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paint the town red - part ten

THE GREAT ADMIN WAR

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HUNGARY 2024

charles leclerc i'm sorry seb! you can't be mad at me.

sebastian vettel charles, you told the internet i had a crush on mark

charles leclerc but you did?

carlos sainz and you told them about his almost make-out with max.

ollie bearman we all saw that coming. i was around for mexico last year.

tony stark are you sleeping with the enemy leclerc?

charles leclerc no.

harley keener oh boy wait until this guy finds out who he is sleeping with

charles leclerc shut your fucking mouth keener!

tony stark i promised pepper i would stop being annoying

arthur leclerc WAIT- IS HE- OH MY GOD!

tony stark WHAT THE HELL DID YOU GET FROM THAT?

ollie bearman OH MY GOD! HOW IS HE THE GENIUS?

bianca stark-potts oh you have got to be fucking kidding me.

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me & bae

for context, this is what he sent me at 7:30 in the morning.

carol danvers added one person

wanda maximoff so he's bae now?

bianca stark-potts no? yelena belova she loooves him

kamala khan oh my god this is the best day of my life.

yelena belova that is a child.

carol danvers kamala is not a child.

queen shuri how old is she?

kamala khan i'm 16!

riri williams by the way, who's bianca seeing?

queen shuri charles

riri williams HER DRIVER?

natasha romanoff now that i think about he is exactly her type.

pepper potts goofy? michelle jones will most likely blush when she calls him a pet name? wanda maximoff flirts with his childhood rival? queen shuri green eyes? natasha romanoff exactly.

bianca stark-potts when have i ever dated someone like him?

yelena belova SO YOU ARE DATING?!

bianca stark-potts NO STOP IT!

kamala khan but she likes him!

bianca stark-potts WHO LET THE CHILD IN HERE?

carol danvers i have never been this interested in someone's love life before.

kamala khan that's because you were in space for the longest time and are now dating an asgardian. carol danvers KAMALA! kamala khan i'm getting the feeling that no one knew that.

natasha romanoff WHAT? WHO?

bianca stark-potts 10 bucks it's valkyrie

carlos danvers 10 bucks bianca's dating charles but won't admit it because she's afraid that natasha and wanda will do what they did last time.

wanda maximoff it was something perfectly normal to do.

bianca stark-potts YOU BROKE INTO HIS HOUSE! natasha romanoff and he ended up cheating on you so really, no regrets.

michelle jones does charles know that harry was the one who gave you the dog? the same dog who loves charles very much and that charles adores?

kate bishop OSBORN?

bianca stark-potts not my brightest moment

kate bishop EVERYONE KNOWS OSBORN IS THE BIGGEST DICKHEAD AROUND!!

bianca stark-potts HE WASN'T A DICKHEAD WHEN WE FIRST STARTED DATING!!

kate bishop HE'S ALWAYS BEEN A DICKHEAD! HE JUST TRICKED YOU!

peter parker heeyy, guess what i just found out talking to red bull's media admin.

isaiah atkins peter if this another genius idea to wage war against the other teams i will tie you against our hospitality.

peter parker that is aggressive. but no bianca's going to hate this.

harley keener oh this is gonna be good.

peter parker guess who red bull invited to the next gp.

tony stark oh no. bianca stark-potts i knew this was going to bite me in the ass when carol brought him up.

charles leclerc what are we talking about?

harley keener oh boy, i can't wait to see how this one will go down.

bianca stark-potts HARLEY SHUT THE FUCK UP!

tony stark seriously hungary of all places? why not miami or monaco? hell texas or vegas would be a better place.

tony stark can't believe the dickhead said yes.

sebastian vettel what the hell is he upset about now?

peter parker oh it's great, bianca's ex boyfriend is attending the hungarian grand prix with red bull. peter parker the same one who gave her the dog we all know and love

bianca stark-potts PETER!!

ollie bearman i thought you said a friend gave you that?

harley keener oh it gets better. he asked her out with the dog as a gift.

charles leclerc oh.

charles leclerc would you look at that i suddenly have something to do with my brother.

arthur leclerc we do? charles leclerc yes we do

tony stark what's wrong with him?

sebastian vettel how do you not get it?

peter parker i'm also confused.

ollie bearman you're both hopeless.

ex-boyfriend huh?

harry and i dated but i never brought him up because he cheated on me. it's just- it's not important

he gave you a dog when he asked you to be his girlfriend.

i asked you out using a lightning mcqueen meme that you posted on your story.

and it was very adorable charles. i wouldn't change it for the world.

i'm not asking for you to do extravagant things like harry did. usually when he did them it meant he was cheating on me again.

a dog is not extravagant.

and what do you mean again?

it happened like four or five times each time with the same girl. the only reason i found out was because nat and wanda broke into his apartment.

they won’t do that to me right?

they might?

my apartment is a mess! they can’t break in with it like that!

glad to know those are your priorities.

are you kidding me, it’s black widow and the scarlet witch, they can’t see my messy apartment!

charles, it'll be fine. i doubt they'll break into your apartment.

but if they do?

they won't.

what if they do?

i'll talk to them.

bianca stark-potts

kamala khan that's so adorable.

michelle jones and they call this man a terror?

yelena belova he was a terror. i've seen the videos

natasha romanoff now i want to break into his apartment to see how messy it is.

wanda maximoff this is all the confirmation i needed to know that they are dating.

maria hill she warned him about you two breaking into his apartment. they're dating.

queen shuri i can't wait to see tony lose his shit over this.

riri williams i can should've seen this coming. he's exactly her type. america chavez you've been around less than me HOW DO YOU KNOW HER TYPE? riri williams i read the groupchat america!

hope van dyne i was in a meeting what did i miss?

hope van dyne OH MY GOD!! SCOTT OWES ME SO MUCH MONEY!!

bianca stark-potts YOU BET ON ME?

hope van dyne we bet that you would end up with a driver and we were right! scott thought it would be logan or lando. my money was on verstappen or charles.

alex albon all those in favor of max releasing the mad dutchman on this osborn guy

max verstappen why would i do that?

lando norris isn't it obvious? because she's dating the platonic love of your life

pierre gasly he's the platonic love of my life! yuki tsunoda do i mean nothing to you? pierre gasly yuki, no, it's not what it looks like!

george russell max just do as we ask! take him out!

oscar piastri as a date or murder? lando norris either works.

lando norris notice how he didn't argue that charles is the platonic love of his life.

max verstappen charles is not the platonic love of my life. it's daniel.

daniel ricciardo i'll take him out. i'll do it for vegas 2019!

charles leclerc NO! NO ONE TAKE HIM OUT!

charles leclerc WHAT'S THE FASTEST WAY TO CLEAN A MESSY APARTMENT?

pierre gasly WE'RE IN HUNGARY YOU IDIOT!

charles leclerc I AM IN DANGER OF IT GETTING BROKEN IN BY BLACK WIDOW AND THE SCARLET WITCH!! SOS!!

george russell WHY WOULD THEY DO THAT?

carlos sainz according to harley it's ritual to do with all of bianca's boyfriends.

max verstappen wait what does that have to do with harry?

charles leclerc oh so he's harry now? max verstappen christian said i have to be nice to him. something about him being some good investor but i couldn't care less charles leclerc take him out. max verstappen and why should i do that charles? charles leclerc ARE YOU KIDDING ME VERSTAPPEN!! HE- YOU KNOW- HE CHEATED ON BIANCA!! max verstappen and why is that important charlie? charles leclerc THAT'S MY GIRLFRIEND YOU IDIOT! THAT'S WHY!

max verstappen BOOM! I WIN! PAY UP LOSERS!

pierre gasly NO YOU CALLED HIM CHARLIE! YOU CHEATED!

max verstappen I TOLD YOU LOSERS I COULD GET HIM TO CONFIRM THAT THEY WERE DATING!

charles leclerc YOU MADE A BET ON ME?

carlos sainz it's not fair, they didn't let me participate because i'm your teammate

oscar piastri can i let it be known that i didn't want anything to do with this?

logan sargeant LIAR! YOU WERE THE BOOKIE!

charles leclerc I TRUSTED YOU OSCAR!

oscar piastri it was either bookie or they were going to make me flirt with peter and figure out if he knew something.

daniel ricciardo i'm back what did i miss?

daniel ricciardo OH COME ON MAX GOT HIM TO SPILL THE BEANS BEFORE ME??

alex albon there is no getting in the way of lestappen daniel. it's time we accepted that. bianca should too if she's going to date charles.

charles sat in his room, frowning down at his phone nothing was worse than a 'we need to talk text.' his stomach currently felt like there were a million bees buzzing around in there. the knock at his door startled him and he rushed to open it, being met with the sight of of bianca. she smiled brightly at him, causing the bees to subside a bit.

"you wanted to talk?" charles asked. bianca noticed the scared expression on charles' face and her eyes widened, quickly understanding what charles thought there talk was going to about.

“no! this isn’t that kind of talk, i swear,” bianca quickly said.

“then what is it about?” charles questioned.

“can i come in?” charles nodded, stepping out of the doorway and opening the door wider, allowing her in. bianca gave him a slight smile, before moving to sit on the couch in his room. she sighed, “i owe you an explanation about harry.”

“no, you don’t,” charles said, as he sat next to her. bianca laid her head on his shoulder. charles intertwined their hands, “i do, and it’s the least i can do. besides, if i learned anything from that relationship it’s that honesty is always the way right thing to do.”

“okay,” charles whispered. bianca sighed again, “i met him at some charity event my dad was holding, when i was a little girl, before he was iron man. os corp was stark industries biggest rival, it still is. but somehow we were friends growing up.”

“romeo and juliet,” charles muttered. bianca laughed, “funny, my mom said the same thing. we- we didn’t start dating until we were 17, both of our dads were against it, but norman. norman saw it as an opportunity to show the public that he and my didn’t hate each other. i was a business opportunity to him.”

charles frowned, "that's not very nice of him."

"well he turned out to be a supervillain on another earth who hated peter. so fingers crossed he doesn't turn out like that here."

"what?"

"that's a wild story for another time," bianca explained, "but i loved harry. he was my first everything, except kiss. i lost that one in a game of truth or dare at a party when i was 13."

"hmm, i was kissed in front of a swing set when i was 9."

bianca laughed, "i loved him charlie, and he used it against me. the girl's name isn't important, although, she was very much aware that harry was in a relationship with me. the entire time we were together he was with her. 3 years of my life down the drain, wasted on someone who was never even worth it."

"i'm sorry chérie (dear) ," charles whispered as he hugged her, bianca burying her head in the crook of his neck, "you should've never gone through that with someone like him. maybe it was a good idea to convince max to take him out."

"like a date? or like murder?"

charles shrugged with one shoulder, "it doesn't matter, either works. although, i think kelly might be upset over the date one."

"and christian would upset when max ends up in prison for murder."

charles laughed and bianca giggled softly, "he's such a connard," charles said.

"i don't know what that means," bianca admitted.

"asshole. it means asshole."

"good," bianca said, "because he is one."

"we should- non c'est bête (no, it's stupid)," charles cut himself off. bianca pulled away from him, "no, what were you going to say?"

"it is dumb," charles said as he dismissed his own thoughts.

"it's not," bianca argued, "what is it?"

"we should- we should go somewhere over break. like as a couple. that is what we are no?"

bianca smiled widely at him, "yes we are, and we should. where are we going?"

"oh," charles said, surprised, "i did not think you would say yes. i have not thought that far ahead."

"it's okay. we can go anywhere. i don't mind."

"well i'm glad we are a couple because i accidentally told a few other drivers we were dating."

"charles, i called you bae, and wanda immediately caught on."

charles laughed and bianca smiled at him. she curled into him, laying her head on his chest. the stark-potts girl yawned, "can i take a nap?"

"yeah," charles whispered, "you can take a nap. i think i'll nap with you."

"i'd like that." bianca whispered as she closed her eyes.

SPA 2024

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il mio cuore, i do speak italian, despite what people think. (my heart)

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scuderiaferrari it's a rainy one here in spa but we're glad to end the first half of the season on such a high note. it's another double podium for the ferrari boys. see y'all after the break! next stop: zandvoort!

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↳ harleykeener is this what red bull felt like last year?

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↳ charles_leclerc at least he didn't tie you to the hospitality like he threatened.

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caramelcleopatraa · 6 months

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i. SUIT & TIE

word count: 1,700~

x: this fic idea won in the polls :) this series was inspired by kayjayxchar on wattpad ( she's A1 ) and then while writing, I decided to make this into sort of a series. no smut in this part ( I know I know, its such a tragedy! ) but don't underestimate what I got in the works :p not proofread... yet

content: Mafia!Roman Reigns x Designer!Reader, fluff, suggestive themes ( gets a lil steamy ;) )

Your fingers type away at your computer, responding to emails from your clients. Your employees are setting up the shop, preparing for another busy day. You were one of the top rated designers in the state of Florida. You’ve been able to travel around the country teaching classes, working your magic for top notch celebrities, and make public appearances. To cut it short, you were living your best life, truly. You got to do what you were passionate about and go against the standard of your families’ traditions and values. You were proud of yourself that you are successful as you are. The chime of your door interrupts your thoughts as a group of people walk into your shop before opening time.

“Wassup biiiiiittch!” One of your closest friends, Trinity, was the first to make herself known. She throws herself on you, and you welcome her sudden embrace. She often visited you at your shop to check on you in her free time, and you always welcomed her company, especially on busy days. Today however, she was coming to you as a client. Because she was your friend and today was one of your busiest days, you told her to come an hour and a half early before you opened. That gave you plenty of time to fit your friends, clean up, and open on time. You scan the group that entered through the door with her. You saw Trinity, her husband Jimmy, his twin Jey and his wife Talia. Your eyes shifted to the larger frame that stood behind them, that was accompanied by a shorter, voluptuous woman. It was someone you knew too well. Anyone that lived in Florida had to know his name. Roman Reigns. standing next to him, was what looked like a model, which you would later know to be De’arra. The group of six admired your shop, casually walking around and scouting different designs that were displayed on the walls.

Men’s Side

Women’s Side

“No matter how many times I come in here, I'm always shocked. Is this new?” Jey says, pointing to the gray suits on your model displays. “Yeah, new in stock. Ya like it?” You sing shakily as Trinity rocked you to death. “Can I take this off ya hands?” “You can after i fit you” You chuckled at his eagerness.

“Annyways..” Talia says, pushing her way through Jimmy and Jey. “This is Roman. I told him that I know a really good designer that can whip up an amazing suit. So he’s here to get fitted as well as the rest of us.” Talia explains to you, while you finish typing up your last email. You look up to find him staring at you. You notice his chocolate brown eyes and brown skin that complimented each other. You try your best to not let that distract you as you reach your hand towards him. You didn’t think he would’ve actually shaken your hand due to how cold people described him to be. You contentedly grinned when his warm hand engulfed yours. “Nice to meet you, beautiful” “Nice to meet you too, handsome.” ‘oh my god he’s so damn fine. how am i supposed to stay professional around this man!??’

Your poker face stayed true as you continued to engage with your client. De’arra, stayed close to him, latched on at the arm. She pulled on his arm to get his attention, but he simply dismissed her by saying “Wait over there for me sweets”, and she happily obliged.

“So how does this whole thing work?” He says, tugging at his black tee. “You’ve never gotten fitted here before and my place runs a little differently than most. We have our scheduled appointments set up so that we can fit our clients, try on potential outfits for you, and send you home with them hours later. There’s a huge inventory that I have attached to this store so as soon as I get done recording your requests, we can get your order started as soon as possible. Any questions?” Roman smiles smugly and looks at Talia “She’s good.” Talia retaliates with “I told you so.” You blushed at their nice comments. To you, it didn’t seem like much. You were simply explaining how your company works so that your client has a basic rundown of how things work. Trinity nudged your shoulder as soon as she noticed your flustered state. You covered your face and did a quick spin, a little habit that formed when you get flustered. The group laughed at your small action. You snapped back into business mode and called your assistant to help you distribute the party of five.

“Aahkilah, can you help me with this party of five?”

“Coming!” She galloped out to the main area with a work outfit that was damn near cutting dress code, but you didn’t have time to deal with that shit right now. “You can take the couples since they have been fitted before. Be flexible enough to make changes on the spot if our presets don’t fit like they’re supposed to. I’ll take Roman and do the whole process since he’ll be new information in the system.” She was fairly new, and you didn’t trust her just yet with doing an entire fitting appointment on a new client. Plus, you could tell everything that you were saying was going over her head as she basically eye-fucked your client. “But that’s not fairrrruuh! why can’t I take him?” she says, almost mimicking a complaining child. Your eyes close slowly as you sigh and respond “Because you’re not ready to give a full fitting appointment yet.”

You wanted to put a nail in this conversation so you could do your job. But, this woman had a damn mission. “You just wanna get him in your private fitting room and fuck him!! You’re not slic-" “ He came here for a fitting! A fitting done by me girl! It was his request. Please don’t make me have to deal with a child right now.” You were starting to get loud, so you didn’t go back and forth with her like you usually would to whip that bitch into shape. The twins were barely succeeding at hiding their laughter as well as Talia. Roman and Trinity wore smirks on their faces as you reprimanded your employee. She finally buckled down and made sure that the room was ready for the couples. You called in another employee, Gio, to help you with your workload online while you fit your client.

“Oh my god who is that-“ You hit her and stop her sentence and she looks at you like you're crazy. “What!? He’s fine as fuck!” You mentally facepalm as she tries to whisper to you, that ends up more like a whisper scream. “Mhm” You said, as you went behind your desk and pulled up some work for her to do. “Oh don’t tell me you don’t think he’s fine! isn’t he right up your alley? Tall? muscular? deep voice? beard? The whole nine?” You took pride in the fact that you took time to know your employees on a personal level. You did not think she was going to air out all of the information you told her however. You gave Gio a look that screamed ‘shut the FUCK up’ and she responded to your look by playfully rolling her eyes. You turn the computer towards her. “You’re here to get a bag, not play matchmaker” She groans in response and says “Whatever.” to your dismissive comment. ‘she did not have to embarrass me like that. OMG WHAAT THE FU-‘

“The whole nine huh?” You hear a deep voice mirror your employee’s statement. You turn around to face Roman, the corner of his lips still curled into that mind melting smirk. He motioned up and down his body, trying to fluster you. Your eyes drift over his muscular body. “Little ole me?” ‘LITTLE?’

“Little?” Your face contorted into a confused expression, that earns a laugh out of the tall samoan. He starts to walk towards you, decreasing the amount of space between you too. Your momma ain’t raise no bitch so you stood your ground… well, you tried. You could clearly distinguish the height difference between you and him, and your head raised as your eyes met his. Your hand rested on your hip and your head tilted, slightly sizing him up. “Sir, I will let you know that this is a professional business.” You said, ending off your sentence with a smirk. Just as you expected, he challenged you back, “Well I'm not invading your personal space, am I?” He said, as the corner of his lips tugged to form another smirk. Anyone in the room would have felt the tension and both of you were desperately waiting on someone to make a move. “Nah, i just don't want a wannabe gangsta playboy fucking up my reputation.” His eyes fluttered closed as he laughed at your statement. You had amused him and peaked his interest. He closed the gap between you two. His breath ghosted over your lips as he said, “So you must know i’m good at fucking something else up, huh?” His eyes glazed over your soft lips, coated with lip gloss. You took a moment to gather yourself before prompting another response. ”Well I wouldn't know cause it’s just rumors.” You shrugged your shoulders looking off to the side.

“You know how those be.”

“Mhm” He licked his lips. From how close you guys were, you were surprised that his tongue didn't make contact with your bottom lip. “What they been saying about me ma?”

“That apparently you’re good in bed” You raised your pointer and middle fingers bent to imitate quotation marks.

“Mhm, keep going”

“Boy ion know, I really don't be concerned with you.” Your hand returned to your hip. Your attitude started to shine through.

“Maybe it’s because I haven't taken care of you yet sweetheart” He leans down to whisper the sentence in your ear. You feel his lips lightly touch your ear and your entire body froze.

You huffed, and said “You say that like you're so sure of yourself.” You challenged his boldness, but nothing could prepare you for what he said to you next.

“Maybe when we hit this fitting room, I can show you how sure I am”

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heyidkyay · 14 days

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And I'm petrified of being alone, now |

Part Twenty-Four

Summary: She’s just trying to get by, really. What with being a single parent to her four year old son whilst simultaneously trying to kick start a successful career as a radio presenter. She’s got everything she’s ever wanted though, friends close by, a mum who’s merely a phone call away, and of course her baby boy. What else is there to wish for? But then, it’s not long before her relatively normal life gets upended and turned on its head, and she’s suddenly forced to deal with situations she’s never even thought to imagine.

What happens when one mention of a certain controversial singer on her show sends a flood of unexpected challenges her way?

Authors note: I’m here:) finally. It’s been a while, idk how long, not that long but long enough i guess, sorry for the wait! This one is wordy but also has a lot going on, so hope you enjoy!

Ngl, this can probably be read as a standalone if anyone’s seeing this and not started the series, it’s just a bit angsty and mostly smut? But unsure, I said probably! X

Warnings: Arguing, usual Matty and Mouse thinking (feels like it needs its own warning at this point, they’re saddos), smut, unprotected sex, EMOTIONS (because yeah)

> Last update: look back here if you'd like!

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There was something raw in the bitterness that was love. Like the sour skin of an apple that was first thought to be sweet. Love was deceiving in itself really, but it was never alone. It brought life and light. It wrought anger. It stirred both jealousy and pity. It gave and gave, until all you were left with was that tart tang aftertaste.

Some people revelled in it.

Others, withered away.

Years before, perhaps maybe not even that long ago now, Matty would have belonged to the former. He had enjoyed the strings he found that could tie him to people, sex and money had given him the ability to do it, to keep them there, to pull them alongside him. And he’d indulged in it all, beyond what most would consider extortionate.

And still, even after everything, when the fun had ended and the games had been discarded, and he’d just been tossed off somewhere to the side… Alone once more. He had continued on. On and on and on, until he ultimately had lost himself completely.

The last few months had shifted something in him though.

And now here he was, still angry and bitter and resentful. But full of actual love. The raw type. The kind that left you marvelling at the most stupid things— insipid little concepts that held no actual value or any real detail worth getting all starry-eyed over.

It had wormed its way into the hollow shell that was his heart and rebuilt some part of him that he believed he had long since destroyed.

He wanted to scoff at the very thought. The very idea that an emotion could be felt so strongly that it differed the world around you; that, singularly, it could change you. The notion was far too complex, too out there to even begin to fathom, but then again, Matty supposed that emotions were exactly that. Complex.

It sent his mind reeling. Had his entire body aching with a fever to expel the feeling completely, if only so that he could think freely again, so it wouldn’t hurt to merely breathe anymore.

You should have told me.

He knew that. He had admitted as much.

And yet, he still hadn’t told her.

He’d lied.

Why didn’t you tell me?

And that was the question, wasn’t it? Why hadn’t he just told her?

Fear, he guessed.

Yet another morbid emotion in which Matty had always been so wary of. Another lost feeling he thought he’d swallowed whole and hidden somewhere deep down. Because there was no fear in a drug induced haze. When you were off partying or chasing some other euphoric high. What the fuck was there to be fearful of? When the chilling buzz which shook you to your very core blanketed over everything else.

When there was always that silence.

That numb quiet he had chased and craved and cherished.

Though, he supposed, it was nothing compared to the fear of losing this.

Of losing her.

Still, Matty could not for the life of him find it in himself to tell her exactly that. Those words lost on him, lodged in the column of his throat and etching themselves a home there.

“Where do we go from here?”

He blinked at the sound of his own voice, looking up at her shadowed expression and at how tired she then seemed. How different she now looked compared to the moment they’d first met.

She’d been something of a presence even then. Always effortlessly complex. With her soft smile and guarded eyes. Eyes he’d gone and fucking wondered about for hours on end.

Those eyes which were now caught on the far wall stood opposite, the one lined with coloured photo frames and that odd little doodle Teddy had gotten in trouble for only a couple of weeks prior.

The realisation made Matty mourn the few days they’d spent apart.

After a long moment, she finally shrugged at him and he found himself swallowing tightly at the movement. Startled by her seeming lack of care.

“I don’t want to lose you, Squeaks.”

It was honest. As honest as he could be.

She huffed an amused breath in return though, “Not like you’re short on company, Matty.”

He felt his gaze snap up to meet hers then, head shifting with it.

“What’s that even meant to mean?” He asked her, frowning now, at the way she had crossed her arms over her chest and how her shoulders had hunched on their own accord whilst she casually moved to glance out the window. Matty forced himself up onto his feet, hating the fact she had turned away from him.

“I saw everything, Matty.” Mouse replied tiredly, as though she was fed up, fed up with this, with them. “I saw the articles.”

Matty’s stomach bottomed out at her words, he stepped towards her. “Nothing happened.” He murmured, taking another step closer. “Nothing fucking happened, Squeaks. I swear it.”

She tensed but didn’t quite flinch at his sudden approach, so he kept a little distance between them, even as desperate as he was to hold her. To shake her enough so that she would see sense, that she’d realise how stupid he would have had to have been to have gone near anyone else. That girl was no one, she’d meant nothing.

“You can swear that, can you?” She mocked him, one corner of her mouth toying with a merciless smile that didn’t quite suit her. “You were gone, Matty. Fucking out of it. That much was clear to see just from the photos alone.”

Matty stared at her helplessly.

She shook her head.

“I’d had a couple drinks. That isn’t a crime!” He stressed, automatically falling onto the defensive, “Didn’t mean I was stupid enough to get with the first person I fucking saw! That girl- she was off her head too. Had mates with her even! But she was just trying to help me, Mouse. That’s all it was.”

She was shaking her head again now, tongue catching on her incisor; a dead giveaway to how stressed she was, how anxious she was getting. Matty only wished to shoulder it all, that defensiveness of his faltering slightly at the sight of her trying to hide it all. To stay strong. How fucking long had she had to do that?

“I feel like such a fool, Matty.” She finally spoke, her voice trembling with the onslaught of tears that glazed her eyes but she didn’t dare let fall. “A fucking fool. ‘Cause I’d thought that things were okay, that we were okay. That I could finally relax and let you in. But then-“ She paused, a sad huff leaving her, “Then you went and dropped this mess in my lap and somehow expected me to just deal with it. To tell you it’s all fine. That we could make it right.”

Mouse turned then, ever so slowly, looking about as defeated as Matty had ever seen her. He felt his chest burn with the last breath he hadn’t remembered taking let alone hold onto, too afraid to look away, to even move.

“But you embarrassed me. You’ve made the whole world believe I am that fool. That I was as naive as they’d first made me out to be. As my friends thought me to be.”

Her smile was shattered and broken, her voice wet and hoarse, but she continued on even as her hands fell limply to her sides and she took a single step closer.

“And to make things worse, you didn’t just hurt me, Matty. You hurt Teddy too.”

–

Hit them where it hurts.

That was the saying, wasn’t it?

But it only left me feeling all the more sour- gutless. As well as a little stupid, I supposed, wondering if Matty even cared for Teddy at all, or how he had felt the last couple days.

Though I shouldn’t have second guessed it, not when the way Matty’s face immediately paled and then fell proved me wrong.

Deep down, I knew that he cared. In his own odd way he had always cared. But to know it and to see it were two entirely different things.

And although it was true, that Matty had in fact hurt Teddy. It still felt like a shitty thing to say to him then. But he’d hurt me as well, hadn’t he. And even though I’d been hurting most of my life, Matty being the reason for all that hurt pained me in a way I couldn’t even comprehend.

“I didn’t-”

I scoffed at his attempted reply, but my heart wasn’t in it, breaking all over again. I wondered how long we could drag this out. If we even would.

“Mean to?” I finished for him, shaking my head stupidly. “I know you didn’t mean to, Matty. Doesn’t change the fact that you still did it.”

His eyes slipped closed just as his lips fell apart, and when he opened them again I was stuck staring into his devastated gaze.

“If I could take it all back, I would.” He breathed, “I promise you I would.”

I swallowed back my own tears, even as they burned and pricked at my throat and eyes. “But you can’t.”

And it was as simple as that, wasn’t it? He couldn’t ever take it back.

I don’t want to lose you.

He knew just how to get under my skin, past all that rusted armour of mine.

It was what made this all so much harder.

“Tell me what to do, Squeaks.” Matty croaked pleadingly, hand reaching out towards me before he looked down at it, blinked, and then let it fall. “I’ll do it, just– tell me.”

What was left that he could do? When it felt like things had so suddenly and so horrifically fallen out from under us.

“I don't know.” I told him honestly, in a barely there whisper, “I just don't know, Matty.”

He stepped even closer then, hand moving to capture my jaw in a determined haste, not restraining himself like he had just moments before. I tried to pull away, titling my chin and looking off to the side as I clenched my teeth, but his thumb was there, luring me back in, forcing me to meet his eye.

“I’m not just gonna give up.” His other hand jumped to cradle my face, a cushion to those heated words.

I was reluctant in my needless wanting, desperate to be held whilst simultaneously wanting to push him away. So I lifted my hands up to cover his own, unsure of the choice they’d make. To stay, or go.

“It’s not about that, Matty.” I heard myself say pathetically, voice wavering with each word, “You can’t just forget this.”

His dark eyes were trained on me, flickering over every square inch of my scarred face. I’d never felt insecure about them when I was around him, but this moment felt too heated, too high strung. And I’d been burning the candle at both ends the last few days, so with him being this close, this intense, every emotion I’d felt was brimming closer and closer to the surface.

Instead of facing him, I turned away, hiding once more as I worked my jaw and felt my hands slip down to the backs of his forearms.

A shared breath and then,

“Don’t do that.” Matty whispered in the quiet, almost begging. “Don’t hide from me.”

His thumb smoothed over the skin of my cheek and I was all but putty in hands, looking back at him just as a tear escaped me and slid to meet the pad of it.

Matty brushed the tear away without thought, before he leant in to rest his forehead against my own. The action forced me to cling tighter to his arms, eyes closing to keep from embarrassing myself any further. I wouldn’t cry.

I wouldn’t cry.

“Look at me.” He demanded, nose so close that I could practically sense its phantom touch. And foolishly, I did as he asked. “You-” His breath stuttered as his eyes pleaded with me, sounding forced as it broke free from him, his fingers making a home for themselves in my hair.

“You don’t know what you do to me. How much of a mess I’ve made of myself. How much I have missed you.” Matty confessed, his voice quiet in the small space shared between us, in a place where we were both sheltered and unseen. “And I’m sorry. I am so fucking sorry. Enough that I’ll keep on repeating it until you fucking believe me. Enough that I’d do just about anything for you to see how much I want this.”

He sucked in a breath, and I blinked back at him, lips tingling with the sensation of his proximity.

“I know I messed up. I know.” He repeated, eyes flickering back and forth between my own whilst his thumbs trailed the line of my hair. “But all I’m asking for is a chance to make it right. To be better. Squeaks, I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat if I could.”

His breath was tickling the skin of my cheek as well as the corner of my mouth, it almost made it difficult to think let alone remember how to breathe. I wanted–

Suddenly my eyes were looking down, focused on his parted mouth, on the stubble he’d let grow across the cut of his chin as well as his upper lip. His nose finally brushed past my own, touching ever so carefully as one or both of us pressed nearer, almost there, inching closer but not close enough.

“Tell me no.”

Instantly, I was thrown back to that first night he kissed me. I hadn’t told him no then, and for some reason I couldn’t find it in me to decline him now.

So instead I took, all but biting as my hand cradled the back of his neck and closed that short amount of distance between us. My nails dug into the exposed skin of his nape, where the collar of his shirt jumped with each move he made. My teeth nipped at his lower lip, angry in my attempt to swallow him whole, teeth clashing as we both stumbled, moving and moving until Matty’s back hit the nearest wall.

How the roles had reversed, I thought to myself as Matty’s shoulders flexed beneath his shirt and jumped under my ever roaming hands. I hated the desire that it stirred through me, knowing how easily he could take back control with his carefully contained strength. But he didn’t, instead he gave my fury something to latch onto.

My hand lifted to pin one of his wrists somewhere to the left of his head, glare not wavering even as his stubborn gaze met my own. He was as riled up as me.

“You have some nerve.” I all but spat, watching on as his chest rose and fell, questioning how quickly everything had switched.

“Yeah?” Matty bit back, those familiar brown eyes- a colour that had always brought me comfort- were blazing now as they trailed over the flush that I was sure lined my face. “Why’s that? You’re the one with me pinned, darlin’.”

His heavy gaze traced the bow of my lip, slumping ever slightly in his stance so that his head could fall closer forward. My breath hitched.

That was all he needed apparently, to earn the upper hand here. Because in a moment, the room was spinning and then I was the one being crowded against the wall, fury be damned.

Contrary to my previous endeavour, Matty’s touch was still as careful as ever, making it that much more obvious that I could slip away if I so wanted. But the question was whether or not I did.

“Matty–”

But he just carried on, as though he hadn’t even heard me speak, voice a low breathy murmur.

“I’ve been stuck in this endless loop. Driving myself mad.” He told me, his knee angled enough so that he could let his head dip towards the juncture of my neck, his mouth pausing by the shell of my ear whilst a finger gently trailed its way up over my hip. “Wonderin’ if I’d lost this for good.”

My heart pounded in my chest as the ghost of his words tickled my skin, tensing when his nose ever so slightly grazed my jaw.

That finger of his continued to move, working its way up my torso, jumping across my ribs and up to the bone of my collar. My gaze was fixed on the opposing wall, on the mirror that framed my dazed face and the back of his head. My hand worked its way into his unruly curls.

“But you’re as stubborn as me, see.” Matty added, luring me in, “And I’m not the type to give up on a sure thing.” His words held enough bite that I snapped back to meet his stare, he tilted his head at me whilst I scowled.

“Excuse me?”

Matty smiled, lids heavy as his careful hand danced its way back down my front.

“And this,” He said, almost in a whisper, ignoring my retort as he hooked my leg around his waist, “This is a sure thing.”

A soft breath escaped me even as I batted his hand away, but he simply reached up to grip at my chin, touch tender even with the way his calloused thumb dragged down my lower lip.

I was slowly beginning to imagine that this was all a dream, something my sick mind had gone and conjured up in hopes to ignore all of the hurt he had put me through. Because this couldn’t be right, things couldn’t have fallen back into place this easily.

“Matty.” I tried again, firmer this time, but was captured by the look his eyes held, probably having understood the expression that must have just crossed my face.

“What did you do, Squeaks?” He asked me almost hurriedly, shaking my chin between his forefinger and thumb, my previous anger and doubt melting slightly as I leaned further into his touch. “Did you want me to hurt, too?”

I blinked, caught off guard by the sudden question, his swift change in topic. Baffled by the fact that he was now trying to pin this back on me.

Was that really what this was? I wanted to ask.

Matty didn’t give me the opportunity to say a thing though. My surprise had stalled me briefly, but it had evidently been long enough to allow him to simply carry on.

“What did you do, eh? Tell me.” He breathed before he pressed his mouth to my jaw, once and then twice, pulling away just as I tilted my head to accommodate him, “Did you go out, baby? Find somebody else? Or did you just stay here, waiting for me?”

I reeled back, anger spiking again. “Fuck you.”

Matty’s eyes flickered back and forth between mine.

“I’m trying to get you to.” He said, always so brazen and snarky, even in the moments where I hated him most. The hand I had previously slapped away went back to the leg he still had draped over his hip, snaking up over my knee and to my thigh.

My glare didn’t waiver, even as my breathing picked up at the pressure his fingertips wrought on my skin.

“Tell me no.” He finally repeated, eyes failing to meet mine. And how was I supposed to? When having him this close brought back that fire he’d put out in me, when he was kissing my neck so sweetly?

“We’ll regret it.” It was as close to a no as I could get, enough to have him pause. Matty looked to me then, his hold loosening on my body but still holding. Hoping.

“Do you care?”

I marvelled at the question, did I care?

I cared so much it pained me.

But he hadn’t meant it like that. That much I knew.

Do you care if you regret it? Because, what if you don’t?

With Matty there was always chance– he was the type to play the odds, to push his luck.

What if.

What if, what if, what if?

Shaking my head, I was forced to question if he understood me as much as I did him. If he could see each of my thoughts just as they dawned on me, flashing across my face like a story being told.

Then I wondered whether or not I even wanted him to understand. This, this thing we were doing would only further complicate things between us, but perhaps this could be a goodbye.

But, if this was a goodbye, why was he looking at me like that? Watching and waiting for me to truly answer.

Tell me no, he’d said.

Matty’s gaze swept over my face, as though trying to read me, maybe in hopes to find what it was he was really searching for.

Tell me no.

“Please.”

And my resolve broke at the word.

“Okay.” I heard myself say in reply, nodding quickly, and that was seemingly all the permission he needed before Matty was wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me towards him fully.

My hands floundered momentarily before they were back on his shoulders, his teeth nipping at my neck.

I moaned, eyes falling shut as he pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses down my skin, teeth scraping before his tongue swirled to soothe their angry ambush. I could smell him everywhere now, the shampoo I was so used to stealing, as well as the only aftershave he’d ever claimed to like.

His hips rolled into mine, pressing himself right against the fabric of my trousers and the underwear which had grown damp during our heated argument.

I didn’t want to linger too long on the thought of my body’s obvious betrayal, too caught up in him to think about how wrong this should all feel.

“Shit.” Matty groaned, breath catching with it as he continued to grind against me.

I gasped back, grabbing at him harder as he bit down on the curve of my neck. I nipped at his jaw in retaliation, nails digging into the skin of his back, hoping to leave a mark.

“I knew you’d miss me.” He grunted into the base of my throat, the hands which held my waist dipping beneath the hem of my shirt to explore further. “Even when you’re angry you’ll wait. ‘Cause no one else can touch like me.”

A whine bypassed my lips almost involuntarily as he continued to rut against me, I wanted to be angry- no, in fact, I was angry. But all emotion other than want was blurring at the edges of my mind now, being pushed further and further back by each eager kiss he peppered along my jaw.

“You really–” I jerked in surprise, cutting myself off with a short gasp when his hand slipped past the hem of my trousers, fingers pressing against the damp fabric he found there.

“What was that?” He provoked, and I could hear the smirk in his voice as he trailed over my covered clit, causing me to whimper before I was biting down on my lower lip. Matty didn’t like that much. “Come on, I wanna hear you.” He muttered, pressing a little harder, wanting a reaction. “Tell me.”

“You’re such a bastard.” I panted, head falling against his shoulder as my hips pushed further into his touch, seeking more.

Matty laughed, all breathy and lovely, mouth catching on the lobe of my ear before he hissed, “Yeah, but you like that about me.”

His hand was gone with that and I was almost tempted to ask, to even plead with him for its return, aching all the more now, enough that all I could think about was riding his fingers until I couldn’t think at all.

But then Matty was grabbing my waist again, his grip hard, firm, and I swallowed when he whispered into my ear once more.

“Jump.”

Without thinking, I jumped.

We collided, his mouth on mine and the two of us moving as though it was second nature. And in a way, it was. But it shouldn’t have been. I knew that. I tried to remind myself of it.

He shouldn’t be here.

But he was. Walking his way through my flat with ease, effortlessly missing each sharp corner and the miniscule step which led back into the hallway. He was blind, my hands in his hair as he manoeuvred us into my bedroom, throwing me down onto sheets that he’d never seen, let alone slept in.

I tugged him down with me, his hands moving to unbutton those fucking jeans he always wore as he worked his way back into my mouth.

He hovered over me after kicking them off, my head pressed to the pillows as his eyes roamed every inch of my face. “Beautiful.” He whispered, as though he hadn’t really meant to say the word aloud.

My breath hitched anyway but Matty paid it no mind, leaning in closer to kiss me again, slower this time around, though his hands were still quick, tugging at the hem of my top enough so that I got the hint. I lifted myself up, breaking away to take it off and toss it to the side.

Matty kissed his way down my neck again, following the trail of scars down my torso until his fingers paused to hook around the top of my trousers. I nodded at his silent ask, planting my feet a little firmer on the mattress so that they could follow my tee.

Matty stopped then, kneeling between my parted thighs, eyes caught on the panties I was wearing, and I could swear something in his gaze shifted as he stared down at me.

“Lace?” He murmured, fingers curling around my thighs tight enough to bruise as he pushed forward, closer to my face. “Really?”

It was a loaded question. Almost felt like an accusation.

I shrugged– I hadn’t meant to end up here, but it hadn’t been subconscious when I’d picked them out of the pile this morning. He liked the way they looked, had told me so one night spent at his when he’d talked me into smoking a couple joints with him sprawled out on his living room floor.

I opened my mouth to reply but Matty didn’t quite catch the motion, already busying himself with the task of pulling the lace down my thighs. His fingers, calloused from years of playing guitar, dragged alongside the black material rolling down my legs. I tensed at the feeling, zeroing in on the slow motion, then listened to him groan at the sight before they were gone completely.

I watched him pull away, balling the damp fabric up in a fist before leaning over the side of the bed to drop them on top of his jeans.

“A souvenir?” I couldn’t help but question, mostly out of mirth, but humour helped deflect from the weight I felt at having him here.

Matty hummed, fingers already back on me, trailing the length of my right leg before he was stretching his way back up again, head stopping between my parted thighs and nosing at a crease sat at the very top. He didn’t answer me though, instead choosing to shut me up with another gasp by dragging his thumb across my folds.

“Matty.”

“Hm?” He hummed again, having sat back on his heels to watch me squirm as he continued on. I shot him a rather annoyed glare.

“Take off your shirt and fuck me.”

His brows rose languidly when he flicked his eyes back up to meet mine, then tilted his head. “But I’m having so much fun.”

With a swift kick to his side, Matty’s hand fell away and he shook his head around the beginnings of a smile. “Always so demanding.” He tutted and before I could spit something back– probably about him being the biggest hypocrite I knew– he was placing his hands either side of my head and leaning forward so that his lips were right beside my ear, his breath fanning the shell of it. “You gonna beg for it?”

My breathing grew heavy as I watched him pull away, dragging a finger up the inside of my thigh before stilling ever so briefly and venturing on, up over my hip and then my ribs. He pressed a slow kiss to my chest, eyes flicking up to find mine as his tongue swirled over the skin, there and then gone.

“Come on–”

He huffed a quiet laugh, the force of it lighting goosebumps over my exposed flesh. “Come on, baby. Beg.”

I rolled my eyes, reaching up to grab at his neck but he was already dancing out of my reach. He jutted his chin.

“Matty.” I huffed.

“Yeah?”

I really wanted to throttle him, “Fuck me. I’m not asking.”

The corner of his mouth tugged itself up into a small smirk, “Good enough.”

A disbelieving chuckle escaped me, one which was quickly cut short by his wandering hands finding purchase on my hips once more, before he dragged me down the length of the bed, his mouth finding purchase on the swell of my breast.

He pressed fast kisses along the curve of it until his tongue flicked out over the nipple, causing me to gasp. My hands flew out to tangle themselves in his hair when he lapped it into his mouth to suck and I groaned at the weight of his hands cradling the curve of my back.

“Matty.”

He hummed and the sound sent vibrations rippling out across my skin, I fisted my hands into his curls harder.

Shifting until my hips found his whilst he lavished at my chest, I pressed up into him, both annoyed by the fact he was still clad in his boxers and pleased by the very visible wet patch I could see. I ground against him and the sensation elicited moans from the pair of us, his hands flying down to hold my hips steady.

“Patience.” He murmured, but I was having none of it, lifting a leg against his arse to spur him closer. Matty’s head jerked up at the surprise before he looked down at me and stared. “You’ll be the death of me.”

“You better hope not.” I replied, hands finding the hem of his shirt and dragging it off before he could fight me on it. “I’ll make it painful.”

“Counting on it.” Matty murmured back, hair now a mess, either from the clutch I’d had on it moments before or from the way I’d all but yanked his top over his head. “On all fours,” He said roughly, tapping my outer thigh twice. My already flushed skin heated further at the understanding of how he wanted to take me but– contrary to popular belief– I didn’t argue and rolled onto my stomach.

Palms to the sheets, I pushed myself up onto my hands and knees, eyes trained on the headboard. I grinned to myself when I heard Matty groan at the sight, looking back over my shoulder only briefly to see him palming himself through his boxers.

“Don’t have all day, Healy.” I prompted after a moment passed, just before the mattress shifted beneath his weight. I heard something drop to the floor a second later before he was right up behind me.

I jolted a tad at his sudden touch, then was forced to focus on the way his hands slid over my hips with that same familiarity they’d always done, moving up to the swell of my arse to squeeze it before dropping back down to spread my legs further apart.

A moment passed and I was forced to wait in the silence he then gifted me, waiting and waiting until I finally went to say something. It was then that I felt a finger glide down my spine, dragging ever so slowly over my jumping muscles.

“Hands,” Matty then reminded and I was forced to blink away the haze I had drifted into, reaching up to grab onto the headboard just as I felt him swipe his dick between my thighs, guiding himself up over my folds, pushing past them so he rested at my entrance.

I let go of a rush of air, splaying my hands further against the headboard before he slammed into me without any warning at all, all the way up to the hilt whilst I cried out at the sudden fullness. “Fuck.” I hissed, head falling between my shoulders as I winced.

I breathed through the bit of pain that came with the thrust, acknowledging that Matty didn’t move an inch and instead keeping still, hands holding my hips even as he leaned over to whisper, “You good?”

His voice was surprisingly soft in the quietness that encased the flat, reminding me of other times we’d spent here, both like this and in other odd moments. It made my chest ache.

I took another moment to adjust to him before I nodded, “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.”

He hummed in turn but didn’t question it, just waited, thumbs circling the skin on my hips for a moment in a manner so gentle and yet so very Matty, before finally, he moved.

His thrusts were shallow and slow at first, his thumbs keeping the same steady tempo as they continued to soothe the tops of my hips. I moaned at the feel of him, before I managed to roll my hips back to meet his own, enjoying the sound that escaped him.

“So good.” He said, hand sliding further up my side and towards my ribs before I was titling my head back and Matty was holding a fistful of my hair. He just held it for a bit, forearm pressed against the skin of my back before his thrusts began to grow harder, tugging more and more.

The room was quickly filled with the sounds of our groans along with the bedframe rocking against the wall and I praised all the Gods above for the fact that there were currently no neighbours residing in the flat beyond it, before I was quickly swept up once more in the thick scent of sweat and sex. Matty fucking into me with a desperation I’d never quite experienced from him before.

I panted beneath him, nails digging into the wood of my headboard whilst he picked up the pace.

I couldn’t quite focus on anything but him. His breathy whispers, his fingertips which dotted my skin, the feel of him rocking in and out of me. It was almost as though nothing else existed but this moment, even if I knew it would soon end. His thrusts getting sloppier, his grip tightening, his murmured praises increasing by a tenfold.

“Come on, baby.”

I liked when he called me that.

Made me feel special.

But that thought soon soured. Because, was I really?

How could I be anything special when my whole life I’d been nothing but a doormat for people to walk all over? I couldn’t help but think that Matty would be the same, like he’d gotten too close and finally seen what everybody else already had.

“Squeaks, baby. What do you need?”

I whimpered at his ask, tears collecting in the corners of my eyes. “I–”

What the fuck did I need? It wasn’t meant to feel so loaded, that question. But it felt as though the walls were now closing in. Because was this it? Was this the end?

“I–” I tried, feeling Matty’s fingers slip from the ends of my hair before a gentle palm laid itself flat on the small of my back.

“So good for me.” I heard him say and I moaned at the slight praise, breathing harder as he continued to mumble mostly to himself, “So pretty. So good.”

I was almost there, back arching under his palm as the other moved away from the right grasp it held on my hip, fingers finally finding my clit, knowing exactly what I needed.

“Yes.” I panted as the combination of his hard thrusts and steady hand sent my head into a dizzying pool of water, “God, yes. I–”

I think I screamed as I came, his fingers working deftly whilst mine clung to the headboard, body trembling as I fought to keep myself up. But Matty was there, holding me long enough so that he could reach his high and pull out with a loud grunt, coating my inner thighs.

We stayed there for, I don’t know how long, until he finally released me, falling away whilst I slumped forward onto the pillows before us. He followed a second later, still catching his breath as he stared up at the ceiling. I watched him, eyes hidden behind my forearm and a sprawl of hair that had fallen over my face, content to soak in what I could of him. What I had left.

Then Matty shifted beside me, I half expected him to get up and leave with some half-arsed excuse on the tip of his tongue, but he paused when he caught my heavy gaze. I let my eyes trail over the side of face, on the tired circles settled beneath his lash line and the slope of his nose.

He looked back towards the ceiling.

“You got your souvenir, remember?” I found myself saying, stupidly, voice just above a croaked murmur, “Don’t let me keep you.”

Quiet. And then, “Do you want me to?”

I knew what he meant, but still I asked, “Want what?”

Matty’s head slowly turned towards me, eyes guarded and peering over at my devastated form. I wondered what he made of me right then, if he thought anything at all.

When he offered me no words, I refused to add anything either and felt what was left of my heart crumple up into a pitiful bundle when he pushed himself to the edge of a bed with a barely there sigh.

The air in my lungs caught as I watched and waited, eyes trailing after him as he rounded the bed frame to pick up his discarded boxers. I let them slip closed again, not wanting to watch him leave.

I listened to his feet pad across the hardwood floors and out of the room. My chest ached with every step but I didn’t dare stop him, burying my face further into my pillow.

I laid in wait for the front door to open, for there to be a clue to his evident departure, but then the footsteps returned. I didn’t dare give myself false hope, knowing he must have forgotten something to have come back. But the padding continued, closer and closer until they were back by the bed and I held my breath as it creaked, my eyes stinging just as I felt a warm damp cloth press against my inner thighs, wiping me clean.

I choked on the sob that wanted to escape me and the cloth paused for a split second before venturing on. I waited, wondering why he was doing this, why he was dragging it out.

Just leave already.

But then the cloth was pulling away again, and the bed was creaking again, and the tears, they wouldn’t stop.

Stay.

Please just stay.

I gasped into the pillowcase, stomach tensing with the strength to keep quiet. To let him leave quietly.

I wouldn’t cry.

And then there was quiet, at least for a moment or two, before the bed dipped once more and there was a hand in my hair, combing the strands from out of my face and tucking them behind my ear.

When I opened my eyes, he was still there. Dressed and ready to go, but still sitting there beside me. Whilst I laid bare, curled up into a ball to better protect myself from his knowing gaze.

Suddenly everything hurt. Suddenly I felt exhausted and was falling apart at the seams.

Matty moved carefully, stretching toward the foot of the bed before returning with the sheet to cover me up, laying it gently over my trembling shoulders. He leaned in to press a slow kiss to my forehead and then went to move away again.

My hand caught his wrist.

And then I was flat out sobbing. Hysterical even. Crying into the pillow almost soundlessly as I gasped to try and catch my breath. Because I wanted him to stay. I needed him to stay.

Not just for me. But for Teddy. And for the life he brought into my dreary flat. To the kindness he never failed to gift me.

I needed him to stay.

I needed him.

I opened my mouth to ask, to let him know. But I could hardly even bear to look at him, blurred as he was through my onslaught of tears, Matty still held the key to all but destroying what little I had left.

His hand returned to my hair, fingers tangling themselves in it, a sudden contrast to the rough grip they’d held there earlier. And then he settled further onto the bed, back pressed against the headboard whilst he continued to run his fingers through my hair.

The tears still flowed but the sobs came less and less, until I was blinking at his shadowed figure in the dark, holding out hope that somehow he’d just know and he’d stay.

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shoot-the-oneshot · 2 years

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PAPER RINGS

Based on this idea with the ring from Purple Hearts.

The one where rooster can’t find the perfect ring

Hangman version Young Maverick version

“Woah!” Maverick yelled being pulled into an empty classroom, “Rooster?” He asked seeing the pilot start to pace once the door shut. “I need your help Mav.” Since Bradley could tie his shoes he hasn’t asked maverick for help so this spiked his stress levels. “It's Y/N.” Rooster mumbled out. “What happened to Y/N?” If Bradley was the son he never had you were the daughter he was incredibly protective over you.

“Something happened to Y/N!” Rooster froze worry overcoming his entire body as he quickly looked out the window where he knew your jet would be soaring through the air. “That’s what you said!” Maverick yelled, making Rooster throw his arms in the air. “No, I didn’t, you did.” The men quieted down the stress of something happening you calming. “What did you need help with?”

“I want to marry her.”

“Kid that’s great but why’d you have to stress me out first come here,” Maverick said pulling the other man into him for a hug wishing that Goose was here to see his boy all grown up. Rooster rolled his eyes at the last comment.

“Will you help me pick out a ring?” Maverick had never been so happy to be invited to a jewelry store before but for the two kids coming together he couldn’t wait. Until they got there, then he slightly regretted it he should’ve known really. Goose was the same way when he went shopping for Carols.

“Do you like any of these?” Maverick asked glancing down at the glass cases of engagement rings. Rooster looked silently. He knew for sure he wanted to marry you, but he had no idea what type of ring you wanted. Thinking back on it he really should’ve asked Phoenix.

“No, they’re just not right.” He sighed, shaking his head, he knew if his mom and dad were there they’d know exactly what to do. maverick who had never been married was just as lost as Bradley, but he tried his best, “just, Just look at the rings, and when you see one that makes you feel the way you do when you look at Y/N that’s the one.”

“That’s actually not a bad idea.” With his newfound outlook, he spent probably another two hours looking from ring to ring, and nothing felt right. “Can I see the last one again?” He sheepishly asked, he know that the poor saleswoman hated him even Mav, who was resting his head on his hands. His mom loved the ring his dad gave her wore it long after he died, and Rooster wanted you to love yours just as much. Setting the rings down he groaned rubbing his hands down his face.

“Kid you could give her a paper ring and shed say yes.” Rooster paused at his words an idea popping into his head. “ Thank you!” He yelled, pushing the rings back and pulling Maverick behind him out the door. “Am I missing something?” Mav wondered aloud watching Rooster run to the back of his bronco and pull out a toolbox.

“I don’t need to buy her something I need to give her something.” He mumbled paying half attention to what Maverick was saying. “You’re going to give her your dog tags?” He asked, Watching the young pilot put them out of his shirt and off his neck. Separating the smaller chain from the longer one. “Part of them.” Cutting the chain to the length he measured next to a ring he took from your nightstand. Smacking Maverick's hand away when he went to reach for it. “Don’t touch.” Of course, Maverick ignored him and picked it up anyways when Rooster was done with it.

“You stole her ring?” Rooster huffed cutting him a glance from what he was doing. “I borrowed it.” Mav nodded along. “Stole it.” He whispered, making the pilot huff

“It’s temporarily misappropriated!” Rooster barked going back to the task at hand, connecting the chain back together he slid the small loop onto his finger showing Maverick.

“What do you think?” Bradley felt more nervous now than he did in the jewelry store. Watching for any look that may come over his unofficial uncles face. A proud smile slid on his face looking from the makeshift ring and the other pilot shifting on his feet. “Y/n will love it.” Passing the ring back Rooster immediately started fiteling with it.

“Are you sure? I know it's basic but we can pick out the other ring together so she really likes it you know, and I always wished I had my dads tags, thanks for that by the way.” Maverick cringed,

“so maybe even when I’m away she still has a little piece of me to carry around.” He rambles making Mav grab him by both arms to get him to take a breath. “Kid it's perfect.”

“Are you sure, because she definitely deserves perfect.”

“There’s only one way to find out.”

“Are you okay babe?” You asked seeing your boyfriend shift in his seat for the thousandth time nice he picked you up. Not to mention his hand white-knuckling the steering wheel. His head snapped over to you, quickly going back and forth between you and the road. “What? Yeah, I’m fine just looking forward to tonight.” Patting your knee than going straight back to the wheel. Normally his hands never left you so his behavior was confusing you a bit.

What you didn't notice was rooster had changed his shirt five times before driving to get you, he even had his second choice in the back in case he changed his mind. Maverick had brought Penny over during his spiral for a pep talk thinking shed help the young pilot better than he could. It slightly helped.

“We’re going to follow them right?” Penny whispered watching rooster pull off. “Of course we are I’m not missing this.”

Pulling up to the beach Rooster pulled you back when you went to step out of the car, pressing a kiss to your empty ring finger he asked you to wait while he set up.

Watching him running with arms full of baskets and bags made you giggle when he tripped a bit, sand and running not really mixing well.

Spreading out the blanket and fighting against the ocean breeze he managed to get all the candles lit, surrounding it with the flowers he hid there earlier. He had all your favorite foods there too. So you could celebrate if you said yes, or could drown his sorrows if you said no. Taking a few steps back and looking at his set up he nodded “talk to me dad.” He whispered, taking a breath before going back to get you.

“My lady.” He spoke in a playful British accent helping you out of the car. Making you let out that laugh he fell in love with hearing. “What do you have planned this evening Sir Bradshaw?” You asked playing along as you walked hand and hand down the path. His set up still out of view. “Picnic on the beach and watching the sunset sound good to you?”

“Perfect.” You leaned up to press a soft kiss against his jaw. God, he really hopes you think so. Before you both got any closer he pulled you to a stop. “You mind?” Holding up a bandana he didn't need to explain what he wanted. ‘Must be some picnic huh.”

With the bandana secured he carefully led you farther on the beach stopping you once you stood in the middle of the blanket. Not releasing your hand as he knelt on one knee in front of you. “You can take it off now.” You gasped seeing him on one knee. Looking up at you with the most love you’ve ever seen come from a person.

“Y/n, I said I fell in love with you at first sigh the night we met, but know all this time I spent with you I realized that’s not true.” He paused to collect himself seeing the tears start shimmering in your eyes, “every second I see you I fall more in love its love at every sight, every thought, every moment I spend with you makes me fall deeper and deeper in love with you and I want to love you for the rest of my life, will you give me that chance and marry me?”

pulling the chain ring out of his pocket he held it between you, you quickly nodded your head the second he asked, “Yes, yes yes!” Excitement flooded his entire body at your words and he stood to pull you into him and spun you around. “She said yes!” He shouted to no one in particular. Caressing his face you pressed your lips together a little awkwardly since neither of you could wipe the smiles off your faces.

Setting you back on your feet, he shakily slid the ring on your finger. “We will get you a diamond obviously but I didn’t want to pick it out without you.” You breathlessly laughed shaking your head fondly at your new fiancé. “It’s perfect I love it!”

Your moment of staring into each other's eyes broke as you both heard clapping.

“Oh god.” Rooster groaned hiding his face in your neck as you laughed, watching Maverick's eyes widened realizing they’ve been caught giving a shy wave as Penny beamed. You felt Rooster chuckle against you before he straightened up holding your left hand in his raising it. “We’re getting married!”

Hi!! Hope you guys liked it let me know in the comments and check out my TopGun masterlist for more. And let me know who’s version you want next in the comments Hangman or Young Mav

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The Senator from Montana

CHAPTER ELEVEN: The Best Of Montana

Featuring Sen. Jon Tester

My name is Russell Teague and my companion Sam Morgan are Montana's ambassadors for the Young Gay Montanians program, and we've the trek all the way to DC to share our essays and ideas about helping gay montanians. Both Sam and I had a thing for older men so we decided to take up our senior senator from Montana, Jon Tester's open invitation to stop by his office for any Montanans visiting the nation's capital. I really hoped we would hit it off, even though I knew nothing would happen, I was still getting randy just in anticipation. Finally, after meeting his receptionist, there he was with a warm smile on his face and a strong handshake.

Damn, he sexy man for his age, not fitting the modern profile of the Senate, sporting a flat-top haircut, big bellied (which I didn't mind on a man), six feet tall and pushing 300+ pounds. My cock twitched immediately as we sat in his office and made the usual “how was the trip?” type of conversation before talking about our program. During our discussion, his eyes would often meet mine. I began to notice his entrancing eyes, and I would find myself admiring his 66-year-old figure. His ill fitting suit, scuffed black boots, his callused, seven-fingered hands, his a direct manner, the way he addressed us with our last names and his repeatedly swearing, all I found oddly appealing.

During our conversation, we talked about everything from school to life in general. He told us about his 1,800-acre organic farm that he and his wife, Sharla, work together. With that being said, I suspected he might be interested when he said he had always had a strong fancy for men, but had kept that side of his nature fairly latent until he got to D. C. and he was now discovering the delight of good M2M friendships and sex. After admitting that, our conversation turned into how Sam and I would satisfy him if I got him into my bed.

Sen. Tester flashes a big grin, and without missing a beat, asked, "Have you two ever done two guys before?"

Both of us simultaneously answered, "Yes."

All of us were getting interested and I could feel my juices building as I blurted, "Are you interested?"

"Yes, as long as we all have fun. And kept it between us."

A feral smile arose on me as we anxiously agreed and stood up in front of the senator. Both of were semi hard as Sen. Tester locked eyes onto the slight of the bulges in our pants. Sam had a lovely fairly thick 7” cut cock, while mine just scrapes by at 8” slim and uncut.

"Oh, I guess I'm in fucking trouble now, seeing I have the two of you to deal with..." Sen. Tester said as I dropped to my knees in front of him.

Sen. Tester spread his legs as I began rubbing up and down his thighs while Sam removed his tie followed by unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his chest and ample belly. Both of us started to explore the senator's body with our hands, rubbing and caressing every part of him. Sam was lightly caressing the flesh of his man tits while I grinned up at the two of them, raking my hands along the upper slopes of Jon's thighs as he parted his legs even more. On the next pass I unbuckled his belt followed by reaching down and pulling off his boots. Jon ran his hands through my hair as I grabbed the legs of his pants and began to pull them off. Jon put his hands on the arms of the chair and lifted up so I could get them all the way off.

Noticing his beefy calves on his smooth legs, I ran my hands over them, enjoying every curve before pushing my face into Jon's boxer shorts and began massaging his cock with his mouth through the shorts. He shuddered in pleasure as I took in his musky smell. Sam was enjoying himself too, nipping at the lobe and ran the tip of his tongue along the crease of the senator's ear. Both of us heard the senator let out a deep breath and when he released it, it was followed up by a long, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Sam moved to the other side and gave his neck and ear the same treatment as his hands circled around Jon's thick body and closed around his firm, pert tits. He used his fingertips to tease and tug at his stiffening nipples. And the more Sam nibbled at his flesh and teased his tits, cause Jon's legs drifted even further apart, offering his ultimate treasure for me to feast upon. I was encouraged when I felt him shiver and release a long groan, "Ohhhhhhhhhh yesssssssss, suck my fucking cock!"

Quickly, I put my fingers in his shorts and slowly slid them off his legs as I kissed Jon's tubby tummy. I was rewarded with a pretty decent cock. It was about 6 inches, thick, veiny and most importantly, hard. I lowered my head and inhaled Jon's intoxicating scent before licking it from the bottom of his shaft to the tip as he shuddered in pleasure. Then I put my mouth over his throbbing cock and began to suck the senator off. I could feel the veins on his cock as my lips glided up and down. His salty precum hit my tongue and I looked up at him.

Jon let out a gasp, but it was cut off as he and Sam's lips met. It was a gentle kiss at first as they relished in the heat of their mouths on each other. Sam's hands clapped down harder on Jon's heaving chest and his lips parted. His tongue moved past his and met his tongue in her mouth. Jon returned Sam's kiss with the same intensity. He arched his back and released another groan as my hands slid beneath him and clutched at his ass so I could take him deeper.

Sam immediately resumed playing with the senator's nipples as I bobbed up and down Jon's cock. I was spurred on by his louder, more vocal sounds escaping from his throat. The smell of musk and sex filled my senses and it was intoxicating. His hands gripped my shoulders as if he wanted me to stop, but I wanted it. I wanted his cum. I wanted his satisfaction. He thrusted his hip as he could no longer hold it in anymore.

Suddenly Jon grabbed me by the hair and fired his load down my throat and with his loud groan I had finished him off. I doubled my efforts as I continued sucking his cock and drank down all he could expel. Jon couldn't take it any longer and he pushed my head as hard as he could; breaking the vacuum I had created.

"Give a guy a chance to recuperate, I'm game, but I need a tiny break." He groaned.

Sam chuckled and said, "I want some of that Russ."

"Wait a fucking minute or two. I'm not letting anyone get back down there until I get some feeling back in my legs! Holy Fuck Teague, that was fucking fantastic, truly fantastic." Jon said shaking his head as he tried sitting up.

"My pleasure, senator!" I said as I the few drops of cum that escape my mouth.

"If the two of you are adamant about continuing this, I'd much rather do it somewhere more private. I'm not a person who likes to put on a show; heaven knows you two already did."

After getting dressed, we made our way separately to Sen. Tester's Capitol Hill townhouse he rents for "meetings" like this when his wife is in D.C.. By the time we got to Jon’s townhouse, he was ready and waiting. Once in, I made the first move, leaning in to kiss him.

"Maybe we should take this to the bedroom." Jon said as he led us to his bed room.

Jon's burly body was too resisting, so I kissed again. Quickly, he started unbuttoning my shirt, unzipping my pants, and basically tearing my clothes off as he moved his tongue around inside my mouth. As my clothes fell to the floor, I pulled his pants down, unleashing his mammoth dick and balls. It was at full staff as Sam and I admired it. And just as I was about to get my hands on it, Sen. Tester quickly sat on the bed, drew my erect cock towards him. He smiled when he felt my cock twitch in his fist before taking a a deep breath and parting his lips, wrapped them around the huge head and locked his lips tightly around my quivering shaft.

"Oh Sen. Tester..." I moaned as , Jon grabbed hold of my ass and clutching at it in his callus hands, pulled me towards him, taking him deeper into his mouth.

Jon wiggled his lips until they were pressing against my nut sack before gagging and pulling back quickly. I saw the excitement course through him as he bobbed up and down my cock. He looked up, saw the amazement on our faces and winked at us as he resumed focusing on me. I couldn't believe how lucky I was to have him milk me.

But I was being selfish, so I finally pulled my cock out of his mouth and turned his face to Sam's cock. He fed his cock to Jon, forcing his throat down deep on his cock. This married man was a ferocious cock hound. He couldn’t get enough of sucking cock as he went back and forth sucking our cocks.

Ready to take things to the next level, I took control and told Sen. Tester to get up on the bed on all fours, anticipating a cock up his ass. I quickly kneeled on the bed behind him with his ass up for me to reach. He stiffened when he suddenly felt my tongue tickling his puckered hole.

"Fuck, boy." He said as I began probing the senator's asshole.

I stiffened my tongue and dipped in and out of his hole over and over again, making sure to get it properly lubricated. I was lucky my cock was still coated with Sen. Tester's saliva as I wasn't about to wait any longer than I have to fuck him. Feeling me getting into position behind him, Sen. Tester began swaying his ass from side to side in anticipation of getting fucked. It was like he was a matador waving his flag at me before I grabbed a hold of his wide hips and charged into him; spearing Jon with his one stiff horn. He was tight, but Jon was so wet, I slid in easily. I pulled back and forward a few times and as I did, I felt him relax and it slid in all the way to my swollen nuts.

Sen. Tester rolled his head from side to side. He'd been fucked before, but having my cock turned him on even more. His mouth dropped open as he drew in as much air into his lungs as possible. Then Jon straighten up his arms; allowing the incredible sensation of my cock to slide in and out of his supercharged ass.

"Get that fucking cock over here. I need you in my mouth while Teague finishes off in me."

Sam quickly position his crotch just before the senator's hanging head. Jon grabbed hold of his shaft in his fist, holding it at the base. He examined it and his mouth began to water, anticipating it in his mouth and throat as I picked up the pace. Just seeing what was about to occur, turned me on even more. I loved spitroasting a guy; having him nailed from both ends. I thrust into Jon harder, sending my swollen nuts slapping over and over again against his swollen hole.

As Jon closed his lips around my cock, he let out a groan, finally having both of our cocks in him at the same time. Sam to fuck the senator's mouth as he watched me fuck him from behind. I could tell he was impressed with the senator as he watched his big, lush body take both cocks in him at the same time. He caressed his cheek before saying, "You are one hellava cock sucker Sen. Tester."

"You can say that again. I nearly lost it a couple times, but now, this, having him as he sucks you, I'm not gonna last long." I said as I slapped his ass lightly.

Hearing this, Jon spread his legs out wide and arched his spine, trying to make me grind over and over against his aching ass. The three of us created a passion circuit without any means for it to escape; it just grew stronger and hotter. I thought I was the luckiest man alive as Sen. Tester buck his hips, meeting my urgent thrusts while sucking on Sam's cock even harder.

"Oh you fucking bastard! Yes, just like that! Ahhhhhh Fuckkkkkkkk! Fuck me, fuck me hard, I need you to fill my ass with your cum!" Jon growled out after tearing his mouth off Sam's cock.

I lost it, hearing the senator say what he did, especially knowing what a powerful man he was. I lost it and began bathing his ass with my hot cum as I clutched at his ample hips.

Just then, the dam gave way and a strong orgasm ripped through Jon, causing him to release his load beneath him. It also caused him to doubled his efforts on Sam. Tightened fist and opening his mouth, he swallowed all that was visible above his fist. Sam threw back his head as I wasn't the only one turned on by the senator's obscene vocals. He was so close and watching me fill him with my load and watching Jon lose it, so did he. He grabbed hold of his head and pushed it downward as he began to send blast after blast of his hot cum down his throat and into his belly.

Jon began to cough and gag as he pulled away and was rewarded with a face full of hot cum. It clung to his cheek and ran across his and down his neck. Sen. Tester was now having both of us cumming on and in him at the same time. My thrusts begin to weaken as I shivered from the aftermath of one of my greatest day, sexually, I've ever experienced.

#The Senator from Montana #Jon Tester #tester fan fiction #Tester Fiction #american politician #politician #The Best Of Montana

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tervaneula · 7 months

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So i read " breath and let go " rottmnt and i kid you not i was bit worried about the whole " rope " thing even with tags on, maybe back in my mind i don't like it and have bad memory of it? But don't remember but also will try to not let it get in my way of reading your fic because it's a joy to be honest.

It slowly tells how leo's getting " tited up " and i honestly couldn't stop imagining him turning to some type of a swing? The type you put into your garden and am over here like " bro when Usagi's gonna sit on him?🤣 ".

The " gyaku-ebi " i tried to search for this - i believe a way to tie up someone? Something? - but found nothing. So i gave up and said " yep leo is working part time job as a swing ".

It turned out its not their first time doing it and i loved how Usagi's so gentle with his lover way more than carrying an egg, he even went to lower him slowly, had a futon under him for safety and even went to massage him after he untied him, someone give this rabbit a rope- i mean an Oscar!

The fic ends so beautifully with a cuddle in bed with a candle light and a sweet smell from Usagi's fur... Wonder if he took shower before this whole rope session(?).

I know i don't like ropes, but at the same time this fic gave some... Peace? Calmness? I feel so at peace in the last part where the two cuddles in bed, just... Sit there, with my phone at hand... As i feel peaceful and content.

Thank you so much for making this fic Terv🤍

Okay. Whoa, OKAY, I don't think I'm ever going to be over this– you left your comfort zone just to read my fic??? That's... incredible. Oh my god. I really cannot tell you how big this is to me. Thank you so, so much 😭😭😭 It was so brave of you and I'm in awe! 💓💓💓

Gyaku-ebi basically means "reverse shrimp" so to think of the positioning as a swing is not that far off in my mind! XD I don't think Yuichi could comfortably sit on Leonardo's back because of the shell and how Leonardo's limbs were placed but the thought is really funny.

AND YESYESYESYES I LOVE THAT YOU APPRECIATE THE GENTLENESS that was one of the big reasons why I wanted to write this scene in the first place! I need to show the care Yuichi treats Leonardo with like I need air, it's so important to me ;_; And Yuichi probably uses a fragrance oil!

"I know i don't like ropes, but at the same time this fic gave some… Peace? Calmness? I feel so at peace in the last part where the two cuddles in bed, just… Sit there, with my phone at hand… As i feel peaceful and content."

But god. This. Oh man. I seriously have tears in my eyes. I almost can't believe what I'm seeing here like... that was the purpose of this little story. To let me feel peace and calm, to actually give that feeling to Leonardo. And here you're saying that you felt it too, despite your dislike of ropes? I love you so much. Holy heck. This is just... unfathomable to me. Thank you SO MUCH for reading this fic and commenting so beautifully on it, you have no idea what it means to me. Please take care, you are AMAZING.

#AND YOU EVEN THANK *ME* FOR WRITING THE FIC????? AAAUUUOOOUUUGHGH I AM JUST A PUDDLE OF SYRUP ON THE FLOOOOOR #asks #tervdraws #nqk #nqk adjacent

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Cooling Off

“Toff Girl” (aka “Damsel” Universe) Masterlist

A/N: I am finally done with this! I've been working on this on and off for like two months. This is supposed to take place between Yes, Daddy and Damesl in Euphoria. The scorching summer gave me an idea and I was glad to add other elements I've been waiting to use into this. Iniitally I was going to make this a one off for The Little Sister universe but I felt this dynamic worked better for this one. Hope you enjoy! (Also, this was not beta'd so you may find some grammatical or spelling errors.)

Rating: E (18+ ONLY)

Word Count: ~4.5k

Plot: Trying to cool off turns up the heat instead.

Pairing: Raymond Smith x F! Reader

Contains: teasing, water gun play, sundress, bratting, chasing/primal play, dub-conish?, unprotected P in V, penetration with objects (i don't know if that needs to be a warning but including it anyways), creampie, choking, face slapping, degradation, manhandling, daddy kink, D/s dynamics, DD/lg elements (no age play), some aftercare, some praising

It's hot. Sweltering hot. And there's nothing on God's green earth that can provide sufficient relief except to hide from it. That is, if you're lucky to. Even then, sometimes it's not enough. It has hit record high temperatures and this type of weather was never intended for this part of the world.

It's so hot outside, Mickey decided to close the pub down for the day and let Ray work from home. There is no need for them to run around the city and if he's honest, he'd rather stay in the comfort of his air conditioned home anyways. Even the born and bred Texan can't get use to the heat.

And you? Never have to work a day in your life, but you choose to because even though your parents can afford to, you don't want to rely on them for financial support. Well, if there's a new shiny car you want, you know they'll shell out the money without question for their only child, but everyday living expenses, feeding yourself and putting a roof over your head, you want to be able to pay for it with your own hard earned money. Also, the beauty of your job is, most days you can work from wherever you want. It's essentially a remote job and when you're not at the office, you usually work from your own flat or at a café, but today you're doing it in the comfort of your boyfriend's house. You had invited yourself over this morning when he casually mentioned that he's working from home today and he didn't have the heart or stomach to turn you away when you greeted him at the front door in a short slinky sundress with his favorite morning pastries fresh from the bakery.

Now, you're nearly finished with all your tasks so you're bored. You're just waiting for your boss to email you back for approvals and you know she can take forever to get back to you. You look over at Ray who is seated at the dining room table, working quietly. That man has not left his seat for the last five hours since this morning. Even though he's working from home, he's still dressed in his pressed jeans, button down shirt with his sleeves rolled to his elbos, waistcoat and a tie. You don't know how he does it. Your sundress doesn't even feel light enough for you to beat this heat. While you appreciate the central air Ray has in his meticulously designed house, the unprecedented 40 degrees temperature outside is affecting the performance of the air conditioning unit. At least you're not sticking to the leather couch. It's really a good thing you have nowhere to go.

You've got to admit though, you admire Ray's discipline and focus. You've tried to distract him all day to keep him on his toes - and to have some fun - and it's like he's got invisible blinders and earplugs on. It first started small, like constant tapping your finger on the table or shaking your leg when you know he hates that. You would make an obnoxious refreshing 'ahh' sound after every loud sip of water. You almost spit out your water once seeing the stern look Ray the gave you after you did it probably for the 50th time that day. Then it escalated to you grabbing his butt or running your fingers through his perfectly coiffed hair, flustering him for a moment. At some point you purposely dropped your pen in front of him and bent over to pick it up, but he seemed oblivious to it. You even tried to get his attention by blatantly rubbing yourself under your dress at one point while he was on a call with Mickey, but he avoided your gaze and was so concentrated on his computer screen. You're pretty sure he saw you in his peripheral vision though. For a second you might have had his attention, but he continued to work seemingly unaffected. You can now see why Mickey hired him.

With nothing else to do, you check the time and decide it's time for your lunch break.

"Ray, are you hungry?" you ask him, breaking the deafening silence in the room. You needed to hear something other than the occasional clicking and clacking from both his and your laptops.

Ray brings his wrist up to check the time.

"Very. I'm almost done with this. Should probably order takeaway. It's too bloody hot to... cook..."

Ray's sentence dies off as he looks over at you getting up from the couch and bringing your arms up above your head to give your back and shoulders and good stretch from sitting on the couch for so long, letting a moan slip out as your muscles loosen. He adjusts his glasses as his eyes wander down below your waist where the hem of your short sundress rises, stopping just at the top of your thighs, but he notices the undercurves of your ass peeking out just enough as you twist your waist from side to side. When you look over at him, Ray quickly turns his attention back to his notebook, scribbling nonsense to pretend he wasn't distracted at all.

"Yes, Daddy," you answer before letting out an exaggerated sigh.

He pauses his task, his pen in midair, to look up at you with wide eyes and look of warning. You coyly look back at him with the slightest smirk, amused by his reaction.

"What? I didn't mean anything by it," you tell him, but he's not convinced.

"It just rolled off my tongue," you shrug.

Ever since you and Ray started exploring power dynamics in your relationship, which you both enjoy very much, you like to push it a little further each time just to see where it goes. Since this is still new to you and Ray, no rules or expectations have been established yet. He is more experienced in this than you are so you're still figuring out what works for the both of you and what you want out of the experience. You typically don't call him Daddy outside of the bedroom or scene, but you're feeling playful right now.

As if on cue, the tip of Ray's tongue darts from between his pink lips, just enough to wet them before returning to its hiding place, with his gaze still on you.

"I'm going to grab some ice water. Do you want any?" You ask as you saunter over to the kitchen.

Ray hooks a finger into the collar of his shirt, tugging on it while clearing his throat.

"Uh, yeah, sure. I could use some," he answers and then starts loosening his tie and unbuttoning his waistcoat to shed the extra layer.

Ray continues to watch you when the back of your dress rises again as you reach up to grab two glasses from the top cabinet. Of course, tall man, tall shelves. You have to tiptoe and use the countertop as leverage, leaning against it and practically climbing on it, making your backside stick out a bit and allowing Ray to have a better view under your dress, but not enough to see everything. You hear Ray clearing his throat again. After successfully getting the cups, you fill each with ice and cold water from the dispenser.

You walk back to the living room, heading towards Ray and place the glass on a coaster next to him. No water rings on this oak table.

"Thank you," Ray says as he turns to look up at you. "Good girl."

His attempt to hide his smirk didn't go unnoticed. You, on the other hand, have no shame in showing how his praise affected you. You feel your cheeks getting warm - and not because of the weather - as you flash him a wide grin.

"Have you picked a place for lunch yet?" he asks after taking a gulp of his much needed ice water.

"No, not yet. What are you in the mood for?" You snake an arm around his shoulders and slide yourself onto his lap while balancing your own glass of ice water in your other hand.

Ray watches you take a sip of your water. You shriek when a drop of condensation hits the exposed skin at the top of your chest. You glance down and remove your arm from his shoulders to wipe off the water. You seize up for a moment when another droplet hits you but realize how much relief the cold water brought you. A lightbulb goes off in your head.

"Actually, I'll go pick us up some lunch, yeah?" you ask, looking back up at him, catching his eyes focused on where the water fell on you. You clear your throat and his eyes move up to meet yours.

"Uh, yeah, sure, whatever you want," Ray quickly says before shifting his attention back to his work. "I'd like to finish this, please. Off you go."

Ray gently pats your butt and you move off his lap.

"I'll be back in a splash."

You lay a quick peck on his cheek and leave your glass of water on the table before going to grab your purse. Ray notices the condensation of your glass pooling onto his pristine table and immediately wipes it down before placing a coaster under it. His eyes twitch for a moment as he looks over to call out to you but you're already out the door. You dread the heat outside, but it'll be all worth it.

***

Ray had finally taken a break. He didn't realize how stiff his muscles were until he actually got up from his seat, giving them a stretch and loosening them a bit before taking a stroll to the bathroom. All the water he’s been drinking is finally catching up to him. When he walks back to the dining and living room, he expected to find you as he thought he heard you come in, but you're nowhere to be found.

"Hm," he curiously hums. Maybe he misheard.

As he gets comfortable again to continue working, he notices a translucent neon blue plastic gun with an orange tip next to his laptop. He picks it up to inspect it, the clear liquid content sloshing around as he turns it over and shakes it. For a moment, he glances over at his laptop screen and does a double take when he sees something he did not type up in large bold letters:

"WANT LUNCH? FIND ME."

Ray adjusts his glasses and lets out a heavy sigh.

"Love, I don't have time for games right now," Ray shouts, not knowing if you are even within earshot of his voice.

When he gets no response, he just shakes his head and goes back to work, but is interrupted by his growling stomach. He ignores it, taking a sip of his water when he suddenly feels something wet and cold hit the back of his head. He immediately flinches and ducks, quickly turning around to find no one. After a quick scan, he puts the glass of water down on the coaster and cautiously looks again. Everything seems to be in place and not a soul in sight. Just then, Ray's phone rings, startling him for a second. He quickly checks his phone before turning his attention back over his shoulders.

"Yes, boss?"

While listening to Mickey, his eyes stay vigilant of his surroundings, darting around behind furniture and walls for any sign of you.

"Yes, I'll send that to you right now."

He quickly hangs up the call and slips his phone back into his pocket, turning his attention back to his laptop to send the information Mickey had requested. Just as he clicks on the "send" button, he feels another squirt hit his face. He instantly turns his head towards the direction where it came from and sees movement from behind one of the couches. He recognizes the pattern of your short dress peeking out from where you're crouching down. He wipes his face and glasses with his handkerchief and then grabs the water gun. He slowly and quietly rises from his seat with the gun pointed out in front of him, holding the plastic toy like a real one, except his finger is on the trigger because he's ready to squeeze at any given moment. There will be no warning.

After a few moments of absolute silence, you curiously poke your head up to look over the top of the couch and stiffen as soon as you make eye contact with Ray and see him heading towards you. You gasp when he starts moving quicker. You run like hell to the kitchen, using the island as a barrier. The two of you circle the island as he chases you, both trying to predict which direction each of you will go.

At some point he pauses to shoot you, but you were able to duck in time to avoid getting hit. When you pop back up and try to shoot him back, you shriek when you see him rounding the corner so you sprint off but not without getting hit in the back with water, making you squeal. You jump into the first room you see, into his study. You crouch down and hide behind one of the large accent chairs most further into the room.

You're expecting Ray to walk into the room any second as he was close behind you, but you don't hear any footsteps. In fact, it's too quiet. After a few seconds, you cautiously peek around to look towards the door, waiting for him to emerge, but nothing happens. Peeking out a little further, you carefully look around the room.

You slowly get up to your feet, trying not to make any noise. Once you've steadied yourself, you freeze when you suddenly feel something against the side of your neck and one of your arms, the one holding your own water gun, twisted behind your back. You try to wiggle and move away but his other hand swiftly comes down to grab your other arm, also pinning it behind you, rendering you helpless. You try to kick back but he pushes his body up against yours, trapping you between him and the back of the tall chair.

"Did you think you were going to outrun me?" Ray asks, holding your arms steady.

"Maybe," you huff out, still struggling to get out of his grip.

"The sun must have fried that pretty little head of yours when you went out there."

"Yeah. Maybe you should take a look at it for me."

You're not in the business of hurting Ray, but the adrenaline running through you has got you feeling a bit competitive and also bratty. You swing your head back, hoping you won't break his nose, but just enough to distract him so you can get loose. Expecting his face to collide with the back of your head, instead you quickly find yourself pushing up against the decorative wallpaper. Quick on his reflexes, Ray avoided your attempted head bash and pinned you against an adjacent wall, carefully to not hurt you, but limiting your movements even more.

"Did you seriously just try to knock me in the face?" he asks incredulously.

"I knew you would move out of the way," you lie. You really underestimated his skillset. You know his line of work, but you thought he was just a paper pusher and chauffeur and the guns were just for show.

He’s a proper gangster. You’ve never seen him use a gun before, but you suppose that’s by design. Also, your own combat skills are very limited so you're not sure what you thought would happen.

You notice something pressing against your ass and you push back against it.

“Careful, love.” Ray warns, pushing back. “Finger’s on the trigger. Don’t want to get wet now, do you?”

"How do you know I'm not already?"

You usually don't really care for guns. You've witnessed toffs showing off their toys and shooting skills, particularly the men in your social circles. Flaunting their wealth won't do since you also come from money, so they need to find other ways to get your attention, but that doesn't do anything for you. Rich men with big guns? Big deal. You've seen too many of those. Unless the world is coming to an end and you need to hunt for your own meal, it's pointless. It's just an ego stroke for them. A gun measuring contest if you will. You're pretty sure they don't know how to defend themselves if it came down to a gunfight.

However, never having ever seen Ray in action with a gun before, you realize now that when he wields them, it gets your blood flowing. You've never been drawn to or attracted to guns, but there's just something about it when Ray handles them. He’s careful, precise and intentional with how he uses them.

He has nothing to prove. He utilizes it on a need-to basis. He knows it’s not something to flaunt and doesn’t need to whip it out to show everyone how big his cock is. He’s subtle and stealthy and that makes him that much sexier. You’re now both afraid and turned on by imagining him with a real one. That kind of power is like an aphrodisiac.

"The gun fight was supposed to cool us down but I guess it's doing the opposite, eh?" you say, pushing back again.

Ray looks down between the two of you to see you grinding back against the tip of his water gun. He curiously tilts his head to the side.

"This turns you on, doesn't it, love?" Ray asks into your ear, leaning in and putting his weight on you, causing you to groan.

"Maybe just a little," you admit.

"Just a lit'le? I can smell you," Ray growls. "You've been teasing me all day, love. Distracting me while I'm working. Being a naugh'y lit'le brat."

"Yet you've kept a straight face and focused the entire time," you respond. "Quite impressive really."

"Let's just say you'll never win a poker game against me ever," Ray adds.

“Well, now that I know—“

You get interrupted by Ray's phone when it rings. You feel Ray shifting, pinning both of your wrists with one large hand and tucking the gun into his belt before he reaches for his phone in his pocket.

"Yes, boss?"

You try to shimmy out of his hold as he's on the phone, but you have no luck. His long fingers are firmly gripped around your wrists and the weight of his hips are pinning you against the wall.

"Sure, boss. I'll take care of it as soon as my lunch break is over."

He hangs up and slips his phone back into his pocket and retrieves the gun, continuing where he left off. You feel your dress hiked up and there's a pause. You're wondering what's the hold up and you try to turn, but Ray pins you back against the wall. You flinch when you something running up and down your slit and let out a low moan when you feel it brush up against your clit.

"You're not wearing any knickers under that short dress and you went out in public that way? You've been more than naughty. You've been a bad, bad girl." Ray states.

"And what are you gonna do about it?" you tease.

"You're playing a dangerous game, kitten."

A guttural noise sounding almost like a purr comes out of you when you feel more pressure against your core.

“What are you going to do? Shoot me?” you taunt.

“Don’t think I won’t.”

“Oh, love. You're just hangry," you add.

"Hangry?"

"Y'know, hungry and angry--"

"I know what it means!" Ray quickly spits out right before his stomach audibly rumbles.

"See. Hang--"

"There are other things that are a bit more pressing at the moment," he interrupts while pressing his crotch into your backside.

You bite your bottom lip and hum, pushing back.

"I know you get off on me manhandling you like this--"

"I know you also get off on manhandling me like this--"

"You somehow don't know when to stop pushing Daddy's buttons, do you?" Ray presses the tip of the gun against your opening.

"No, Daddy! I--" You gasp and moan when you feel the gun start penetrating you.

"What was that, kitten?"

You bite your lip and thrust back, trying to fuck the barrel of the gun. You moan when feeling it pushing in deeper.

"You needy slut. Look how desperate you are," Ray growls.

You have no response except to enjoy the feeling between your legs until it disappears. You whimper at the withdrawal, but suddenly you're pulled away from the wall and tossed onto one of the nearby couches. You quickly turn onto your back, but you're met with his gun in your face. Testing his reflexes, you fake a lunge at him and he presses the tip against your lips. You slowly open your mouth, feeling the plastic slip in deeper the more you open up.

Ray watches you as he starts undoing his belt and jeans. You start to move your mouth over the barrel, licking and gently sucking on it, bobbing your head up and down.

"You dir'y lit'le whore," he smirks. "My dir'y lit'le whore."

Ray pushes your legs apart with his knees and aligns himself with you before shoving himself into you. You moan around the gun and your eyes roll back. While holding himself up with one arm, Ray's hips pull back and slam back into you.

"God, you're so fucking wet. You really do get off on me manhandling you, don't you, slut?" He continues to slowly drag himself in and out of you.

You don't quite respond. You just continue orally pleasing the gun as you feel Ray torturing you.

"But it's not fair when you need to be taught a lesson."

Ray's free hand goes for your throat and he thrusts into you rhythmically, at a medium pace.

You moan around the gun again and arch up, feeling pressure on the sides of your neck and cervix. He is not wasting time as he's pumping in to you deep and hard.

His grip around your throat tightens and you start to feel yourself fading. Shortly after, you tap on his arm. He immediately loosens his grip, gently massages your neck with his fingers. He pulls the gun out of your mouth and tosses it aside.

"You alright, kitten?" he asks, stilling his hips to give you a few moments. He leans down closer to you to examine your neck. “Are you good to continue?”

"Yes," you nod.

"Yes, what?" His grip on your neck tightens again, but not as strong as it was before.

"Yes, Daddy," you answer and then Ray places a quick tender kiss on your forehead before slipping back inside you, continuing where he had left off.

This was not going to be a slow chase, but it doesn't need to be because he is hitting you in all the right places, both inside you, around your neck and most importantly, your brain and pain sensors. You've both learned degradation and pain gets your blood moving, but Ray always balances it out with praise and affection. They're like yin and yang.

"Not wearing your panties out in public in that short dress? You were desperate for attention, weren't you? And teasing me all fucking day. Is this what you wanted?” Ray goes off.

Not being able to speak in the moment, you simply flash him a smirk as he continues to pound into you relentlessly. You can feel your walls start to flutter when you feel Ray smack your face.

“Don’t you dare cum. You haven’t earned it. This is your punishment.”

“Yeah? And what if I do?” you push back.

With that, Ray releases your neck, pulls out of you instantly and then starts jerking himself over you.

“No! I’ll be good for the rest of the day,” you pout and whine.

“Too little too late, princess.” Ray continues to stroke himself, getting himself closer.

“Please, Daddy?” You show him your saddest puppy eyes as you reach down and gently rub yourself to relieve some of the pressure building, spreading your legs a bit more. “I’ll be a good little kitten for you. I promise.”

Ray’s hand slows down as he watches you.

“I know you wanna cum inside my pussy and claim what’s yours, don’t you?” you continue to tease.

“Who’s Daddy’s fucking slut?” Ray asks.

"I'm Daddy's fucking slut," you mewl.

“And who owns this cunt?” He follows up.

“You do,” you answer.

“That’s right, and don’t you ever forget that.” Ray shoves himself back inside you and you gasp, feeling yourself full again.

You run your hands over his chest and move up to his face, slipping your fingers coated in your own arousal into his mouth. He sucks and licks on them before grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head. He drives himself into you over and over again, sprinting to the finish line. You’re close to your own and you’re not sure how much longer you could hold back.

“Cum for me, kitten!” Ray grunts.

You finally let go and feel Ray spurting inside of you as you milk him, grinding up to meet him. You both moan loudly as your orgasms take over.

After you both take a moment, Ray pulls out of you and takes the bottom of your dress to clean himself off before tucking himself back in and making himself presentable again.

“Ray! This dress is dry clean only!” You scold him.

“That’ll be a lesson for you,” Ray nods. “Besides, that’ll wash out.”

“I’m not so sure…” you say, examining the white stain that’s forming.

“Love…” Ray starts.

You look up at him as he reaches in to grip your chin. He moves your head left and right, touching and checking for any marks or injury. He then inspects your wrists, seeing some light bruising. He brings them up to his lips and kisses them.

“You alright?” he asks, looking straight into your eyes.

You nod. He continues to stare at you for a second before planting a kiss on your lips. Both of your growling stomachs interrupt the moment.

“Come on, love. This is cutting into my short lunch break. I’m going to have to work through it.” He offers you his hand and you take it.

He pulls you off the couch and after you get to your feet, you fix your dress.

“The water gun was a fun clever idea but don’t you ever shoot that inside my house again, you understand?” Ray says as he leads you out of the room.

“Okay, fine!” you reply.

He swiftly swats your butt and you squeal.

“Yes, Daddy!” you correct yourself.

“That’s my girl.” He leans in and plants a kiss on your temple.

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actionsurges · 2 years

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A FURTHER EXPLANATION OF MY DMING PHILOSOPHY

I made a post earlier that was titled something like "anyways here's how to be a good DM" and I never really fully explained the points I made and what that looks like for me when planning and prepping a game. Now that my current short game is mostly through and most of the big reveals have dropped, I'm happy to use it as an explanation for this because I think it's a good example of it on a small scale.

"Give your players a clear idea of the game you want to run and make sure people are on the same page."

What I mean by this is it all comes down to how you present your game. I'm going to be using my three-part heist game. What I did to make sure my group were on the same page was I gave them the following information:

I wanted the game to be split into three parts, the set up to the heist, the heist itself, and the complication / resolution.

I asked them what sort of heist theme they wanted to do, if their characters had pre-established relationships? What type of item did they want to steal? What atmosphere did they wanted to heist in? And my party settled on stealing a significant item from a semi-public function and that their characters loosely knew of each other.

I told them about our setting, a floral, horticultural themed city inspired by Italian and Spanish architecture (which also means partially inspired by Al-Andalusian architecture bc nothing in the world is in a vacuum lmao) and with a huge theater/opera scene that is largely only available to the upper class.

I gave them my house rules for character creation to get them started on the mechanical side

This last one came halfway through me figuring out the plot / partway through they had figured out the character concepts they wanted to pursue but I gave them a more detailed premise of what the heist would be from an in-world perspective and how their character was going to be connected to it. (Imgur Link Here)

Then I set them loose and let them start coming up with character concepts and figuring out how to tie them to the setting and how they influence what the plot will be. Which leads us to-

"Create a situation and put your players in that situation, watch what they do to resolve it, and repeat the process based on what they do."

This doesn't speak to how you build things gradually leading up to a larger plot, but this is how I approach short games, one shots, or the arcs in my long game. I would also say you want to make the situation you're creating connect to the characters in some way whether it's in a plot way or an emotional stakes way.

My players for the heist game settled on:

A) a down on his luck mafia goon who was being blackmailed by his mafia don using the pc's niece, who he couldn't raise on his own and has no clue she's a bargaining chip because she's grown up in that situation. she's also goth but that's irrelevant.

B) an accomplished but now retired thief who has become an art restorer and still mingles within high society, but worries about his adopted sibling who is still plotting and scheming even after a terrible injury that took her out of the game temporarily.

C) a graduate of an arcane university whose student loans are the reason they've turned to crime, with an unusual connection to a quori adrift in space that is the literal embodiment of the dream of recognition.

D) a courtesan by 'day' / assassin by 'night, who has fallen in love with the governor's wife, who is both her patron and her patron.

These concepts are what helped me flesh out the heist premise that I ended up giving to them (its in that imgur link above) and helped me start to realize how I wanted to thread things together. As soon as I knew that B had a storied history, I wanted to make that NPC important and ended up making them the plot device and person who got the party together for the heist. When I knew D wanted to have an important archmage patron and was determining what sort of event I wanted them to steal from, something just clicked into place for political race and having her NPC be the governor's wife. I wanted to connect C and the governor's wife via the type of magic they use so they're both connected to the lost planet of aberrations. And then of course, the mafia's going to be involved and have some hand in trying to rig the election for A.

What this led to was a gala where the following things are going to happen which the party cannot control and could change the course of their plan and how they do the heist:

the governor is going to be assassinated by someone hired by the mafia (revealed to be. a courtesan/assassin bc somehow one of my players sniped an NPC concept I came up with 4 years ago when i first went, huh i want to do a heist game in fantasy italy someday.)

the mafia don and A's niece will be there

news flash, the special object is holding someone inside it and the party has no clue who or what yet

the ticking pressure of if they'll even be able to make it out with the catastrophic complications, and where their ally, B's sibling is...

So yeah, that's how I set up a game and a situation. I like to build ways for my players to be connected to the scenario and have a personal stake in it even if it isn't explicitly About Them. They all still get to have great beats that are important to their characters and things to pursue within the structure of the plot and I find that it works well and I recommend the "put these guys in a situation" strategy for any DM that wants to feel like you're giving your players good boundaries to work within and also give them agency to propel the plot.

I have no clue if my players will make it out of this situation with the rose or with all of their allies or how their interpersonal relationships will be affected, but that's okay. I'm reacting to their strategy and the dice rolls to bring them towards a resolution, whatever that resolution may be and they have the power to affect where they end up because I haven't decided an ending. I haven't assumed that they'll successfully get away with everything they want and everything perfectly resolved but I also haven't assumed they'll end up in jail or dead. It will be what it will be and I'm optimistic and excited to see what they do with the scenario!

Anyway, that's all. Put your guys in problems.

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Speaking of getting Ingo so horny that he can't think straight! It's summer, and that means it's tank top and shorts season. So those are the types of clothes that Ingo will see his S/O in, and combined with the fact that he's a breast man. Well. He's going to be well fed.

The thing is though? I bet he'd feel guilty about it at first. You're just wearing clothes appropriate for the weather, that doesn't give him the right to look at you sexually! He is not a subway creep and you are not an object! He's not going to disrespect you and-stop LAUGHING Emmet! This is serious!

Emmet: LOL. LMAO even.

(The fact that his S/O probably won't mind being looked at sexually doesn't cross Ingo's mind because he is a nerd. On the plus side, his expression when you offer to give him a titjob while wearing that tanktop shirt that riled him up so much will be super cute!)

I have provided the titjob sauce already, but the idea of Ingo being tormented in this heat is special.

cw: Reader with Breasts, a bit of horny activities, Ingo teasing, no actual sex

It was hot.

Hot-hot.

'Someone released Primal Groudon and its Desolate Land ability was currently ravaging Unova' hot.

What was someone to do in this heat but dress appropriately? Well, besides sweat. Ingo had forgotten his lunch once again, and you, being that caring lover you were, decided to bring it to him. The camisole clung to your form, sweat binding it close, and the shorts hugged your thighs a little bit too tightly as you entered the air-conditioned station. Ingo was blessed to have such a cool environment to work in, even if he never gave it a proper acknowledgement.

You strode through the crowds in the station with confidence, waving at a few depot agents you saw. The nervously waved back. The office area was opened as you passed another younger depot agent. His face was bright red as he moved his eyes to the tiled floor. Quickly, he pulled the brim of his hat to fully obscure them. You giggled at him, assuming he was nervous to be around his boss's spouse. Throwing open the office door, you caught Ingo in the middle of reviewing some documents. His head rose to glare at whoever entered the room without knocking, but stopped when he realised it was you. “Oh, dearest,” his face bloomed crimson, “… What are you wearing?”

Ingo's heart raced at the attire in which you wore, a plain white camisole and black shorts. Your bust was slightly revealed from the neckline of the top, and your thighs were out for his eyes to observe. He bit his tongue. The phrase child-bearing hips was creepy, and he would NOT say it. The phrase did plague his mind, however. You held out a lunch box for him.

Finally, it hit you. Oh, how cute! Ingo was aroused. A rare moment to exploit. Dropping the bag down on his desk, you bent over to make sure he got a good view of your tits. His Adam's apple bobbed from the action. When was the last time you had seen him so worked up? Usually, there was so much foreplay before even seeing him, nearly as he was acting now. “Hey, hubby, I brought your lunch,” you cooed, “I know how much work stresses you out. Please remember to take proper breaks, okay? I love you.” His hand gripped the pen, so tightly his knuckles went white.

“Of course, my love, I will,” he nodded, feeling an unwelcome swelling in his slacks, “Thank you for bringing me it, again. I've just been so busy as of late. I love you, as well.” You sauntered around his desk and leaned down to press a kiss to his lips, a hand tugging playfully at his tie. Your tongue swept across his lips, and you managed to deepen the kiss. Soon enough, you sat in his lap, grinding down against his hardened cock hidden beneath the fabric. He groaned into your mouth while his hands groped at your chest. Pulling away, you let him bury his face in them.

Alas, with the rhythmical steps approaching from outside, you were off his lap. Emmet opened the door as you headed toward it. A polite greeting and parting was shared before you were on your way out. You had a good feeling Ingo would be getting off on time today.

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Ingo's hat was settled off position on his head, while his tie was loose. His face was dusted pink while he pretended to be working on the documents that lied on his desk. Emmet gave him a side eye. The older twin better not complain next time the younger wants to fool around in here, if he was going to, too.

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SUMMARY: Jake finds that apologizing to Robyn may be more difficult than he thought.

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🌟"Hard to Say I'm Sorry" - Chicago

🌟Pictures ... not mine!

In the locker room of 22 W, Jake tightened the knot of his necktie and then let out a weary sigh. Closing his locker and leaning against it, he scrolled through his list of contacts and stopped when he found Robyn's name. It had been two days since Sam ambushed him at Home Bar, and only one day since he'd made his first attempt at apologizing to Robyn. He'd started out with sending some text messages, expressing his regret for being so harsh. Having grown tired of not receiving a single response, he'd decided to try calling her. Perhaps if she heard his voice, she'd pick up on his sincerity. He didn't expect her to forgive him right away, but he had to at least try.

Letting out a steadying huff of breath, Jake called Robyn and braced himself. Much to his chagrin, the result was the same as it had been the first, second and third times he'd tried to call her.

"We're sorry, but your call could not be completed as dialed. Goodbye."

Click.

Jake stared down at the screen and purposefully bumped his head against the locker, as though that would solve anything. Figures.

"Rough day already?" Will asked as he strolled into the room, dressed in a navy blue suit and striped tie.

Jake opened his locker and put his phone on the shelf. "Don't ask," he warned, slamming the door shut. "What brings you here, Will? I thought the locker room was below you suit and tie types," he commented with a sarcastic grin.

Will shrugged and gave his co-worker a smile. "You know me. I enjoy slumming it. Keeps me humble."

"Well, I'm happy to be of service." Jake passed Will on his way to the door, stopping when his friend called out to him.

"Hey! I've been thinking about taking Robyn's friend Chloe out on a date. If things work out, maybe we can double sometime." Jake just blinked back at Will, who went on. "You know, me with Chloe. You with Robyn. Could be fun."

Jake hesitated for a moment and then shook his head. "That wouldn't be a good idea."

Furrowing his brows, Will asked "Why?"

Heaving out yet another sigh, the bartender explained. "Long story short: Robyn called it off." He decided against disclosing the part where she'd shut him out. He didn't want to deal with Will's barrage of questions, one of which would be "Why? What did you do to her?"

Will's expression was one of regret. "That's strange. She seemed pretty into you."

Jake turned his head, not wanting to meet Will's gaze. "Yeah. Well, things changed."

"Well, I'm sorry. You two looked like a great couple."

Jake opened his mouth to correct Will, but decided against it. Robyn and Sam were already raking him over the coals, and he'd been lectured by Simone. Knowing Will, he'd probably subject Jake to a speech about open relationships being a bad idea. "See you at Family Dinner," was all he said.

Taking note of Jake's downhearted demeanor, Will gave him a nod and watched as he exited the room. Given the bartender's reputation for moving from one woman to the next, there had been a little part of Will that wondered how long Jake's relationship with Robyn would last. But having noticed how happy Jake and Robyn seemed to be whenever they were around each other, their breakup came as a bit of a shock to him. It didn't make sense. Then again, very few things made since where Jake was concerned. If Winston Churchill were still alive, he would describe Jake as "a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma."

When Robyn woke up on Saturday morning, the first thing she noticed were the arms wrapped around her. As she stared at a silver-framed photograph of herself and Ethan, she could feel movement behind her. He nuzzled her neck and planted a kiss on her head, and she let out a little sigh. While she'd like to claim that it was one of pure contentment, there was a little part of her that still felt the sting of Jake's absence. She hoped that, with time, she would be able to completely move on. All she had to do was focus on the here and now, and not on that little ache she felt whenever she thought of her former lover.

"Good morning," she greeted as she turned to face Ethan.

They shared a kiss and, when they parted, he could see the distant look in her eyes. "Hey. You all right?"

She gave him a little smile. "I'm fine. Why?"

"Nothing. It's just that you look like your mind is somewhere else."

"I'm sorry. I'm just thinking about today."

"Big plans?"

"The biggest. A day with the girls. I'm meeting Chloe and Sam at that little outdoor cafe we like, and then we're going shopping. I want them to help me pick out a dress for the ball. I'm tired of wearing the same style. I want something different this time."

Ethan pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I'm sure that you'll look beautiful in whatever you choose. You always do."

"What are your plans for the day?" she wondered.

"I think I'll go back to my apartment. Veg out in front of the TV before I prep for Monday. Madeline's worried about the way things are going, and she wants us both to be ready for whatever the prosecution throws at us."

Robyn fought the urge to cringe at the mention of Madeline's name. She had finally bit the bullet and asked Ethan about the nature of his relationship with Madeline. He was upset at first, wondering why Robyn would ask such a question. But when he saw the pleading look in her eyes, he finally gave in and vehemently denied having an inappropriate relationship with Madeline. Robyn had studied him for a while, searching for any trace of deception, and then finally relented and apologized for being so suspicious.

"You know," she began, tracing invisible patterns along Ethan's chest, "I can stop by later this evening. Even lawyers need a break from prep work."

"I told my friend Rob that I'd help him with a project. Raincheck?" Robyn gave him a playful pout and a nod, and he chuckled as he held her close to him. "You can stop by tomorrow, if you want. We can order from that Chinese place you like."

"All right. I'll pencil you in," she teased with a grin.

They shared another kiss and then shoved the bedding aside. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Ethan tugged on his underwear as he said "Speaking of Madeline ... she mentioned that she ran into you and your friend the other day."

Robyn tugged on her nightgown and paused for a moment, keeping her voice even. "Oh?"

"Yeah. Jack? Jacques?"

"Jake," she corrected.

"She said that Jake has been giving you photography lessons." He turned to look back at her. "You didn't tell me you picked up photography again."

"It's a recent development," she explained, getting out of bed and entering the bathroom.

Ethan tugged on his jeans. "I'd like to see the pictures you took."

Robyn paused in the middle of brushing her teeth, lowering the toothbrush. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she sighed. There were quite a few pictures that she had to transfer to a private location. Specifically, pictures of Jake. Quite frankly, she wasn't ready to look at them just yet. Dozens of times, she considered deleting them. Why keep them if they brought her pain? But there were two things that kept her from eliminating them: she was quite proud of the way they turned out, and she wanted to keep a reminder of her time with Jake ... even for a little while longer.

"You'll see them soon! I just need to choose the best ones," she called back.

After bidding farewell to Ethan and making plans to meet up with him on Sunday, Robyn took a quick shower and got ready for the day. The heat wave had come and gone, and the weather was warm but comfortably so. She tied her hair in a neat ponytail and kept her makeup minimal, settling for a blue floral print summer dress and her favorite pair of comfy white sandals. Having made sure that her cat was fed, played with and given plenty of fresh water, Robyn sent a brief text message to Chloe and Sam as she slid into the back of the taxi.

Nearly a half-hour later Robyn was approaching a cute, little outdoor café in Manhattan. "Hello, ladies," she greeted as she walked up Sam and Chloe, who were already seated at their favorite table. "I see you've started without me," she remarked, sitting across from Chloe.

"Don't get your panties in a twist. We ordered your favorites." Sam held out a vanilla-chocolate frappe and a chocolate chip muffin.

"You're forgiven," Robyn said with a smirk, taking a drink of the frappe.

"So, how are things with Ethan?" Chloe wondered before taking a bite of her pastry.

"Fine. We're both looking forward to the ball, and he's still talking about going away for the weekend." Robyn broke off a chunk of her muffin and popped it into her mouth, relishing the flavor. When she noticed the look on Sam's face, she tilted her head to the right. "What? What's with that look?"

"It's nothing. It's just ... have you heard from Jake?" Robyn let out a sad sigh, staring down at the table, and Sam felt her ire build up. The jackass probably chickened out.

"No, I haven't. To be honest, I blocked his number."

Sam tried to keep her expression neutral. You've GOT to be kidding me!

"Why'd you do that?" Chloe inquired.

"I think it's for the best. It'll make it easier to move on."

Although she understood where her friend was coming from, Sam couldn't help but feel irritated. WHY did Robyn have to make things so difficult?

"Well, this conversation took a downturn," Robyn muttered, feeling her bubbly mood dissipate little by little.

Chloe exchanged a concerned look with Sam, who cast her gaze down to the blonde's handbag and gave a subtle nod its direction. Picking up on her friend's hint, Chloe announced "Well, I have something that's going to make you happy."

Curious, Robyn watched as Chloe reached into her handbag and pulled out her copy of Chic Spaces. Holding it up with a bright smile, Chloe announced "Your feature in the Rising Star segment is in this month's issue! I bought a copy for all three of us."

Sure enough, Robyn's mood was lightened. Ever since she'd picked up her first issue of her favorite home design magazine, she had dreamed of being featured in their Rising Star section. And now that the dream had become a reality, she found the experience both overwhelming and exhilarating. With a smile, she took the magazine from her friend and flipped through the pages until she found what she was looking for. Though the segment was only a few paragraphs long, it was certainly a boost to both her ego and her mood.

"I'm so proud of you, Rob."

"We both are," Sam interjected.

"Thank you. Both of you." After staring at the article for a few more seconds, she closed the magazine and tucked it into her handbag. With a grin, she leaned toward Chloe. "So, have you heard from Will? When I gave him your number, he seemed very interested."

"I did, actually. He called me this morning." Chloe hesitated for a moment before she asked "Is it going to be weird for you? I mean, he does work with Jake."

Robyn shook her head. "Not at all. Go for it. Have fun and tell me all about it." To emphasis her point, she reached across the table and gave her friend's hand a squeeze.

Robyn sighed as she stood in front of a full-length mirror, turning from side to side. "I don't know about this one," she said with a scrunch of her nose. "I think it makes my hips look big. Don't you?"

Chloe, standing behind her friend, tilted her head to the side. "Well, I didn't want to say anything ..."

Robyn let out a frustrated huff and gathered up the skirt, making her way to the dressing room. "This is ridiculous. This is the fifth dress I've tried on. I've never had this much trouble."

Sitting on the plush white sofa and trying not to look bored out of her mind, Sam commented "Well, you are the one who wants to wear something different. Why don't you just go with your usual style?"

"Because I'm tired of the 'usual style', Sam," Robyn retorted as Chloe lowered the zipper before she disappeared behind the dressing room door.

Andrea, a woman in her mid-20s with her red hair tied back in a bun, approached the group with two more dress selections. "Ms. Hewitt, I've found two more in your size," she called, handing one dress to each of Robyn's friends before she scurried off.

Still mostly hidden behind the curtain, Robyn peeked out and eyed the dresses her friends held up to her. One was a sleeveless gold gown with glittery accents on both the bodice and the skirt, while the other was a shimmering, lavender off-shoulder A-line gown. Dressed in a robe, she stepped out of the dressing room and closely inspected each dress. "Andrea, they're beautiful," she breathed, reaching out to feel the fabric of the gold gown.

"And I'm certain you'll look lovely in either one," Andrea responded with a smile.

Somebody's looking for a big commission, Sam thought to herself.

Robyn continued to eye each dress, weighing the pros and cons. She could go with the gold gown, which would certainly be the more traditional choice. But then again, wouldn't she look too much like Belle from Beauty & the Beast? The lavender gown, on the other hand, was definitely an eye-catcher with the high slit in the skirt and the off-shoulder bodice.

"Come on, Rob," Sam complained. "My arms are getting tired."

Finally, Robyn reached for the lavender gown and stepped behind the curtain once more. A few moments later, after Chloe zipped her up, Robyn stepped in front of the mirror. Standing up straight, she turned from side to side and looked at herself from all angles.

"What do you think?" she asked, even though she already knew her answer.

"You look gorgeous," Chloe commented.

"Do you think I'm showing too much leg?" Robyn wondered, striking the right pose for emphasis.

"No way," Sam answered. "And you did say that you want something different."

Robyn considered it for a few more moments, staring at her reflection in the mirror. She had to admit the dress did compliment her beautifully. Come on, Rob. You know it's the one. Just make the decision already. Squaring her shoulders and giving a determined nod, she announced "This is the one."

"Ugh! Finally!" Sam exclaimed with a roll of her eyes.

"Now we just have to find the right jewelry," Robyn decided.

"And that is my cue to leave," Sam declared, and her friends turned to look at her.

"Where are you going? I thought we were spending the day together," Robyn said, disappointed.

"I'm sorry, Rob. I just remembered I have something to take care of, and it can't wait. But I'll catch up with you later." Grabbing her handbag, she said "You look gorgeous!" as she rushed out of the boutique. The sooner she got out of "Girlie Girl World," the better. Besides, she had to have a little chat with a certain someone.

"Stay here. I'll ask Andrea for help," Chloe said, stepping away from Robyn to track down the sales associate.

Robyn let out a bored sigh, her hands clasped in front of her. She was just about to step away from the mirror so she could practice walking around in the dress when a second reflection appeared.

"My! Don't you look lovely," Simone remarked, her red lips brought up in her trademark half-smile.

Robyn's excitement over the dress slowly started to give way to unease, and she forced a smile as she felt a pit forming in her stomach. "Simone. How lovely to see you," she lied.

"And you as well."

"What brings you here?"

"It's my day off," Simone began. "I grew tired of feeling cooped up in my apartment, and so I decided to go for a walk. This is one of my favorite boutiques." She looked Robyn up and down. "I take it you're searching for a dress to wear to the charity ball."

Robyn nodded. "Yes. It's my favorite event of the year."

"This dress does suit you," Simone stated. "Though I'd like to make a suggestion." She reached toward Robyn's head, pausing for a moment. "May I?" Robyn said nothing, feeling too ill-at-ease to speak. Taking Robyn's silence as permission, Simone gently gathered her brown locks and brought them together in an updo. "There. Perfect." Robyn tensed a bit, swallowing the lump in her throat as Simone finally released her hair and smoothed it down. "I was sorry to hear about what happened between you and Jake," Simone commented.

"He told you?" Robyn inquired, her nervousness increasing once again.

"He didn't have to. I've known him for so long, it's become easy to read him. As disappointing as it is, perhaps it's for the best."

"How do you mean?" Robyn asked, blinking in confusion.

"Don't misunderstand me. I love Jake to death. But he can be rather ... difficult. Moody. As much as I hate to say it, I fear that he's far too ... damaged to handle a long-term relationship. And while I don't know you very well, I can tell that you need someone stable and dependable." She gave Robyn another insincere smile. "Someone like Mr. Price, perhaps."

Robyn wanted to tell Simone that she knew nothing about her; that she had no right to dictate what she did and did not need. Instead, the words became lodged in her throat. What was it about this woman that made her feel so small; so intimidated?

"Well, I'd best be off. Have a pleasant afternoon."

Still rendered speechless, all Robyn could do was nod before the older woman walked - or was it slithered? - away.

Having witnessed the exchange, and noticing the uneasy expression on her friend's face, Chloe frowned as she inquired "Who was that?"

Trying to maintain her composure, Robyn gave the blond a little smile. "No one. What do you have for me, Chloe?"

Sam stepped out of the cab and onto the sidewalk, slamming the door shut. Letting out an annoyed huff as the taxi pulled away, she squared her shoulders and stepped into the restaurant. Thanks to Chloe, who had contacted Will via text message, Sam had discovered two things about Jake: (1) he worked at 22 W and (2) he was filling in for someone on what would have been his day off. Taking this as a sign, Sam had decided to pay the bartender a visit.

Pulling open the door and stepping inside, she surveyed her surroundings. Dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top with a band logo on the front, she felt severely underdressed. Still, it wasn't like she was going to be here long. All she wanted was to talk to Jake and maybe get a cold drink as well.

"What can I get for you?" asked a bartender whose nametag said James.

"I'll take a beer," Sam requested, and James gave her a nod. As he prepared Sam's drink, the woman in question looked around. "Is Jake here?"

"He's in the wine cellar. He should be back in a few minutes." James set the mug down in front of Sam and gave her a polite smile. "Enjoy."

Trying to ignore the stares she received from the more upscale guests, Sam took a sip of her beer. She looked around at the decor for a few minutes and let out a bored sigh, straightening up when Jake finally stepped into view.

Jake paused when he caught sight of Sam, trying to keep his face neutral as he remembered the warning she'd given him. More specifically, the part where she'd threatened to "fix him," if he didn't make things right with Robyn. He could still remember, in vivid detail, the rather psychotic look in her eyes as she made the scissoring gesture.

Lowering the bar flap and handing the wine bottle to James, Jake cautiously approached Sam and lowered his voice so only she could hear. "Before you castrate me, you should know I've tried to apologize to Robyn. I've texted. I've called. I've --"

Sam held up a hand, stopping him mid-sentence. "Don't worry. You can keep your balls." Though he felt relieved at that, Jake still eyed her cautiously. "Turns out Robyn blocked your number. And so I, being the amazing best friend that I am, am here to bail you both out of the mess you've made." Letting out an annoyed sigh, she reached into her bag and pulled out her copy of Chic Spaces. Holding the magazine out to Jake, she said "Here. You'll need this."

Jake looked down at the magazine. "Sorry. I'm not into interior design."

"Just take the fucking thing. Page twenty-two will be especially helpful," she insisted, giving him a meaningful look. He stared back at her for a few seconds and then did as she requested. "Good. My work here is done." After downing some more of her beer, she paid for her drink and slapped some cash down onto the bar top. Under Jake's watchful gaze, she slid off of the barstool and exited the restaurant.

Looking around to make sure he wasn't being observed, he opened the magazine to page twenty-two. He couldn't help but smile when he saw a picture of Robyn underneath the words Meet This Month's Rising Star: Robyn Hewitt! Intrigued, and knowing that there was a lull in guest traffic, he leaned against the bar top and began to read the article.

Hailing from London, England, Robyn Hewitt has certainly made a name for herself in the world of interior design. Known for her graceful and striking designs, Ms. Hewitt is capable of turning everyday living or working spaces into something truly magical. Her designs often incorporate bold colors and patterns, as well as natural elements and textures. She has a keen eye for detail and a talent for creating spaces that are functional and beautiful.

Jake scanned the article quickly, losing interest in the constant babbling about colors, patterns, designs, sketches, etc. Just when he began to wonder about the point Sam was trying to make, his interest perked when he noticed a sentence that was highlighted in yellow: Ms. Hewitt is currently employed by Dawson Interior Designs, which is based in Manhattan.

All right, Sam. Hint taken, he thought with a smirk.

Sitting at her desk, Robyn let out a sigh as she put the finishing touches on her design. Her meeting with Omar Gumal had gone as well as could be expected. With the exception of a few minor changes, he was still thrilled with the overall design.

Robyn knew that many people in her field preferred to rely on computer software, at least during the beginning stages. But she tried to avoid technology as much as possible, as she found it easier to "breathe life," into her designs while putting pencil to paper. Yes, it took more time. But, as she'd assured Mr. Gumal, it would all be worth it in the end. He had nodded in understanding, telling her that he felt the same way. Though he'd told her that she could take all the time she needed, she couldn't help but feel that time was of the essence. But that probably had more to do with her putting pressure on herself than any words Mr. Gumal had spoken.

With the colored pencil still in her hand, Robyn stared down at the sketch for a few moments and carefully analyzed it. Satisfied that it was complete, she put the pencil back where it belonged. She was in the middle of slipping the design into her art portfolio when a knock on the door captured her attention.

"Yes?" she said, her focus on the task at hand.

"Robyn, there's someone here to see you." Robyn turned her attention to her assistant, who mouthed to her "And he's gorgeous!"

Robyn had to smile at this. "Does he have a name?"

Hannah opened her mouth to answer, but was interrupted by the man in question. When he stepped into view, Robyn's smile disappeared and she did her best to keep her expression neutral.

"Jake." Her body stiffened a bit ask she asked "What are you doing here?"

"Hi, Robyn," he greeted with a small, uneasy smile. "Can we talk?"

Hannah looked back and forth between the two, not entirely sure what she should do. The atmosphere seemed tense. Had she made a mistake by bringing Jake to Robyn's office?

Rising from her seat, Robyn said "That will be all, Hannah. Thank you."

Hannah gave her a nod and then made her way back to her desk, casting one last nervous look in their direction before Robyn closed the door. Robyn crossed over to her desk, leaning against it with her arms crossed.

Jake stood in front of the door for a few seconds, taking in her appearance. Her hair was tied up in a French twist updo, a few strands framing her face. She was dressed in a black pencil skirt, simple black heels, and a sleeveless white blouse with lace details on the front. She was the embodiment of beauty and professionalism, and Jake couldn't help but admire her.

"How did you know where to find me?"

"I read the article about you. It said that you work here."

She tilted her head to the side. "You read that?"

"Yeah. I have a subscription to Chic Spaces. Didn't you know that?" Then, more seriously, he explained. "A friend showed the article to me. Congrats, by the way."

Robyn shrugged, blushing a little. "It's not that big of a deal. Just a little blurb, really. Five paragraphs that sum up my career."

"You're being recognized. It is a big deal."

She watched as Jake tucked his hands into the pockets of his jeans, looking around curiously. Now that he was face-to-face with Robyn, he was starting to lose his nerve. He knew that he had to apologize to her. He wanted to, in fact. But what could he say to make things right?

"So this is your office, huh?" Great job, Mr. States the Obvious! You're on a roll!

"Yes," she confirmed with a nod, watching him carefully. When he walked up to a wall filled with framed sketches, she explained. "I call that my Vanity Wall. Those are my favorite designs; the ones I'm most proud of."

Jake took his time looking at each one, smiling to himself. He knew what she did for a living. He just didn't realize how talented she was. "These are good." He focused on one in particular. "You designed the Fleur-de-Lis?"

"Yes. I designed the dining room. Have you been there?"

Jake nodded. "Yeah. That's Simone's favorite restaurant. We go there for her birthday every year."

Robyn tensed up, still feeling the impact of Jake's harsh words as well as her encounter with Simone. "Jake, I hate to rush you. But I'm quite busy, and --"

Jake turned to face her, his smile fading when he saw the expression on her face and the hurt in her eyes. "Right. Get to the point." He rested the palm of his hands on the back of a chair, steadying himself. "I've been thinking about that night in the alley, and ... I owe you an apology."

Robyn nodded in agreement. "I can't argue with that." She made a "go on," gesture and then crossed her arms again, raising her brows in expectation.

With Tess, it had been so easy. All he had to say was "I owe you an apology," and then casually tell her that he could "be a prick sometimes," all the while standing there with his arms behind his back, giving her his best contrite look. She'd let things go right away, and that was that. But Robyn, it seemed, wanted an actual, full-fledged apology. She wasn't going to make things easy on him.

"Robyn, I'm so sorry. Calling you blind and pathetic ... It was harsh."

"Yes, it was. I just want to know why, Jake."

Jake thought about telling her "Because I'm crazy about you, and I don't want to say goodbye," but the words just wouldn't come out. Besides, she'd already made her choice. Being that vulnerable with her wouldn't change anything. So instead, he settled for "Tact isn't my strong suit."

She scoffed, turning her head to the right. "Clearly." Then she looked at him again. "But that still doesn't explain why, Jake."

"I swear I didn't mean to hurt you, Robyn." She stared back at him, and he continued. "And I know it's none of my business, but... I hate seeing what Ethan puts you through."

"So yelling at me and insulting me is just your way of saying you care?"

He chuckled a bit. "Yeah. I guess so."

Robyn looked down at the floor. "You're right, Jake. It's none of your business." Jake felt a pit form in his stomach, and he feared that she wasn't going to let things go after all. Then she returned her gaze to him, a smile gracing her features. "Thank you. And again, I --"

He held up a hand, stopping her. "Don't. You've apologized enough. It's okay."

"No, it's not. I --"

He laughed softly. "I'm trying to let you know that I forgive you. Just take it."

She shut her mouth and nodded. "All right. Thank you."

"And you're right. I don't know what it's like to be with someone for more than a month. I just know this: you don't deserve to be treated like shit, by anyone. But I get it." Then, with a knowing smile, he added "Something tells me that you don't give up on people you really care about."

Robyn gave him a nod. "I know it's silly, but --"

"No, it's not. I think it's great." Jake fell silent for a moment before he said "This might be the last time we talk like this. Huh?"

Feeling the sting of regret, she sighed. "I think that would be for the best."

"We had fun. Didn't we?"

"We certainly gave our friends a lot to talk about," she remarked with a chuckle.

"Yes, we did."

"I don't regret any of it."

He grinned at her. "Not even Home Bar?"

She rolled her eyes. "Not even Home Bar." She paused for a moment, hesitating before she finally admitted "I'm going to miss you, Jake."

He stopped smiling, feeling that all-too-familiar pang in his heart. "Yeah. You, too."

They shared a moment of silence, knowing that there was so much they wanted to say. But they had to face the facts: some things were better left unsaid.

"I'd better get going." Jake opened the door and turned to look at her one more time. "Take care, Robyn."

Robyn stepped up to the door and leaned against the frame, watching Jake's retreating form as he made his way to the elevator. She thought, for the briefest of moments, of stopping him before he stepped inside. But what good would that do? Even though he cared for her, that didn't mean that he wanted to be with her. Going by that night in the alley, Jake wasn't shy when it came to speaking his mind. And besides, she still loved Ethan. She couldn't cheat on him, no matter how tempted she was.

And so, when the elevator doors slid open and Jake stepped inside, Robyn steeled her nerves. Ignoring the curious looks she received from Hannah and the other office workers, she closed her door and shut the blinds: her signal that she didn't want to be disturbed. Sinking into her desk chair and leaning her head back, she closed her eyes and tried to keep her emotions under control.

She'd done the right thing. Hadn't she?

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was inspired by @mango-mya's s/i inspo board challenge and thought i'd give it a try! some of these are more influential than others but i'll still explain myself for each one ^^ i'll also include small tidbits that didn't make the image since they were moreso concepts and not characters

[reminder that kel uses she/her and he/him pronouns!]

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appearance!

sintas vel: zeltrons tend to dress in darker clothes that are a serve, and sintas's look always felt like a look to me. i liked the idea of a darker crop top and jeans, and so i mentally kept it in the back of my head when thinking of outfit ideas

guy fieri: i needed something to contrast the otherwise sleek and somewhat spicy way that zeltrons tend to dress, and i also wear a a few flashy button-ups irl on fancy days, so guy fieri ended up on the inspo board for kel's outfit (and also he made me want to add shades). plus i'm built like him so that's a bonus

other inspo: for the outfit, i would google hot dark outfit pieces, specifically with leather or stuff like buckles and straps around the body. i actually have a screenshot of the shirt i modified for kel

backstory / lore!

cere junda: in jedi fallen order, cere had given up the force after her padawan turned to the dark side due to the torture of the inquisitioners. her severing her tie to the force was driven by guilt and grief. i modified it a bit for kelesgan, who was a jedi youngling that never had a chance to be given a master before order 66 happened. he ended up being taken in by maul, who trained him in the dark side of the force. however, kel's guilt after learning maul's true motives (and realizing she was totally duped into being a sith) is what caused kel to run off and swear off using the force unless absolutely necessary for survival. i had a lot of enjoyment in the idea of a force user who struggles with that side of themself. it's a nice trope i wish we saw more :)

cikatro vizago: this one's a bit more straight-forward. vizago was a smuggler that sometimes gave help to the rebels, and then by the end of the series actively assisted the rebellion in liberating lothal. kelesgan was also a smuggler (funny enough, she worked with vizago and they even dated at some point) that joined the rebellion when attaching to the ghost crew like a tick

other inspo: i really really wanted a grey jedi type sona. that's it. that's the bullet point

personality / vibe!

lando calrissian: he's charming, he's a scoundrel, and he's very much what kelesgan is like (which is funny given these two also have a dating history, albeit brief). he lived for a while only joining fights when he saw "an angle", but then eventually had a change of heart and decided to join the fight against the empire independent of his own personal benefit. he is also a smooth-talking negotiator. i apply basically all of this to how i view kelesgan. she thinks she's the shit, and to an extent she kind of is the shit. kel has a charm in the way he holds himself, but he also had mixed reviews from those who knew him. (i also really like lando as a character. king)

dippy fresh: i am so sorry.......is what i would say if i was a BITCH! so anyways dippy fresh was mabel's way of viewing dipper in a version that was the Cooler Edition of dipper. and in a sense, kelesgan carries himself like he's All That and even comes off to ezra as the Cooler jedi master sometimes when kel eventually comes forward about his connection to the force. this causes major beef between kanan and kel before the two end up in a polycule with hera

other inspo: on the note of the last bullet point, part of me wanted to make a character that could be kind of like kanan but if he was very much the Cool Dad and not so much the Responsible Dad. i wanted kanan and kel to have beef of kanan initially wondering if he magically got replaced overnight by some big flashy pink loser. and then they kiss but that's not important rn

i'm sure there's stuff i'm forgetting but this is the general gist!

#posting this at 3am so i'm scheduling for the morning instead BYE #kelesgan seldlos #jay's jots #selfship #self ship community #self insert #self insert community #s/i inspo

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Mattel on the creation of She-Ra

Janice Varney-Hamlin, former Mattel Director of Worldwide Marketing Fashion Dolls, was interviewed in the 2021 book “The Toys of He-Man and the Masters of the Universe”, regarding her involvement in the creation of the She-Ra line in collaboration with Filmation. This interview is reproduced below in its entirety, featuring references to Greek mythology, a red-haired Adora, and hypothetical virtual reality powers. Never a dull moment with this franchise

You were director of worldwide marketing for fashion dolls at Mattel during the 19802. What did the role entail?

It was everything, actually, the way Mattel was set up. The way we were organized, project management reported directly to marketing, and we had corresponding members of cost accounting, packaging, and legal. The people on my team were responsible for those aspects of the brand. It was sort of a category management role.

Can you tell me how the Princess of Power line started and what your role was in it?

It's interesting because when I first started at Mattel I was part time, and still in college. I ended up finally getting in there full time, and I reported to a guy named Jack Beuttell. He came from a P&G background and funded an attitudes and usage study for Barbie. So we learned about the brand and what Barbie could do. One of the gaps was that Barbie couldn't be an action hero, a mom, or a fantasy doll. We looked for opportunities to grow flanker brands. Competition always came for Barbie, but never lasted. When it left it created a vacuum in the market, and we would create more products and suck up all those dollars.

Did you look to He-Man for ideas to create this flanker brand?

Barbie had plateaued--she stayed at less than $100 million for years. That's why we fielded the study. Jill Barad was there. We couldn't quite get a line going because we couldn't get it past buyers, because buyers didn't believe that little girls would buy it.

We tried to do it on our own first, outside of He-Man. Then we determined we wanted to take a second attempt a few years later because there was a belief we should operate from strength, and what was our strongest action brand? It was He-Man.

The boys' side of things developed She-Ra, but she was underwhelming. So then the girls' marketing side took over and it was quite a political battle from there. We did a lot of research on it and came up with this character, this female doll. We came up with She-Ra as a way to tie in with He-Man. We gave her a war cry and transformation powers just like He-Man had. The important thing with She-Ra was that she not only had to look beautiful, but also be beautiful within.

I've heard that a big proportion of the kids who played with He-Man were girls? Did that drive the creation of the She-Ra line? [[note: ~40% of MOTU sales at the time]]

No, didn't drive it. We already had the research that said girls were interested in this type of thing. It just reinforced what we already knew.

How successful was She-Ra compared to Barbie and He-Man?

She performed like a flanker brand. She was important because her job was to create and deliver on new play patterns for girls. We didn't expect her to outperform He-Man or Barbie. It was a nice flanker brand for girls to do role play and hair play. The sales volume didn't compare but we were pleasantly surprised with how well she performed.

All the female characters had to have fashion play and hair play elements, as well as some kind of feature. Catra had a claw. She-Ra had a costume change and a sword. She-Ra's horse had a transformation capability.

I've heard that early models for She-Ra were based on Teela. Is that true?

Yes. The misstep there was Teela was part of He-Man's world, which was rightful, but she had no characteristic features that appealed to traditional doll play, like rooted hair and clothing. She also lacked the transformation, the traditional world of role play. When She-Ra transformed she became superpowerful [sic]. She was empowered and she empowered others.

The marketing behind the He-Man line was all about empowerment for young kids, who often felt powerless in their relationships with adults: "I have the power." What was the driving theme behind She-Ra?

I think it was empowerment, and also making the world a better place for those around her. She took care of animals and people. She was a nurturer.

To your earlier point, Barbie wasn't either of those things.

Exactly. I was a lit major, there was this literary book called Bulfinch's Mythology [[note: this was written in 1867 expressly to unite Greco-Roman myth with contemporary (that is to say, Victorian) English literature. If you love expurgation and the British Empire it may just be the book for you]]. It covers archetypes through Roman and Greek mythology. A lot of our characters were modeled after those gods and goddesses, like Athena and Venus. Those were the inspirations. Even She-Ra herself looks like what you might imagine Athena to look like. That or Venus.

The original renderings for She-Ra had red hair, but it didn't test well for little girls.

In many ways She-Ra was ahead of her time and served as a strong, action-oriented role model for young girls. How do you think She-Ra fits into the world of today?

I think she's a good fit. I think she fits right in. I'm completely amazed with how mesmerizing she was. She has really maintained her original characteristics and inspiration. It's classic. Just like the mythical characters we emulated.

She stands for a lot of goodness. We took great strides to make sure that happened. Even in the research we did, we discovered that it was really important to young girls that She-Ra was a good person and did the right thing.

Every generation has notions of violence. That was played back to us by kids. Even with her enemies like Catra, she may try to scratch you or be mean to you. But little girls would still feel Catra should be forgiven. It was never a fight to the death.

Do you have any fun stories from your time on the brand?

When we did the press event in New York, we hired a model who rode on a white horse down the middle of the street; she actually rode bareback down the street with her entourage of people dressed as the characters. We went to a hotel, and Andy Warhol showed up at the press event. He invited us to his club for the evening. He thought it was the most amazing thing, and he loved the costumes. Apparently he had read about the press event that day and just showed up.

What was your personal favorite character?

I would say She-Ra was my number one and Catra was my number two. Actually, I would say probably her horse as well. She-Ra, Swift Wind, and Catra, in that order.

It was really a fun line to work on because you're making the stuff up in your head. There was another person I worked with, Cathy Larson, who was incredibly creative. I just really liked working with her. We came up with all these things. She was in the sales department, and I brought her in halfway through. We would just make up the story line and characters.

With something like She-Ra, you get to swing out creatively. With Barbie there were a lot of guidelines, and standards. We had some pretty fun meetings about She-Ra. Going from Barbie meetings to She-Ra meetings, it was a totally different attitude, more creative and more fun.

What about the Evil Horde? How did that come into the picture?

We were great toy designers, but that did not mean we could produce a great TV series. There were certain things we didn't get about the entertainment industry. One of the areas to bridge the gap between He-Man's and She-Ra's world was to infiltrate characters that weren't in our product line. When story lines from the cartoon came back, they were completely different from storybooks we were developing at Mattel. We had to make the two come together. We didn't want three different story lines for the same thing. That was one of the things, to have cross over characters that appeared in both places.

There was a lot of resistance to that, more on the boys' side. They had more restrictions too, and we were more or less an open book.

What can you tell me about the She-Ra cartoon?

We knew there had to be an animated series for the brand. There weren't a lot of strong female characters in cartoons at the time that had these abilities. Maybe a few, like Supergirl and Wonder Woman, were predecessors. But in terms of integrating her into He-Man's world, it was really important. We lucked out, we met with Lou Scheimer at Filmation.

So how did the She-Ra line come to an end?

There were two different challenges. First, She-Ra sales were slowing. The second problem was we shipped to much product into the marketplace. This was over my pay grade, but we would ship product based on what retail would buy, not on what would sell through. That creates a problem going to next year. If there's too much inventory left over, it creates the sense that the toy line isn't successful. At the end of year two that happened. Something similar happened in He-Man--they overproliferated [sic] characters that didn't even make sense.

What did you do after She-Ra ended?

I went and worked on other products because I was able to grow the Barbie business. It had been stagnant for twelve years. Jack Beuttell and I were able to introduce secondary dolls, more new dolls each year, to create synergy and new roles for Barbie. For example, we put out Golden Dreams Barbie, with a golden convertible, coordinated outfit, golden make-up, and we would advertise everything in one commercial. That created a halo effect which would sell the whole thing. Jack came up with that, and after he left I continued it.

If you could do She-Ra, how would you approach it this time?

I'd make her more modern. Her powers would have to do with AI and virtual reality. She would be in the modern era. I would retainn certain aspects of her. It would be traditional but also embrace technology in an exciting way and in a global way. It would be incredibly inclusive with world cultures.

Anything else?

I think She-Ra's a classic. I used to think, "Why do people want to talk about this?" It's because She-Ra is an empowered, self-confident woman. She empowers other people to be confident and do the right thing. One thousand years from now that will still be an important characteristic to have. Regardless of your background, do the right thing. I hope that's what she stands for; that's what she was designed to do.

#interviews #motu #janice varney-hamlin #i have perhaps been favoring the filmation account of events & that's unfair of me #i don't like this woman's vibe but that doesn't mean i should present a biased selection of primary sources

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cerise-on-top · 2 years

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ah no! don't be afraid, it was more than i wanted, perfect!

and since you said it's alright to send in more requests,

may i request maybe the batter and possibly an elsen/elsens/whoever else you may be comfortable writing for with a reader who's able to shift, kinda like batter whenever he's bad batter? except with the reader they can shift their limbs into animal limbs,

for example, the reader could just- have cat ears/tail, paws, or cheetah legs so they run faster-

it seems like a cool concept xd-

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Ahh, I'm so glad to hear that ;-; You know what they say, you're your own worst critic! And I agree, it is a really cool concept! I love powers that, in theory, would also allow for shapeshifting! Or shapeshifting in general! So, here you go! i hope it is to your liking!

Batter and Elsens With a Reader Who Can Shapeshift Their Limbs Into Those of an Animal

Batter:

Batter sighed as he sat down on the seat of the railway. How long this ride was going to take you did not know, but judging by the small map you had seen of the infrastructure, you were certain you would be here with him for a few minutes. Unfortunately, Batter wasn’t the most talkative type, mostly just responding with whatever is necessary, barely showing any changes in expression, volume or pitch. But, why not try to get a rise out of him for once?

“Hey, hey, look at me!” And so he did. And there you were, posing with cat ears, paws and a tail. “As the Judge said, cats provide a simple but crucial service in making people happier.” You sat down next to him, feeling his stare on you the entire time.

Twitching your ear a bit, you nuzzled your cheek into his shoulder. Batter tensed up under your touch and when you looked up, he was watching you, suppressing any possible reaction he could have shown. Or at least he tried to, yet his goal was still so far away. The tiniest glint of delight shone through his eyes regardless. You got him right where you wanted him, but still felt playful enough to want to mess some more with him.

You raised one of your paws and lightly tapped him on the cheek, exclaiming “Bap!” as you did so. Unfortunately, the only response you got out of that was Batter grabbing your paw and putting it on his lap. Even so, him swallowing did not escape you. There was one last idea you still had.

It was simple, but probably as effective as it could get and something he likely would not have anticipated. So, you went ahead and gave him a little peck on the cheek. Lo and behold, his breath hitched. For some reason, he deemed the interior surrounding the two of you more interesting than you, a tiny blush creeping its way onto his cheek.

There was no way you couldn’t laugh at such an adorable reaction. “Batter! Meow, meow!” You could barely see his face with how much he had covered it with his cap.

“My Player, this appearance fits you very well.”

“Well, would you like to see it more often, then?”

Elsens:

As odd as this world may have been, in all its corruption and inevitable ruin, there still was some purity left in it. And that, to you, was found in its residents, the Elsens. Small and shy little beings, valuing safety and production above everything else, for the most part. You simply couldn’t help but be enamoured by them.

Although wary and afraid of you at first, they warmed up to you eventually. To them, you must have seemed trustworthy enough, after all, they gifted you your own tie so you could enter the residential area whenever you pleased. Making the best of their little token of trust, you changed your arms into wings to fly into said area in Bismark.

Once you had landed at the main square, the Elsen gathered around you. While they were aware you could shapeshift, they had never seen you with wings before. You had to admit, it was kind of cute how they scrutinised you, a little bit confused. You didn’t mind, anything to make them more comfortable.

One of them, a little braver than the rest, approached you. “U-um, (Y/N), you have, ah, n-nice… You have nice wings…” Soon enough, his shaky little legs had reached you and he reached out to touch the feathers. Unsure, he only stroked them with the back of his hand, as though an electric shock could hit him at any moment.

“Hhh, it’s nice… Th-thank you.” He nestled himself closer to you, revelling in the feeling. The other Elsens seemed to have noticed his contentment, moving closer towards you. “(Y/N), can I too?”, “Ah, so-sorry, I want to be safe too.” and all kinds of variations of that.

Of course, you simply had to give in to those cute little creatures, and so you had all of them get a turn to cuddle you.

#off (game)#batter x player #batter x reader #elsen x reader #elsen x player #🌻#i think i'm gonna stick with posting one request per day #so dear Dedan stan #get ready to be fed tomorrow #and to everyone else please don't be weirded out by that request #i am going to give it some context #but yeah #you can still send in requests i promise i'm gonna get to them #i'm doing my best!

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Been watching too many creepy reddit stories and this happened..

Title: Dear Reddit... part 1? ((maybe, if I decide to make more.))

Pairing: platonic or romantic Analogical

warnings: fire/horror themed stuff but nothing too graphic

The real warning is idk how to do well thought out paragraph breaks so read at your own will.

Summery: Virgil and Logan go camping and their night doesn’t go as planned

Let me first start off by saying this happened quite a while ago. For some context I am a 20 year old male, gay if that matters. I'm a photographer by hobby but by no means a professional. I mostly specialized in taking nature pictures. lakes, animals trees stuff like that. A few summers back I got a weeks vacation off work and decided to go on a weekend camping trip with my friend Logan and take some pictures for my nature blog while we were there.

Logan was and still is a huge natural science nerd so he agreed. We could hang out, fish and do some hiking, I could take pictures and he had a great idea for a video where I filmed and he talked a little about some interesting nature facts he knew about. The day arrived and Logan picked me up in his jeep, I had packed light but remembered to bring some important stuff. A flashlight, food, water, tent, that sort of thing. Where we were going was completely remote. Logan said camping in a campground was for 'sissy's, lightweights and fat couch potatoes.' When I replied 'cool! so we should just head on over then?" he cuffed me in the side of the head playfully.

We got to the forest easy enough and set got our packs out of the car. Logan put on bug spray because he is smart and when he offered me some I declined because it makes my skin feel sticky and gross. well by the time we were about an hour into our hike I was already starting to regret my decision to forgo the bug repellant and we stopped to rest and so I could apply.

We were making small talk until we heard a laughter coming from somewhere, it sounded pretty far off and we paid it no mind at first. We were on a remote hiking trail but it was still not inconceivable that we might run into other hikers. We stayed there talking for a while and rehydrating before we heard the voices again and saw some other hikers rounding the corner. Presumably going back down the hill. It was two older men, redneck looking types. They were sporting camo pants and scraggly beards. They seemed to look us up and down which is fair being that I'm sure we looked pretty out of place. I dress pretty goth and was braving the summer heat still decked out in black and purple. Logan was almost constantly in a tie but I had managed to growl him down to wearing his 'I need space' shirt and a very light jean jacket.

They were still a few feet from us but when they noticed me noticing them they took that as an invitation to come talk to us. Shaking hands, because they outstretched theirs first, the man paused the shake letting go abruptly when he, I assume, noticed my rainbow pride flag smart watch wristband. He shared a look I couldn't decipher with his friend, tried to resume a neutral expression then began talking to us all friendly like again.

The conversation started off pretty normal they commented about the weather, the hike and asked if we go hiking often. Somewhere in the middle though their questions started to get a bit too personal. 'how long were we staying?' 'where were we thinking about setting up camp?' 'did we have more people coming or was it just the two of us?' I gave half truths and vague answers the whole way though and eventually excused ourselves...wanting to get as far away from the men as possible. They were nice enough but I just got a bad vibe. Luckily we seemed to be going in opposite ways.

We walked on for an hour stopping to take pictures of some local flora and even some fauna. Logan talks for the last twenty minutes of our hike about how that tree wasn't originally grown here and where they were grown before someone brought the species to America, as well as some other tree facts. Logans love language is getting to share facts and knowledge he knows. He is never condescending when explaining either. Just a nerdy, cool guy, over excited about things and wanting to share what he knows so others can hopefully share in his reverie. He is hands down one of the coolest people I know.

We reached our camping spot just in time, I volunteered to set up the tent while Logan got the fire going. Sometime later we were sitting out cooking some hotdogs and having a few beers, when suddenly I thought I heard something in the bushes, I am a bit of a worry wart. known in my friend group for having high anxiety. Logan polightly calls it 'Expressing an unhealthy amount of concern' he is such a nice dude. I shushed him and pointed to the bush but we didn't see anything emerge. I knew it wasn't that crazy to believe that something could be in it. we were in a dense forest after all. It didn't make anymore noise and I soon forgot about it.

When it was time to go to sleep for the night we let the fire get down to a few dying embers and crawled into the tent. It was a cold night and I would be lying to say Logan and I didn't somewhat cuddle up. About an hour after laying down he was asleep but I just couldn't relax for some reason. I had been camping plenty of times, having grown up in a rural area, sleeping in the woods wasn't new for me. I had just had an eerie feeling since meeting those guys that I just couldn't shake.

I was almost about to give in to sleep when I heard a stick crack a ways from the tent. then what sounded like slow deliberate footsteps. My mind was of course thinking mountain lion or something which was scary enough. but when something touched the zipper of the tent I shook Logan awake. He was groggy and grumpy at first but I instantly shushed him, pointing to the zipper.

"it moved" I whispered.

Logan wasn't having it. He grabbed a flashlight and reached down to open the door and see what or who was messing with us. I felt my blood run cold when he said it wouldn't open. He was moving the zipper but for some reason the other zipper was moving with it. Like they had been tied or locked together somehow. Effectively locking us in the tent. My breathing picked up and I instantly went into fight or flight mode. Logan and I both bring knives when we come out here so we grabbed those up for protection. We heard some more sounds and started yelling at whoever was out there. threatening them, if this was a prank it wasn't funny and that we had phones and would call the police. However they never answered our questions or responded in any way.

I heard a clacking of logs and sticks thrown together near the tent and then the drip drop of some kind of water hitting the tent. What the hell was going on? I am ashamed to say in the panic of it all I didn't put two and two together until I heard the flick of a bic and then smelled smoke. THEY WERE TRYING TO SET US ON FIRE IN OUR TENT! They beat feet away when the flames got too high and I found out real quick that 'water' on the tent was in fact gas. we were going up fast and the tent was filling with smoke. It burned the throat and eyes causing coughing fits for us both. They heat was too intense to try and escape though the side of our tent that was was burning, plus we didn't want to get melted plastic on us, that shit hurts! when we thought we heard them run away, we grabbed up what we could and I used my knife to start slashing at the tent wall opposite the flames even still some of the tent was melting against my knife blade.

We finally stumbled out and took a few deep breaths of fresh air. We didn't stick aroudn long though because we knew those guys might come back to look and see how their little murder plot was going. IF they weren't already watching us from some distance. We heard one more rustling from some distance away. That was more than enough for me, camera and knife in one hand and Logans hand in my other we booked it back the way we came. I have never ran so fast or so long in my life, I am only a little ashamed to admit that I threw up when we finally got back to the car. We of course started it up and drove to a gas station down the road before calling the police and the fire department but of course by the time they got all the way up there those men were long gone.

I have no proof it was the men we saw earlier that day but Lo and I both believe it was them. Nothing else makes sense. So to the homophobic potential murderers in the woods that day; I hope you died out there but more importantly you better hope we never meet again.

#analogical #sanders sides #be nice #I dont need any negative feedback #I am HYPERSENSITIVE #that being said if you like it you could comment nice things or like it.#virgil sanders #logan sanders

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