds you cooling down in the baths during a hot day. Tags/Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Mild Smut, Bathing/Washing, Pregnancy, Established Relationship WC: 1700

Kinktober Day Thirtyone - Pregnancy - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️🍂

Summary: Oberyn has been more cautious around her now that the due date is near. He has to realize it's not what she wants. And who can deny the wishes of a pregnant woman? Tags/Warnings: Smut, Pregnancy Sex, P in V Sex, Oral Sex, Romance, Fluff, Domestic, Established Relationship, Female Reader WC: 1400

✮⋆˙ Dieter Bravo ˙⋆✮

Kinktober Day Two - Titfucking - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️🍂

Summary: Dieter is alone in quarantine and begs you to come join him. Even with a few obstacles, you treat him the way he deserves. Tags/Warnings: Explicit, Smut, Titfucking, Emotional Hurt/Comfort WC: 1700

Kinktober Day Twenty - Watersports - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️

Summary: Dieter is on edge because of an upcoming premiere and as his personal assistant, you try to keep him calm as well as sober. There is one thing that may help. Tags/Warnings: Smut, Explicit, Established Relationship, Semi-Public, Assistant Reader, Alcohol, Watersports, Dom/Sub Undertones WC: 1700

✮⋆˙ Silva ˙⋆✮

Kinktober Day Fourteen - Armpit + Orgasm Denial - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️

Summary: When Silva comes home after a long day on the ranch, he smells amazing. He also distracts you from cooking in a quite special way. Tags/Warnings: Explicit, Smut, Sweat, Praise Kink, Established Relationship, Oral Sex, P in V Sex WC: 1600

Kinktober Day Twentyfive - Dancing together - Tumblr / AO3 ⭐🍂

Summary: When a particularly hard rain hits your little ranch, so does the sadness. Luckily Silva is there to make it better.(This fills a few gaps in Silvas life in a way that ties in with the movie.) Tags/Warnings: Established Relationship, Domestic, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Parent Silva, Romance, Kissing in the rain, Slow dancing WC: 1400

✮⋆˙ Frankie Morales ˙⋆✮

Kinktober Day Six - Frottage - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️

Summary: After a flying lesson, you find yourself drawn to the man in the pilot seat. Luckily for you, Frankie knows exactly what you need. Tags/Warnings: Smut, Explicit, Dirty Talk, Established Relationship WC: 1400

✮⋆˙ Din Djarin ˙⋆✮

Kinktober Day Nine - Gloryhole - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️

Summary: Din just wants some quick pleasure. You just want to enjoy your job for once. Both of you get more than you bargained for. Tags/Warnings: Smut, Explicit, Prostitution, Oral Sex, Strangers, Semi-Public WC: 1600

✮⋆˙ Jack Daniels ˙⋆✮

Kinktober Day Eighteen - Spanking + Whipping - Tumblr / AO3 ⭐⛓️

Summary: When you mess up during a mission, Jack doesn't want to have to report his own girlfriend. Since he is your higher-up, you work out an agreement- a punishment by Whiskey himself. Tags/Warnings: Smut, Explicit, Spanking, Whipping, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Crying, Established Relationship, Rough Sex, Dom/Sub Undertones WC: 2200

Kinktober Day Twentythree - Deepthroating + Facesitting - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️

Summary: You've never deepthroated anyone in your life- but you're eager to make your man feel as good as possible. You receive a proper thank you as well. Tags/Warnings: Smut, Explicit, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Deepthroating, Facesitting, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Aftercare, Established Relationship WC: 1900

✮⋆˙ Javi Gutierrez ˙⋆✮

Kinktober Day Twentyone - Lingerie - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️💌

Summary: Javi usually gets the movie memorabilia he loves so much for his birthday. This year, he gets something infinitely better. Tags/Warnings: Smut, Explicit, Established Relationship, Birthday Sex, Lingerie, Kissing, Fluff, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Vaginal Fingering, P in V Sex WC: 2100

✮⋆˙ Tim Rockford ˙⋆✮

Kinktober Day Twentynine - Breathplay - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️

Summary: After a successful case, everyone goes out to celebrate. Everyone except your boss, Tim Rockford. But, with an empty office to make use of, you both find your own way to celebrate. Tags/Warnings: Smut, Explicit, Established Relationship, Choking, Coworker Reader, Female Reader, Office Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Secret Relationship WC: 2100

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oh-my-damn · 2 years

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A/N: Chapter seven of Diplomatic Negotiations

Series Summary: Newly dumped and freshly fucked by a handsome stranger you met at a bar, you start your final year at college in high spirits. Only to realize that your new teacher in your Diplomatic Negotiations class, is none other than the guy you had an amazing one night stand with.

Chapter Warnings: SMUT - p in v, dirty talk, filthy teacher ari, daddy kink, choking, teasing, feral ari, lots of teasing.

Word Count: 6700

The beautiful divider is by @firefly-graphics

"Okay, well, this is it," Ari says as he places his keys on the little table in the hallway, watching you walk into his apartment, "I mean, you've been here before, so it's not really a big surprise."

You look around his apartment, how its decorated, and it's different than you remember.

"I know," you reply with a small smile, stopping in front of the book shelves in his living room, "But I don't really remember much from the last time I was here."

Ari clears his throat, and it makes you glance in his direction when he follows you into the living room, standing just a bit away as you look over the many books placed on the shelves.

"I get that," he smiles softly, "We were quite.. Uh, inebriated, last time."

You chuckle, your fingers brushing over the spines of his books, "Yeah that, and we were also kinda.. Preoccupied. I didn't exactly get the opportunity to check this place out."

"You did," he retorts, "You just chose to leave before I woke up."

You look over your shoulder, your eyes meeting his, "Fine, maybe it was my fault. But how was I supposed to know you wanted me to stay?"

Ari snorts, plopping down on his couch, "By the way I acted?"

"No no no," you chime, turning around to look at him with a raised brow, "You were drunk. We were drunk. How was I supposed to know you wanted me to stick around? A one night stand is a one night stand. It's only supposed to last for one night."

Ari scoffs, smirking at you as you walk closer to him on the couch, "That's something you decided. I never gave the impression that I wanted you to leave."

Your eyes narrow teasingly, holding his for a moment before you relent, "Okay fine. Maybe you have a point. Maybe."

Ari chuckles, beckoning you closer, "C'mere. Let me touch you. It's been too long."

You chuckle, "It's been like, a day."

"Too long," he murmurs when you get closer, large hands immediately gripping your waist to pull you into his lap.

Your hands settle on his shoulders as you get comfortable, straddling him on the couch. Your eyes meet his as your lips lift in a teasing smirk, "Now what, Mr. Levinson?"

Ari mirrors your smirk, his fingers digging into your hips when he whispers, "Don't call me that. It'll just get you in trouble."

"Oh really?" You chuckle, leaning in closer to look at him, "Trouble, huh? What kind of trouble?"

He lets out a content sigh, his hands traveling from your hips to your ass, "You sure you want to know? Thought we'd have to take things slow, considering everything."

You chuckle again when his fingers dig into your ass, and all he does is look up at you with a teasing smile.

"Fine," you mumble, your hands moving up to cup his bearded jaw, "Maybe it's time we got.. Deep, regarding this whole thing."

"Oh," Ari chuckles confidently, "I'm pretty sure I go plenty de-"

"Nope," you interrupt, shaking your head, "Not what I'm talking about here, Levinson. I mean personal. Stop getting ahead of yourself."

Ari lets out another chuckle before he cuts it short, nodding shortly, "Okay, personal. I can do that."

"Good," You hum, your fingers moving up to run through the soft strands of his hair, "Let's get personal, then."

"How do we do that?" Ari asks, his head tilted back to allow him to hold your eyes in a searing embrace, "What do you want to know?"

"Everything," You reply quietly, smiling softly.

Ari smirks, "Everything is a lot, sweetheart. Narrow it down for me."

"Okay," you reply, your smile widening, "You have a point. How about.. How about you tell me about your marriage, then? That's very personal and you only told me a little bit about it."

Ari lets out a sigh as soon as you say the words, his eyes looking away from yours, "Okay. What do you want to know?"

You cup the side of his face, guiding him back until his eyes meet yours once again, "Everything might be a heavy order. But I'd like to know what happened. Maybe just why you're no longer married. Not that I'm complaining," you smile softly, "But it would give me more of an idea of who you are."

"Okay," Ari breathes, his hands settling on your ass to hold you close, "Well, uhm.. We were young.. When we got married. Too young. We both knew I wanted to join the military, and I did, and then.. Well, you know how it goes.."

When Ari's eyes dart away from yours again, you realize that this subject is more vulnerable to him than you figured.

You pull him back again to look at you, your words a quiet whisper, "I have my suspicions, but I'd rather you just tell me, Ari."

Ari watches you for a moment, his cerulean blues bouncing between your eyes until he whispers, "She cheated on me."

You feel like you've been punched in the gut. You had your suspicions, a feeling that they didn't end on good terms, but you'd hoped it wasn't anything like that.

No one deserves that.

You swallow away your emotions before you quietly whisper, "While you were deployed?"

Ari nods, his eyes never wavering from yours, but his features change. They look sad, defeated in a sense, and it makes your heart ache for him.

Your thumbs rub his cheeks as you whisper, "Ari, I'm so sorry."

"It's okay," he mumbles, his fingers giving your ass a short squeeze, "It was a long time ago."

"Yeah, but still," you reply quietly, your eyes moving over his face, "You deserve so much better."

Ari lets out a short chuckle, "No, I didn't. Not back then. With my track record, what I put you through just this week, I'm not even sure I do now, either."

Your fingers still on his cheeks, leaning in until your face is only inches from his, "You do. You deserve the entire fucking world, and nothing less."

He looks at you, his lips slowly raising in a smile before he whispers, "I appreciate that, sweetheart. But I don't need the world. I just need you. So where does that leave me?"

You smile softly, your hands sliding back to cup the back of his neck before you whisper, "Right where you're supposed to be."

Ari hums, a lazy smile on his face, "Okay, I'll take that. I agree. Now you tell me, sweetheart."

"Tell you about what?" You ask casually, your fingers sliding through his hair.

"Tell me about Frank."

You sigh, tilting your head as your eyes focus on your fingers running through his hair, "Not a lot to tell, really. I thought we were more than we were. It fucked with my head."

But Ari won't stand for that.

His hands slide up your sides until he can cup your face, making you look at him, "Tell me what happened."

You hesitate for a moment, but the sincerity on his face makes you whisper, "He was my first. First everything, really. Besides kiss. And he broke my heart. I thought we were together; he didn't feel the same way. Isn't that how it always goes?" You sigh, "The girl falls for a stupid boy, and she develops feelings he could never possibly understand."

Ari nods and hums, his thumbs stroking your cheeks, "So it was over after that?"

"Well," you chuckle, "For me, it was. I found out tonight that he apparently never realized what he did wrong. I guess he still believes I'll be around when he wants me to be."

Ari scoffs, "If that's what he thinks, he's got another thing coming."

You snort, "Is that so? What's that supposed to mean, Mr. Levinson?"

"Told you not to say that if you didn't wanna get in trouble," Ari retorts, his hips bucking up against yours every so slightly, "And it means that he's not getting his hands on you ever again. Not if I have anything to say about it."

"Oh yeah?" You chuckle, ignoring the feeling spiking through you, "And who made you the boss of me, hm?"

"I did," Ari whispers, leaning closer until his lips are brushing over yours when he whispers, "You're mine. No one else touches you. Understood?"

"Yeah," you breathe out, much quicker than you would have preferred, "Understood."

Ari hums in approval, pulling you closer to let his lips press to yours. Soft lips glide over your own, his hands sliding into your hair, controlling your movement.

You let out a soft moan, your fingers pulling on the hair at the base of his neck as your lips mold to his. His tongue teases the seam of your lips, making you part them in a gasp, your belly fluttering in excitement when your tongues find each other.

He massages your tongue with his, tilting your head to deepen the kiss as you melt into him, allowing yourself to drown in the feel of him, how his scent overwhelms you.

"Ari," you moan into the kiss, your fingers pulling on his hair more insistently, "Ari, I wanna feel you."

Ari hums, his teeth tugging on your bottom lip shortly before he pulls back, your wide eyes meeting his when he whispers, "Not tonight, baby."

"Why not?" You practically whine, your stomach dropping as disappointment rushes over you.

He chuckles softly at your reaction, one large hand cupping your cheek again, his thumb stroking your warm skin, "Because you've been drinking. It's better to wait."

Your bottom lip protrudes in a pout automatically, your eyes following your hands when they slide down his chest, mumbling, "But we've been drunk before-"

"Yeah, but I'm sober," Ari counters, cerulean eyes watching your face intently, "I'd feel like I'm taking advantage of you. Besides, I want to make sure you remember every second of it."

You smile shyly, your cheeks heating up even more at his words before you look up again to meet his eyes, "Okay, I get that, I guess.. But it's late.. Should I.. Should I go, then?"

"I'd like you to stay," Ari whispers, his thumb sliding over your bottom lip, "Have a sleep over. You owe me some cuddles. Are you doing anything tomorrow?"

You shake your head, kissing the pad of his thumb, "No, I'm free."

"Spend the day with me," he breathes out, "Stay over and spend tomorrow with me. Please?"

Your smile widens, a small nod of your head, "Okay, I'd love to."

You stir awake when the light filters in through the curtains in Ari's bedroom. At first you're a little disoriented, but you're quickly reminded of where you are when you feel his heavy arm draped over your waist.

You smile as you push your back into his chest, relishing in the warmth radiating off him, a content hum leaving your lips when your hand find his. You entwine your fingers, pulling his hand up to your chest to nuzzle into him more.

Ari lets out a hum as well, a warm rumble emitting from his chest as his lips find your shoulder. He places lazy kisses there, his arm holding you tighter before he whispers, "Good morning, beautiful."

"Good morning," you murmur with a smile, your fingers squeezing his, "How'd you sleep?"

"Mmh, amazing," Ari responds, his voice a deep timber, still heavy from sleep, "I like sleeping next to you. You fit well in my arms."

You let out a small giggle, "I'm glad you think so. I like being in your arms."

"Good," he whispers, "Then you can stay here." He trails lazy kisses up your neck, tucking his face into the crook of it before he says, "It's still early. We can sleep a little longer if you want."

Your eyes flutter closed, the safety of his arms lulling you back to sleep.

When you wake again, you're instantly disappointed at the realization that you're alone.

Your brows furrow when your eyes open, rolling onto your back to find the spot beside you missing your favorite cuddle buddy.

You glance around his bedroom, taking it in properly for the first time, eyes gazing over the pictures on the wall, the navy blue color so dominant in his private space.

You sit up in bed when you hear noises coming from the kitchen, gingerly crawling out of bed. You pick up a white button up shirt discarded on a chair in the corner, buttoning it up carelessly as you start tiptoeing your way out of his bedroom.

You follow the noise, a smile breaking out on your face when you realize it's the sound of humming, and then it widens even more when you walk into the kitchen and find Ari in just a pair of boxer briefs, standing in front of the stove.

You lean on the doorframe, crossing your arms over your chest as you watch him, certain that he hasn't realized you're there, yet.

Ari hums an unfamiliar tune as he moves the spatula around on the pan, the familiar smell of eggs and bacon filling your nostrils.

You accidentally let out a small giggle when he tries to toss the bacon and fails, letting out a curse, and that finally catches his attention.

He glances over his shoulder, his lips raising in a warm smile as his eyes move down your form before finding yours, "Hey baby. How long have you been standing there?"

"Just a minute or two," you respond with a smile, pushing off the doorway, "I woke up and followed the smell."

"I'm making breakfast," Ari says with a grin before his focus returns to the task at hand.

"I can tell," you chuckle, sauntering closer until you can reach out for him. Your hands gently land on his waist, your arms wrapping around him to push your chest into his back, and he leans into your embrace. Your palms land flat on his stomach, brushing over the dusting of hair coating it as he continues cooking. Your lips find his shoulder, placing first one kiss and then another before you whisper, "Didn't know you cooked."

Ari snorts in amusement, "Of course I cook. I'm a grownup."

"Right," You giggle, placing another kiss on his soft skin, "I forgot. You're old."

"Hey," he warns jokingly, "Don't get yourself in trouble if you're not ready to deal with the consequences."

You laugh, "Oh I think I can handle it."

Ari snickers, the spatula moving over the pan as he speaks, "I hope you're not vegan or vegetarian. I should have thought of that beforehand."

"It's alright," you whisper, "I'd never pass down a meal that you made me, regardless."

"Well, good," Ari smiles, turning off the stove before he turns around in your embrace. His head tilts down, eyes meeting yours as his arms wrap around you, "Hi. You look very pretty in the morning."

You chuckle, shaking your head at his words, "Thank you, but I don't think it compares to you."

He snorts, guiding you to turn around before he pushes you up against the counter. His hands grip your waist, hoisting you up to sit on the cool marble, "Stop that crazy talk. You're the most beautiful woman in the world."

Your brows raise in surprise at his words, watching as he brings out a fork and places food on it before he directs it to your lips, "Open up."

You chuckle, opening your mouth wide to allow him to feed you. Ari smirks at you as you chew, quickly putting more food on the fork to feed you another bite, "Good girl. Told you I'd get you to eat breakfast."

You swallow and giggle, your hands reaching out for him. You pull him closer, smiling softly, "You're supposed to eat too, you know."

"I will," he murmurs, leaning closer to brush his lips over yours teasingly, "Just had to make sure my girl didn't go hungry."

Butterflies tumble around your stomach, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine. Your arms wind around his neck, your thighs spreading to allow him to stand in between them, placing a quick kiss on his lips when he's close enough.

Ari kisses you back, his hands slowly sliding down your sides, "You look good in my shirt."

"Yeah?" You smirk, holding teasing eye contact, "I like it. Very comfy."

"Mmh, I bet," Ari hums, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip, "It's really hot, you wearing my clothes. I like it."

"How much?" You whisper, pulling him closer to you slowly.

"I'll show you," he breathes out before his lips crash down onto yours. You mewl into the kiss, your fingers sliding into his hair as his hands grip your waist tightly.

He pulls you closer until you're perched on the edge of the counter, his hard erection pressing against your core when your legs wrap around his waist.

His tongue dives into your mouth dominantly, swirling around it as he groans, your hands sliding down his bare back to pull him closer against you. You buck your hips against his, chasing that delicious friction, and when it rubs you just right, you let out a needy moan.

"Fuck," Ari grunts, his lips moving over yours insistently as his hands trail down to grip your hips, fingers digging into the supple skin, "God, baby.. How do you feel?"

"Good," you moan, your legs tightening around his waist, "Feel so good.."

Ari bites into your bottom lip with another groan, leaning back to tug on it before he husks out, "Wanna get inside you, fuck, it's been too long. What do you say, baby? Want daddy to fuck you right here, hm?"

"Yes," you moan, one hand sliding down to his front to palm his erection through his boxers, "Daddy, please. Fuck me."

Ari growls lowly before his fingers work quickly. He tugs your panties to the side, stepping back for just a moment to allow his underwear to drop to the floor. Then he's back, pulling you closer to him, your thighs wrapping tightly around his waist.

He dips his head to kiss you desperately, bringing a loud moan out of you when you feel the thick head of his cock rub between your folds.

"Shit," Ari moans into the kiss, "Fuck, you're so wet already, I barely even touched you."

"Please," you whimper, tucking your face into his neck to leave sloppy kisses, "Daddy, please. Need to feel you."

Ari almost comes right there on the spot, your needy voice sending his mind into overdrive.

"I know baby," he whispers, coating his cock in your juices, "I know, but it might hurt a little, okay? Daddy didn't open you up."

"Don't care," you whine, tugging on his hair when your fingers tangle in it, "Just need you. Please!"

"Fucking hell," he curses, and then his hand wraps in your hair to pull your face out of his neck. His lips land on yours with force before he slowly starts pushing inside you, swallowing the high pitched moan you let out at the intrusion.

He grunts as he sinks deeper, moving slowly to allow you to adjust to him properly, his lips moving over yours expertly to distract you from the pain.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groans, panting breathlessly when he leans back a little to watch your face, "Tell me to stop and I will, okay? I don't want to hurt you."

He watches how your brows are furrowed, and he's just about to stop, worried that he's hurting you, when you hiccup, "No, don't stop, please. Want all of you inside me, want you to fuck me daddy, please!"

Ari presses his forehead to yours as his thick cock slides the rest of the way inside you, a satisfied sigh leaving his lips once he bottoms out.

His lips find yours again, but the kiss is slow, patient this time, coaxing you to relax around him.

You melt into him, your walls stretched beyond belief, but the pain slowly subsides and turns to pleasure when his tongue toys with yours. You moan wantonly into his mouth when his hips slowly pull back, only to slide back home again.

He sets off a slow pace, his strokes deep and deliberate, while still being careful not to hurt you. Your fingers dig into his shoulders when his arms wrap around you, pulling your chest flush to his as he slowly fucks into you.

"God baby, you feel so fucking good," Ari moans as he tucks his face into your neck, his beard scratching your skin when he sucks onto a spot.

You keen, your back arching into him as he picks up pace a little, his hips meeting yours with more insistence.

He's so fucking big inside you, thick and long, you can feel every ridge and vein of his throbbing cock every time he pushes in only to pull out again.

The feeling is addicting, overwhelming, it makes your mind go blank, turns you into mush.

"Daddy," you gasp, your hips moving to meet his thrusts and it only encourages him. He picks up pace again, going faster and harder than before, his heavy moans and grunts in your ear.

"Fuck, I've been waiting for this for too long," Ari groans, trailing kisses up your neck to your jaw, "Way too long."

Then his teeth scrape over your jaw possessively as he growls, "I'm never going that long without feeling this pretty cunt wrapped around me again. Understood? Daddy's gonna fuck this pretty little pussy whenever he wants from now on, and all you'll have to do is be my good girl and take it. Got it?"

You nod deliriously, whimpering, "Yes daddy, I'm yours, all yours."

"That's right," he grunts, his thrusts turning more forceful, jolting your body in his hold. He wraps a possessive hand around your throat, the pressure making your head swim, "That's fucking right, you are. Fuck you're so good for me, such a perfect little slut for daddy. You're gonna let me fuck you whenever and wherever I want, won't you?"

"Yes!"

"Even in class, hm?" He smirks, watching as your eyes open wide to look up at him. He leans down, pulling you closer by the hand around your throat, murmuring against your lips as he keeps pumping into you, "Gonna bend you over my desk and fuck you right in my office, sweetheart. And next time you don't know the answer in class, best believe I'm gonna fucking punish you for it. Understand?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" You chant, your walls tightening around his cock as he brings you closer to the edge. Your body winds tighter and tighter, tensing in anticipation for your enclosing peak.

Ari groans deeply when he feels you squeeze around him, his thumb swiftly moving down to swipe over your clit, "I can tell you're gonna come, baby. Go on, take what you need. Come for daddy, let me see how pretty you look when you come."

His words are like a command and you topple over the edge, letting out a loud gasp and a wail as you tremble in his hold. Your walls pulsate around him as you ride out the wave, trembling from pleasure.

"Fuck!" Ari shouts, hissing when you squeeze around him like a vice, "Jesus fucking christ, I can't-shit!"

He comes undone inside you, his warmth spurting against your walls, filling you up deliciously. You sag against his chest, the hand around your throat moving up to cup the back of your head, fingers gently caressing your hair as you pant against his skin. You nuzzle your face into his soft pecks, the hair adorning it tickling your skin as your arms wrap around his waist.

Ari pants into your hair, staying buried inside you as he comes down from his own high, and after a moment he places a kiss on top of your head, murmuring, "I think the foods gone cold now."

You giggle tiredly, tilting your head up to look at him. His head dips, eyes meeting yours as you whisper, "Worth missing breakfast over."

"Absolutely," Ari hums, cupping your cheek with one large hand, "Absolutely fucking worth it."

You spend the entire weekend with Ari, at his place. You watched movies, played silly boardgames, and he read to you from some of his books.

And then you'd both give in to the urge whenever it struck, which it did often.

Ari was insatiable.

He'd be cooking you dinner, and you'd be having just a normal conversation when suddenly he would switch. His eyes would change, his features, and within a few second he would have you perched on the table, against the wall, or on the couch.

It didn't matter where you were, or what you were doing.

All he'd say was I need to be inside you and you'd turn to mush. Melt in his arms. Give in to whatever craving he had, whatever fantasy he wanted to live out.

And you would match his needs in every way. Watching him do mundane things were like plain torture; sitting at the dining table while he cooked dinner for you was like porn. Why was it so sexy?

Watching him cut up vegetables, frying something on the pan, checking the oven. It was so sexy. It didn't exactly help that he would do most of it topless, even if it did make you chuckle when the pan would spatter and he'd curse a little from feeling the burn on his abs.

Those perfect fucking abs. Not too defined, but just enough. Still beefy, thick, coated by a layer of hair. Just like his chest. You started fixating on it, on his soft yet firm pecs. It made you wonder how something like that was even possible.

And he was covered in just the right amount of hair. Not too much, but definitely not too little; just the amount to make you want to rub your cheek against his chest, his stomach, you liked the small layer on his arms when he wrapped them around you.

He was so strong, and firm, and delicious in every way. He kept proving it, too. He would pick you up, carry you around when he felt like it. And it felt good to give youself to him like, relax and melt into his arms. It made you feel safe, protected, but most of all, it made you feel cared for.

Loved.

You shouldn't be thinking that word. It's too soon, way too much. Your relationship with Ari is complicated enough without that added meaning.

But you know what you felt. Perhaps you always did. Perhaps you have since that very first night you met him.

He made you fall so hard, swept you off your feet. He was like a deep ocean. One that you were more than willing to drown in.

"Alright class, I'm going to let you work on a case for the first hour, and then I want you to hand it in before the break. I'll spend the last hour of class reading them, and I'll have your feedback ready before class is over."

Your eyes lift above your computer screen to look at Ari from where you're sitting in the second row in the auditorium.

No one in this room has any idea that you just spent the past two days in his apartment, in his bed, and that you only went back to your place this morning to get clean clothes.

You can't go to class wearing one of my button-ups and nothing else, even if I'd enjoy it.

Ari's words ring in your head when you make eye contact with the intimidating man standing at the front of the auditorium. His cerulean blues shimmer mischievously, and it makes you hide a smile as your eyes flit back to your screen.

You read over the case, and it's actually one very similar to another you read at the beginning of class, which means you know exactly how to solve it.

You glance back up to find Ari sitting behind his desk, his eyes glued to his phonescreen.

You frown a little, wondering who the hell he's texting in the middle of class, but when your phone vibrates in your pocket, you have your answer.

You chuckle quietly as you pull your phone out.

Ari Stop staring, you're making me lose composure

You What do you mean? I'm not doing anything

Ari Bullshit

You let out a small giggle, quiet enough that no one around you reacts.

You type out a reply before your eyes lift to look at him, your brow raising as you lift your pen to your lips, chewing on it casually.

You What's on your mind, professor?

Ari You're in for it later

You smirk victoriously, nodding once when you catch Ari's eye again. Then your focus returns to your assignment once again.

About half an hour later, you're done with the case. You glance around the auditorium and notice how everyone else is still hard at work at the assignment. You double check it, ensuring you didn't do it wrong, but when you realize you didn't, you slump back in your seat with a quiet sigh.

Your eyes flit to Ari, but he doesn't notice you, his eyes trained on his laptop.

You let your gaze trail over his form, how his shoulders are a little tense, and it gives you the urge to offer him some relief.

A small smile works its way onto your lips when an idea hits you.

Your focus returns to your laptop as you open up a word document and start typing.

'What can I do for you today, miss?' Professor Levinson ask as he sits behind the desk in his office.

I walk closer, taking a seat on the chair opposite him.

'Professor, I know my grades haven't been good this semester. I was wondering if there's anything I could do to raise them? I'll do anything.'

Professor Levinson raises a brow, 'Anything?'

'Yes sir,' I smirk, 'Anything'....

You keep typing out your little story until Ari clears his throat, pulling everyones attention back on him.

"The break is starting, so please send me what you've done and I'll have a look through it in the next module. You can all work on your assignments for next weeks class in the remaining time, I'll send back your case feedback before the end of class."

You almost let out an excited giggle when you, instead of attaching the actual assignment, attach the steamy story you've spent the past thirty minutes writing.

Hayden taps your side right as you send it off with a smirk, making you turn your head to look at him.

"Wanna grab some coffee with me? I had a long night yesterday."

You nod, rising from your seat, "Sure, sounds good."

"Did you send your case?" Hayden asks as you slink your way out the row and head towards the door, "how'd it go?"

"Yeah, I just did," you reply with a smile and a shrug, "I think I did okay. What about you?"

Your brows furrow when he yawns audibly, "Why are you so tired today? You usually prioritize getting enough rest before class."

Hayden smiles sheepishly as you make your way over to the coffee stand, and you swear you see his cheeks tinge pink.

Then realization hits you, making you stop in your tracks and slap his bicep excitedly, "Holy shit H! You were with a girl!"

Hayden lets out a laugh, pushing you away playfully, "Stop saying that like I'm some toddler. I date, you know."

You scoff, "I guess. I've just never seen you blush before."

Hayden snorts, "I wasn't blushing."

"Sure you weren't," you chuckle as you reach the coffeestand. You both order what you'd like before you make your way back to the auditorium.

Once you and Hayden make your way back to your seats, the second module has started. You bring out your book to catch up on your reading for this week, but you're not able to concentrate for more than a couple minutes at a time.

Your eyes keep flicking up, looking towards the spot ahead of you, continuously lingering on the brunette sitting behind his desk, correcting papers.

A small smirk is playing on your lips at the mere thought of what's to come, but you can tell by the serious expression on his face that he hasn't reached yours yet.

You turn back to your book again, spending another few minutes reading a paragraph, of which you understand absolutely nothing because you can't help your excitement, and ultimately you repeat your former actions, glancing up ahead of you.

And then you spot it.

The way his brows are still furrowed, but his expression has changed. It's a little.. Dare you say, flustered?

You can spot a faint redness creeping up his neck, and then you feel practically giddy when you spot him shift in his seat, not just once, but twice.

Your teeth tug at your bottom lip as you watch him, practically transfixed by the image. You watch as his hand clenches beside his laptop, while he rests his chin in the other, still keeping that same look on his face.

His eyes are trained on the screen, his hand clenching and unclenching into a fist, and then a burst of excitement runs through you when he shifts again before his eyes dart up to you, meeting yours immediately.

You smile teasingly, your teeth still pulling at your bottom lip while you do so, and the action makes Ari narrow his eyes dangerously.

You hear him clear his throat, disturbing the silence in the auditorium, the only other sound being your heart pounding in your ears.

But then he breaks your connection, his eyes moving back down to his laptop screen, and for a moment you wonder if he'll be mad at you, upset at what you did.

Until you get a notification, alerting you to a new email.

From: Ari Levinson

Come see me after class, I'd like to go through the assignment you handed in. I have feedback.

-Ari

From: You

Can't wait. I'll come during lunch.

Just as you glance back up, finding his cerulean blues trained on you, your phone buzzes again. You tense in anticipation when you read it.

Ari: We'll see about that. But one thing you will do, is take your punishment like a good girl

You knock twice on the wooden door, glancing around the hallway casually. It's midday, and this is definitely risky, but it's also so much fun.

"It's open," Ari yells out, making you open the door to peek your head in.

"Hi, Mr. Levinson," you smirk teasingly, "Got a sec?"

Ari lifts a brow, a mirroring smirk forming on his face as he gestures to the chair in front of his desk, "For you? Sure, I have a moment or two."

You scoff at his teasing tone, closing the door behind you when you walk inside.

You're just about to lock the door behind you, remembering what happened last time you paid him a visit in his office, when Ari stops you.

"Don't," he says with a sigh, "If someone comes by and it's locked during office hours, I can't explain it."

Your shoulders slump a little in disappointment, taking a few steps closer to stand in front of his desk. You smile softly, "I should come by another time, then."

"Why?" Ari muses, "Don't want to see me anymore? You're just using me for sex?"

You chuckle and nod, "Yeah, that's it. You got me."

Ari tuts, glancing down at the papers in front of him as he beckons you closer with his free hand, "C'mere. I don't have anyone scheduled during lunch, we have some time."

You comply, walking closer as his eyes stay focused on the paper he's grading. His hand stays outstretched towards you, long nimble fingers entwining with yours once you're close enough to reach for him.

He keeps his composure as he pulls you closer, gracefully sliding back in his chair and pulling you into his lap, perched on one of his thighs.

"Come on," he whispers, his deep voice vibrating through you, "I'm working on the class assignments from the end of the last module. Help me grade them."

Your eyes drop to the paper in front of you, how the red ink stains the pure white. Ari keeps one hand in yours as his other reaches for your free hand, guiding your fingers to cup his own so the pen is controlled by the both of you.

He gently guides your hand with his own, red ink bleeding on the paper as he slowly moves over it. Your head tilts as you watch his movements carefully, mesmerized by the delicate dance the pen makes on the flimsy piece of paper.

You lean your back into his chest, allowing your hand to move where he guides it, goosebumps rising on your skin when you feel his hot breath on the back of your neck.

"What do you think?" He whispers against your skin, placing a kiss between sentences, "What's wrong with it?"

Your brows furrow in concentration as you focus on the words on the page, leaning your head to the side to allow his lips better access to your skin. He places soft kisses there while you think, "It's missing something."

Ari hums in approval, his arm wrapping around your waist to guide you closer, "Mhmm. What's it missing?"

"Argumentation," you reply on instinct, "They're not arguing for both sides, it's clear from this that they've already decided whose case wins."

"Exactly," Ari smirks, placing another kiss on your neck, "And does that work for us?"

"No," you reply, shaking your head a little, "No, we need to look at both arguments and analyze them. Then come to a conclusion. If we conclude before the argument is done, it's not valid."

"Good girl," he murmurs against your skin, setting your body on fire. His fingers spread to let the pen drop on the table, and then he guides your hand to his lips, placing a kiss on your knuckles.

You glance at him over your shoulder, your eyes meeting the deep blue of his. His smile turns softer as your eyes graze over his face, taking in his features.

"Closer," he whispers, the arm around your waist tightening, "Come closer, baby."

You do as you're told, your heart pounding in your chest as you slowly lean in until your lips can meet his.

His are soft as they move over yours, his tongue teasingly swiping at the seam of your lips. You part them in a quiet moan, your insides turning around themselves when your tongues meet.

You tilt your body toward his to your best ability, deepening the kiss as you reach up to cup his jaw.

He groans quietly, his lips moving over your own expertly, like he knows your every move before you make it.

Your mind swims, your entire body getting lost in the feeling of him, his scent, his warmth.

The outside world floats away as you kiss him languidly.

But as always, the real world always comes knocking.

You barely even register what's happening before your hips are gripped, and then it's like deja-vu when you're pushed down to the floor, under his large oak desk.

When Ari's door suddenly opens, it's a sound and a feeling you're all too familiar with.

Everything you felt last time suddenly comes surging back, reminding you of the last time you hid under his desk.

You're just about to pull away, call him out on his bullshit, but before you do, you glance up at Ari.

And the expression on his face tells you everything you need to know.

He wants to get out of this situation just as much as you do.

One large hand lands on his thigh, reaching for your face, and you lean into his touch, watching as he visibly relaxes where he sits.

He doesn't want to push you away like last time. He wants you to stay.

So you will.

Your ears perk up when you recognize the female voice that speaks from the other side of the desk.

"Hi, Mr. Levinson," Sheila says, "I was wondering if we could talk about my feedback?"

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Man's World - An Epilogue

Previous Chapter (finale!) is HERE.

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x Reader, Carlos Sainz x You, Carlos Sainz x OFC

Warnings: language, fluff

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Abu Dhabi – Wednesday – Georgia POV

“Carlos, have you seen my pass?” I frantically started emptying my suitcase, desperately looking for my paddock pass. Good grief, Georgia, you can’t lose this pass yet again, you’ll never hear the end of it from Lando, I muttered to myself.

“Mi amor, you’d lose your head if it wasn’t screwed on,” I heard Carlos laugh from behind me, wrapping his arms around me from behind, my paddock pass in his hand.

“Oh, thank god! After I blasted Lando on twitter in Austin for losing his pass and getting caught trying to break into the paddock, I couldn’t lose mine this week!”

“Well, to be fair love, you probably shouldn’t have told the police that he was an intruder…” I laughed at that. Lando and I had been in a prank war for a few years now, and while we’d called a “truce” after Silverstone, we both knew that wasn’t going to last long. As soon as I saw Lando trying to break his way into the paddock with no pass around his neck, it was too good not to tell security that some random fan was trying to break in.

The fact that the American security guards didn’t recognize him was even more hilarious.

Unfortunately for me, Lando returned the favor the following week when he “accidentally” told Charles that Carlos and I were secretly engaged and planning to elope over Christmas. I think if Carlos hadn’t been in a sponsorship meeting, Charles would have actually punched his teammate. But noow it was my turn to get one over on the Brit, and I had a beautiful prank in place.

“So, we’re still on for today, right?” I asked, wiggling my eyebrows in anticipation. I had finally talked my boyfriend into helping me prank Lando, and I couldn’t be more excited.

“I feel like this is too mean, mi amor,” Carlos said with a sigh. Over the last several months I had learned just how much of a softie Carlos was, especially for Lando. “I think if we actually broke up, Lando would be the only person on the planet as devastated as me.”

I rolled my eyes at Carlos, grabbing my bag from the sofa as we headed downstairs, meeting Lily in the lobby; we’d agreed to have a quick breakfast with her before we left for the paddock. For whatever reason, Lily had become a staple to Carlos and I’s driving to the paddock. For a while Charles would also join us, but after summer break, Charles went back to driving himself to the paddock.

Something felt off between Lily and Charles. It felt like they were avoiding each other, and by Austin GP, they were actively making excuses to leave the room when the other walked in, a staunch change from the beginning of the season, when I would watch them subtly flirt with each other.

Once breakfast was finished, I turned to my teammate, a smile on my lips. “Ready to go?” The Valet pulled up my Bugatti and the two of us hopped into the car.

“Carlos not joining us?”

“Nah, he’s got a different schedule than us,” I mused, taking off away from the hotel. I felt a little bad not telling Lily about Carlos and I’s prank, but I knew she wouldn’t be able to keep the prank a secret from Lando.

“So, tell me, what’s going on with you and Charles?” I could see Lily visibly stiffen up at the mention of my brother’s name, although she kept a stoic look on her face.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, nothing really… just felt like the two of you have been avoiding each other.”

“Nope, just busy that’s all. Can’t just drop everything for Charles Leclerc.” It’s as if Lily knew her words had come out harsher than she expected, so she added with a smile, “can only put up with one of the Leclerc twins this season.”

“Fine, keep your secrets, Wilson.” I could see from Lily’s face that she wanted to say something else, but had decided against it, instead opting to scroll through her phone. phone.

“So, the Netflix special went over well! Fans are just loving you and Carlos,” she mused.

“Yeah, I feel like it put the final nail in the coffin of that Daily Mail article. We haven’t had a single bad article about our relationship written in over a month, thank god.” The Netflix special, along with a second Vogue article, had been a lifesaver for Carlos and I. After I admitted I loved him over the radio, there was some renewed suspicions about us. Fortunately the FIA investigation was cleared by Monza and by Singapore, the news was basically dead – everyone having moved on to the F1 silly season.

“Well, after you win the championship this weekend, there won’t be a single bad thing the press can say. They’ll have to accept us with a female World Drivers Champion.”

“Cheers to that,” I replied, holding up my coffee cup and clinking it with hers.

Carlos POV

I felt a little bad pranking Lando, but after he told Charles that Georgia and I were secretly engaged, I had let Georgia talk me into this silly idea of hers. Pretty sure I would have been sporting a black eye for a week if Lewis hadn’t caught wind of their conversation and ran to the Ferrari garage to calm Charles down.

Charles was less than impressed about the prank, although I knew Georgia reveled in the challenge of one-upping Lando. It was one of the many reasons I loved her – she never backed down from a challenge, and Lando had just opened pandora’s box of pranks.

As soon as I walked into the paddock, I saw Lando waiting for me outside of the Ferrari hospitality suite. We had agreed to do a track walk together, get some time to catch up just the two of us.

“Morning, Carlos!” I smiled at Lando, gladly taking the cup of coffee he held out for me, my second one of the morning. Best part about dating Georgia Leclerc? The incredible coffee.

“Morning, Lando. How are things?”

“Oh you know, can’t complain. Quadrant’s podcast is really taking off, it’s taking a lot of my time, but I don’t mind. How are things with you and the misses?” I froze up a bit at his asking, trying to think through all of the coaching Georgia had given me. Her dedication to her craft (of being a prankster) was nothing short of impressive. After this weekend Georgia might F1’s first female World Drivers Champion, but I’m pretty sure Georgia would consider herself the World Champion of Pranks, too – and she might be prouder of that title than the former.

“Yeah… umm, sort of the reason I wanted to ask you to get coffee with me…” I knew that had piqued Lando’s interest; he immediately stopped in his tracks, looking directly into my eyes, concern already laced in his face.

God, Lando, what a good friend.

“Georgia and I… we decided to take some time apart during the winter break.” I knew the words were as fake as Georgia and I’s relationship had started, but damn they hurt me to even say them out loud. I said a silent prayer to the universe, begging her to not let this ever be true.

“WHAT!?” Lando screamed, spilling some of his coffee on his McLaren team polo. “Absolutely not. I forbid it.” Lando’s reaction took everything within me not to laugh; he looked as if he’d make a deal with the devil himself in order to make this statement not true. “What did you do?”

“What do you mean ‘what did I do?’” I was slightly offended that Lando had gone straight for me, assuming that I was the one who fucked up. It was logical, but still hurtful from my best friend.

“Look, mate, I’m just trying to get to the bottom of this so we can fix this.”

“She just needs a little space, it’s been an overwhelming season.” As we came to the close of our track walk, Lando walked me back to the Ferrari garage.

“Never fear, Carlos – I’m going to fix this.” Lando’s voice was full of conviction and I let out a small smile.

“Lando, I told you NOT to get involved. Promise me you won’t say anything.”

“Fine, fine…” Lando put his hands up int he air, admitting defeat, which was good because I didn’t need this prank spreading around the paddock; we’d finally gotten out of the dog house with the press; I didn’t need a fake prank circulating around the paddock like wildfire.

Lando POV

As soon as I watched Carlos walk into the Ferrari garage, I immediately texted Lily and Daniel, demanding that they both meet me in my drivers room. I couldn’t believe what Carlos had told me; those two were made for each other, but I knew if anyone would have insight, it would be Danny and Lily.

Me: Lil, Danny – meet me in 15, my drivers room, super urgent

Queen Lily: Lando some of us have actual meetings and strategy to go over…

Me: No time for that, Lil… our friends are in trouble

Queen Lily: Fine, be there in 20

Once Lily and Daniel entered my drivers’ room, I shut the door – motioning for them both to take a seat on my coach.

“Alright, what I am about to tell you cannot leave this room.” Lily and Daniel both gave me a thumbs up and an eye roll – although that I chose to ignore the latter. “Carlos and Georgia are taking a break.”

Silence engulfed my driver’s room as the two other drivers sat there, contemplating my words.

“Lando, that’s a pile pf horse shit,” Lily finally scoffed. “Is this another one of your pranks again, cause I’m not falling for it.”

“No, I’m serious, Carlos told me this morning on our track walk.” Daniel shifted in his seat, eyeing my warily.

“Are you sure you understood right? I mean, Georgia and I literally just went apartment shopping for the two of them in Monaco this weekend.” I started to feel more frustrated as Danny’s face looked entirely unconvinced.

“And I just had breakfast with them this morning…” Lily added.

I just stared at my teammate and friend for a moment, before it dawned on me – those fuckers were trying to prank me. This is why Carlos didn’t want me getting involved; he knew his terrible, poorly thought out prank would be exposed.

No, I shouldn’t blame Carlos on this one. It had Georgia Sassy Leclerc all over it.

“Those sneaky little bastards!” Lily and Daniel looked taken aback, not having caught on to what I had just realized. “They’re trying to prank me!”

“Well, I’d say you have it coming considering you told Charles that his sister was secretly engaged…” Daniel let out a laugh at that one. It probably wasn’t one of my finer pranks, but Georgia’s horror when she realized her brother was about to go beat up her boyfriend was hilarious – the look on Charles’s face? That was the icing on top.

“I only did that because Georgia almost had me arrested!”

“Well, have you ever forgotten your paddock pass again?” I rolled my eyes at Lily’s snarky comment; I knew she loved that prank a little too much. “Sounds like you learned your lesson.” She stuck her tongue out at me and I flicked her off, not amused with her response. As the season went on, I had begun to realize that Lily was actually the sassy one of the pair, her sarcastic British humor had really blossomed at Bugatti.

“Well, two can play at this game! They don’t know that I know that they’re trying to prank me… and you’re NOT going to tell them.”

“Lando, do not involve me in your little prank wars with Georgia. I am not about to start WWIII in the Bugatti garage,” Lily responded, slowly getting up from the couch. Danny laughed as well and excused himself, insisting that he didn’t want to know what we had planned. Something about undeniability being the best course of action for him.

“What!? No! Come on… Lando and Lily scheming again, we’re so good at it!”

“What can you even do on such short notice?”

“Oh, Lily… I am so glad you asked.”

Georgia POV – Friday Press Conference

After both free practice sessions, the FIA had scheduled an extra press conference for Max and I. Only a few points separated us in the championship, and I knew the FIA loved the drama, although Max and I had agreed to keep the drama on the track only, neither of us giving in to the demand that we brow beat the other out of existence. I might have been sassy to the reporters, but I’d never badmouth another driver at a press conference – ever.

As I sat down in the chair next to Max, he leaned in to me. “I hear congratulations are in order,” Max chuckled.

“Congratulating me for winning the championship already? Interesting approach, Verstappen,” I laughed, although my laughter was short lived when I saw the look of confusion on Max’s face.

“Sorry, Georgia, I get it if you aren’t telling people yet. Lando has such a big mouth, just wanted to say congrats.” Before I could give a follow up comment, the press started the press conference, diving straight into questions about the upcoming race.

******

As soon as the press conference was over, I pulled out my phone, only to see a text from Charles.

Charles: Care to explain why Carlos had a look of panic on his face during the Ferrari strategy meeting today?

Me: scared he’s going to see my rear bumper the entire race? ;-)

Charles: I’m serious, Peaches…

Me: Did he say something to you?

Charles: no, he was just… not himself. I asked what was wrong, thought you might know. He looked pale…

Me: Thanks for letting me know.

After another round in the media pen I was finally released back to the hotel so I could get some sleep in before qualifying tomorrow. When I walked into our shared room, Carlos was nowhere to be found. Instead, there was a note on the living room coffee table explaining that he’d be back later and not to wait up for him. There had been some damage to his car after free practice, so I figured he would be at the garage, trying to help with the repairs.

I waited up for him, but after room service I soon found myself asleep in our bed. When I awake the next morning at 7am, I turned over to see Carlos’ side of the bed empty. I immediately felt some panic setting into me. What if something had happened to him?

As I grabbed my phone, about to text everyone I knew in panic, I saw a text from Coco letting me know that Carlos was safe and had fallen asleep on his couch. I smiled at that – classic Carlos, he was always falling asleep on the couch. Coco informed me that he’d just take Carlos to the track that morning since he had gone to bed so late.

I was disappointed that I wasn’t able to see Carlos before qualifying, and slightly annoyed that he had only texted me good luck. I had the sneaking suspicion that he was avoiding me, but I pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind, remembering our “exercise” that had taken place Thursday night. I knew he was stressed about the last race of the season; I’d see him after qualifying.

****

“Alright GG, Q3 is about to begin. You ready to take your final pole of the season.” I chucked at Mel’s radio message. I was more than ready.

I was the first one out into Q3, which was nice because I was able to get an early flying lap in with my new softs. I was able to improve on my Q2 lap time, and as the track evolution began to quicken, I made an improvement on my second lap in Q3.

“Right, GG – this is the last lap for you.” I made my way across the line with just 5 seconds to spare before the end of Q3. “Head down, GG.”

It was as if the universe had decided to offer me a small slice of forgiveness for all of the times it stuck me in an elevator with journalists, sponsors, other drivers. For once, things were on my side.

“FUCK YES!” I heard Mel scream into my ear. “Georgia Pole Leclerc, you did it again! That’s you P1, Max P2. One step closer to the WDC.”

“WAHOOOOOOOO!” I screamed back at Mel. “Let’s bring it home, ladies!”

As soon as I arrived back at the pitlane, I was greeted by my team who had all come out to congratulate me. Lily had gotten P4, a solid position for the team, with Charles in P3 and Carlos in P5. Max immediately ran over and shook my hand, congratulating me on pole position, but promising to destroy me tomorrow, causing me to laugh.

“Guess I better destroy you this season, since I won’t get the chance next season,” he laughed. Before I could respond to his weird comment, I saw Carlos waving me to me over by the Bugatti garage, motioning for me to come over. Once I entered my drivers room, I was immediately brought into a huge hub by my boyfriend.

“Congrats,” he said, picking me up gently and kissing me on the lips. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you, mon amour. I was sad I missed you this morning, bed felt empty without you.” Carlos looked a little guilty, and he shifted his weight from side to side for a bit, clearly unsure of what to say. He grabbed my hands and pulled me into his lap on my couch.

“I’m sorry, cariño. I should have been there. I just panicked for a moment, but I’m going to be here for you, for the both of you.” Carlos rested his hand on my lower stomach, his gaze looking up at me with the most loving stare I think I had ever seen from the man. I paused for a moment, at first reveling in the loving look, before processing what he had actually said.

“Um… what!?”

“For you and the baby?”

“What baby? Who the fuck is having a baby?” Carlos was now looking confused, giving me a questioning look.

“Lando sai-.” Before Carlos could finish his sentence, I interrupted him, immediately jumping off his lap and sprinting towards my door, flinging the door open with such ferocity a team photo fell down in the outside hallway,

“I’m going to kill him!” Fortunately, I didn’t have to go too far to find Lando. As I turned the corner, I heard the laughing of Lando in Lily’s drivers room. I burst into the room, not even bothering to knock.

“Lando did you tell people I am pregnant!”

“I don’t know, did you tell Carlos to tell me that you had broken up!” I immediately stopped in my tracks. Of course Lando had found out. “Maybe next time you might want to sure up your lie a little better…” Lily let out a chuckle; I could see from the look on her face that she had spilled the beans to Lando. Knew I should have included her.

“Et tu, brute?” I said to Lily, letting a small grin creep onto my face. Lando had bested me on this one, and I couldn’t even be mad about it. As I turned around to look at Carlos, I saw a smile creep over on his face. So they had all planned this.

“Well, well, well, it might have been a joke that Carlos and I were taking a break… but maybe now it’ll be true!” I had wanted the words to come out fierce and determined – angry – but I couldn’t help but let a laugh escape my lips. I was impressed, and I recognized greatness when I saw it.

Takes one to know one.

“Fine, this makes us even for pranks this weekend, Lando, but you had better watch out next year.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way, Leclerc!”

I gave Lando and Lily my middle finger and then exited her drivers room, returning back to my own room, still laughing at their prank. It had been a good one, and fortunately they managed not to include my brother, less we have another Singapore incident. As Carlos entered the room after me, he pulled me in closer, capturing my lips in a kiss.

“So, why were you avoiding me on Friday?” I made sure to make my disdain known, hoping Carlos got the hint that I was annoyed about him abandoning me Friday evening.

“Oh, cariño, don’t be upset with me,” Carlos chuckled, giving me another kiss on the lips as he pulled me back into his lap. “What Coco said was true, we were up so late working on the car that I crashed on Friday… I had to stay and help the team rebuild. I didn’t want to wake you, so I stayed with him. I know how focused you get before races, and I meant what I said – I’m not going to jeopardize this win for you.”

I smiled at Carlos’ words, knowing a blush was creeping onto my face. We spent the next ten minutes chatting, before Lizzie came over to my room, letting me know that the post qualifying press conference would begin soon. As I made my way to the door, Carlos grabbed my land one last time, pulling me into him.

“I know that was a prank, cariño, but I just wanted to let you know that someday, I can’t wait until its true.” Carlos’ admission made my heart melt. Had Carlos thought about our future together that deeply?

“Me too, mon amour, me too.”

Georgia Leclerc POV – Race Day

Yesterday, after Lando had admitted that he had ‘let it slip’ that Carlos and I were pregnant to the other drivers, I promptly texted them all to let them know what an ass Lando was. –

no one was surprised. Max, apparently, was also in on the joke, which made his comments make considerably more sense. The majority of them had found it to be hilarious – although Lewis and Seb made it quite known that they were quietly pleased it wasn’t true, the two of them implying that it was too early for Carlos and I to have babies, especially before I “crushed the other drivers out of existence”. Seb definitely had a way with words.

Lewis: Good luck today, Georgie. Whatever happens – I am so proud of you. You deserve this win.

Me: Thanks, Lew. Couldn’t have done it without your support!

Lewis: Nah… this one’s on you, Georgie. All you xx

I smiled at Lewis’ texts. If things went well today, I would be crowned the first female F1 champion. Isabelle had called the entire team into the paddock early, nothing was going to be left to chance. There was more than my WDC on the line, more than the constructor’s championship.

As I piled into the conference room which was now full of the entire Bugatti garage staff, Isabelle stood up on the step stool that had been laid out for her, allowing her to be seen by the entire team.

“Good morning, everyone. I know I have called you all in here early, but I think we can all guess why.” Isabelle took a moment to pause as everyone chuckled, most of them turning to me. I had never felt awkward with the team before, but standing here now, I suddenly felt the pressure of the spotlight. The looks in their eyes showed the same desire, the same want that I felt. We were in this together – as a team, and yet, I recognized the huge role I had to play in this today. For 58 laps I had to drive better than Monaco, better than Silverstone.

I had to drive like I had a point to prove.

“I just wanted to say, before we all disperse for the season, that it has been an honor to have you all on the Bugatti F1 team. Even if the result isn’t what we want it to be, we have had a hell of a season and regardless of what happens today, I am so incredibly proud of this season. Everyone thought we would be last in the constructor’s championship, and here we are, currently sitting in the top spot. We gave them hell, ladies, and for that – we should be proud.”

As Isabelle finished the speech, I felt a tear drop down my face, causing Lily to turn to me; I gave her my middle finger as she laughed and pointed at me, sticking her tongue out back in return.

The time between the morning meeting and the race start felt like an eternity, but when Mel told me it was time to get into the car, I felt frozen in place. This was it, the last time in 2022 that I was going to get into that car; my moment to show everyone who Georgia Leclerc was.

“You got this, GG,” Mel called into the radio as I settled into the cockpit. “Let’s bring another one home.”

As the formation lap ended, I looked over to Max who was in P2. I couldn’t see his face, but I could picture the determination on it. He wanted the WDC as much as I did, and he wasn’t going to let me have this easy.

“And it’s lights out and away we go!”

As soon as the five lights went, I launched the car into the first corner, making sure to defend from Max who had decided to already be aggressive on his overtaking strategy.

So, its gloves off then is it, Max?

“Careful on tyres, GG.” I knew Mel wanted these to last, but like hell was I going to let Max Verstappen overtake me in the beginning of this race. As the race trudged on to lap 35, I was still leading the pack. Max and I had broken away from the group; he’d managed to stay within 4 seconds behind me, just waiting for me to mess up – waiting for me to do a little spin or cross a curb too early, anything to get within DRS of me.

“Yellow flag, accident close to pit entrance.”

As soon as I saw the symbol on my steering wheel I slowed down to the appropriate speed, letting the safety car guide me for several laps. Max and I had both just pitted, so neither of us wanted to lose track position for a second pit – even if it was a “free stop” as Mel always liked to tell me.

Doesn’t feel free if I have to lose P1, I reminded her.

“Restart will be behind safety car, get ready to push, Max will be right behind you.”

Of course he was. Just my luck to get a safety car. Unfortunately for me, my luck was continuing to get worse. As soon as the notification was lit green, I saw Max Verstappen fly past me, getting much better traction on his tyres as his RedBull car flew by.

“Fuck!” I screamed into the radio; Mel said nothing back to me, clearly assessing the situation from the pit wall.

Lap 42 rolled around, and I was still stuck behind Max. No doubt I would have nightmares about his rear wing for the next several years. I was within DRS for several laps, but each time I made a move, Max was able to defend and elude me, no doubt using his tyres to exhaustion – although I was quickly getting into the same sinking boat.

“Relax on tyres, GG. We think Max’s will give out before yours right now, keep diligent.”

As soon as lap 53 rolled around, I could feel my heart start to quicken, fear seeping into me. I was running out of time to turn this around – and quickly, trying to balance the tyres while not staying to far behind Max.

As soon as I began lap 55, I heard Isabelle come onto the radio.

“GG, fuck the tyres. Go for it.” I’m sorry, did Isabelle just come onto my radio and curse into my ear? I felt stunned at first, but as her words sank into me, I knew she was right. What was the point of nursing these tyres? I wasn’t going to get past Max if I didn’t push harder, so we might as well risk the puncture. I didn’t want to be on the podium in the second step.

I wanted to be on the top one.

Isabelle didn’t have to come back onto the radio to tell me twice. As soon as lap 56 rolled around, I absolutely floored it down the straight, getting within .2 of a second to Max, our cars almost touching because I had launched so hard into the straight. As soon as he second DRS zone rolled around, I knew I would have him.

And have him I did.

As the DRS flap opened, I cruised by Max’s car, quickly getting in front of him. If there was ever a time to defend, I knew it was now.

Lap 57 flew by, and I was still in first.

“Final lap, GG.”

I crossed the line for lap 58, hitting the racing line with such ease I almost didn’t recognize myself. Max had fallen back to 1.2 seconds so I was safe from DRS in the first zone. As I reached the second, I knew Max was within the one second requirement. I lunged my car in front of his, blocking his attach with such ferocity, I barely knew myself. Was it a tad more dangerous than my mother would like to see? Probably.

As I saw the checkered flag in front of me, I did what someone could also describe as ‘sending it’. It was as if in that moment nothing else mattered. Not Max, not the journalists, not even the team’s expectations of me. Everything was gone, blank in my mind. The only thing occupying my brain was the checkered flag in front of me.

As I crossed the finish line, I felt it. My tyre had gotten a puncture, but for the first time in my racing career, it didn’t matter. I had crossed the line.

It was as if time had stopped – as if my brain had stopped working as I tried to utter something into my radio. I heard someone yell into the feed, but the words were fuzzy – confusing, not registering in my brain. Nothing in that moment was registering in my brain.

“Wh…what was th- that?” was all I could utter back into my radio, as I heard distant screaming and cheering through the radio, the sound of the crowd roaring so overpowering that I couldn’t hear Mel’s voice.

But my body knew what was happening; it knew what had just happened. As I heard Mel’s voice back on the radio, I felt a rush of tears run down my face; it felt as though all of the emotions that I had held in for the last year had been released. The sadness, the excitement, the fear, the ferocity that I had bottled up inside me came pouring out.

I was F1’s newest World Drivers Champion.

“CONGRATULATIONS GEORGIEEEE!” I heard Mel scream into the radio.

“Georgia, congrats. You had a hell of a season and this is a well deserved win for both you and the team. Can’t wait to do this again next year, love.” I smiled at Isabelle’s words, the softness of her voice was refreshing and new, foreign to me, but it was nice to hear. I had a sneaking suspicion she might even be smiling.

“Lily did incredible too – we had her pit and grab fastest lap to ensure that Max didn’t get it.”

“I AM SPECHLESS!” I yelled back into my radio. “Thank you to the team. This one is for you ladies… for every last one of you; thank you! Thank you to Lily for being the best teammate I could have dreamed of, an absolute star.”

I pulled into my assigned P1 spot, not even caring that the tyre was basically dead and flat at this point. I didn’t need this car anymore. She had served me well, and she had earned this retirement.

As soon as I parked I hopped out of the car, kneeling in front her, hugging the dead tyre as I felt Max come up to me, patting me on the shoulder. I stood up and faced him, and to my surprise he picked me up and swung me around in what was probably the biggest hug I had ever seen Max give.

“Congrats, Leclerc. A well-deserved win. I’ll get you next year.” Max set me down, and I was immediately grabbed by my brother, who had managed to get P3 in the race. Charles pulled off my helmet and threw it on the ground, grabbing me closer and giving me a congratulatory kiss on the cheek, grabbing my head with both his hands as he shook it.

“I am so proud of you, Peaches, so fucking proud.”

I gave my brother a huge hug as he quickly dragged the two of us off to our family who had made it to the fencing, their arms wide open for the two of us. I immediately jumped into their arms as the five of us hugged, not a single one of us wanting to let go.

My mother was the first to let go, clearly hearing the officials who were calling for Charles and I to head to the cooldown room to get weighed. I searched the crowd for Carlos, desperately looking for my boyfriend who was seemingly nowhere to be found, but just as I was about to walk into the cooldown room, I felt an arm link around my waist, pulling me to him. Carlos grabbed my head and pressed our lips together, pulling my body as close to him as he possibly could.

“I’m so proud of you, corazón. So fucking proud of you.” As I broke the kiss, I looked up and smiled at him, letting him pull me once more into another kiss as the FIA official started yelling behind us, much to the amusement of Charles and Max.

I begrudgingly let Carlos go, heading back into the cooldown room where water was waiting for me. It was only a few minutes before we were being pulled onto the podium for the celebration. I watched Charles go out first, spying my mother and brothers as he walked out. Carlos had joined them now, his phone out filming the podium celebration as he cheered us on next to my mother. Max walked out next, waving to the crowd as he took his trophy.

And then it was my turn. The moment I had been waiting for.

I walked out of the room and into the open, looking down into the masses upon masses of people who had gathered in Abu Dhabi to watch us race – to watch me win. I waved at them as I walked onto the top step, taking my trophy from the government official before setting it down so I could take my hat off for the Monaco national anthem.

As soon as the anthem finished, I picked up my bottle of champagne to spray Charles and Max, but it was too late – they had beaten me to it, absolutely drenching me and then Mel, who was the Bugatti podium representative, with their two bottles. As soon as the bubbles died down, I took one more look into the crowd, giving them one last wave before stepping off the podium.

The moment my foot hit the ground, Lily was on me – her arms wrapping around me as she picked me up into a hug, screaming the entire time. “YOU DID IT!” Lily chanted over and over again, the two of us now jumping up and down like school girls; somehow this had become our signature move.

I walked back to the garage, trophy in one hand and bottle of champagne...now in Lily’s hand. Susie Wolff was the first to pull me into a hug, but it was short lived as the rest of the garage crew started to filter over, all of them demanding hugs, everyone wanting to see the trophy. I looked around for Isabelle, my eyes scanning the garage.

Susie clearly saw my confusion because she leaned over and whispered to me, “In the office.” I nodded and made my way to Isabelle’s office, knocking on the door. As soon as I heard the words come in, I opened it slowly, looking around the dimly lit room for Isabelle.

There in the corner of her office was Isabelle, sat on her couch, a glass of what looked like whisky in her hands. There was once a point in my Bugatti career that I thought I would never see Isabelle smile, but that seemed like a farfetched idea as I observed my Team Principal in front of me, tears in her ears.

I walked over to her and set the trophy down on the coffee table, before grabbing a glass and filling it up with the whisky bottle that was set in front of her, joining her on the couch. The two of us sat in silence for several minutes, both of us sipping on our glasses, neither of us saying anything.

“You know when I was a young girl, I loved racing. Loved it dearly. I spent every weekend with my parents in Italy, karting with my brother. But as I got older… the karting got more expensive and there was only enough money for one of us to continue. Even though I was clearly more talented than my brother, my parents chose to continue funding his karting. Apparently, there was no hope I would ever be a professional driver… that just wasn’t something in the cards for a woman, so my brother, who could barely win races, got to continue living my dream as I was forced to return to normal life.” I observed Isabelle as she told the story, setting my glass down on the counter as I poured the both of us another round.

“It was that day I promised myself I was going to start an F1 team; I decided that I was going to win this championship somehow…”

“And now that we have… it almost doesn’t seem real, does it?” I finished for her. I understood what Isabelle was feeling, deep inside my soul, I understood. I had fought so long to be here, fought tooth and nail to stand on that podium and accept the WDC trophy, and now that this day had arrived, it felt almost bittersweet. The illustrious dream wasn’t so illustrious anymore.

Isabelle smiled at me, her tears drying up as she took another sip of whisky. “And now we’ve done it. Today a female-run team did more than just win the WDC, we proved to the world that women should have an equal seat at the table in F1 – from mechanics to leadership to drivers, we’re here to stay.”

“That we are, Isabelle, that we are.”

“Next year is a new year, Georgia. New car, new challenges. You ready to do it all again?”

“How many championships do I need to win to beat Lewis and Michael’s record of having the most titles? They have seven, so I need eight?” I said with a chuckle, earning me a huge grin from Isabelle.

“Hmm… perhaps we should make it nine… just to be safe,” Isabelle countered, that sneaky gleam I had come to know so well gathering in her eye.

“Well… we have one down.” I raised my glass as I stood up, clinking it with Isabelle’s. “Here’s to another eight championships, Isabelle.”

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Enamored [37] - Engagement Ball

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback my loves, you’re amazing!❤ I hope you’ll like this chapter as well, and please let me know what you think, thank you! ❤ And as always, thank you @theskytraveler for helping me with the chapter and the story❤

Summary: Gifts come with special moments.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, mentions of sex, kissing, mentions of death.

Word Count: 6700

Series Masterlist

You had always been good at planning events.

It was one of your favorite things in the world after all. You had only been in a position to help the actual hostess back at home and in here so far, but now that it was your engagement ball and your wedding, you were to be the hostess and you were having the time of your life so far.

Well—

With the exception of a small, very insignificant issue.

The butler had told you that Lady Bridgerton had gone outside with Francesca, Gregory and Hyacinth while Eloise had gone to visit Penelope, and that the oldest brothers were in the morning room. You nibbled on your lip as you made your way upstairs, then took a deep breath and entered the room.

Benedict was painting as the butler said and Colin was very engrossed in his book while Anthony had his full attention on the newspaper he was reading, but they all turned their heads as soon as you walked into the room and Anthony stood up to walk to you.

“Hello darling,” he said. “I didn’t know you were coming.”

“Good morning,” you said as he kissed your cheek and you smiled at Colin and Benedict, then turned to Anthony again. “Anthony I must tell you something but before I do that, I need you to remember that you love me.”

He pulled his brows together. “What?”

“In fact,” you said. “You asked me to marry you. Twice.”

“Oh no,” Anthony murmured. “What did you do?”

“And your first proposal was a disaster and I still forgave you and we moved on.”

“This is going to be fun,” Colin said and Benedict looked between you, lowering his brush.

“I still don’t know just how disastrous that first proposal was.”

“He listed me the benefits of marrying him,” you told Benedict and his jaw dropped before he turned to Anthony.

“You did what?”

“Y/N.”

“Hm?” you said and shook your head. “Anyway, I’m just saying, you must follow my example on this. No matter how bad it is.”

“And how bad is it exactly?” Anthony asked and you took a deep breath.

“Very bad but, just focus on how happy we will be when we move past this obstacle so to speak.”

“…Did you kill someone?” Anthony asked. “I’m not going to judge, I just need to know. We can move past that.”

You made a face. “Close.”

“I’m sorry, you can move past murder?” Colin asked and Anthony waved a hand in his direction, signaling him to stop talking.

“Did you maim someone?”

“I’m about to maim you emotionally,” you said, making him run a hand over his face.

“What is it?”

“So you know how we’re getting married soon?”

“Very much aware of it.”

“And how I insisted on writing the invitations for the wedding breakfast, which I may add, is happening because we’re in love.”

“Oh this is going to be something really bad,” Benedict commented and you nodded solemnly.

“Things we do for love,” you said. “Or in this case, things Anthony will do for love.”

“Y/N.”

“So, since Cece was helping me with the engagement ball invitations, I figured while she was doing those, I could finish the wedding breakfast invitations and give them to the housekeeper to send them all at the same time,” you said. “And while doing that, I was using Cece’s list for her engagement ball because I figured it’d be easier, but then Elias walked in and asked me a thousand questions about the engagement ball because my father—anyway the point is, I got distracted while answering his question so I didn’t exactly check who I was writing the invitations to after like the fiftieth family.”

“And?”

“So I accidentally-” you cleared your throat. “I accidentally sent Langleys an invitation for the wedding breakfast.”

Anthony blinked a couple of times. “Langleys as in…”

“Pierre’s family,” you paused for a moment. “And I may have invited the whole family.”

Colin pressed his fist to his lips so that he could contain his laughter and Benedict crossed his arms, grinning wide while Anthony gawked at you.

“You’ve invited your former suitor who you almost eloped to Gretna Green with to the wedding breakfast?”

“I think we should all focus on the fact that I did not in fact eloped to Gretna Green with the said suitor,” you said and pulled yourself up to sit on the table next to Colin. Anthony threw his head back.

“But,” you said quickly. “Maybe he won’t come.”

“But maybe he will,” Colin pointed out and you nodded, dangling your legs off the edge of the table.

“That’s also a possibility,” you said and turned to Anthony. “I mean it’s clear what I should do, right?”

“Yeah. Tell your father—”

“Just don’t tell my father anything and hope for the best.” You both spoke at the same time and you heaved a dramatic sigh.

“I knew you would say that.”

“Yeah because you need to tell him.”

You clicked your tongue before smiling at him sweetly. “See, I could do that. Or…”

Anthony pulled back slightly and frowned as it dawned on him. “Me? You want me to tell him?”

“Well he already sort of…”

“Hates you,” Benedict said helpfully and you motioned at him.

“That. And I kind of tested his patience accidentally the other day while I was trying to pick the color of the invitation envelopes.”

Anthony tilted his head. “What?”

“Well one of them was this color,” you grabbed the paper on the table before motioning at your gown, “And the other was the color of my gown so I was torn between decisions.”

“Why would you be torn between decisions? They’re both the same color.” Anthony said and Benedict pulled his brows together while you gawked at him.

“This never stops surprising me. Anthony, I will love you forever either way but I think I should know this before we marry,” you said. “Are you secretly a blind person?”

Anthony motioned between the paper and your gown. “One of them is light white, the other one is dark white.”

“Dark whi—Benedict, what color is this?” you held up the paper and Benedict didn’t even hesitate.

“Porcelain.”

“What color is my gown?”

“Pearl.”

“Thank you!” you said and Anthony scoffed.

“Benedict doesn’t count.”

“I do count!” Benedict protested. “Don’t blame me if you only bothered to learn the names of eleven colors you heathen.”

“I can’t believe I stayed up until midnight trying to decide whether you’d like pearl or porcelain envelopes better only for you to call it white.”

“Not too late to call off the wedding Y/N.” Colin said and Anthony shot him a glare while you let out a laugh.

“Anyway,” you said. “I cannot tell my father about what happened because if I go to him with another issue I fear he will lock himself in his study until the engagement ball and we don’t want that.”

“We don’t want your former suitor to attend the wedding breakfast either darling, yet here we are.”

“That was an accident,” you defended yourself. “You can tell my father that when he asks.”

“You’re not going to be in the room?”

“Me?” you repeated and scoffed. “No. I’m incredibly busy with planning the wedding breakfast, so you must do it.”

“Jesus Christ,” Anthony mumbled and motioned at you. “Come on then.”

“Oh we’re going now?” you asked and slipped off the table when he grabbed your hand. “It was nice to see you!”

“You too!” Benedict and Colin called out as you followed Anthony out of the room and you both went downstairs but as soon as you reached the foyer, Anthony stopped you.

“Wait, I almost forgot.”

“Forgot what?” you asked and he looked around, then leaned in to steal a kiss from you, making you giggle.

“Anthony!” you whispered as he backed you against the wall. “If someone sees—”

“The wedding is in four days my love,” he said with a smirk. “The engagement ball is in two.”

“It would still—but—” you whispered between his kisses, forcing yourself to focus as difficult as it felt. “It would still be a scandal if someone saw!””

“Benedict and Colin are upstairs.”

“The staff is here,” you said with a giggle and bit down on your lip as his lips found your neck, making your eyes flutter close, your heart slamming against your ribcage. “And I—I wish to ask you something.”

He pulled back just a little to peck you on the lips, making you smile.

“What is it?”

“Well, as you said the wedding is in four days,” you said, fiddling with the lapels of his jacket. “And I do not know what my room in Aubrey Hall looks like, so I must—”

“Your what?”

“My room,” you repeated. “In Aubrey Hall.”

“You’re staying in my room.”

“Am I?”

“Yes.”

You pulled your brows together. “All the time?”

He nodded, making you even more confused.

“I was under the impression that I should decorate mine.”

“As you wish but we’re not going to use it,” he said. “We can put all your gowns there though, turn it into a wardrobe.”

You tilted your head. “I don’t understand, do you not want your own room?”

“No.”

“Will it not be uncomfortable for you at night?”

A mischievous light flashed through his eyes. “Oh trust me, it will be the complete opposite.”

You shifted your weight and stuck your nose in the air as you remembered what Aunt Lavinia had told you when you talked to her about it the other day.

“Still, I think I should have my own room for when you’re being particularly disagreeable.”

“Particularly disagree—”

“And when I do not want to keep an argument going further,” you recited the words. “That’s what Aunt Lavinia said.”

He frowned, opening his mouth to argue but you heard footsteps approaching so you darted from him to run to the door with him rushing after you, your laugh echoing throughout the foyer. You reached the top of the marble stairs but he had already caught up with you and grabbed you by the skirt of your dress, making you giggle as you turned around, grasping at his wrist.

“Mon amour, we’re in public!”

“Then stop running away from me,” he murmured to your ear, sending sparks through you and you shrugged your shoulders, shooting him a mischievous glance.

“Stop being so improper, Viscount Bridgerton.” you taunted him, making him chuckle and motioned at the carriage before you twirled around to walk to it.

“Come on!” you said. “You have news to tell my father.”

It was beyond you how fast the time was passing. If it hadn’t been for your family and Bridgerton family helping you with the engagement ball, nothing you had planned for the wedding breakfast would have been ready on time.

Thankfully, your engagement ball gown, your wedding gown, your veil and trousseau were all ready, by the courtesy of three different seamstresses and their employees. And Anthony –as he had promised- hadn’t disagreed with any of your decisions about the engagement ball, letting you design the ballroom as you wished.

“No, they will go over there,” you motioned at the refreshments table as two men carried the golden candelabra. “By that table, thank you.”

“The flowers will be delivered tomorrow afternoon,” Cecily came to your side. “So they’ll be ready by the evening right before the ball.”

“You told them we will be using different ones for the wedding breakfast right?” you asked. “I don’t want them to confuse the dates or the order.”

“No no, I was very clear, trust me.”

“And the arch for the garden?”

“Lady Bridgerton was just talking about it.” Cecily pointed at Lady Bridgerton over her shoulder with her thumb and you nodded, then walked past her to approach your future mother-in-law.

“Lady Bridgerton?”

“Yes dearest?”

“I was wondering when the arch for the garden would arrive?” you asked. “I’m going to try to match the time with the florist.”

“I scheduled it for tomorrow morning,” she assured you. “And the florist will arrive before the wedding breakfast, even before we leave for the chapel. It’s all fixed.”

You nodded and let out a relieved breath. “And do they know—?”

“Heliotropes, white roses and red rose buds for the arch, yes.”

You bit down a smile and scrunched up your nose. “Am I being a nightmare?”

She shook her head fervently. “Oh no dear, not at all!” she said. “It’s your wedding, of course you want everything to look the way you dreamed of. And I’m beyond happy that you are officially going to be a part of our family, so I promise you, worrying about the flowers is not being a nightmare.”

You smiled at her. “Thank you. It—it means so much to me, really.”

“Has your mother ever told you how incredibly nervous she was for her first ball as a duchess?”

You pulled your brows together. “My mother?” you asked. “Nervous?”

“Oh yes,” she said. “I doubt she got any sleep for days, and she was beyond tense. She changed her mind about the tablecloths five times.”

You stared at her, a clear laughter spilling from your lips and her eyes found someone over your shoulder, her smile growing bigger. Before you could even turn your head, you felt Anthony��s arms pull you back to his hard chest, his pleasant scent filling your nostrils, making you let out a giggle and look up at him.

“Hello my love,” he said, pressing a kiss on your temple and you could see the maids and the staff stealing glances at you and whispering, making your cheeks burn, but Anthony didn’t seem to mind that at all. You squirmed in his arms, unable to stop your grin and his mother pressed a hand over her chest, smiling at you both.

“Anthony,” you said in a whisper. “The staff!”

“We’re throwing the engagement ball tomorrow,” he told you with a grin as he let you step out of his embrace. “Let them talk if they want.”

“Hello Anthony—Lady Bridgerton?” Cecily came closer. “Could I borrow you for a moment?”

“Of course,” Lady Bridgerton said and they both walked away from you as you turned to look up at Anthony better.

“So what do you think?”

“I think you look absolutely gorgeous.”

“No, the ballroom!” you said, motioning around. “Look! I had them change the candelabras, and I chose those flowers there, and we’re going to place the orchestra there!”

Anthony nodded, that fond light playing in his eyes. “Mm hm.”

“And over there and there will be two refreshment tables so that people won’t have to walk around the dance floor to get their drinks!”

“Great idea.”

“And I changed the curtains over that window and that one, because it has a direct view of the garden so it’ll look better when people approach the windows, it’ll be magical!” you said and paused for a moment. “I—I mean, your mother said I could. You don’t mind, do you?”

He tilted his head to shoot you a mischievous smirk.

“You’re the lady of the house darling,” he said, making your heart skip a beat. “Change whatever you want at your heart’s desire.”

You shifted your weight, your stomach doing happy flips. “But I’m not yet.”

He took your hand to place a kiss on the back of it. “In three days you will be.”

“Y/N!” Eloise’s voice rang through the hallway and you looked around Anthony’s arm to see her rushing into the ballroom. “Oh great, Anthony you’re here too. Both of you must come to the drawing room right now.”

“Is everything alright?”

“Something absolutely hilarious happened,” she said before grabbing your wrist to pull you out of the ballroom to go upstairs to the drawing room, with Anthony following you two. When you entered the drawing room, Colin and Benedict were already by the table, looking down at what looked like a newspaper and you tilted your head.

“What’s that?”

“You two need to see this,” Benedict said, grinning while Colin tried to contain his laughter by pressing his lips on his fist. Benedict handed you the paper and you tilted your head, your eyes skimming the lines while Anthony read it over your shoulder.

It was Mr. Sinclair’s new poem and it…

Well.

Poem was a stretch for what it was.

“I don’t understand,” Anthony spoke from behind you and you heaved a sigh.

“Yeah, it’s not good imagery,” you said. “I suppose he’s the hunter—wait no, are you the hunter?”

“Am I the wolf?” Anthony wondered out loud. “I think I am the wolf.”

“I suppose I’m the bird?” you said. “Wait no, I think I’m the wolf and he’s the bird and you’re the hunter.”

“I don’t think you’re the wolf.”

“You’re just saying that because you want to be the wolf.”

“No I want to be the hunter.”

“Why are you all in a desert?” Benedict said and you shrugged your shoulders.

“It makes no sense—besides, I would never be in a courtship with a man who hunts wolves. I’ve learned that the hard way.”

Anthony tilted his head. “You were in a courtship with a man who hunted wolves?”

“No,” you said. “But back in Paris, my friend Marie was absolutely besotted with this gentleman who hunted wolves, he had a huge room just to exhibit those. We all dined at his house once, and it was a bit scary to be honest.”

“I can imagine,” Colin murmured and Benedict grimaced.

“And then they were in a courtship for a while and it didn’t work out which at first made me so sad but it was for the best,” you said. “Marie is happily married now to her husband whom I introduced her to, they even had a baby two years ago and Monsieur Moreau is in prison.”

Eloise’s eyes widened. “…Come again?”

“Well, a year after he and Marie separated, he threw a dinner party and that night he set his house on fire,” you said. “And after the fire was extinguished, the officers found ten bodies in his hunt room, his guests for that dinner party.”

Anthony blinked a couple of times. “What?”

“And that taught me something,” you said, nodding to yourself. “Just as I told Marie, sometimes your love with a person doesn’t end in matrimony because you’re not meant to be, and sometimes it’s because he’s an insane person who apparently likes to kill all the dinner guests with a bolt and set the house on fire. Fate is indeed mysterious.”

“Y/N, what—”

“Anyway, I’d better go back to the ballroom, I want to make sure they’re putting the correct napkins on the tablecloths,” you said and stood on your tiptoes, then pressed a kiss on Anthony’s cheek. “I’ll see you all later!”

With that you walked out of the drawing room, leaving them there completely dumbfounded.

The next day, until it was time for you to go to the Bridgerton house to get ready, you could hardly focus on anything. You were so excited that you feared you would faint before you could even go downstairs for the ball. The music from the ballroom could already be heard in the room you were in, and you knew that the guests were slowly arriving so it meant you and Anthony would join them downstairs soon.

Your engagement ball gown was made in soft light pink, the same shade as you had worn on the first time you and Anthony had talked on the bridge –the time he had realized his feelings for you, as you had heard him admit to his mother.

But this one was much prettier than that gown.

The bodice of the dress was embroidered in silver scales, with the cleavage part glowing against your skin. The skirts of the gown had sparkling light blue and silver flakes that shone through every time you moved, almost a trick of light in pale pink silk.

You had asked the modiste to use sirens as an inspiration for your dress but even you hadn’t expected it to look this good.

“If I didn’t know what your wedding gown looked like, I would say this is the most beautiful gown I’ve ever seen,” Lucie said as she worked on your hair. “So I’ll just say it’s the second most beautiful gown I’ve ever seen.”

You let out a giggle and found her eyes in the mirror.

“I’m glad you’re going to be there as well,” you said, and she tilted her head at you.

“I would never miss it,” she said. “I’m so excited for you, and God knows after everything you two have been through, you deserve such happiness.”

“I’m happy beyond words,” You beamed at her. “And I really hope everything goes well tonight.”

“I’m sure it will.”

“Lady Whistledown wrote about tonight,” you said. “If anything goes wrong…”

“Nothing will go wrong,” she assured you as she finished your hair and grabbed the necklace and the earrings you had picked for tonight, then put them on you. “Don’t even worry about it.”

“Lucie, do you think—” you started but you were cut off when you heard a knock on the door.

“Come in!”

The door opened and revealed Anthony standing by the doorframe, making your breath hitch up in your throat. He looked absolutely irresistible, so much that you had to force yourself not to run to his arms even though the urge was strong. He seemed almost dazed by the sight of you and he let out a breath, then stepped inside.

“Wow.”

You gave him a bright smile and stole a look at Lucie.

“Lucie do you mind giving us a moment?”

She dropped a curtsy then walked out of the room, closing the door behind her and you giggled, fixing the skirts of your gown.

“So you like it then?” you asked, bouncing on the balls of your feet and an affectionate smile curled his lips as he stepped closer to you.

“You are breathtaking darling.”

You bit down on a smile.

“So are you,” you managed to say, your cheeks burning and that mischievous light crossed his dark eyes again.

“I would change one thing though,” he said, nodding at your gown and your head shot up, your heart dropping to your stomach.

“What do you mean?”

“Instead of that necklace, maybe…” he trailed off and reached into his jacket’s inner pocket to pull out a rectangular velvet box. “You’d like to wear this?”

A bright smile lit up your face and you took a step towards him as he opened the box so that you could see what was inside, and as soon as you did, your jaw dropped, an exhale leaving your lips. The necklace inside was so gorgeous that you could swear you had stopped breathing for a moment, looking at the pear shaped diamonds going all the way around the delicate chain, shining under the candlelight.

“Oh my God it’s so beautiful…” you whispered before looking up at him. “Would you help me put it on please?”

You turned around so that you would be facing the mirror and he stepped behind you, unclasping the necklace you were wearing before placing it on the vanity. You could feel the warmth of his body behind yours, almost taunting you and you looked down as he put the necklace around your neck, your hand shooting up to touch the diamond between your collarbones. You swallowed thickly as his fingertips brushed over the nape of your neck and he dipped his head, his lips finding your pulse point before he took a deep breath, inhaling your scent.

The desire hit you so hard that for a moment it felt as if all the air in the room had disappeared. Your eyes fluttered close as he nuzzled into your neck, sending fire through your veins and you attempted to turn in his embrace so that you could kiss him but his arm around you tightened, preventing you from moving an inch, making you open your eyes again.

“Don’t,” his voice was a low murmur, his warm breath on the shell of your ear, his other hand caressing the sensitive skin of your bare neck. You pulled your brows together, trying your hardest to focus but somehow, your mind felt all fuzzy, as if you were looking at everything through a fog.

“Why not?” you managed to ask, your question coming out as a raspy whine and he chuckled.

“Because, my sweet siren,” he murmured, “If I so much as feel your lips against mine, I will carry you to that bed right there.”

You were almost glad that he was holding you so tight, because your legs felt way too weak to carry you as you leaned back against him, digging your fingernails over his forearm.

“And if that happens, I will keep you there until you forget about the ball downstairs,” he said, his words making you feel as if your whole face was on fire. You bit down on your bottom lip but he tut tutted, his thumb tracing over your lip before pressing down gently so that he could pull it free of your teeth. “And we will not be leaving this room until you’re thoroughly satisfied and completely mine.”

There was a coil at the pit of your stomach, getting tighter and tighter with his words and your eyes fluttered close again, a soft exhale leaving your lips as he pressed a kiss on the column of your neck, but before he could say anything else, the knock on the door snapped you out of your haze, making you jump.

“My lord, Lord Westcliff is looking for you,” Lucie’s voice reached inside and Anthony dropped his head to your shoulder, taking a deep breath like trying to pull himself together before he straightened his back. A whine escaped from you as he pulled back and he chuckled, kissing on top of your head.

“I’ll be by the stairs,” he murmured. “Join me when you’re ready, Viscountess.”

With that, he walked out of the room and Lucie stepped inside, then tilted her head.

“My lady?”

You tried to catch your breath and leaned a hand over the vanity to make sure you wouldn’t fall down as soon as you took a step. Your head was spinning, the desire that was pulsing through you was so strong that for a moment you couldn’t even focus on anything else. You shook your head and rushed to the window to open it wide, the cool air helping you just a little with the fire burning your face and your whole body.

“I’m fine,” you said. “I’m just—I feel—”

You couldn’t even put it into words. All you knew was that all of a sudden, you couldn’t care less about the ball happening downstairs, not when…

Not when he was talking to you like that.

You licked your lips and cleared your throat, then turned to Lucie before you fixed the skirts of your gown.

“I’m alright,” you managed to say, your legs still weak. “I felt lightheaded for a moment, that’s all. We can go.”

You were quite certain that this engagement ball would be talked about tomorrow among the ton, along with on Lady Whistledown’s paper. Lady Danbury and Lady Bridgerton had both complimented you and the ball and the guests looked like they were having a lot of fun. After your opening dance with Anthony –the waltz as he had picked, much to Elias’s protests- the ton had enthusiastically joined you on the dance floor and ever since then, the dance floor hadn’t been empty not even once.

So overall, it looked to be a success.

Not that you could focus on it.

You could still feel his warm breath caressing the shell of your ear, his lips on your neck. It was as if lightning was crackling in your veins, making you crave more of his touch until you couldn’t think of anything but him.

You knew you were supposed to enjoy it, it was your engagement ball after all and you had always dreamed of this moment but now, all you wanted was to be back in your room with him, alone.

“I must admit, your love story was one of the main things I was looking forward to see whenever I picked up Whistledown this whole season,” Lady Bolton’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you managed to smile at her.

“Oh is that right?”

“Absolutely!” she said and turned to the rest of the small group around you, “I even told my sister when Whistledown first mentioned you, I said, you will see Maggie, every season there is a couple…”

The rest of her sentence disappeared in the chatter as your glances drifted off to Anthony with a couple of his peers, talking and sipping their drinks. He chuckled at something a lord said and his eyes met yours, his gaze turning soft as he slightly raised his glass at you. You smiled, raising your glass back and tried to focus on the conversation.

“What was it she called you? The nymph and the rake?”

“Now that you mentioned it,” Lady Bolton said, “Have you read Mr. Sinclair’s new poem? I mean, the metaphors alone…”

“Excuse me ladies,” you said in a haste and walked away from them, your eyes catching the sight of Elias and Cece dancing. You smiled softly and waved at your father and Aunt Lavinia, but before you could approach them, a familiar face caught your attention and you changed your direction, then approached Jane Longmore who seemed to be stealing glances at Mr. Sinclair who was having a conversation with a man.

“Jane,” you said and she turned around and gasped.

“Lady Y/N, hello. Congratulations!”

“Thank you—and there’s no need for titles,” you waved a hand in the air. “Could I borrow you for a moment? There’s someone I wish to introduce you to.”

“Of course, who?”

“Mr. Sinclair.”

She gasped, her eyes widening and she shook her head. “Lady Y/N, I cannot.”

“Why not?” you asked. “You said you admired his art, the least we can do is let him know about it. Poets love praise, everyone knows that. Perhaps you can be his inspiration for his next poem.”

“A talented artist such as himself would never look my way,” she whispered and you tilted your head.

“Jane, I have a gift in matchmaking,” you said as you linked your arm with hers and you both started walking in the ballroom. “I have successfully brought six couples together, and after Cece and Elias I was so consumed by my own love story that I could barely pay attention to other potential couples who are waiting to fall in love.”

“But me and Mr. Sinclair—”

“Would make a lovely couple,” you finished her sentence for her. “Do you have a name on your dance card for the next dance?”

“No.”

“Wonderful,” you said and you and she approached Mr. Sinclair, and the moment he saw you, he bowed his head.

“Lady Y/N,” he said. “My lady, though attending your engagement ball is heavy on my heart, your beauty inspires my soul.”

“Mr. Sinclair,” you greeted him back with a smile. “Your talent is a blessing, and I would say that I am the biggest admirer of your lines, but I know a lost battle when I see one.”

“My lady?”

“My friend Jane triumphed me on that front I’m afraid,” you motioned at her. “Jane Longmore, Mr. Sinclair, our genius poet. Mr. Sinclair, this is my friend Miss Jane, the biggest admirer of your art.”

Jane sunk into a curtsy. “My lord.”

“My lady.” Mr. Sinclair greeted her.

“She says she—” you paused to fan yourself with your hand. “Oh my goodness, I should have brought my fan with me—Jane, may I borrow your dance card?”

“Of course!”

You took it from her and smiled at Mr. Sinclair.

“Mr. Sinclair, Jane was just telling me how she enjoyed that poetry reading at your house immensely,” you said. “But she is curious about the creative process of who she calls the master of poetry.”

Mr. Sinclair looked almost abashed before smiling at her. “Oh I wouldn’t call myself a master of poetry, my lady.”

“I—I enjoy your lines much more than any other poet’s, Mr. Sinclair,” Jane stammered. “If I…I mean, not that art could ever be compared but I think Lord Byron could learn a thing or two from you.”

Mr Sinclair’s smile widened. “Oh I am honored that you think that, my lady.”

You bit down on your grin and dropped her dance card right at Mr. Sinclair’s feet, gasping.

“Oh, my apologies!” you said. “Excitement of this night appears to make me clumsy.”

Jane took a step to grab it off the floor but you elbowed her on the ribs as Mr. Sinclair bent down to get the dance card off the floor, and stole a look at the card before turning to Jane.

“I couldn’t help but notice that your dance card is empty for the next dance,” he said. “Could I have the next dance, my lady?”

Voila.

“It’d be my pleasure, Mr. Sinclair.” Jane said, almost breathlessly and you cleared your throat.

“Well, I’d better greet the other guests,” you said. “I hope you have a wonderful time, Mr. Sinclair. Jane.”

You walked away from them and made your way to the small group by the corner consisting of Hugh, Kenneth, Iona and Lucie.

“I’m a genius,” you announced as soon as you reached them and Kenneth let out a laugh.

“Hello to you too.”

“Lucie, are you having fun?”

“I love it here, my lady.”

“Iona?”

“I enjoy it so much!”

“And you two?” you motioned at Kenneth and Hugh, and Kenneth shrugged his shoulders.

“I can stand it.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment to my hostess skills—” you started and looked over your shoulder when someone touched the small of your back, a smile curling your lips immediately.

“Hello mon amour,” you said and Anthony lifted your hand to press a kiss on your knuckles, making you giggle.

“Hello darling,” he said. “I cannot listen to Audley any longer I swear to God...”

“How many dances is your brother going to have with my sister, do you think?” Hugh asked and you tilted your head at him.

“They’re married Hugh.”

“Don’t remind me,” he told you. “But before I forget, congratulations on the ball. Everyone is having fun.”

“Everyone but you two?”

“I just don’t like dances, don’t take it personally,” Kenneth said and Hugh grinned.

“So can I dance with the bride?” he asked. “Seems only fair, since we can no longer marry.”

You giggled while Anthony frowned. “What?”

“Yes you may, and I’m glad you said no before,” you told Hugh. “You know, true love and all that.”

“What is happening?”

“We were technically engaged for about thirty seconds.”

Anthony’s frown deepened. “I’m sorry?”

“She asked me to marry her.”

“I did!” you said and Anthony’s jaw dropped.

“Wh—you asked him?!”

“Yes I did.”

“Times are changing Bridgerton,” Hugh stated. “Get with the future.”

“He has a point Anthony.”

“When did this happen exactly?” Anthony asked and you shrugged your shoulders.

“At Stormview. After Mr. Sinclair proposed, I proposed to Hugh but he said no.”

“I knew I couldn’t stand in the way of true love,” Hugh motioned between you two with a smile. “That, and many other reasons.”

“You two are joking, right?”

“They’re not,” Kenneth said. “I was in the room.”

“Yes and we— oh I need to greet Daphne and Simon,” you said as soon as you caught the sight of them and Anthony cleared his throat.

“Come on,” he said, grabbing you by the wrist to pull you away from Kenneth and Hugh, but instead of going to Daphne and Simon, he pulled you out of the ballroom to an empty hallway, making you look back in confusion.

“I thought we were going to—” you started but were cut off when he pressed you back to the wall to keep you both out of sight, making you giggle.

“It’s almost as if you want a scandal!”

“Please tell me you weren’t serious back there.”

You rolled your eyes at him and grinned.

“It was just a joke when I proposed,” you said. “Of course he didn’t take it seriously, and neither should you. You have no reason to worry, my heart is completely yours.”

Anthony heaved a sigh.

“I just don’t like him,” he said, “Around you.”

“But mon amour, surely you know I love you,” you said, making him smile softly. “Besides, if it’ll put your heart at ease, he has never looked at me that way just like I didn’t look at him that way. His interest is fully on someone else.”

“What do you mean?”

“He has a lover,” you managed to say with a shrug of your shoulders. “Can we go back now?”

He tilted his head. “Why the haste?”

“Because I—” you stammered. “I’m supposed to focus on the ball tonight, it’s our engagement ball after all, but I…I can’t when you…”

You trailed off, your voice getting quieter but judging by the arrogant smirk pulling at his lips, he knew exactly what you were talking about.

“When I do what?” he asked and you shot him a look.

“You know what,” you mumbled and he hummed, that mischievous light playing in his eyes as he pinched your chin between his thumb and pointer to tilt your head up.

“What, my sweeting?”

“…When you kiss me,” you said, your voice almost inaudible with the music coming from the ballroom and he raised his brows.

“I don’t think I kissed you today,” he said, almost taunting you before he leaned in slightly, making your eyes flutter close. “Did I?”

“No,” you said as you opened your eyes to look up at him, your lips pulled into a petulant pout. “You didn’t.”

“And do you want me to?”

You nodded but he dragged his knuckles over your cheekbone, waking fire under his touch.

“Words, my love.”

“…Yes,” you managed to breathe out, making him smile before he dipped his head to claim your lips in a kiss, causing your breath to hitch in your throat.

You were beginning to think that a mere kiss from him was enough to melt your heart inside your chest. He wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you to himself, pressing your body against his and you stood on your tiptoes, resting a hand over his chest, feeling his fast heartbeat underneath your palm. A small whine climbed up your throat when he pulled back, making him chuckle before he pecked you on the lips softly, and you opened your eyes, trying to catch your breath.

“Do we have to go back?” you asked him and he shot you a smirk.

“Wasn’t that what you wanted?”

“Not anymore,” you said, coaxing another chuckle from him as he pressed his lips on your temple, then stepped back.

“Patience.”

“But you’re doing this on purpose!” you insisted, sulking and he winked at you.

“Yes I am,” he stated and offered you his arm. “Shall we?”

You huffed out and fixed your hair before adjusting the skirts of your dress.

“I shall get my revenge, you know.”

“Oh I don’t doubt it,” he said. “I learned not to bet against you a long time ago.”

A smile curled your lips before you let out a giggle.

“Very well,” you said as you took his arm. “We’d better go and enjoy our engagement ball before someone sees us and a scandal breaks out.”

He grinned at you and lifted your hand to kiss your palm, then led you back to the ballroom with your heart still beating in your ears.

Chapter 38

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Is it possible to have a fluffy Sakura idol smut?

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Kinktober 2022 Week 4 - Foodplay

Le sserafim's Miyawaki Sakura x Male Reader Smut

6700 words

Categories: fiancé!Sakura, foodplay, oral, nipple play, strawberry ice cream

Is it an advantage that I came back from the US today so it's technically still October for my jetlagged mind? Lol.

No idea if this is any good. I like it, though.

"Hi, baby!"

Pet names are a turn-off for you, if you were to be honest. They just feel forced. You've always had the notion that couples who do that are simply doing so for show. It's easy to assume that when all your friends started to get their own girlfriends at an early age, and paraded it around you like a damned posy. Hi, babe! No, babe! Thanks, love! Your ears burned with annoyance (and maybe with a little awkward jealousy) everytime.

The tables have turned over the years, though, all because of Sakura. With her, it's.... different. It feels different.

You catch the sweet nicknames slipping from your mouth whenever you're with her without even consciously deciding to say them beforehand. It feels natural. Easy. Nothing out of the ordinary.

It feels real.

Your girlfriend—(oh wait, fiancé, you correct yourself, with much pleasure as you glance at the gold engagement ring around her ring finger)—is a beauty even through a screen and with the relative darkness of her apartment. You let your eyes take pleasure in observing the color like that of dark honey following the curls of her hair, the slope of her perfect nose, and her round, happy eyes. Now you understand how her fans fell in love with her, although most have never met her.

Sakura smiles that perfect first-love smile of hers. She's lying on her stomach in bed. One of her hands is left to play alone with the white duvet because the other is raising a pointer against her lips. "Shhh, some stalkers might be listening. You know how it is with crazy fans these days."

You pout exaggeratedly, although you weren't hurt by her reason. It's perfectly rational. Too many cases of celebrity doxxing in this age by people with misplaced grudges. You don't want to accidentally ruin Sakura's reputation when her career is at its peak.

"Awww, are you ashamed of me, Saku-chan?" you ask. You watch her giggling reaction, even when the halls of the building start to curve. It doesn't matter; you know the building map by heart. "'Le Sserafim Sakura Caught with Loser and Lesser Boyfriend'! Oh, just imagine the headlines."

Sakura's eyebrows knot together then release their tension immediately, the way they do when she gets trapped in a bout of laughter. She slams her hands on the mattress in mock frustration. "Okay, first of all, you're my fiancè. And second, of course you're not a loser! You know I love you more than my entire career. You are more important than it—or anything else."

You roll your eyes playfully and theatrically look away to hide the red in your cheeks. You don't know how you become such a schoolgirl in love when Sakura says such cute things. One "I love you" from her, and you're a blushing mess. Oh, and don't forget "But pleaaaseee, oppa!". God, that just ruins you.

But you can't exactly put all the blame on yourself. In the dynamic of your relationship, Sakura is the better one with her words. That is why she's Le Sserafim's co-leader, after all, standing beside Kim Chaewon when she needs it. Her intelligence and natural charisma are one-of-a-kind talents by themselves.

"Oh, stop the sweet nothings."

You get inside the elevator the moment its gray metal doors part. You arrived here just in time. What's even more perfect is that you're alone, meaning you can talk to Sakura freely without worrying about your relationship being found out.

The mini screen just below the mirror ceiling spells out "10" in red, cyber font. Only nine floors to go and you're at your destination. Somehow the font reminds you of the one in Æspa's Girls music video. Next level.

You laugh at your own pun. Sakura would pretend to throw up if you said it to her. You would have liked to do that, anyway, but you do not want to hint at then potentially ruin the surprise you have for her.

"How's everything going, Kkura? With that situation and all?"

Sakura knows what you mean by the stressed word, and her features immediately show a sudden onset stress of their own. The smile has disappeared from her face. Sakura lets out a loud sigh and shakes her head, resting her temple against her propped hand.

"Oh god, baby, it's all so fucking awful," she complains. "I don't even know how Chaewon deals with it. We all had a meeting together, in the... the... what's the Korean word for that again? The goddamned pri—"

That's where your use comes in as a trilingual boyfriend. "Private room? The private meeting room?" you pipe in.

"Yeah! That's what it is. It's only for super important meetings, like only the CEO and his colleagues go there. But he called for us in there, and said that her contract was exterminated."

"That's a good thing, isn't it? But why did they only do that now?"

"I really don't get it. It's an exclusive contract. It's easier to end it more than people think. But they waited for..." Sakura shakes her head, sighing heavily. "No, I'm sorry. I'm getting ahead of myself, aren't I?"

No matter how angry she gets, Sakura knows when to keep herself in check. That's how she makes sure to never start spewing too much emotion-slurred nonsense. It's a remarkable trait of hers, but sometimes you wish that she expresses her feelings more, without the fear of hurting anyone else's.

Out of all the people in this world, Miyawaki Sakura deserves the freedom to her own thoughts and emotions the most. And you stand by that.

"No, no, it's perfectly reasonable," you console her. Dash a look at the mini screen again—12th floor—before you return your focus to your fiancé. "I mean, you and Chaewon worked so hard for this. You have the right to be angry more than anyone else. I mean, I would be, too."

Over the past few weeks, after much questioning, Sakura had hesitantly expressed her concerns to you about the conflicts in the group caused by the scandals her co-member had. It turned out that she had bullied quite a number of people during her middle school days, and they are finally starting to speak up. Worst of all, Hybe is doing a shitty job of lying about it. For a big company, they are sadly incompetent.

It was even more painful for her since the both of you were apart. She was in the final stages of preparation for her debut, so she had to commit a lot of time for practice. "I want to show people a better Miyawaki Sakura," she had once stressed to you. "The one who grew stronger and improved in all aspects."

"And they will see that woman the moment you get on stage" was your reply. "Just trust me. They will be so proud of you."

You weren't able to console her and give advice in person, so you had resorted to text messages reminding her to eat and to rest. You hoped that your love was clear as glass through the little things you do, even if it was mostly virtual.

Now that the contract is invalid, Sakura is in a confusing state of relief and panic. It's an odd feeling to have both positive and negative emotions, two polar opposite senses, merge together like that. And it isn't a pretty thing to feel at all, you are sure of that. You've seen the way it affected her—the five anxious voice messages sent to you in a span of three minutes, her lack of appetite, and the guilt. The guilt of feeling happy now that her member was kicked out, even if she had wronged her in the first place.

"I'm so fucking scared, babe," says Sakura sadly. She runs her fingers through her hair, then props her chin back on the center of her palm. "I have everything I dreamed of, but having it is harder than I thought it would be."

"Don't stress it too much. It's over, and people will still support you. And so will the girls. How are they treating the situation?"

"Oh, Chaewon was very formal about it, but you can tell part of her was happy it was over. Kazuha was an angel to her, as she usually is. Yunjin took it a little harsher."

You smile. Yunjin is the feistiest out of the five. She was on Produce 48 with Sakura, and towers over her like the animal she is often associated with: a giraffe. Sakura likes to retell her funny moments to you, and even introduced her to you once. It was interesting, to say the least:

"He's just a friend, Yunjin," Sakura had purposefully misinformed her, when Yunjin asked about you. Even around her members, she still had to keep it on the hush, so you nodded along with her.

Yunjin had looked at Sakura, back at you again, then at the arm you had wrapped around Sakura's waist. She raised both of her dark eyebrows amusedly and said, "Good fucking luck with that much denial."

Now you gaze at Sakura's stressed face, and think of how much she's been through. From giving her all in the Japanese industry, to travelling to Korea to pursue bigger opportunities, and now: with a beauty line of her own, ambassadors for many respected brands, and the center of K-pop's rising star group. Sakura is a visionary; she writes an ideal future in her mind and works hard to make it come to life. In spite of the mess of the scandal and the disbandment of IZ*ONE, she is still standing strong, if not stronger than ever.

You count off the floors left in your head. 13. 14. 15. Should you reveal your big surprise now? Probably. But what if it's mediocre to her? Or disappointing? Maybe you should have bought her more than ice cream and got an expensive bag for her instead, just like her brands do.

But you aren't a brand. You're her fiancé. A non-celebrity one who doesn't exactly have that much wealth in life compared to the more handsome drama actors and famous male idols. You're just... a guy. Some lame, unknown guy.

And Sakura is... well, everything. She's pretty, she's kind, and worked hard for everything she has now. She's more successful than you and probably two classes higher. Maybe she'll become used to the wealthier things in life, and find your little gifts the way they are: little.

Just thinking about it makes your heart ache anxiously. You want to make Sakura happy. Will just you succeed in doing that by simply being there?

"Well, if it makes you feel better...." you begin, tapping your foot on the smooth floor of the elevator.

"Yes?" Sakura's big eyes show a new curiosity.

17. 18... 19! "I—I have a surprise for you."

Sakura's adorable face scrunches up in confusion. She spends her time thinking while you use it to quickly pace to her apartment once the elevator doors open. The fragrant scent of the building fills your nostrils.

"Oppa?" Sakura frowns. "Is this another one of your pranks? 'Cause I'm not falling for it."

You smile. "No, Sakura, I'm not joking."

"Prove it."

Her response is the key to the surprise. You walk faster until the familiar dark door with the numbers "720" comes in your path. You've only been away for weeks yet her door is already scratched. You suppose it's the doing of one of the girls' dogs. The claw prints are harshly imprinted, almost creating a worrying hole. Remind yourself to ask her about what happened to it and offer to fix it for her.

You give the wood three quick knocks. "Open the door and see for yourself," you answer simply.

In the screen, Sakura turns back to gaze at it. "Wait, babe, I'll call you back. Someone's at the..."

The realization takes a while to settle in. She has obviously caught the coincidences, and is now aware that something odd is going on. But then she peers at you in the video call more closely, and catches the familiar color of the paint on the wall in your background and the same echoes on the door.

Her jaw drops.

She quickly drops the call too and throws the door open. Now, you are seeing her in the flesh. Miyawaki Sakura as she is, the real her.

Her first instinct is to squeal.

Sakura jumps up and down and leaps at you. You almost drop the ice cream pints as you seal your arms around her, deafening her screams of joy into your sweater.

The smile settles back in your face. You did it.

"Oppaaa, you clever little sneak!" Sakura scolds you lovingly. She encases the sides of your face with her hands and kisses you all over.

"Hello to you, too, Saku-chan," you tell her amusedly. The feeling of her lips on your skin is something that you missed more than you thought. "I missed you."

Sakura gives you a final kiss on your mouth with a large, cheeky smile. "Of course you did."

"You're right. Biggest understatement of the year, next to the headlines that are always trending: 'Sakura is so pretty', 'Sakura is so hardworking', and 'Sa—"

"You're such a jerk!"

In a fit of giggles, Sakura pushes you down to her bed. To show she means no harm, she climbs on top of you and showers you with so many kisses that you're breathless. It starts out on your nose, then descends to your chin, and spreads on every inch of your face. She roughly kisses your cheeks and forehead. Her chapstick lightly stains your skin, but that's no big matter. They smell as good as they taste, and you learned that the best way possible.

Wink.

You allow her to kiss you as many times as she likes, one for every cursed second you weren't together. And it feels so euphoric, so good to have someone who loves you just as much as you love her. Who cares for you with the same inordinate amount you do for her.

"Her" is Miyawaki Sakura. And it was, is, and will always be her, unchanging and eternal. Not without pain, of course, but with a love that outweighs itqq.

"You missed me so much, too, don't deny it," you chide Sakura in that easy-going, teasing manner you two take on. Despite your relationship having turned up a notch all those years ago, the friendliness never went away. It was realizing that Sakura was the best friend you wanted to see beside you in bed everytime you wake up was how you came to the decision to propose to her.

"Fine, I‐I guess I did." Sakura finally stops denying it. She rolls her eyes again. She does that so often with you that you're surprised that her pupils have always gone back in their place.

She stops her kissing to hold you in her gaze. Her hand softly caresses the side of your face while she watches you grin at her from below. And you can't stop thinking about how utterly beautiful she looks from this angle. Her eyes hold so much tenderness that it makes you feel weak. Her hair frames her pretty face so perfectly. Plus, she's looking at you so prettily, (how can anyone look so beautiful just doing nothing?!). Fingertips in between her smiling lips, her slightly lowered eyelids, and even the way she flutters her eyelashes as she mutually observes you... you want to thank everything and everyone which caused and led up to the moment of you having the greatest opportunity to meet this beautiful girl with a heart of gold.

"Say it then," you tell her.

"No. I don't want to inflate that pathetic ego of yours any further."

"Come on, Saku-chan," you plead. You flash her a pout that would have looked good on anyone excepting you and try to mimic the way she flutters her eyelashes. "Please? For me?"

"Alright, fine. I missed... y-you—"

Perfect timing to slowly return the kisses she smothered you with. Lift yourself in order to press your lips to the skin below her mouth. Sakura stops speaking in surprise, but she gasps a little when you kiss her on the mouth firmly. It's such an adorable sound, a whimpery one, that you kiss her again in hopes of hearing a repetition of it.

No, you do not hear it again. But instead, you are granted an even better sound: a soft moan.

Sakura is truly like a cat; she leans the side of her face heavily against your hand, her quiet words of gratification coming out as sexy purrs instead of at the volume she intended for them. Your thumb stops at her bottom lip, playing with it, marvelling at the softness beneath the gloss.

You kiss her again. And again. And again.

"Oh god." Sakura takes a breather, pausing in the middle of the make-out session. She gives you an amused look despite her messy hair and flushed cheeks. "You just came here and we're already gonna have sex?"

"Who said we're gonna have sex?"

"Well, for one, your dick," Sakura fires back wittily. Her hand cups your obvious bulge. You shudder in pleasure. "And your fingers in my mouth." She sucks on them sensually, with her eyes remaining on you, making your heart skip a beat or two. "If you want to fuck me, you can just say it, you know."

You mumble out a quiet curse. Sakura starts to move her body against yours. It's a mind-numbing situation, so much that Sakura suggestively feeling your bulge and her tight small body moving sensually is a wary dream. Not to mention how good she looks in the oversized shirt she borrowed from you, even if it is safely casual. Sakura knows who and what she is, and she isn't one to slack in using it to her advantage.

Well, it was you who initiated anyway. And now you feel warm; Sakura is still performing her advances towards you, only now with a bit more determination. She straddles your throbbing erection daringly, so that it's directly pressed to her center, and you can feel how wet she is with just an upwards shift.

"Fuck, Kkura," you groan a little. It's embarrassing how hot you feel right now. Your clothes aren't even off yet!

"I want it so bad right now, baby," she complains softly. She grinds her hips to and fro, lightly bouncing as if she were actually riding you. "Do you know how many times I wanted to masturbate in the dorms, but I couldn't because of all the practices? Fuck, I can't even count it on my fingers."

You envision a sexually frustrated Sakura and become even more so yourself. The pictures running through your mind right now, of her rubbing her legs together as she practices to hold herself back, are anything but holy. "Have at it, then," you say.

"But..."

"What?"

"What about the ice cream?" Sakura asks.

You raise your eyebrows, then glance at the direction where Sakura's pointer is. Oh, right, the two pints still stand on the computer table where you unconsciously left them. Chocolate and strawberry, with your names in marker written on the lids. Sakura's is written with a "<3" at the end.

"Should we put them in the fridge?" Sakura asks.

Your mind strays a little too far that the smile you make is purely impulsive lust. "No, I have a better idea."

You flip the positions as fast as lightning. The pillows and mattress soften her fall. Give her one quick "I'll be back" kiss then collect the strawberry ice cream pint. The lid easily slides off. It has a small spoon taped beneath it, which you take as well.

You lift Sakura's shirt over her head. She helps you out, curious to see what you'd do. Then—

"Ohhhh, it's so cold."

Sakura tears at the blankets and sighs loudly. Strawberry ice cream paints her breasts. The cream covers her equally pink nipples and the roundness of her tits. And you have to admit that you're a genius with this idea. Sakura looks so hot lewdly gasping, with her painfully erect nipples topped with ice cream and her stomach twitching under your kisses.

You can't hold back anymore. You dive into her breasts. Your lips latch onto her nipples and suck on them with gusto. As expected, the ice cream is delicious, but the thing that exceeds its deliciousness is Sakura's moans of pleasure. She circles one of her nipples, letting the ice cream swirl on it, as she realizes that, despite it being a little stranger than your usual love-making, it does feel good. More than good, in fact.

"Ahhh, fuck, more... you're so good, baby!"

Her hand slides to the back of your head and clings to your hair. You lick her breast until your saliva has replaced the ice cream spread on the nipple. It's red and sore from your suckling, the same state the second boob is about to be subject to.

You squeeze the cute little tit, cleverly taking advantage of how sensitive Sakura's bosom is. She's sure to be soaked right now; she's sighing heavily, pretty mouth wide open and her eyes closed. So she doesn't see how you lean down very carefully, almost like you were trying not to be caught. How you playfully blow on the sensitive nipple, how you lean in and absolutely ravage it.

She's a sakura cake you can never get enough of. You are high on her sugar, yet you consume of her like she was made from a recipe too excellent for anyone to know. Take frequent licks and sucks at her tits, then taste the sugar on her stomach, while she finds herself addicted to the softness of your mouth.

And the hardness of your cock, too. Soon.

You'll escalate there, you know that. You just have to ease Sakura there with perfect timing.

She has been on the bed for so long, arms and legs spread apart, until her head tips upwards. "Hey...." Sakura pouts at you adorably. "I want some ice cream too."

"Sure." Spoon some of the strawberry delicacy in her mouth. She accepts it gladly. "And I think your thighs want some too, hm?"

"Heyyy, not on the bed- ohhh!"

The milky ice cream drips on her thighs. You quickly drop to your knees and lick the drops off before they can stain the bed. Sakura's thighs quiver with pleasure. Curse the shorts for still being on her so you can't eat her out.

"G-god, babe," Sakura pants. "That felt good but... not on the bed. We all know who does most of the laundry."

"Tsk, fine."

Another spoon of ice cream ends up in Sakura's mouth. You lift her up and kiss her. Her mouth still tastes of ice cream. You let your feet carry her to the kitchen while your mouth busily makes out with Sakura's. She's moaning, grabbing the sides of your face and at your shirt, tugging at its fabric. It's like she's expecting that just one forceful tug can tear it off you, just showing how desperate she is for your touch.

Mount her on the clear kitchen counter. She helps you wriggle off her shorts and unbutton your top. Her hands are messy and uncoordinated, but she truly wants to be the one to give your naked upper body a grand reveal. So, you patiently let her. You know it's the small things like that which make her happy.

Come to think of it, why did you ever doubt about the ice cream knowing Sakura will appreciate any gift? Even with the knowledge that you will forever be more than enough for her, your heart still looks down on your own efforts and self. Your playful attitude is all just a façade.

But she reminds you of your own worth. You see the way her eyes sparkle at your broad shoulders and stomach, and feel the loosening of her tense figure when she melts in your arms. You make her feel safe. Happy. Comfortable. Any adjective in the world that is adjacent to the word "home."

Her home is in your arms. Well, no, not exactly; her home is you.

Vice versa, too, or reverse. Whatever. But in simpler words, it's also the other way around; your home is her.

And what bliss such a beautiful home can give someone. The medium-sized spoon dripping of the ice cream is slipped in between your pair of lips and Sakura's own. You kiss with the utensil in between, and it teaches you to savor the slight touch of her tiers and the sweet milky ice cream from her equally delicious tongue. It's like you're making out with the spoon instead of her, but the two of you know how hot this is making both sides feel, so you go on. No harm in good things, after all.

Withdraw the spoon to scoop more of the ice cream in its mouth. It pours onto Sakura's bare thighs like a pink waterfall. Sakura reacts with a surprised "Mmph! S-so cold! It's all over me!"

"Let me clean it up, then," you offer charmingly.

Your princess allows you to. Your tongue connects with her thighs and catches the dripping strawberry expertly. Her gasp trembles with pleasure and surprise, and you calm her down with a quick kiss on the inner sides, but not slow enough to miss the drop of ice cream on the other thigh. You give it the same loving treatment as you caress the unkissed one, occasionally letting your hand grip and spank Sakura's butt. The flesh ripples beneath your palm.

"Please just eat me, baby," Sakura pleads. "Make me feel good."

You can never withhold anything from her. You give in, and find that her pussy is even more delicious than the ice cream. It's thoroughly wet, and you have to pull her closer to your mouth to prevent any drop from escaping your lips. But the gush of juices is inevitable when you draw it out by sucking on her "button." Sakura lifts her hips gladly and grinds her center more in your mouth.

"Oh god, yes, please. Yes, please please please, oppa, thank you! "

It amuses you how her orgasm doesn't take away her manners. You lick sharply at her tightening walls to draw it out of her. Her sweet taste fills your mouth and makes your head dizzy so that you can think of nothing but Sakura mewling and whimpering on the counter because of you. Her scent is so alluring; you drive your tongue deeper so it invades your welcoming nostrils. Sakura screams in delight.

"God, yes!" Sakura's fingers seal tighter around the edge of the counter. Her eyes are closed, and she's mindlessly mumbling while your stressed eating continues. "Yes, thank you, baby. Please, please lick me like that... don't stop..."

"Kkura-chan is so needy," you taunt her lovingly. Draw yourself back from her vagina to take a breather, then kiss the pulsing nub just a little above her slit. "You must have really missed me, didn't you?"

"Yes, I did." Sakura sighs at your loving kisses on her thighs and tiny stomach. There's a seldom upward buck that occurs wheneber you graze your lips just right, which you just want to keep drawing out of her. She lies back and gives herself permission to enjoy your lips after your licking returns to her center. "So much. I kept watching porn on my days-off and reading your, ah, messages. I'd touch myself to them, too. But..."

"But what?"

"It wasn't enough. Hmmmm."

Sakura does all the work herself and uses your tongue to rub her clit on. She thoroughly enjoys you performing oral on her; every time is like her first. She's always so sensitive, wet, and extremely needy. Your tongue could do the simplest dip inside her and she'd go ballistic. For example:

" Ffffuck!" Sakura sobs needily. "I can't take it anymore, babe. I need you. Inside me, I don't know if I can bear without you again."

"It's alright. I'm here now, Sakura. We can do whatever you like."

Her sob for you abolishes all plans to tease her more. Sakura is too precious to you; she has been quite lonely without you and another minute that goes without you joining her can and will make her go crazy. You know that since you've experienced it yourself. From the IZ*ONE hiatus and disbandment, to her months of long intense training after signing a contract with Hybe, you soon had a first-name basis with loneliness. And you aren't going to inflict it on either of you now that you are together.

You stand up again and kiss Sakura passionately. Your arms tangle behind the other's back as you try to remain close to her the best you can. Sakura loves tasting herself on your lips; she keeps pulling and pushing you in the midst of your liplocking, even moaning. But that's probably because of your hands groping her ass. Your fingers seek to squeeze and slap their globes as hard as they can, which just make her juices pour more beneath her.

Your cock grinds against her lips. It slides between its wet folds thoroughly, already stimulating you and Sakura as if it were already in. Sakura gives you another rough kiss before she lies back, eyes glued to your sexes joining, as she wiggles her hips in response. Her beautiful eyes do the pleading; she wants you more than anything now, and it would be so cruel not to give in to her pretty self.

So, so cruel. Anyone who doesn't give this beautiful and loving girl anything she likes is surely heartless, because here is Sakura, ready and waiting for you, turned into putty from your mouth and touch. Why leave her hanging? Why leave her unattended to?

So you give in. You give in completely. And it's like divine revelation when you enter her, when the strictness of her walls closes around you for what seems like the first in the longest time and her sobbed pleads turn into a single sharp moan. Suddenly, you understand that you love Sakura more than you thought—for her hardworking attitude, her lips on your shoulder, her eyes directed to yours. For her everything. You realize now how much you wanted and missed her during her training months, and how you might not be able to stand another second without her.

Because she is Sakura. Miyawaki Sakura, the girl you love more than anything.

You make the most out of your time with her. You begin with a few soft pumps, setting the beginning of the ritual. Sakura whines in your neck happily. Despite the speed not being that rapid yet, she enjoys it. She enjoys you taking your sweet time with her, as if time were money and you were the wealthiest man in the world.

Her legs are curled firmly around your waist, reminding you to maintain the gentle pumps for now. You do, and find yourself taking pleasure in the softness of it all. Everyone wants a passionate, rough lovemaking when the doors are closed and the curtains are drawn. However, this relatively slow start isn't too bad either. Maybe it is because you missed Sakura and do not want to arrive too early.

"Mmmm, God," Sakura murmurs. Look to your left shoulder and notice that her eyes are fluttering closed. Wonder if that's from sleepiness or the gratification. "That feels so good. You always, hm, treat me so nicely."

You feel the pride making your smile wider than ever. You bask in it not because of the way you are able to pleasure her, but due to the fact that you make her happy and appreciated. The two things, when compared, can sound a little similar. But you swear on your life that there's a large difference between being glad you are sexually capable and the pride from treating the girl you love with the kind she deserves: one that's as sweet as ice cream.

That reminds you of the pints on the farther side of the counter. They are surely melted now, but you still want to try mixing them with sex. If Sakura is still up for it, obviously.

Try to keep your voice steady as you ask, "Still want to do the ice cream thing?"

Sakura's pants take a while before giving way to her answer: "Yeah, sure."

Take a moment to scoop ice cream in Sakura's mouth. Before the milky substance drips away, you start sucking on her tongue. Sakura makes a surprised but welcoming moan. She grabs your head and pulls you in closer, encouraging you to continue. Your hot mouth drives her on and so do the steady thrusts of your hips.

"Fuck, that's so hot!" Sakura pulls away with a sigh. "C-can you—can you go faster now, please?"

"By all means," you say sweetly. Do so according to her needs, quickening the stamina of your drills and kissing along her jaw, neck and chest. After you finish, you hold her close and place a last one on her forehead.

Sakura trembles in your arms. Her hole tenses at the immediate evolution of the speed. She lets you do the work, allowing herself to receive rather than give like she always has, and only lets out the softest of sighs silenced by her lips pressed to your shoulder. Her nipples poke your own chest and swipe at your skin. Consider breaking the hug to give them deserved pinches, but decide to settle for the embrace the both of you are wrapped like presents in.

"You know I love you, right, Saku-chan?" you ask her. It isn't a rhetorical inquiry; you actually ponder if she does know that you do more than anything. Angle your hips upwards to hit the all-too-familiar perfect spots, and she yelps.

"Hmm, fuck, I know." She looks up at you, large eyes filled with love and pleasure, and rests her forehead against yours. "Do you know that I love you?"

You smile. It has been a long time since you have doubted that, and doing so won't happen again. "Of course. Are you close?"

You seek to help her answer her question with swifter thrusts and gropes. You caress the curves of her butt and thighs, gently urging them to splay wider, and allowing yourself to drill harder. The force makes her release more than a series of sounds. They are borderline screams, and they could have rendered you deaf if you did not want to grasp each word they are stressed as.

"Yes! Fuck, God, yes!" shouts Sakura. And really, even without her clear declaration, you would have known. Her lower body is moving and trembling. She is clinging onto you as if she isn't sure she can catch herself. More importantly, her moans are increasing and decreasing rapidly with both quantity and volume.

"Ah, I am, too, babe. Let's g-get through it together, okay? Holy fuck, you're tight."

"Yes, please cum with me. I love you. I really, really love you. Hnnn, oh—!"

Sakura's orgasm erases any doubt about the severity of her sexual frustration during training. For one, her wet core releases an abnormal amount of girl cum. Her legs trap you in between them and force you to keep the thrusts as deep and hard as possible. And her scream... you know you've really made her climax well when she cannot even stop herself from squealing in Japanese. You drain your own "ice cream" inside the premise of her pussy, knowing that if it were another occasion, she would have liked it in her mouth.

"Oh fuck, oppa," Sakura whimpers. The heat is overwhelming. Her clit prickles and pulses with need as the tiny hole below it spews more cum. "I can't take it, please, it's too strong. It's too—"

"Hey, it's alright," you say quickly, wrapping Sakura in a hug once more. The aftershock of her climax has become too rough for her to handle. Kiss her on her lips lovingly to bring her down from her high. "I'm here. It's over."

"Oh, it was so good, oppa," she moans. She can feel your shaft softening inside her, and the oddly pleasurable sensation of you pulling its limp form out makes her squeeze involuntarily at its departing tip. "I haven't cum like that in months. I can't, it's so..."

"It's okay. Breathe. Calm down for me."

Her walls trap your sensitive cockhead. Now you find yourself unable to calm down. You both have taken and released more than you thought you could. This was your breaking point as well as Sakura's. Something has got to give.

"Kkura," you whimper out. "Let's take this to the bed? Lie down for a bit?"

"Mmm, huh? Sure."

You guess this is the perfect time to practice your bridal-style carrying, for when you and Sakura finally seal for each other. She hums happily and sleepily when you dip her in your arms. Her honey-brown hair swings behind your forearm like a curtain. Maybe it is because the sex was already done, but your eyes automatically go to her beautiful face despite her body in its full naked glory. As you watch her tired eyes monitor your expressions and her pink lips stretch into a cute smile, you realize you wouldn't want any other girl than her.

You lay her on her bed and smile back. "Let's get you dressed up, yeah?"

"I don't feel like it..." Sakura does her best puppy-eye look and pouts. "Can you do it for me, please?"

You already were planning to do it for her even before she asked. The sleeves find their way around her arms naturally. Soon, she's as ready for bed as you are, dressed in a lilac nightdress with a small bow.

"Aren't you going to... you know, clean up?" you ask, grinning a little. You have already gone to the washroom and found yourself a change of pajamas. You even cleaned up and put the remaining ice cream in the freezee. All the while, Sakura remained on the bed.

"Maybe later. It feels really good inside me."

"Ugh, Kkura! TMI!" You cover your ears in mock disgust.

Sakura laughs and laughs till the joke loses its soul. You wouldn't trade that beautiful laugh for anything else, though. Even if it's for a better joke to move on. Love is patient like that.

It's a little while until someone speaks. The blanket is already on top of both of you and Sakura is snuggled beside you like a cat. Her hands do most of the work in resembling paws; they look small and almost tiny under the hems of the sleeves.

She breaks the ice with a more serious tone. "I really, really missed you, you know," she says softly.

You ponder that for a while, not because you're unsure of your response or anything like that, but because you know how much you did, too. There were days lonelier than normal which drove your crazy. What could a text message left unanswered for two days mean? Was Sakura okay? Your worries were endless until you made the decision to visit her after months of it being impossible to even be done as a secret.

"So did I, babe." You mean every word and every syllable that rolls off your tongue. "I love you, you know. I wish we could do this more."

"What? Have sex?" Sakura inquires jokingly.

You, however, are serious. "No, I mean be together. I was always worried about you one way or another. I just wish we could run away together and leave all of this behind. I—I know it's selfish, but—"

"I get it," Sakura says solemnly. "It's alright."

Her last words before she drifts off to sleep makes you wonder even more. But there's still dawn to look forward to in asking her about it.

One thing is clear, though: cherry blossoms are delicious with ice cream.

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Masterlist

Here’s a list with all my works.

Here are the request rules and this is the list of characters I write for

Last updated: 03/04/24

English is not my first language!

600 FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION MASTERLIST

Marvel

~Bucky Barnes

NIGHTMARES

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky is a free man. Free from Hydra and all that they put inside his mind. But that doesn’t mean he’s free from the past. It haunts him in his sleep and everytime he closes his eyes. Luckily he found someone who’s willing to put up with him.

Word count: 4600

Warnings: mentions of nightmares, insecurity, trauma and ptsd, hurt/comfort, mutual pining, angst. Bucky doesn’t think he’s worthy of love. Reader has mental powers. Starts out kinda sad but it ends up being really cute and fluffy in my opinion.

INCOMPLETE

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: When your relationship started to have problems you and Bucky agreed that the best thing to do would be to break up. At the time it had sounded like the only option you had left. But now, several months later, Bucky was beginning to wonder if he had done the right thing because the pain in his heart and the emptiness in his chest only seemed to grow with each passing day.

Word count: 2600+

Warnings: angst (with happy ending), one kinda intense kiss scene, fluff

TENSION

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky has been acting distant and you can’t help but think it’s your fault.

Word count: 1700

Warnings: angst (with happy ending), Bucky is a little harsh on reader, mentions of past trauma (reader’s parents had a shitty toxic relationship)

ENEMIES

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: You and Bucky don’t get along. He hates you from the moment he found out you used to work for Hydra and has no problem showing it. Until one day after an accident on a mission he discovers the truth about your past and realizes that you two aren’t so different after all.

Word count: 5000

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, enemies to friends, Bucky and Steve are mean to the reader, mentions of past trauma (the reader was experimented on and tortured by Hydra kinda like Bucky), reader has powers that allow her to transfer people’s wounds on her own body and heal them using her own vital force, fluff (Bucky it’s a sweetheart in the end)

JEALOUSY

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: An undercover mission in Madripoor of all places leads to rivalry, jealousy and unexpected confessions of love.

Word count: 6700

Warnings: takes place on the events of episode 3 o tfatws, mutual pining, jealousy, Zemo being a little shit, brief mention of reader’s backstory (she worked for a thief and smuggler named Fiona before joining the avengers), reader fake-flirts with Zemo, Bucky and the reader fight and it ends in light smut (just some kisses and over the clothes stuff), fluff

BETWEEN US

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Rogers!Fem!Reader

Summary: Zemo contacts you after escaping from prison because he wants you to help him stop the Power Broker. You thought he was crazy for thinking you would be willing to join him, but when he brought up the fact that it was a dangerous mission you had no choice but to accept his offer. You hated Zemo, but you weren’t willing to lose Bucky. He was the last family you had left.

Word count: 9400

Warnings: established relationship (Bucky and reader are married), angst, reader lies to Bucky, Zemo being a little shit and getting in everybody’s heads, Bucky’s insecurities, ends in fluff. Also reader is Steve’s younger sister and a super soldier

DANCE WITH SOMEBODY

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky dances with you for the first time in 70 years

Word count: 1200

Warnings: pure fluff, mentions of the reader having some kind of healing power, set somewhere after caws so bucky is in control of his body but is having trouble remembering his past

UNDERCOVER TRILOGY MASTERLIST

Summary: Your first mission with the Avengers proves to be more difficult than you expected when you discover you have to go undercover with none other than Bucky Barnes. Spending so much time together posing as an engaged couple leads to the development of feelings that you fear will change your relationship forever.

Series Warnings: slow burn, mutual pining, fake dating, forced proximity (only one bed trope), mentions of the reader being insecure about her body, probably overuse of pet names (doll). Smut, praise kink, body worship, dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, aftercare

ROAD TRIP

Pairings: platonic!Bucky Barnes x Reader, platonic!Steve Rogers x Reader, platonic!Sam Wilson x Reader

Summary: you annoy the shit out of Steve, Sam and Bucky—especially Bucky—during a long road trip.

Word count: 3400

Warnings: crack fic, humor, sharing beds, kinda fluffy

LOSE MYSELF

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky can’t help but fall in love with his new neighbor even though every fiber of his beings tells him to stay away from her.

Word count: 4200

Warnings: song fic, fem reader, written from Bucky’s point of view, angst, mentions of insecurities and trauma (from Bucky’s side), mutual pining kinda, Bucky being a total simp for the reader, fluff

NEW LOVE

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, past Matt Murdock x Female Reader

Summary: after a long day at work all you want to do is curl up on the couch with Bucky and forget about the existence of the outside world. But things get complicated when the past catches up with you, knocking on your door and asking for your help.

Word count: 6600

Warnigs: mentions of the reader being a nurse, jealousy, talks of insecurities, mentions of blood, reader being afraid to love again, angst with a happy ending

BEING HOMESICK AND WATCHING THE WORLD CUP WITH THE AVENGERS HEADCANONS

Pairings: platonical Avengers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky senses that something is wrong with you but you don’t seem ready to talk about it. After watching you closely for a while he discovers that your sadness comes from missing your home country and decides to do something to cheer you up. One day you mention to him how excited you are about the World Cup and that gives Bucky the idea of throwing you a surprise party to watch the last game of the event together. In the midst of the tensions of the game, emotions surface and your feelings for Bucky are exposed in the most unexpected way.

Word count: 6600 total, 3700 (part 1) 2900 (part 2)

UNTITLED SHY!BUCKY X READER

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: lately I can’t stop thinking about Bucky being shy around a girl he likes. The idea of such a tall, strong, imposing man turning into a nervous mess who can’t even look you in the eye drives me crazy. It’s the duality of the toughness of his exterior contrasting against the softness and tenderness of his interior that leaves me screaming, crying and throwing up. So I’m gonna write about it!

Word count: 2400 (This was supposed to be a drabble… ooops)

Warnings: a little angsty but with happy ending

TOUCH

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky was not a fan of physical contact, that was something you knew about him even before you started dating him. What you didn’t know was how incredibly touch starved he was. That is until one lazy Sunday afternoon, when you take your relationship to the next level.

Word count: 4300

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, porn with feelings, dry humping, overstimulation, kinda sub!bucky x gentle dom!reader, touch starved bucky, a little angst (it’s bucky duh), fluff

BREAKFAST IS SERVED

Pairing: Stucky x Female!Reader

Summary: Bucky decides to have you for breakfast. When Steve interrupts you, he asks him to join in and the both of them feast on you {Part 2 of Let Me Help}

Word count: 7800

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, Porn without plot (like there’s literally no plot, just filth), dom!Bucky (trust me, it’s a warning), fingering, edging, oral sex (f & m receiving), penetrative sex, dirty talk, slight degradation/name calling (slut), cum play kinda, praise kink, overstimulation, threesome, fluff at the end. No real Stucky action, just them having their fun with the reader ;) (although Bucky kinda fucks them both in a way👀)

SELF CARE

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader (it can pass as gender neutral I think?)

Summary: Bucky always seemed interested in your skin care routine, so when one day he arrives tired and drained from a mission, you take the opportunity to show him the importance and benefits of self-care.

Word count: 2200

Warnings: established relationship, brief mention to Bucky’s past trauma, a fuck ton of fluff, my little knowledge of skin care lol

~Matt Murdock

GIVE ME LOVE

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: You and Matt have a complicated relationship. You swore you would never see him again. But you were weak and one night, fueled by alcohol, you decided to call him.

Word count: 1400

Warnings: light/implied smut (there’s some kissing and touching but nothing too heavy) so I’ll ask minors to not interact with this

YOU RUINED ME

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Female Reader

Summary: on a cold rainy night Y/N accidentally ends up standing in front of her ex-boyfriend’s house and remembers with sadness the last time she walked through those doors.

Word count: 3800

Warnings: fem reader, emotional infidelity (Matt is still in love with Elektra), breakup, unrequired love (the reader is still in love with Matt, but he has feelings for Elektra). It’s pure sadness with no happy ending

~Peter Parker

FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD SPIDER-MAN

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x Female Reader

Summary: Spider-Man was doing his night patrol when he heard the sobs of a lonely woman sitting on the sidewalk under the rain. He went over to help her, unaware that by doing so he was also helping himself.

Or the one where two lonely souls find comfort in each other.

Word count: 17000 (okay, hear me out! the story is split into parts so you can close it and come back later and you won’t miss anything)

Warnings: this is inspired by some of Peter 3 lines in No Way Home (about how he stopped pulling his punches) so there’s a lot of sadness over Gwen’s death, hurt/comfort, Peter being a flirty bastard, the reader doesn’t know Spider-Man’s identity for the most part, mentions of blood and injuries, Peter being scared of feelings, the reader getting attacked in the streets (but it’s very quick and nothing happens)

ANXIETY

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader (I wrote this with Andrew’s Peter Parker in mind because I’m in my Andrew Garfield era but you can imagine the other Spideys if you want, it’s not too specific)

Summary: Peter comforts you after you had a bad day.

Word count: 1200

Warnings: mentions of anxiety and insecurities (nothing too graphic), Peter being a loving supportive boyfriend. I think that’s all but if I missed anything let me know!

OCEAN EYES

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader.

Summary: Peter is captivated by your blue eyes.

Word count: 1200

Warnings: reader has blue eyes, fluff

~Steve Rogers

WOMAN LIKE ME

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Summary: You had the biggest crush on Steve, but you thought you were too different to work as a couple. Although that didn’t mean you couldn’t have a little fun with him.

Or the one where Steve is shy and you love to tease him.

Word count: 3000

Warnings: shy!steve (he’s so adorable omg), mutual pining, fluff but like a lot of it

ROAD TRIP

Pairings: platonic!Bucky Barnes x Reader, platonic!Steve Rogers x Reader, platonic!Sam Wilson x Reader

Summary: you annoy the shit out of Steve, Sam and Bucky—especially Bucky—during a long road trip.

Word count: 3400

Warnings: crack fic, humor, sharing beds, kinda fluffy

NASTY NAUGHTY BOY

Pairing: Shy!Steve Rogers x Female!Reader

Summary: An undercover mission puts you and Steve in a compromising position that will change your relationship forever.

Word count: 11300

Warnings: Set somewhere after Avengers 1. Shy!Steve, mutual pining, SMUT MINORS DNI, porn with a little plot (not really), dom/sub dynamics (kinda), dom!reader, sub!steve, oral sex (female receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, praise kink, hair pulling, pet names (baby, bad/good boy)

LET ME HELP

Pairing: Pre-Serum!Steve Rogers x Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word count: 2900

Warnings: Set in the 40s (just cause I imagined this with pre-serum steve), SMUT MINORS DNI, inexperienced!steve x softdom!reader, somnophilia kinda so dubcon maybe? (Steve is asleep and the reader rubs against him), handjob, dirty talk, pet names (baby, good boy), there’s literally no plot just smut ;)

BREAKFAST IS SERVED

Pairing: Stucky x Female!Reader

Summary: Bucky decides to have you for breakfast. When Steve interrupts you, he asks him to join in and the both of them feast on you {Part 2 of Let Me Help}

Word count: 7800

~Stephen Strange

EXISTENTIAL CRISIS

Pairing: Platonic!Stephen Strange x gn!Reader

Summary: After Wong sent you and Stephen to investigate the multiverse you begin to worry about the idea that there are thousands of versions of you. Unluckily for Stephen, he is the one who has to endure your existential crisis.

Word count: 1700

Warnings: this is kind of a crack fic so humor, Stephen being annoyed by the reader, chaotic and dumb gn!reader (I think I didn’t use any pronouns or anything like that but if I did let me know so I can change that!), a supernatural reference (if you get it you get a virtual cookie)

DCU

~Clark Kent

IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH

Pairing: Clark Kent x Female Reader

Summary: You’re terrified that your boyfriend Clark —the local superhero and most perfect man on the planet— will see you sick, so you forbid him to visit you while you have a cold. However, when he shows up at your door saying he misses you, he proves that your insecurities were unwarranted.

Word count: 2200

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, reader being a little insecure, hurt/comfort kinda

BREAKFAST IN BED

Pairing: Clark Kent x Female Reader

Summary: Being married to a superhero was bound to have some tough times, you knew that well when you accepted Clark’s marriage proposal. However, the last few months were becoming too difficult for you as he was having trouble balancing his daily life and his responsibilities as Superman. Intentional or not, he was neglecting you and you were getting tired of waking up alone every morning. But just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, Clark surprises you with breakfast in bed and a talk that reminds you why you love him so much.

Word count: 1800

Warnings: a little angst, but mostly fluff

Harry Potter

~James Potter

HAPPILY

Pairing: James Potter x Slytherin!Reader

Summary: Overwhelmed by people’s negative opinions, you begin to think that your relationship with James has no future. However, when you try to break up with him, James reminds you what really matters: your love and happiness.

Word count: 1700

Warnings: a little angst, reader feeling unsure about her relationship with James, mentions of the marauders being not so great to reader (but nothing too bad). It’s mostly fluff (like really fluffy, James is a sweetheart in this)

OOPS

Pairing: James Potter x Female Reader

Summary: You’ve had a crush on James since the first time you saw him but never said anything for fear of being rejected. Until one day you accidentally overheard a conversation between the marauders that changed everything.

Word count: 2700

Warnings: fluff, mutual pining, James is kinda shy on this one, reader has a flirty personality or at least I tried to make her be that way,

DATING JAMES POTTER HEADCANONS

Pariring: James Potter x Female Reader

Summary: a little look into your relationship with James

Word count: 1100

Warnings: fluff, mutual pining, friends to lovers

JUST TO BE CLOSE TO YOU

Pairing: James Potter x Fem!Ravenclaw!Reader

Summary: You tend to James’ wounds after a particularly difficult Quidditch match.

Word count: 1100

Warnings: hurt/comfort, fluff, intense kisses, implied smut. Also I described james’ eyes color as blue because in my head he’s Aaron Taylor-Johnson

~Remus Lupin

ALWAYS

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Female Reader {marauders era}

Summary: After discovering that he is in love with his best friend, Remus does what he does best: run away. Blinded by fear of rejection for his condition, he decides it’s best to push Y/N away before she can hurt him. It’s what he’s done all his life to protect himself from people’s judgment. But after seeing the pain and confusion in the young girl’s eyes Remus begins to wonder if it was really a good idea.

Word count: 5000

Warnings: mentions to insecurities, Remus is afraid of the reader’s reaction to his lycanthropy so he pushes her away and is kinda mean at one pont, angst, hurt/comort, fluff

Stranger Things

~Billy Hargrove

BILLY X DRAMA QUEEN!READER HEADCANONS

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Drama queen!reader

~Eddie Munson

HAIRCUT

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Bored with your looks, you made the impulsive decision to cut your hair yourself in your bathroom at home. When the job is done you’re not so sure you like the end result. But lucky for you, Eddie is there to assure you that you look beautiful.

Word count: 790

Warnings: none, it’s just fluff

~Steve Harrington

STAY

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Henderson!Reader

Summary: After discovering the truth about the Upside Down, Y/N Henderson joins his little brother in the final battle to close the portal and save Hawkins. In doing so, she finds herself teaming up with none other than Steve Harrington of all people and discovers a side of him she didn’t know he had. In the chaos of the battle he brings her comfort and makes her feel safe. That’s why when everything ends she doesn’t want to leave his side. So she does what everyone would do in her situation: invite him to spend the night at her place even though they are not friends.

Word count: 4700

Warnings: nothing I think, it’s just fluff, like really really fluffy. Steve is a sweetheart and comforts Y/N when she’s scared after everything she went through. They share a bed, do I need to say more?

THROUGH THE DARK

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Female!Reader

Summary: Steve gets attacked by Vecna but your voice guides him through the dark.

Word count: 2300

Warnings: SEASON 4 SPOILERS, angst, hurt/comfort, my take on Steve fears/insecurities, fluff

The 100

~Bellamy Blake

JUST FRIENDS

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x Female Reader

Summary: Trapped in space, alone and heartbroken, Bellamy and Y/N find solace in each other. As time passes, feelings begin to flutter between them. The only problem is that everyone seems to notice but them.

Word count: 4000

Warnings: set sometime between season 4 and season 5 (yk when Bellamy and the rest are on space), friends to lovers, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, fluff so much fluff, a little angst (Bellamy and the reader miss their friends on earth)

The Witcher

~Geralt of Rivia

THE PRINCESS AND THE WOLF Part 1

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Female Reader

Summary: A look inside the complicated love story between the runaway princess and the lone wolf that saved her

Word count: 5000

Warnings: fluff, angst, mutual pining, really bittersweet, heavy narration and not much dialogue, female reader (use of she/her pronouns//reader is a princess), mentions of blood and injuries (reader heals Geralt’s wounds)

THE PRINCESS AND THE WOLF Part 2

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Female Reader

Summary: All she wanted was to show Geralt that she could be part of his world, that it was worth putting in the effort to build a future together. He was her true home, the person she belonged to, the one who gave her life purpose, and all she wanted was to share the rest of her life with him. But things were not so simple and the differences that separated them were far too many.

Word count: 15.500

Warnings: fem!reader, fluff, a bit of jealousy and sexual tension, banter, mentions of blood and canon typical violence, angst at the end, my poor knowledge of the saga probably

SECRET ENCOUNTERS

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Female Reader

Summary: They know it’s wrong, but they can’t deny the desire and lust that overcomes them every time they are together.

Word count: 3900

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, porn with a little bit of plot (not really), fingering, penetrative sex, mirror sex, rough sex, size kink, belly bulge, breeding kink, dirty talk, mentions of cheating (reader is engaged), fem reader (she’s a princess)

THE BALLAD OF ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Fem!Nymph!Reader

Summary: Life was good when Geralt was by her side. They were in love and happy… Until they weren’t and she was left alone once again. After spending so much time under his protection, she had forgotten how dangerous the world was for creatures like her. Sad and heartbroken, she was unable to defend herself when the men came for her. Now locked up far away from her forest, she only hoped that her loved protector would come to her rescue.

Word count: 12.700 (it’s a long one)

Warnings: angst (with happy ending), major character death, reader gets imprisoned by a evil dude (I don’t know how to tag this lol but I think it’s important to mention that she’s forced to serve him), fluff (it’s not all sad, I promise), forest nymph!reader

THE CHASE

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Female!Reader

Summary: Geralt always tried to keep the wolf inside him caged in order to control his animalistic impulses, but with you that didn’t seem to be required at all

Word count: 3300

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI! Porn without plot, public sex (technically since they’re in the woods), rough sex, penetrative sex, fear play? (not really, but Geralt does chase the reader through the woods so maybe? adding it just in case!), scent play, size kink, breeding kink, dirty talk, biting (like there’s so much it’s a warning in this fic), fingering, possessiveness, a little fluff at the end, fem!reader

SAFER IN HIS ARMS

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Female!Reader

Summary: Since you were little you always dreamed of meeting a noble and brave knight, falling in love and marrying him to rule your kingdom together until the end of your days. But as you looked around at the men that had come to the banquet to ask for your hand in marriage, it was clear that those dreams were nothing more than a fantasy. Or at least that’s what you thought until fate crossed your path with Geralt of Rivia. The witcher, with his hard expression and cold stare, was the last person anyone would describe as warm or chivalrous. But not you. From the moment you met him, you saw nothing but kindness in his eyes. And when he managed to rescue you from the hands of bandits, you knew that maybe there was still some hope that your fantasy could come true —just maybe not in the way you had always imagined.

Word count: 13500 (not even sorry)

Warnings: hurt/comfort, angst, mentions of sexual assault (nothing happens but if it’s triggering for you I wouldn’t read it), protective!geralt, SMUT MINORS DNI, virgin!reader, inexperienced!reader, loss of virginity (not accurate this is just porn!), dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving), penetrative sex, creampie, aftercare, fluff

Criminal Minds

~Spencer Reid

SLOW HANDS

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Summary: Spencer gets tired of pretending he doesn’t notice the way you look at his hands, so when you show up at his hotel room late at night he decides to ask you about it.

Word count: 6800

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, porn without plot, hand kink, size kink kinda?, praise kink, Dom/sub dynamics (gentle dom Spencer x sub reader), dirty talk, pet names (good girl, baby, dirty little girl, slut), fingering, overstimulation, penetrative sex, choking, slight dacryphilia, a little fluff at the end, female reader, kinda rushed ending

FOR YOUR EYES ONLY

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Summary: The three times you and Spencer managed to keep your relationship a secret and the one time you got caught.

Word count: 11700

Warnings: Garcia!Reader (but the reader’s race/ethnicity is not specified, she could be adopted idk), mutual pining, love confessions, reader being a little insecure at one point, suggestive tones, implied smut, possible 14x01 spoilers, canon typical violence, angst with happy ending, fluff

EARN IT

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Summary: While Spencer was away on a case, you had no better idea than to send him spicy pictures of yourself as a way to encourage him to work harder to get home fast. You ignored his warnings and orders to stop and now that he was back home it was time to face the consequences of acting like a spoiled brat.

Word count: 3300

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, porn without plot, established relationship, dom!spencer, sexting, masturbation, bondage, dirty talk, cum eating, deprivation of touch used as punishment (if that makes sense? idk it’s just porn)

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Love on the Brain - part 8

Ch8: Worthy

Type: MCU x Criminal Minds crossover series

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Word Count: 6700

Summary: The team comes to the rescue; but confrontations are never simple. And neither is the truth.

Series masterlist

Warnings: series includes criminal behaviour such as stalking or kidnapping; graphic violence, gun violence; (mentions of) death; allusions to dub-con; possible PTSD and flashbacks; sexual innuendos and foul language. Loads of fluff and teasing.

I’m covering my bases here to make sure - probably sounds worse than it is. If you’re interested in specific warnings for individual chapters, let me know.

A/N: divider by @firefly-graphics; mind the WARNINGS in this one, they apply A LOT ❗❗❗

"It gives me strength to have somebody to fight for; I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill."

— Emilie Autumn

During your studies and your time as an agent for the Behaviour Analysis Unit, not unlike throughout your whole life, you had learned that genuine interest could come a long way. Hearing people out and actually listening to what they had to say, caring, was the key to finding solutions to many of problems of mankind; mankind just often sucked at looking past their own porch, or the threshold of their own room.

You were aware that simple talking and feigning interest was most definitely not going to get you out of here – no amount of conversation could miraculously convince Bonnie to simply let you go. But so far it seemed to be working as a means of buying yourself time until someone who was in a better condition to get you out of this mess would.

You had no idea how much time you had bought to your team and even less of a clue whether it was and would be enough. Time flew when one was having fun; and it could really drag when you were talking to a psychically disturbed individual, while one of you were in handcuffs. And it wasn’t Bonnie.

Your arms were cramping as they remained in the same position, your fingers feeling as if slowly dying due to the limited circulation. The remnants of the drug circulating your system and rendering the world hazy still were not exactly adding to your comfort.

You almost had the complaint – and request to ease your suffering – on your tongue, feeling like you were doing a relatively good work of establishing trust since Bonnie even fed you a granola bar earlier, but you never got the change to tell her.

One moment, she was sitting opposite to you on a chair, talking about how she knew you were beginning to feel the same about her when you helped her stand up in training, Bills having just wept her feet from under her, the next second there was a beep and she was reaching for the keys of your cuffs.

You’d be thrilled if she hadn’t grabbed her gun too, stepping behind you and releasing only the cuffs tying you to the bed – and not the ones tying your hands together.

Your heart leaped to your throat, head spinning as she yanked you up; and nearly had you trip over your own feet when she released you unexpectedly. Gun raised, she gestured towards your arms.

“Slip your legs through the circle of your arms so they’re cuffed at your front. I know you can,” she ordered.

You followed the instruction, confused, but not keen on making her mad.

The fact alone that her behaviour changed so swiftly screamed danger – more so since it was on the basis of a single beep, a beep which indicated something you couldn’t even hope to gu---

It took your drowsy brain too long – but then the realization slammed into you like a freight train.

The cavalry is here.

The team must have somehow figured out who the unsub was and they were coming to your rescue.

Adrenalin flooded your veins as Bonnie stalked to you, not close enough to be in reach, an angry frown on her face – you finished the task, barely keeping balance as the cuffs dug into your lower wrists when you pulled your hips and left leg through.

Fuck you hated whatever she injected you with – the room was still swimming, your limbs feeling little jello-like despite the cramping in your arms. Yet you nearly cried in relief when the position of your shoulders changed slightly, hands at your front at last.

You didn’t have a full second to enjoy the feeling.

“Don’t move, darling,” Bonnie whispered, circling you slowly, the gun retaining a steady line of fire – aiming straight at you. Her left arm curled around your chest, pressing you to her front.

Her sudden hiss of outrage raised goosebumps in its wake as it tickled your neck.

She nudged you forward, nearly causing you to stumble again, before she spun around, walking you back towards the wall. That was smart. By the wall, she was protected: you from the front, a human shield, and the concrete from the back.

Briefly, she pointed her gun toward the entrances, ready to fire – then it frantically moved to your side, then back to the possible points of entry.

“How did they find us?” she demanded angrily, a note of panic in her voice – one that diminished yours a fraction, even as your pulse pounded in your temples.

She was losing composure – which was both good and bad. Trapped in a metaphorical corner, she was more likely to make a mistake. But it also meant she was likely to go down with her gun literally blazing.

But the team was here. You’d be fine.

This would be over in a minute; all they had to do was to convince Bonnie to surrender. Convince her that unless she did that, you would get hurt. After all, she showed you repeatedly that she didn’t want that, that only the circumstance forced her to do so.

Your breath hitched when a cold barrel of the gun was pressed to the side of your neck with a final decision.

Apparently, now the circumstance was forcing Bonnie to aim at your throat.

That was fine. You were going to be okay, she wouldn’t fire the gun. It was just tactics, she was readying herself to manipulate the team to leave. It was only natural and she would not actually pull the trigger.

Then why was your heart hammering in your chest, your carotid pulsing wildly against the unforgiving metal, panic squeezing your ribcage and making the world blurry and sharp at once? Why did you feel droplets of cold sweat gather at your brow?

Why did you wince when a familiar bulletproof gear with the big yellow letters spelling FBI entered your field of vision? Hotch, Emily, Reid. All from one side.

The other point entrance showed Natasha, her face laser-focused as she aimed straight between Bonnie’s eyes no doubt. And if Nat was here, you had no doubt that Clint was nearby, even if you couldn’t see him.

You took a wavering breath, trying your best to let the knowledge wash over you and settle the ever-rising panic, the frantic thump-thump-thump in your temples.

You’d be okay. You’d be fine-

Another figure entered at Natasha’s side and you felt your heart clench so hard it felt like a knife through your chest, pure horror seizing you.

Whatever Bonnie had injected you with now had to just metabolize into a substance causing hallucinations; it had to. Your mind must have been playing tricks on you.

He was beautiful. In his navy suit of armour, large in frame, sombre expression contrasting with a halo of golden hair for he forgone his helmet. A shield on his arm, gun in his right hand ready; he looked like an angel of vengeance.

His cerulean eyes were fixed on Bonnie, hard and calculating, not once flickering to meet yours. You could think of several reasons for that, but none of them mattered because if he was actually here-- what the fuck was he doing here?

Had he completely lost his mind at last? It was one thing to walk through the lobby of the Avengers Tower, where you, too, had in fact agreed he should not be anyway, but it was a whole new level to walk straight into the line of fire of a gun containing the one thing more likely to kill him than any other.

Hadn’t you had the very gun pointed at your throat, you would yell at him to get the fuck out of here.

You felt Bonnie behind you wince at the sight of Captain America too. Yep, no hallucinations. Gulping, you suddenly prayed that the barrel of the gun stayed on you. Life was funny that way, you supposed.

From the corner of your eye, you noticed Reid stepping forward a bit, causing your captor to yank you closer, spinning you both to face him.

“Don’t come any closer!” Bonnie exclaimed, causing Reid to halt in his movement in an instant.

Your eyes met his, sharp and imploring at once. Unlike Steve, he reciprocated your gaze, the brown of his irises seemingly turning a warmer shade for a fleeting moment.

It almost, almost made you smile.

His hold on a gun never wavered as he looked at Bonnie again, voice levelled and rather kind. For a moment, you were brought back to all the times he talked an unsub down thanks to his capacity for compassion larger than life.

“Agent Stiles, my name is Spencer Reid-“

“I know who you are! Get out of here or I’m gonna shoot her!” she snapped back, tightening her grip on you, the gun now digging into your flesh.

Spence didn’t let it faze him; the only change visible was but a minute twitch of the corners of his lips, eyes large and almost innocent.

“I’m sorry, Bonnie, I can’t do that. You’re hurting my friend,” he said gently, making Bonnie sink her fingers into your shoulder. “You need to think about what you’re doing.”

“I am!”

“But are you really? You’re holding a gun to the woman you love and want to protect,” he opposed her patiently, drawing a small noise of despair from her.

“Isn’t that right? She’s so good, deserves so much love, loyalty…. You wanted to show her that Captain Rogers is easily distracted by other women, that she deserves better, didn’t you?” he continued, nodding towards the man in question.

Your frantic heart skipped a startled beat; you understood what Spencer was doing, showing he understood Bonnie, but--- did he really have to mention Steve? When he was right there, and the bullets were in the hands of an unsub in her damn endgame?!

Reid was damn lucky she was still focused on him; mesmerized even by his speech.

“She deserves better… someone like you, right?”

“Yes!” Bonnie cried out behind you, a small creak in her voice. “He’s just—he’s not good enough. Not worthy. He’d break her heart!”

“I would never-“ Steve defended himself, falling silent instantly when in a fraction of a second, you were being spun to face him.

Your stomach somersaulted in fear, panic squeezing you throat as you swallowed the cry clawing up to your mouth.

Oh God, GG, you fucking idiot, shut up, just shut up before you catch a damn bullet-

Hotch shot him a scolding look which Steve completely ignored in favour of finally meeting your eyes – a wordless apology for speaking up written all over his face, his set jaw tight.

He didn’t mean to ruin Reid’s efforts. But he was deeply offended at the mere notion of hurting you, because he couldn’t bear doing so; he never had, not in training, always quick to apologize and now… god, now. Now he unintentionally provoked the woman who had a gun at your neck.

You wanted to tell him you understood why he was outraged and that you believed him, that it was okay; but you were terrified that if you as much as whispered at a volume only his supersoldier ears would catch, Bonnie would notice and snapped.

Everyone was afraid of her snapping, of her violence; for a moment no one moved, no one spoke a word. Hotch’s glare moved onto you and even through the fog of your fear, it dawned to you he was the one to authorise Steve’s presence.

You were going to murder him. Later.

If you survived this.

Silence hung in the air, only interrupted by harsh breaths to your ear, laced by a low whine of frustration and helplessness. Your gaze flickered from Hotch to Steve and then to Reid, whose face remained unchanged, expertly hiding his mute horror that probably matched yours.

His gaze was imploring again; and for the shortest of moments, it seemed he was pleading you instead of Bonnie. And you understood. You knew that Bonnie’s rationality had flied out of the window a while ago, you knew that as well as Spence did, despite having tried to appeal to it earlier.

It was your turn.

“I understand now,” you whispered, catching Reid’s gaze for another fleeting moment, his barely noticeable nod. “I understand now, Bonnie. I told you I would listen. You showed me the truth. He’s not worthy. I mean look at him,” you scoffed, feeling her breath hitch.

You certainly didn’t look. You couldn’t; you knew your voice would break if you saw Steve wounded by the lies that were about to spill from your mouth.

“Look at him. He even let you snatch me right in front of his nose when I came to him, scared. But I understand now. I’m not scared of you anymore. I know you would never hurt me. You only injected me because it was necessary to bring me here and protect me from him.”

You had to close your eyes when your gaze strayed to Steve’s face, inevitably truly, because you had never succeeded in keeping your eyes off of him for long whenever he was in the room. The moment was enough to take note of how deeply your words cut him.

You wanted to beg him to understand, it had to be obvious to him, for god’s sake, he knew you, unlike Bonnie. Why would he believe anything you said when you were at a goddamn gunpoint?

But you couldn’t afford establishing eye-contact with him, let alone speak to him; instead, you looked at Spencer again, wordlessly asking him to continue. He obeyed.

“Yes. She knows now, we all see she’s precious to you. We don’t want to hurt her either, but you’re giving us no choice but to aim at you two. You have to put the gun down, Bonnie,” Spencer told her, earning her full attention – and a scoff.

“You think I’m stupid? I’m not lowering the gun. I’m an agent! I know these tricks!”

The cold metal of the dug into your flesh still, compressing your carotid and making you feel lightheaded; this was getting nowhere. You were moving nowhere and she was getting more worked up by the second despite Spence trying his best.

“Of course. Look at what you were able to put together, outsmarting us all. No one is questioning you’re smart or capable,” he assured her.

You breathed in as the pressure eased just a fraction, your mind racing.

She was focused on them again; it was your chance. You hated this, but it had crossed your mind before. You needed to free your hands and fight. You needed dislocate your thumb.

You would have done it ages ago, even when you had been still alone with Bonnie, but besides having whatever nasty shit in your system, she had been watching you like a hawk. Now? You had a distraction at least. You had a chance.

Taking a calming breath as your ears rang, your dominant hand inched to hover over the other in your lap, a thumb barely pressing to the base.

To everyone’s credit, their eyes didn’t move to follow the movement as Bonnie spoke up, a silent outrage in her voice.

“They shouldn’t. Especially him. He didn’t even notice me taking pictures, too busy gawking at other women while he had the most precious woman on his arm. Fucking pathetic.”

Sensing an opportunity, you withheld dislocating your thumb. Maybe you could still do this.

“He is,” you agreed quickly, swallowing when you realized it was a little too fast. If you wanted to be convincing, you had to sound more hesitant. She knew you cared about Steve – or that you had before, at least. Easy, girl. “I could never be happy with him after you showed him in true light. I’m going to forget about him now.”

A beat of silence; an ease of her grip, even as the gun stayed in place. You felt Bonnie’s astonished eyes burning through your skull you as she shifted to see at your face better.

“Are you?” she asked lowly, the hope in her voice making for a crack in it. “Are you going to forget him?”

You could never; but you grabbed the chance firmly as it presented, heart in your throat, the single word coming out shakily.

“Yes.”

You heard the click of the gun’s safety before a screechy cry nearly tore your eardrum, loud and menacing enough to rattle your bones.

“DON’T LIE TO ME!”

A tremble ran through your body, heavy shuffle of Steve’s boots drawing your eyes, quickly followed by Hotch’s low warning – to him and to you as raw panic clawed at your throat.

No, no, no- Steven Grant Rogers, don’t you fucking move a single inch, don’t you hog her attention for yourself you selfish selfless jerk-!

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” you blurted out hastily, breathless because holy shit that was a loaded unlocked gun at your throat now and Steve was right there ready to play a moving target and you needed to get you shit together before this turned into a blood bath.

“I’ll try, then! But I know it will be easy. I-- I’ll be with you and… you’ll show me what true love is about, you’ll make me understand!” Not good enough, not good enough, fuck- “With you, he… he’ll become nothing but a distant pathetic memory.”

You heard her breath hitch, all movement in the room stilling again.

Then, her thumb pressed against your shoulder. She caressed you lightly, causing your eyes to flutter briefly, nausea tickling your stomach at the sudden affectionate gesture.

Okay, okay, this was good, affection was good, even as she used the gun to move strands of hair from the side of your neck; a bizarre lover’s caress, soft lips pressing just above where the hard metal settled back against your throat.

A violent tremble took over your body, tears burning in your eyes when you felt Bonnie’s lips curl up into a smile before they retreated.

“Tell him then,” she prompted you almost kindly, a playful note in her voice. “Look him in the eye and tell him how worthless he really is. Tell him what you did with him was a mistake. Tell him you don’t care about him. Tell him you love me.”

Tell him what you did with him was a mistake. Tell him you don’t care about him.

The words made your head spin. Bonnie was confusing reality now. You made no mistake that had hurt her; you had nothing to apologize for and it wasn’t really your apology she craved. She wanted Lucille’s. But her cheating ex wasn’t here.

You breathed in deeply through your nose, licking your lips as you gathered courage to speak the words. You had walked into this; you needed to finish it.

Chances were that she was going to lower her gun for even a second; and the moment she would, you’d duck and someone – anyone really, but your money was on Clint, who you couldn’t even see and he’d be so smug about it, the image in making having you stifle a hysterical laugh – was going to shoot her.

You scanned the room, gulping when you caught the minute nod Reid gave you in support.

They got your back; the success of the plan lied on your shoulders, however.

You could do this. You could lie through your teeth and apologize to Steve later.

“I don’t-“

“And look him in the eye,” Bonnie hissed, yanking you to face Steve directly, forcing you to look straight into the sad pools of his eyes indeed.

“I--- I don’t… I don’t care about you. You’re worth-“ -everything, you wanted to scream, his dejected expression breaking a piece of your heart away, making for a lump in your throat. “-worthless. A mistake. You don’t deserve me. You’re not worthy. Bonnie is.”

You could feel your captor practically drilling a hole into your head with the intensity she watched you with – and then Steve. You could taste her victory in the air, the bittersweet accent of her triumph.

The second you were free of her scrutiny, your eyes bored into Steve’s, pleading him to understand. Of course, you hadn’t meant any of it; but he only averted your gaze. He must have thought you said it too easily. Too easily for the words not carrying a droplet of truth.

You wanted to yell at him not to be stupid – because he had to know you were forced to say this while in reality, he was your gentle giant and you had almost kissed him for god’s sake, because you had wanted to kiss him for the better part of the past two years – but he appeared utterly defeated.

The arm with the shield dropped to his hip; he lowered his gun.

He literally lowered his defences – and the very moment he did so, you were consumed by fury and horror at once.

A switch flicked in your body; fuck everything. You gritted your teeth and pushed hard, the pop of the joint of your thumb sending a jolt of pain up your arm, tears stinging in your eyes. You didn’t care; because the next second, Bonnie spoke up, icily calm – and you knew you had been right to act.

“That’s not good enough.”

The world turned into a blur of instincts and pain; the second the barrel of a gun left your skin, your hands were pushing it up and twisting down, body spinning around.

A flash of Bonnie’s raging face and a sneer; three gunshots cutting the air and muting the world around.

Pain exploding in your arm as you stumbled backwards. Shouts and cries enveloping you; shocked, you realised one of them was yours.

A motionless body of a woman lying on the ground, two pools of blood growing a few feet from where you fell on your ass, gripping at your left arm, waves of agony pouring out between your bloody fingers.

You winced at a new touch to your uninjured shoulder, a familiar face twisted in anguish entering your vision, filling it with his enormous presence. Mesmerizing blue eyes, with the tinniest specker of green, so warm despite the cold colours, brimming with worry.

Several voices reached your ears, serious, matter-of-fact, but sounding from such awful distance, your world zeroing on a single pale face; an angel speaking, a soothing gentle voice.

“Sparkles, sweetheart, look at me. You’re going to be okay, yeah? You’ll be fine,” he vowed, and maybe it was just the blinding pain that bit into your arms when his fingers pressed into your wound, but the angel had a halo around his head.

You had no reason not to believe him, but you didn’t expect the sting to the side of your neck, causing you to gasp and halt in the waterwall of words you only now realized was spiling from your lips.

Steve’s features seemed sharper now, even as you became aware of the fact that you were shaking in his grip; you recognized Tony in his Iron Man gear with only his hands and face uncovered, syringe in his right hand, Hotch and Emily talking too fast for you to decipher their words, Reid kneeling by Bonnie – oh god, Bonnie, you got a glimpse of one of the crimson pools being by her head – swiftly blocking your view of her.

It was over; oh thank god it was over and Steve was there, holding you, speaking firm and clear and kind, supporting your back and pushing against your arm with the fingers of the same hand, cradling your cheek--- and looking so so sad, the words, the ugly lies you had told no doubt weighting him down and you had to fix it.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, I didn’t—I was just saying what she wanted to hear, I swear---” you muttered frantically as you gasped for air, somehow only bringing a sorrowful twisted smile to Steve’s gorgeous lips as his thumb stroked your cheek gently.

“It’s okay, you’re okay-“

“None of it was truth, none— you’re not pathetic-“

“Sparkles, I know why you said that, it’s fine. You need to slow your breathing. Breathe with me. In… and out. Slowly, it’s fine,” he whispered, urgent but soothing, but you knew he was only saying that to make you feel better, that was what gentle giants did, too kind, dismissing their own hurt in order to take care of others, but he didn’t understand you meant what you were saying now, you had to make him understand.

“I love you, so much, and I should have said something a long time ago, I-“

“Hey, hey, shhh, it’s okay…” he assured you, eyes wide with surprise and that was good – now, he knew what you were saying, but there something else in his face too, something unreadable.

You hated when you couldn’t read him.

But Jesus, your arm hurt and your head was spinning—oh. Oh he was mad, wasn’t he? You couldn’t read him because he was rarely mad at you, but now he was angry, that was it, pissed that you had put them all in danger like this, that shots were fired, that he had to come here, that you hadn’t been honest with him before-

“I’m sorry. Are you—are you mad? Please don’t be mad-”

His enormous tense shoulders seemed to relax a fraction at your question, an honest, brief, breath-taking smile painting his lips as he gazed into your eyes.

“Why, I could never be mad at you, Sparkles… except maybe when you make all the fuss about my safety, completely missing it’s you who’s in danger. Never do that again, hm?”

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t think—I- you’re--- you’re more than my friend, than my best friend, I couldn’t-“

“It’s okay, it’s okay. You’re more than my best friend too,” he admitted sweetly, taking a deep breath as his eyes strayed elsewhere under the weight of the confession that made you lightheaded. You were what to him? “But let’s sort that out when you’re not shot and drugged and high on adrenalin, yeah?”

“I’m not high-“

“Kid, you’re high as a kite,” Tony snorted to your left, making you tear your gaze away from Steve’s face and frown in his direction. Oh wow, the world swayed with the movement. “You’ve been trying to keep your feelings to yourself for months if not years and now you just spitted it out like it was nothing.”

“He’s not wrong. Your body is flooded with adrenalin now and judging by the steady dilatation of your pupils without reaction to light the drug you’ve been injected with is still in effect,” Spencer added not-so-helpfully, sending you a tight-lipped smile. “And that antidote countermeasure probably isn’t helping that. Let’s get you some medical attention.”

You licked our lips, finding your tongue growing uncharacteristically heavy, a metallic taste in your mouth. Antidote? What antidote? To what? Wait. Did you just say to Steve that you loved him?

Oh. The bullets. The bullets meant for Steve; they had been laced with something. Right, right, right…

That was the sting to your neck had been. That was the syringe. Probably as a precaution if the… neuroagens or whatever worked on you too, not only Steve.

What did it feel like you should have connected those dots a few minutes ago? Minutes? Tens of minutes? How long has it been since you were taken, since Steve and others arrived? The lights were on, blinds down, you had noticed the blinds – when was that? Was it night yet?

“…I do feel a little out of it,” you admitted hesitantly, realizing you were getting cold despite being curled against the world’s nicest walking space heater – in a very, very pretty suit of armour.

You really liked this colour on Steve. It accented the colour of his eyes and he always had pretty eyes, but in this suit, they were just the perfect shade of blue. The colour was stealthier than the typical stars and stripes, but that was fine, the stripes were still there and so were the leather straps.

Were the straps as practical as they seemed for other things than carrying a shield? Christ, your arm was in agony-

A snort sounded to your right and you were met with a sight of Emily, shaking her head with a brief smile. “Yeah, no kidding. Come on, let your knight carry you.”

“I could take her, the suit would-“ Tony objected, earning a glare from your knight with a shiny star in a middle of his chest. “Or not.”

“Go. You need each other now. We’ll take care of the rest,” Emily said, exchanging a nod with Steve.

“Thank you.”

And then the world swayed again, your head falling to rest against Steve’s shoulder, tiny swings nearly lulling you to sleep; but he told you to keep your eyes open.

You might enjoy teasing Steve and bickering with him a bit, but when the Captain gave an order, hearty and sweet but adamant, there was no denying him. He laid you down in no time, the roof of a jet entering your vision, but he didn’t let go entirely; he only lost his glove to hold your hand firmly, ignoring the syrupy residues of blood, his right hand tenderly pushing the hair sticking to your forehead away as if he heard the thought about how annoying it was before it even formed in your head.

“You’re gonna be okay,” he whispered, the corners of his lips rising pitifully, but his eyes spoke nothing but the truth of his conviction. “One last sting, I promise. You’ll feel better then.”

And why wouldn’t you believe him? It was Steve.

So you nodded, swallowing hard as the needle pierced the skin of your shoulder, and let your eyes flutter shut.

It wasn’t that Steve couldn’t multitask; he was in fact excellent at it, a source of many of your jokes, as you called him an alien amongst the male population. But he also liked to be laser focused on only one task at the time. He was mission-oriented like that and while right now, he felt several emotions in him boiling and expanding to the point where he thought he might burst, he was on a mission.

His mission was to comfort you, keep you company, and make sure you would never feel the same fear he read in your eyes when they found you in Stiles’ literal clutches, a gun to your neck.

The sight shook him to his core; he was certain it was a horror image now etched into his brain and his eidetic memory wasn’t to blame for that one.

Uneasiness settled in him when you closed your eyes for good, but knowing Bruce was already taking care of you, he tried to ease that worry; you were in the hands of one of the world’s most renowned scientists, in the quinjet which could reach the Tower where Dr. Cho was waiting in a matter of minutes.

It was probably better if you slept through Bruce assessing the damage the bullet – one meant for him, what were you even thinking suddenly trying to fight Bonnie off in your state when there were six agents at your disposal and Steve had his shield and supersoldier’s reflexes which would deflect the bullet he knew would be coming, he was going to be fine – made.

He nearly lost his mind when Clint fired along with Hotch and yet there sounded another gunshot.

He’d crush your hand remembering the split second, but he heard Bruce muttering under his breath something about a graze and they had found the bullet so they knew that whatever you had was a mere flesh wound.

Not that it stopped him from being fucking terrified for you, especially with the bullets having been modified. He was going to murder Tony one day. Even if the apparent genius gave you also the antidote.

“Steve?” you breathed out, causing him to blink and refocus his gaze, finding you watching him again, a weak smile on your lips he couldn’t but mirror, squeezing your hand.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

An adorable confusion nearly laced your eyebrows together, lips pursing a bit; Steve realized that whichever painkillers Bruce had given you must have taken effect fast, judging by your next words.

“Where’s your sword if you’re a knight? You only have a shield.”

It was absurd; the circumstance was awful and Steve absolutely hated that you were lying there, high and shot and bleeding and asking this question with utter and unfeigned seriousness, but he chuckled anyway, because the word cute couldn’t hope to capture the image you made. And he wouldn’t deny you anything you asked at the moment.

Especially since you had blurted out ‘I love you’, just like that – and at the same time, spoke it so clearly as if your life depended on him knowing that. God, the things you were doing to him.

“See, Sparkles, the knight, it’s just-“

“Am I that much of a firecracker?” you interrupted him distractedly, a little wounded, frowning harder even as your voice grew drowsy.

Steve sighed, running his knuckles over your cheek, eliciting a sound dangerously close to a purr as you nuzzled into his touch like an affectionate kitten and lord almighty, he adored you and he was going to lay the world to your feet just to hear that sound again once you’d be fully conscious.

“Just the right amount. And I really like it.”

“But then… why do you keep calling me that? Sparkles?”

“Do you mind?” he queried gently, shamelessly taking advantage of your weakened inhibitions to find out the truth – it hadn’t even crossed his mind until you asked. Did you not like it, but kept your mouth shut as not to insult him? “I didn’t think-“

“No. I like it, it’s your special nickname for me. I love that, GG. I just… I guess I thought it was because of how I act.”

How you were able to string together a sentence like that in your condition was beyond Steve. Bruce was still poking around your arm, but you didn’t even seem to notice, fully focused on Steve instead, just as mission-oriented as he was.

And your mission now was to get at the bottom of your nickname.

Frankly, Steve didn’t want to say it. It would be embarrassing to admit it really, he was sure Tony would laugh his ass off, but… did he mention he couldn’t deny you anything?

“It could be, I guess. But it’s not that, it’s just… it’s gonna sound so corny.”

“I like corny. I like you cheesy. Corn and cheese good,” you babbled, your gaze misted over but somewhat still clear.

Steve licked his lips, all resolve broken when your fingers dug into his hand with the tinniest pressure; all strength you had poured into the single request.

“It’s… your eyes.”

“My eyes?” you questioned, utterly confused.

You rolled your eyes a bit, zeroing on your nose as if you could turn them enough to see them without a mirror – and then you closed them as the action tired you out. You were about to drift off any second, Steve could tell, so he just shook his head as you blinked them open heavily.

“What my eyes?” you demanded, voice thin but stubborn.

“Close them. Rest. I’ll stay if you want.”

Your head lulled to side, a slight curve to your lips. You gazed up at him pleadingly, your pout making a return; cute and painfully vulnerable.

“Want. Always. But tell me?”

Christ if that wasn’t the most effective interrogation method he was ever subjected to, how was he supposed to say no to you like that-

“Okay. But… close your eyes,” he requested and like a charm, you obeyed, taking a deep breath as you melted further into the stretcher.

For a brief moment, Steve contemplated keeping his secret for himself – after all, Bruce was still right there and you were practically unconscious – but you had asked and Bruce seemed like he hardly cared about what the conversation was about as he stitched your skin together.

“When… we didn’t know each other much back then and you gave me the cookies as a thank you for saving your life. At that time, I told you it wasn’t necessary, but you looked embarrassed then, so… I took them.”

“Cause you smelled ‘em,” you murmured and Steve nodded, smiling to himself.

“Yeah, that too. I took the box, thanked you and took a sniff, telling you that they smelled delicious. Which they did. And you smiled… you looked so pleased.”

He felt his mind wandering off, painting a vivid picture of the first time he saw you smiling like that, smile he had the luck to see many times since that day. Smile he had tried to capture on paper, multiple times, never quite succeeding. He’d try again; he’d ask you to pose for him when you felt better. Or maybe while you’d be recovering, to help you pass the time.

It would become his new mission once he finished this one. For now, he only drew circles into your palm which was growing slack with each passing second, just as his own voice sounded softer and softer with maybe a hint of a croak he would never admit to.

“And your whole face lit up. I know this really sounds cheesy, but you brightened up so much at that moment. All of you, but… your eyes. There was and is a spark in your eyes when you smile. When you’re genuinely happy. It’s— it’s beautiful. You’re just so… I think you’re beautiful, Sparkles.”

Moments ticked by after he finished his confession, feeling light and heavy at once, worrying about your reaction.

Pointlessly, however; one glance at you showed your chest was rising and falling smoothly, your whole body relaxed. A faint echo of a smile played on your lips still, but Steve could tell you had already entered the dreamland.

He watched you for a bit, face burning with his admission, but his heart felt warm. Only when he heard a soft shuffle of feet, he looked up, noticing Natasha in the corner. He didn’t have to ask for how long she had been standing there; her face was enough of an answer.

She was grinning at him, encouragement with a teasing edge.

“Typical. You tell her when she’s not really in capacity to listen. You’re such a man…” she snorted, but walked to his side, patting his shoulder like a proud big sister. “Come on, lover boy. Let the doc work and go help us put this shit behind us instead.”

Steve gulped, sparing one more glance your direction. His mission was now complete, at least the part he could do at the moment. He had other duties now.

Nodding, he rose to his feet, turning swiftly to the cockpit when he saw the others approach; Tony carried Stiles, no doubt beyond saving after Clint’s deadly precise shot. Steve didn’t linger with his gaze; seeing death, even of a person who hurt you, brought him no joy.

But what felt worse was the sheer disappointment in himself that hit him upon recalling the gunfight. He failed to meet his responsibility, he wasn’t the one who rid the world of your captor and he hated that. He didn’t care what kind of a person it made him, feeling that way. Not now. Not when he had to wipe his hands clear of your blood before being able to do anything else.

He headed to the pilot seat, knowing that unless he had his hands occupied, he was gonna break something just to release some of the frustration boiling inside him. Natasha followed, a ghost of support, wordlessly telling him she understood and thought nothing less of him. In the very back of his mind, he was aware of the fact he’d be grateful for that acceptance later; much like he’d thank Clint for taking the shot Steve would have loved to take himself and still would mean it. He just didn’t have the capacity to accept it yet.

Jaw tight enough for it to hurt, he took the seat and brought the quinjet to the air, focusing on the image of your smile – two years ago, just a minute ago and the many days in between.

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Story // Mr Kanetkar's Office at Tribhuvan Rd

The entanglement of an office worker in Mumbai, his new colleague, and a teenager in Philadelphia.

~1700 words // 6 min read (preview) ~6700 words // 31 min read (full)

3rd February 2003, Mumbai

Mr Vishwas Kanetkar took over the seat vacated by his new colleague, Mr Singh. The computer screen in front of the seat displayed the small, blinking dash of a command prompt. Just above the prompt, a line of grey text read “Sometimes you just gotta light up, man. You won’t get it till you get it.”

Mr Singh lifted his backpack off the cracked-tile floor and slung it over his shoulder. “We have to have chai sometime and talk about work, Mr Kanetkar,” he said. “I’m sure there’s a lot you could teach me.”

Mr Kanetkar cracked his knuckles over the keyboard and grinned at his colleague. “You have a lot of catching up to do, Mr Singh. You know, before you, I worked with Surve Madam. We were a better partnership than Tendulkar and Ganguly.”

The young, turbaned Mr Singh made a thumbs-up gesture showing that he was impressed. He disappeared through the rotting doorframe and into the corridor outside, into a passage that lay dark under the barely-powered light bulb.

Back in the office, a new word emerged on the screen, conjured out of Mr Kanetkar’s steady typing.

“Where?”

Moments later, a response spooled out like cut-up lace.

“Party at Cransway, at Lia’s place. Smells of grass and alcohol. Bathroom smells of vomit. Hanging out in a dark corner, pretending to enjoy the music. Music is not great, but maybe it’ll grow on me. I think one of Lia’s friends is checking me out.”

Mr Kanetkar smacked his lips and grimaced in disappointment. He typed out another message on the screen, which went to a teenage boy’s mind on the other side of the world.

“Trevor, what is this? You were going to study for the Physics test due in 2 days. Why are you at a party?”

It was morning in Mr Kanetkar’s office, but the tubelight was still on from last night’s shift. The ceiling fan’s rotating shadows swung all across the office. Mr Kanetkar pressed the seventh switch in a mess of wires and switches, which turned the tubelight off, and he rummaged through one of the file cabinets in the room.

By the time he returned to his wood-framed, plastic-mesh chair, more thoughts from Trevor unspooled on his yellowed CRT monitor.

“The party seemed like a nice place. A little scary, but I made up my mind to not be scared. I wanted to go, so I went.”

Mr Kanetkar had retrieved a file (‘Say no to drugs’) from the cabinet, but he put it away and typed, “Nonsense. They are doing drugs and beer at that party. Your parents raised you better than this.”

“My parents are not going to find out,” the reply read.

“Get out right now and go straight home,” Mr Kanetkar typed in. He followed up his command with more text, which wasn’t meant for Trevor’s conscious mind. “--no-repeat --importance:500”.

In Philadelphia, on the other side of the world, 15-year-old Trevor put down the almost-empty red cup. He slid through the rhythm-soaked crowd and got out to be hit by the chill of a winter’s night. Hands in his pockets, he walked home with Avril Lavigne playing in his head.

In Mumbai, Mr Kanetkar entered a fresh command into the computer, which brought up Trevor’s actions for that day. He read message after message, all of which built up a sequence of events for him. That day, Trevor went to school, got home, got his homework done, did the dishes, was called by Lia to come to the party, and then, he said yes to the invitation.

Mr Kanetkar grumbled. “What did you do, Mr Singh?” He pressed the ‘n’ key to go to the next page of the on-screen report.

While at the party, Trevor had been approached by a girl named Beth. She had said that she hoped Trevor didn’t mind her checking him out. Trevor had replied that he didn’t.

Then, they had talked about music, agreeing that neither of them liked the band playing at the party. Trevor preferred music that most people didn’t - music from the 1980s that he got on old hand-me-down cassettes from his older cousin Darren.

Two songs later, Trevor and Beth had agreed to a movie date. They were going to watch a horror movie called Final Destination 2. With the plan confirmed, Beth had floated away to another group, and that was where Mr Kanetkar had taken over his shift.

Presently in Philadelphia, Trevor crashed on the bed with his boots still on. Darkness had taken over from twilight, and Trevor felt an urge to dial Beth’s telephone number.

Mr Kanetkar jabbed his fingers into the keyboard, spelling out his next instruction. “Tell Beth that you have to cancel the movie date.”

Trevor told Beth that he had to cancel the movie date. He sounded vaguely drunk and tired, and he told Beth that he hadn’t been thinking straight earlier.

On the other side of the call, Beth sounded disappointed. She asked him if something was wrong. Trevor replied that he had other plans. They navigated their way to goodbyes and hung up the call.

Mr Kanetkar typed into the computer while referring to the yellow file that he balanced on his lap.

“You’d make a mess of it, wouldn’t you? Remember when you spilt your Pepsi all over the lobby? Back when you went to Jurassic Park 2 with your parents?”

Trevor lay on his back and stared pointedly at the ceiling fan, letting his mind wander.

Mr Kanetkar sighed. “Exam in two days, and this boy wants to go watch movies.”

He consulted diagnostics on the screen to go over Trevor’s hydration, bladder, and fatigue levels. It was now safe for Trevor to fall asleep, but Mr Kanetkar made sure to fetch a trio of files from Cabinet CA-5, which he would feed into Trevor’s half-conscious mind.

It was only after Trevor was satisfactorily asleep that Mr Kanetkar put all the files aside and pulled out his tiffin box.

The four containers of the tiffin box shared space on the table with the dusty keyboard, three differently-coloured pens, and a small notepad he’d bought for a handful of rupees down the street.

One of the tiffin box containers held chapatis, another had spiced eggplant, the third had steamed rice, and the fourth had dal. Mr Kanetkar ate slowly and made sure to wipe the inner surface of each container clean.

After lunch, Mr Kanetkar stretched, made sure that Trevor was asleep, and then went out of the room to greet Mr Parmar, the owner of the sewing machine repair shop down the corridor.

He had met Mr Parmar a decade ago, and the two shared a camaraderie now. Dozens of firms and employees had come and gone in that decrepit building on Tribhuvan Road, but Mr Kanetkar and Mr Parmar had persisted. They joked that they had a survivors’ bond.

Later, Mr Kanetkar went to the balcony at the end of the first floor corridor. He lit up a cigarette and watched the cloudless skies. He reflected on the sun-baked dust and the missing off-season showers. No rain until the monsoon now.

He waited for the sun to turn a cooler ochre and then retreated into the dark of the corridor. He slid open the deadbolt on his office door and took his seat after a bout of stretching.

In Philadelphia, Trevor lay asleep and dreamt of being flung across an endless corn field. Falling sideways was exhilarating, and every time he alighted on the ground, he had only a couple of moments to think before he was flung again.

Mr Kanetkar sipped on his chai, which was brought to him in a small glass by a pre-teen boy employed by the local chaiwallah. Shortly after six, a curt knock on the door signalled Mr Singh, who entered with the same grin on his face as when he had left the office that morning. His armpits were lined with sweat and his cologne was deadenned by the metal lick of the local train.

They exchanged pleasantries, and Mr Kanetkar made way for Mr Singh to take over.

On the other side of the world, Trevor neared the end of his sleep. He was going to wake up, and once he did, Mr Singh would guide him through the rest of the day.

It was time for Mr Kanetkar to go home.

When Mr Kanetkar got home, he found his wife putting on a sari, ready to go out. Mr Kanetkar did not want to know why, but she told him anyway - it was Shashank’s birthday.

He replied that he did not know who Shashank was. She clarified that Shashank is the boy who lives one floor downstairs, and that Shashank had personally asked her to come to his birthday party with ‘uncle’.

Mr Kanetkar clicked his tongue. “His parents probably made him go around the building inviting everyone. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“Still, we have to go,” Mrs Kanetkar said.

So Mr Kanetkar went to the boisterous birthday party, where he wished Shashank a happy birthday, gave him a ₹500 note, ruffled his hair, and then went into the back to talk to the other ‘uncles’ of the building.

“Will you have some with us, Mr Kanetkar?” Shashank’s father asked him, leaving out any words that might mean liquor.

“No, no, thank you. Maybe next time.”

“What next time? Next time will be next year!”

4th February 2003

Minutes after taking over his shift, Mr Kanetkar ran to the first floor balcony and searched for Mr Singh in the street below. He caught sight of Mr Singh’s maroon turban, but only as it disappeared down Tribhuvan Road in the direction of Lamington Road. It was too late to call after him now, so Mr Kanetkar groaned and returned to his office.

According to the logs on the computer, Trevor had called Beth and told her that he’d had a change in plans. They then went to an afternoon showing of Final Destination 2. In the dark cinema hall, Beth had touched Trevor several times on the arm, and even on the thigh. Later in the film, the two had even kissed each other.

All of this had happened under Mr Singh’s supervision, and now Mr Kanetkar believed that he had been left to clean up the mess.

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