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jazminrhode1 · 10 months

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How Does He Know Your Name? Matt Sturniolo x Reader One Shot

Summary: You go to the Let’s Trip tour and Matt knows who you are.

Word Count: 1236 words

You and your best friend got to the venue early but, there were already 50 people ahead of you in line. You both had your Fresh Love sweats on and decided to take a selfie to remember this moment.

As the doors opened, you could feel your heart begin to race. You and your bestie had been waiting for this moment for months. You had Matt's name written all over your textbooks and he even followed you on Instagram. The Sturniolo Triplets had been a safe escape from reality for you and you couldn't wait to meet them - even just for a minute or two.

As you waited in line, slowly making your way toward the front, you could feel the excitement in the air. "I can't believe we're here", you whispered. "I'm going to pass out", your bestie replied.

It was about an hour wait and you got to talking with the people in line beside you. One girl had flown out from Utah, another from New York. You could imagine being friends with all of them if they lived here too.

There was a girl, maybe 9 years old, ahead of you in the line. She was with her Mom and you could tell that she was freaking out. She hadn't even met them yet and she was crying. "Are you excited to meet them?", you asked.

"I'm so excited," she said with tears streaming down her face. Her mom pulled her into a hug, reassuring her. Her name was Perrie and she was so adorable.

As you made your way around the corner you could see them standing, taking pictures against the tour-branded backdrop.

Perrie clapped her hands over her mouth and you were worried she was about to faint. She was next and she made her way over, bursting into tears.

You and your bestie were at the front of the line. You take a moment to take a deep breath and check your appearance on your phone camera - it'll do.

As Perrie left and you were both called forward, she waved back at you. A grin spread across her face and you couldn't help but smile too.

"Y/n?", Matt said. You froze on the spot. How did he know your name? He followed so many fan accounts, how come he knew you?

"Who's that?", Chris teased.

"Oh my god, is that y/n?", Nick asked, shocked. He seemed like he knew something everyone else didn't but, now was not the time to read into that.

Your bestie looked from you to Matt, and back to you. She was struggling to play it cool as she took your hand and you both approached the boys.

Chris was first, he opened his arms to you both and gave you a big hug. "You smell nice", he said to you. "I like your jacket", you replied.

Nick gave you a hug and as he pulled away he pointed at your Fresh Love sweats. "The green looks good on you", he said. The compliment felt natural and you began to blush.

You turned to Matt. "Y/n, come here," he said, and he pulled you into a hug. He swayed you from side to side, you could feel a smile spread across his face as his cheek pressed against yours.

"This is crazy", he said as he pulled away and gave your bestie a hug too.

You all got into position to take the photo. Your bestie stood between Nick and Chris. Matt pulled you against his side and wrapped his arm around your waist. With the click of a camera, that was it and you were being ushered away. You thought you heard Matt call out but, you couldn't be sure.

You and your friend found somewhere to sit while you waited for the show to start. In the back of the old venue, you found two chairs and sat in the dark whispering excitedly about what just happened.

"I can't believe he knew your name", your bestie whispered. "Did you see the way Chris looked at you?", you asked.

In that moment, you got an insta notification on your phone that read, "[matthew.sturniolo: Thanks for coming. It was great to meet you :)]".

Your heart stopped. You felt silly, you knew he was just being nice. Two notifications followed, "chris (christophersturniolo) started following you" and "Nicolas Sturniolo (nicolassturniolo) started following you".

You showed your bestie the notifications on your phone and she clutched your arm in shock. "Oh. My. God." was all she could manage to say.

As you were trying to process what just happened, a group of 3 girls walked over. They looked a little younger and you could remember them from behind you in the line.

"Are you y/n?", the brunette asked.

Confused, you nodded. "I am. How do you know that?", you asked.

The blonde one stepped forward and jutted out her phone. "Look how Matt was looking at you!".

You took the phone to get a better look. She was showing you a video she had taken of Matt staring at you with a giant grin on his face as you were walking away. Nick and Chris were making fun of how giddy he was.

"Do you know them?", the girl with long dark hair asked.

You returned the phone and shook your head. "Not really. I mean, Matt follows me on Instagram but, we don't DM or anything".

"You're so lucky", says the blonde. "I'm so jealous", says the brunette.

You forced an awkward smile as they walked away. "We have to leave", you demanded as you started to grab your things.

"What? We can't go-" your friend replied. You grabbed her hand and started dragging her to the back exit. The room was full now and you could tell the meet and greet was over.

As you pushed the back door to the exit and ran down the stairs to the street, you could feel your heart beating so fast. You rounded the corner and felt like you hit a wall. As you stumbled back, your bestie caught you.

"Y/n," you heard, "are you leaving?" You looked up and it was Nick. Behind him stood Matt, Chris, and a 300-pound security guard.

"No," you lied, "we were just... hungry."

"We're going to McDonald's if you want to come," said Nick.

He smiled at you and winked. How was this happening? Of all the beautiful girls inside waiting for them, how were you the one they were asking to go to McDonald's with them? Would they have asked anyone else who was trying to run away and forget today ever happened?

"Come on," Matt said, "it'll be fun".

Your bestie linked her arm through yours as you both walked side by side with Nick. He was telling you all about the funniest fan encounters and asked about how long you had been watching their content.

You could feel Matt's eyes burning a hole in the back of your head. You turned to get a quick glimpse but, played it off as having heard a noise behind you. He was staring right at you, biting his bottom lip. He smiled when your eyes met but, you turned back around pretending not to see.

When you got to McDonald's, you all ordered and found a booth in the back corner. You squeezed in from the right, and Matt from the left, and ended up sitting next to each other. Your hand brushed against his and you felt butterflies swarm in your stomach.

You looked up and your eyes met his. "I'm super glad you're here", he said. "Me too", you replied.

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more-cardigan-than-woman · 10 months

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The School Trip: Ch 1- Bus Trip

Summary: Jason and yourself are teachers at a high school. This long weekend you are taking all the science kids in your class to Central City to visit Star Labs and the handsome lit teacher has come along as an extra chaperone.

ScienceTeacher!Reader x EnglishTeacher!Jason Todd.

WC: 1.3k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Slowish burn, multiple parts. mutual pining, teenagers, swearing, NO CAPES, smutty books.

"Mason, you gotta put that under the bus." Jason says, as Mason attempts to carry his full duffle bag through the door of the bus.

"But it's got all my stuff in it?"

"Yeah, all our stuff is under there. It'll be fine." He sees the boy's arms stiffen around the bag, "And how's cherry going to sit next to you with your bags taking up the room?"

"Good point, sir."

"Nice work," you smile, nudging Jason in the.arm, "thought we'd have to travel with his smelly socks for a second there."

"Unlucky for you, you gotta sit next to my stinky socks the whole way instead." Jason jokes, enjoying the way your nose crinkles at the thought. It’s a small thing, but fuck its cute. This is going to be a long ass weekend, hopefully he can get to know you a bit better. He’s tried over the last few months since you started at his school, but there was always something pulling him away, whether it be curious kids asking questions or the need to get out and get home as soon as possible, there was always something. But now he’s got 3 nights and nearly 4 whole days to get to know the cute science teacher who always seems so much cleverer than him. One thing he knows for certain, something you always seem open to talk about is your cats, Rex and Cody. He’s seen pictures of the Russian Blue and the Orange kitties on your desk and it was the second thing he ever knew about you.

Zoning back into reality as you try to usher him further onto the bus, before trying to push past him, "how are the cats going to cope without you for a few days?" he asks, not wanting to get into his interrogation of all your interests too early on.

"They'll be good. I've got a friend staying with them."

"A boyfriend?" Jason's eyes stare at your feet as you hop on the bus in front of him. He wants to look at your ass, it looks so good in those fucking jeans, but this is a work trip and he's so thankful that there's 30 fucking kids between you to keep him distracted. He just wants to get to know you, he tells himself, to make a new friend. He had so few friends in the staff, it wouldn’t be appropriate at all.

"Nah, my bestie. She's really cool." You smile as you take your seat at the front of the bus, the loud noise of thirty mouths going at once clogging your ears, "I think you'd like her."

"If she's anything like you-" he's cut off by a loud f bomb called out from the back of the bus and Jason's curiosity dies as Mr Todd rises in his chest.

"Yo! Young people!" You call before Jason even has a chance to stand up, "Mr Todd here is an old soul, so how bout we keep the F bombs to a hushed whisper, yeah?" A quiet sigh of 'yes miss' spread through the seats. "Maybe give him the illusion that the science program isn't running a meth lab?"

"Don't tell him that miss," Keira calls from the middle.

"He'll want a cut of our profits," Jayda laughs.

"Don't cross her, she'll make us do essay's." Andrew sniggers crouched behind a seat.

When their quiet charter starts up again, you turn to sit back down noticing Jason talking to the driver behind you.

"We're ready to go." Jason taking his seat next to you, his legs bunched up, the small confines of the front seat not enough for his massive legs. You try not to think about sitting next to him, about his wide frame nudging you as you bounce along, the long highway towards Central City. You need a distraction, something else to think about and not how his arms look under that fucking cardigan.

"Awesome, can't wait to spend my weekend with these delinquents."

"You're really good with them, you know."

"It's not hard. They're good kids."

"Some of them," he peers around, catching Theo pulling something from his bag.

"Nah, all my kids are great."

The driver pulls from the curb and you push into your handbag, pulling out a book.

"Can I ask you something?" Jason leans over, whispering in your ear.

""You can."

"Are you really selling meth with the kids?"

"Why? You a narc?"

"No. I just- you just- you said and i-"

"Dude chill," you slap him playfully with your book, "you don't need to be so serious."

"So should I read this instead?" He jokes, taking in the risque cover of the book, over the dark fae and his barely dressed companion, "how does a Misty Door work?"

"Shhh." You hush him, snatching the book back, "they think I enjoy reading science journals, don't blow my cover."

"Your secret's safe with me."

4 hrs and 1 nap later.

"Ok, people. We're at our stops for the night. Dinner will be at 6 and Miss has your room keys. Don't wander too far and try not to light anything on fire."

"Try our best." Keira calls out, giving him a wave as the kids start to grab their things and pile from the bus.

"Watch this." You smile at him, your hand wrapping around his bicep as a reflex to get him to stop. But then he looks down at you and you feel your heart start to race, shit. You shouldn’t have touched him. Now he’s looking at you like he’s got a bug on his arm, “Sorry,” you pull your arm away and he ducks back under the bus, "Todd, you're missing it!" you turn from him, not wanting to miss the display yourself. You heard a thud behind you and turn to see him rubbing at a spot on his head, what the fuck was he doing?

He can feel his face heating up, his heart is racing and all you did was have a hand on him. What is going on with him today? Couldn't be the way you let out little snores when you fell on him as you passed through the forest or the delight at how dirty your books are. Calm, calm down, a friend, yeah. She's just being friendly, he convinced himself, but when you call him he can help but respond. Maybe a bit too quickly, "What? What did I miss?"

"Look." You tilt your head towards the crowd of girls, "look what they're doing." You raise your brows in the direction of the young women, trying to get him to notice.

"What are they doing?"

"Just watch."

The girls each walk into the grassy park area near the hotel, each one pulling out a notebook.

"What's in those bags?" Jason asks, noticing how they're laying them in front of them.

"Magic." you nudge him, gently, trying to keep to yourself after the way he reacted to your touch before. "they're doing-"

"Magic? Really? Are they going to turn us into worms?'

"You still wanna hang out with me if I was a worm?"

"Don't think I got much choice. You're the only other adult I know in this city."

"Not for long. We're about to meet the hotel clerk and grab everyone's room keys."

"Yeah, I'm sure she'd be a hoot to hang out with “ he gestures towards the older looking woman behind the counter, the light pink and blue cardigan wrapped over her shoulders and the long pearl string connected to her glasses.

"You never know. She might be a secret spy."

"Now that would be impressive.

“Wouldn't it? She'd look killer in a catsuit and heels.”

“OK, you ruined it.”

“Nah, I made it better.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

“I will, cheers. Now let's go sort this shit out.”

“Lead the way.”

Ch 2: Dinner

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sublimecatgalaxy · 2 years

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hi hun! a little self-indulgent request, but would you be able to write a fic where eddie helps the reader during a panic attack? like maybe she’s dealing with a stressful situation and she doesn’t like asking for help so she kept all her emotions bottled up until she just brakes down. honestly, you can take this in any direction you want bc i trust your vision completely!

hope you’re doing well 🤍

Bestie, this is the perfect request to fulfill for me right now and I hope it can help you find some peace the next time you need it.

"Hey, Y/n, you in here?" A curious voice rings out across the women's bathroom and the door shuts loudly with a bang. My soft sniffles cease as my eyes flutter shut in frustration, not realizing he had followed me all the way out here.

"Eddie! This is the women's bathroom-"

"It's nine o'clock on a school night, sweetheart, no one cares but you." I pout, my fingers itching to reach out to turn the lock and let him into my stall but anxiety swirls in my belly at the sight of his sneakers under the door. He knocks gently on the door and I can sense that he's leaning up against the cool metal, sighing softly under his breath. "Wanna tell me what's going on?" He asks, his voice softer than usual and much kinder compared to the screeching that comes out of him in the middle of DnD campaigns.

"Just needed a breather." I huff, reaching up to wipe angrily at my eyes, wishing the pathetic tears would just stop so I wouldn't have to explain the mascara streaking down my cheeks.

"On the toilet? Kind of weird if you ask me-"

"Stop picking on me." I grumble, leaning against the door opposite of him, wanting nothing more than to reach through the metal and to link my fingers with his and to feel his arms around me in a moments notice at the sight of my red, teary eyes.

"Alright, alright." He laughs sheepishly and I can picture the blush that spreads across his cheeks, the blush that's almost evident in the way he speaks. "You can talk to me, ya know? It's the perk of being best friends with the biggest loner in all the land." He offers sweetly and my eyes flutter shut once more, a bittersweet smile stretching across my lips.

"There's just a lot going on." I mutter under my breath, a gentle weight being lifted off of my shoulders at the confession, not realizing until now how heavy all of my thoughts have been. I've always been good at holding them in until I talk about them and everything comes crashing down.

"Well, if you don't want to talk, do you want a hug?" He offers but I hesitate, my fingers reaching up to flick the lock and let him in but I don't, I just pause. "I'm notorious for my hugging skills." He hums, tapping once more at the metal.

"I guess I could use a hug." I sigh, opening the door slowly to reveal myself to Eddie, watching his eyes make a once over of me, his beautiful eyes saddening at the sight of me so tired and broken. He doesn't say anything, just reaches forward to pull me into his arms, wrapping them tightly around my waist and pulling me almost off of the ground. My arms don't hesitate to wrap around his neck, playing with the short curls at the back of his neck and I tuck my face into his shoulder.

"I've got you."

It's the three simple words that send me into a spiral, the tears leaving my eyes faster than I can control. He only holds me tighter though probably confused at my sudden out cry, my lips parting as sobs wrack through my trembling body. He grips my waist as if I'll evaporate into thin air but I hold him just as tight, like a lifeline that I never knew I needed until right now.

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sketchfanda · 6 months

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Kirishima's Mystique:Skater Girl

There were more than a few words one could use to describe a girl like Jackie Lynn Thomas of which to name some in particular. Chill, pretty, sexy, laidback and of course THICC as eff are among those that come to mind. But for someone usually cool as an ocean breeze, she was in a mood that was anything but. Hence why she'd be more than happy to take some part time job in the summer in Japan to be a surfing instructor.

She had to say it was quite the climate around these parts especially at this time of the year. The beaches all having the ideal 3 S: sun, sand and surf all in ideal pristine condition making for some premium waves to ride and catch. Which would normally do the bottom heavy babe wonders for her mood but she was still feeling a little sour and why you might ask? Well it was to do with a boy back home you see, that Jackie thought might be going somewhere in terms of a potential relationship and commitment. But it didn't quite workout that way for one reason or another and right now she needed some space.

But damn if she wasn't feeling the slightest bit lonesome, sure she wasn't looking for a committed sort of union right now but she sure as hell wasn't going to settle for some random fling!! She wasn't a slut who just spread her legs for any guy, or hell even just any girl but hey least she was making a friend or two while she was here. Case in point a regular bestie she clicked with immediately who was a fellow instructor in the surf class and damn if she wasn't a hell of a looker. But then again it wasn't everyday you taught and rode waves alongside the one and only Maya Diva, Jagua del Toro's Lady of the Waves, current exchange student at UA high school.

Jackie:*sipped her drink as she and Maya sat by a local beachside diner on their break on a cozy bench under the shade of a tree. The chill babe softly sighing.*"I got to be honest with you Maya, I'm not having a bad time here but I know I seriously got to do something to just forget that deadbeat back home....."*The aqua streaked blonde mumbled to herself, pinching her brow. Stupid indecisive pretty boys and their unintentional Latin magnetism.*

Maya:*sitting in a way that just naturally oozed her raw sex appeal, rocking her quirkless form look as her and Jackie were turning heads in their surfwear. Eyeing the chill gal with concern while stealthily checking out her bombshell body.* "Would it be too direct for me to say you seriously need to get laid? Because I might have a solution to your problem...."*The shapeshifting babe grinned sensually as Jackie gave her a look of curiosity. The blue haired babe knew she had her, hook and line, now to see if she could reel in.*

Jackie:"It's not a gigolo or something is it? I mean I've heard there are a lot of dudes who got all sorts of weird quirks when it comes their junk or just sex in general but you know I'm not that sort of girl..." *That she certainly wasn't. Hell she left quite a string of putdowns on wanna be Casanovas and flirts who tried picking her up thinking she'd be an easy time. Don't let that thicc body and cool attitude fool you, this girl could be a shark. Which Maya knew made her ideal...*

Maya:*waved her off as she reassured her.*"Nah trust me, this guy is a total teddy bear. You know I mentioned my relationship before right?" *Maya's inner minx felt giddy as Jackie nodded. Oh yes the blonde had been told that Maya was in a threesome relationship with a guy and a girl. But she hadn't quite told her ALL the juicy, spicy details...yet.*

Jackie:"Yeah at your school right? What's that got to with helping out my problem?"*She knew she should suspicious, wary even. More so as Maya gave her a look she could recall seeing the blue haired shapeshifting bombshell was no stranger to pulling. The kind she made when she was likely on the phone to said guy and or girl. Or when she got a no doubt sexy text or picture from them.*

Maya:"Well you see me and my girl love to, what's the word? Oh yeah put our ma out to stud. Believe you me nothing gets me and Pinky so damn wet than seeing himbo rut another girl so bad that he wants to make sure she's getting a bun in her oven. Oh and you my bottom heavy babelicious work of art, I think are just the kind of girl who'd enjoy what he's packing..."*the shapeshifting hottie couldn't help but giggle at jackie's reaction. Yeah lot of women learning for the first time about her, Mina and their kink with their chivalrous stud always got looks like that. But she knew she had curiosity, morbid as it was. Now she had to keep her attention.*

Jackie:"Hold up just to be clear. You're basically telling me you and your co-girlfriend like to have your boyfriend bang other girls? You're saying you're pimping him out to me?" *She could hardly comprehend how Maya was so casual about it. Yet all the same she could feel her snatch quiver and pulse. Arousal flowing as her mind subconsciously wondered what this boyfriend was like. To be able to handle two girls at the same time so well that they even needed extra bodies just to keep him satisfied.*

Maya:*her inner devil screamed Sinker and Jackpot, knowing she had her now. Everyone knows what happens with cats and curiosity but never the part about satisfaction. And Jackie was sure to be getting it plenty. Taking out a pen and paper as she drew-up a rough map and wrote out details like a date and time, handing it to her.* "Oooh yeah, well we prefer to say put him out to stud, pimping implies we'd be making money from it. Our only price is the show we get and if you want to be the next headline act? Just come to the time and place right here."

Jackie shot Maya a suspicious look but accepted the scrap of paper all the same. Putting it away for safe keeping later as they enjoyed the rest of their break and finished off their surf classes for the day before they parted ways. At least for now as Jackie was soon on her fateful skateboard, making her way through the crowds as she had Dead Kennedys playing on her headphones. Soon finding herself at the address, one of UA's College campus dorms as she went to a certain floor and door number and knocked.

It seemed like maybe nobody was home at first before the chill babe certainly heard the approach of voices and footsteps. Definitely no turning back now as the door opened to show none other than Maya who was rocking her au naturale sclay blue form. While standing beside in all her cotton Candy pink glory was Mina Ashido herself and the horned girl eyed snd sized up, clearly liking what she was seeing. Sharing a look with her girlfriend as they grinned and gently pulled Jackie into the apartment and shut the door behind him.

Jackie couldn’t help but blush, she wasn’t usually bicurious but damn if Mina and Maya together could make a girl turn heads and questiin her own sexuality. The fact they were both we earring tank tops and booty shorts certainly was a factor in that as they brought her into a bedroom. This had to be their boyfriend’s for sure as the decor just screamed absolute fitness and machismo. And from the sounds of it, he seemed to be in the bathroom having a shower as she turned to fsce the naughty pair.

Mina:”You know Maya told me so much about you but seeing you in person is a whole other story. I just know Eiji is gonna LOVE you..” *The acid maker purred affectionately as she ran her hands along Jackie’s curves. Getting a good feel of her waist and hips as she made her twitch and squirm. There was no doubt about it, Mina was comfy with other girls as she was with her and Maya’s man. Talk about your dirty pair.*

Maya:”Knew you’d like Pinky and now that Jackie here has your seal of approval, we got the next stage here. Welcome to Casa Amore Jackie girl, now all you got to do is stand there looking pretty while the man of the hour makes his entrance. Then the fun really begins.. *Jackie had a feeling it was too late to backdown now. She pretty much consented the moment she knocked on the door as she turned to the door to the bathroom, seeing no steam or hearing the sounds of the shower running. Her pulse racing as she felt the anticipation tingle within as the door opened. Out stepping Kirishima with his sculpted Herculean body glistening sparkly clean and his modesty preserved by a towel around his waist.*

Kirishima:”Hey girls sorry to keep you waiting, you know I got to get the post workout scent off and I…”*The sturdy stud paused in the middle of his sentence as he noticed they had company. Seeing Jackie who looked at him like she was laying eyes on a work of art. Blushing slightly as he himself found it too easy to look at her and why not? She was a feast for the eyes and she wasn't even naked...yet.*"Hi uh, let me guess, friend of Mina or Maya's"

Jackie:*simply nodded in reply to his query, seeing him grasp his towel around his waist as she took in the view of his upper torso. Those powerful arms, those warm, inviting pecs and those abs. But of course the face was a work of art itself, not overly pretty and angel-faced but certainly not too rugged and macho, if anything it struck an ideal balance between cute and handsome.*"Yeah and right about now...I'm really glad to be so..."*Her voice coming out with a rather husky sensual whisper as she walked up to him close and personal.*

Jackie wasn't sure what had come over her but seeing Kirishima in his current state just seemed to flip a switch in her brain. Suddenly her dry spell issues and her hang-ups back in Echo Creek were becoming a thing of the past. Her face kissing distance from the sturdy hero as she caressed his chest and abs with one hand, the other gently grasping the towel preserving his modesty. Sensual blue eyes locked on curious crimson blood red as she closed the distance between them.

There was a lot she could've said then and there, all variations one way of another of telling this Adonis of a caveman to drop the towel, take that cock and bang her goddamn brains out. But as they say actions spoke much louder than words and this guy was clearly god at reading body language. Any shock or what not gone from his eyes as instead they became soft but determined as his own free hand moved to gently grasp the back of her head. The thicc cutie softly moaning as she soon found her lips being pressed to his as they kissed, proceeding to make out.

Mina and Maya of course were still in the room watching with voyeuristic delight, not that it was bothering her none. Oh no, she was on cloud 9 and it was honestly quite a turn-on, as she and Kirishima deepened their lip-lock. Their tongues dancing together as she traced and felt those shark-like teeth of his. Before she heard the sound of his towel dropping and found his now bare cock pressing itself between her juicy thighs.

her blue eyes glanced downed, a sensual awe filling her as she could tell it was quite a bit of length and girth, pressing against the camel tone of her denim shorts. Unable to help herself as she squeezed and rubbed her thighs against that meat stick as she gasped find Kirishima pulling her shirt up to whip out her tits. A sensual shudder escaping her as she sensually but her lower lip to find the himbo kiss along her neck and grasp her now exposed boobs a firm squeeze. It was surreal to her how much just this fore play alone was making her feel orgasmic before she soon found it getting even better.

Jackie found herself being gently pushed and laid back onto the bed behind them, their lips pressing to each other once more as her tits pressed and rubbed up against those firm pecs. Moaning and gasping as she found that hunk of sexual meat pressing and rubbing against her slit, sticky warm nectar coating that length and girth with plenty of lubrication. Before she soon broke their kiss to let out a deepthroated moan as she felt it penetrate her, inch after inch of Kirishima’s Lil’ Riot sinking into her as it hit just the right sweet spots. Causing her nerves to surge with absolute bliss and pleasure as spine tingling ecstasy flooded her brain.

To think she was cumming from just the penetration when Kirishima soon really got going, his powerful muscles flexing as he pumped his hips. A slow and steady rhythm that to Jackie felt akin to rolling down a hill or swimming out to catch a wave to ride as she held onto those strong powerful arms pinned beside her head. Looking down in awe at their connected loins to see her stomach swollen with the bulge of his cock indicating his size and depth. That womb hammer really standing out as she tucked her tummy, showing off quite the set of abs and highlighting his length and girth all the more.

Jackie:*looks at Kirishima, her blue eyes locked in his blood red ones as they flowed with lust. Sensually biting her lip as she massaged his arms before wrapping hers around his shoulders. Her voice a sexy husky whisper as she was lost in the absolute sexual bliss.*”Mm handsome I’ve only just met you and you’ve made my day. So you take thick juicy meat and fuck, me, hard.”*the moment she said that, she knew her world was about to get rocked.*

Rocked it certainly did as she soon found Kirishima's pelvic thrusts picking up a nice steady increase in intensity and speed. Not to mention force as his hips pumped away like the drill of a jackhammer, those heavy balls slapping her jiggling booty as she curled her spine and toes, holding on for dear life. Hearts glowing in her eyes as orgasms rocked her one after another, her stomach's bulge going up and down in tempo to this biological sex machine who couldn't help but lavish attention on her bouncing tits. Deep-throated moans escaping her as she felt those sharp pointy teeth of his graze her booby skin sensually, her nips being licked and suckled on as if trying to coax milk out of them.

How she loved every second of it, being held in the embrace of such a caveman, yet showered with such passionate sensual affection. Those hands of his working so firmly on her tits and her ass, to say nothing of how he was quite the kisser. Their tongues dancing together in a sloppy tango of spit swapping as that cock continued to work away at moulding the walls of her pussy to its shape. That length and girth hammering out all those annoying little memories buzzing in her head about her woes back in Echo creek especially in regards to that insensitive two timing jackass.

It was a rush of ecstasy on par with the adrenaline she'd feel from riding a high tidal wave or nailing some major tricks and air in the skate park. Seconds to minutes passing their way into hours as Kirishima fucked her raw and with passionate abandon, going from their intimate missionary to a sideways spooning before she found herself grasping and biting the bedsheets as he took her prone bone style. Her apple-bottomed booty jiggling with every delicious impact of their loins as her spine tingled with every orgasm rocking her brain as it hit that sort of primal switch deep inside. Deep subconscious desires equating herself as a bitch in heat being mounted and claimed by an absolute unit of an alpha male as he was rutting her like he intended put a baby inside her. A thought that she absolutely found herself embracing, thinking of herself going around with her belly swelling as it grew with a child from this passionate caveman.

A thought that only made her arousal skyrocket all the more especially as she felt him bite down on her shoulder, their bodies shuddering as they came together. Her pussy squirting as it erupted like a volcano spewing magma, in tandem with that juicy sex meat of his proceeding to pump his baby batter into her womb, ensuring her over was definitely getting some buns inside. Before the skater girl gasped in the midst of her high to find not only had Kirishima not pulled out yet but he was still hard and ready to go. Before she looked aside to see Mina and Maya looming over like a pair of erotic menaces, shamelessly nude as their respective pink and blue bombshells made it clear they were very turned on at this little act of erotic acquaintance between their alpha male and their newfound sex bestie and down to fuck.

Not that Jackie was in any position to protest as her state of horniness was hitting sexual nirvana with the addition of two very equally horny babes. A constant tangle of limbs and torsos as they shifted between combinations of 2 to 3 on one or taking turns one on one whenever someone needed to catch their breath. More so especially when Jackie was given a show of a neat little trick Kirishima could pull off by focusing 1% of his quirk on his dick, ensuring his Lil' Riot wasn't being left out of this game of adult twister. One moment one of them would be getting fucked by that himbo doggy style as she ate out another girl's pussy, the next ould see one sitting on his face as he ate them out while another rode him cowgirl style and made out with the other.

Or gave him a tag team blowjob or boobjob, even jerk him off with their ass which was all the more fun for him given he had 3 prime qualities of buns to hotdog his meat between. For Jackie of course this being her first time being so lewd, each and every position or combination was an unreal but thrilling experience such as having her head hang off the edge of the bed as her newfound bull facefucked her, that glorious hunk of juicy meat pounding her mouth and throat like it was an oral pussy. Her tongue tasting the sublime mix of his seed and the pussy juices of herself, Mina and Maya who of course were no slouches in lavishing her and their man with pornographic affection either. Currently enjoying riding their Red Riot himbo stud in reverse cowgirl as he enjoyed the view of her glorious backside, jiggling booty and all while the alien queen and the lady of the waves were either playing with her tits or kissing her with sloppy passion, tongues dancing together.

Hours ticked on that it wasn't until a few orgasms later that Jackie found herself seeing what time it was as se heard her phone going off. Picking up the vibrating device as she saw a notification indicating a text message, the chill babe frowning as she felt her mood soured to see it was from her ex. oh so now the indecisive simp was looking to make amends? She knew he had his chances and he damn well blew it, quite frankly after today especially, she was considering living and working in japan full time just to have the space and distance between her and that jackass.

Just before she considered deleting the text message and blocking him of course, she looked over to see Kirishima sitting on the bed, that sweet teddy bear of a muscle mountain concerned. Even as Mina and Maya were performing a tandem fellatio on him which made Jackie smile sensually before her brain went off with a lightbulb. Getting a wonderful idea as she typed her response to her ex before setting her phone onto photo and video mode. Seriously feeling her pussy gush at what sort of naughty act she was about to commence as she set her phone on a stand at just the right angle and went back into the fray.

"Hey Diaz, here's what I have to show you about your message. Get. WRECKED!!" was what her text read as her ex would soon get flooded with a series of pictures and videos of Jackie in her latest round of fun with Mina, Maya and their himbo stud. Saucy images one after another spamming his phone with the intent to NTR and cuckold the guy. The cotton candy/bubble gum duo of course adding to it as they took some pretty sweet shots and angles of Jackie's one on ones with their Red Riot. The extreme sports hottie gladly and lustfully declaring herself Kirishima's property which was especially evident by the shark like bite marks marking her skin and the overflow of seed pouring from their conjoined loins.

Suffice to say once Jackie sent one final lewd selfie of her, Mina and Maya resting and laying atop or beside Kirishima, she officially called it quits with her ex and blocked him. Deleting his number as she basked in the welcome afterglow, reminding herself to make plans about moving and setting up residency in Japan. After all, it would help to stay close to her two new besties and the new man in their life. Especially if every other time after this first would just as good,if not better......

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Future-Proof Your Biz: Top 10 Digital Marketing Trends in 2024

Digital marketing has come a long way since the days of blinking banner ads. Today, we're on the cusp of a new era, where artificial intelligence (AI) is transforming the way we reach and engage audiences

The digital landscape is a kaleidoscope of constant change, and staying ahead of the curve can feel like chasing butterflies on roller skates. But fear not, intrepid marketer! The year 2024 promises a constellation of new trends, ready to illuminate your brand and captivate your audience. So, buckle up as we blast off on a journey through the top 10 digital marketing trends that will propel your business to galactic heights!

1. Smart Machines Make You Shine: Imagine ads that know you better than your BFF. That's AI! It personalizes everything, showing the right stuff to the right people, like magic mind-reading robots.

2. Chatty Bots Become Your Besties: Talking to your phone isn't weird anymore. Chatbots and voice search are hot! Make your website and social media chatty, ready to answer questions, and give directions like helpful robot tour guides.

3. Videos Take You on Adventures: Forget boring ads! Captivating videos is king, showing cool stuff you do and taking viewers on amazing journeys. Think 360° tours, shoppable videos, and live streams – it's like having your virtual reality arcade!

4. Social Squads, Not Solo Shows: Forget just posting pictures. Social media is all about making friends! Talk to your fans, build a community, and let them be your cheerleaders. It's like having a million best friends who love your brand.

5. Privacy Cookies Crumble, But We Got Cake!: No more tracking cookies following you around. But don't worry, you can still know your audience! Just collect info directly, like a friendly chat, and use it to make your ads super targeted, like a cake with your name on it.

6. Metaverse: The Wild West of the Web: Imagine a virtual world where you can sell spaceships and talking dogs! That's the metaverse. It's new and wild, but brands are setting up shop, so keep an eye out – it might be the next gold rush!

7. Real People, Real Stories: Forget picture-perfect influencers. People want to see real folks they can relate to. Find creators who share your brand's vibe and let them tell your story in their way. It's like having a million mini-influencers spreading the word.

8. Go Green, Be Seen: People care about the planet, so show them your brand does too! Use recycled packaging, source materials ethically, and support good causes. Being eco-friendly is like wearing a superhero cape – it makes you look awesome!

9. Less is More, Focus Like a Laser: Don't overload people with info! Give them short, helpful content that solves their problems. Think of it like a laser beam of awesome, cutting through the noise and making your brand stand out.

10. Experimentation Station: Blast Off from Boring! Don't be afraid to try new things! Test out different platforms, formats, and ideas. See what works, and what doesn't, and keep learning. It's like having your rocket lab, blasting off to marketing greatness!

Blast Off! Your 2024 Marketing Mission is Complete

Hold your champagne flutes, marketing astronauts! We've navigated the digital galaxy, charting a course for a stellar 2024 with these top 10 trends. Remember, embracing AI, chatbots, and immersive experiences will make your brand shine brighter than a supernova. And don't forget the power of social squads, privacy smarts, and green initiatives – they'll not only win your hearts but fuel your marketing rocket with sustainable success.

So, buckle up one last time. Keep your radar tuned for Metaverse opportunities, let authentic creators be your megaphones, and remember, less is more when it comes to cutting through the digital noise. Above all, embrace the spirit of experimentation – blast off from the familiar, learn from every launch, and never stop exploring the ever-evolving frontiers of digital marketing.

If you're based in Kerala, you're fortunate to have a wealth of talented digital marketing companies in Kerala at your disposal. These agencies can provide a comprehensive range of services, from SEO and social media marketing to content creation and website development.

With these trends as your compass and your creativity as rocket fuel, your 2024 marketing mission is guaranteed to be a success. Now, go forth, fearless marketers, and make the digital universe your playground!

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Art of affiliate marketing ! |vrankup|

Hey there, awesome folks! Ready to dive into the wild ride that is affiliate marketing? Buckle up, because we Digital marketing agency in dwarka about to unravel the ins and outs of this cool money-making game in a way that's as chill as chatting with your BFF. So, grab your favorite drink, get cozy, and let's break down affiliate marketing together!

So, like, picture this: you've got this rad product or service that you're totally vibing with, right? Now, imagine getting paid every time someone buys it based on your recommendation.

Now, let's get down to the nitty-gritty. There are three main players in this gig:

Chapter 1: Breaking Down the Affiliate Marketing Madness

Alright, so here's the scoop – affiliate marketing is like being a digital matchmaker. You hook up people with cool stuff they wanna buy, and in return, you score a cut of the cash. It's like recommending your fave restaurant to your buddies but with some extra cha-ching in your pocket. Sweet deal, right?

In a nutshell, you – the affiliate – team up with companies that got rad products or services. You spread the word about their awesomeness using your special affiliate link. When someone clicks that link and buys something, bingo! You just scored yourself some commission. It's like making money while chowing down on pizza. Well, almost.

Chapter 2: The Cool Cats in the Affiliate Game

Hold up, let's meet the main players in this affiliate party:

**The Merchant**: These are the peeps with the goodies. They could be big brands, indie creators, or anyone in between. They give you those golden affiliate links that track your sales magic.

**The Affiliate (That's You!)**: You're the star of the show! You strut your stuff and promote the merchant's goodies. Your weapon? That special link that's like a trail of breadcrumbs leading back to you.

**The Consumer**: These are the real MVPs – the folks who click your link and decide to buy the stuff. Without them, there's no commission dance happening.

Chapter 3: Navigating the Affiliate Jungle

Alright, time to talk about affiliate networks. These are like the matchmakers of the matchmakers. They're platforms that connect affiliates like you with merchants who need some promotion mojo.

Imagine Amazon Associates, ClickBank, and ShareASale as the ultimate party planners. They've got a buffet of products from different niches, so you can strut your stuff in style. Plus, they take care of the nerdy stuff like tracking sales and making sure you get those hard-earned coins.

Chapter 4: Unleashing Your Affiliate Strategy

Let's get real – affiliate marketing isn't about throwing links around like confetti. You need a game plan, my friend. Here's how you whip up a killer strategy:

**Choose Your Jam**: Pick a niche that tickles your fancy. Something you're passionate about. This makes your promo game more legit 'cause you're genuinely into it.

**Scout the Coolest Stuff**: Hunt down products in your chosen niche. Look for quality, something you'd recommend to your besties without hesitation.

**Serve Up Stellar Content**: Content is the secret sauce. Cook up reviews, how-to guides, videos – stuff that helps your audience and showcases those products.

**Spread the Love**: Tackle the promo game with a mix of SEO, social media voodoo, emails, and maybe a sprinkle of paid ads. Get those eyes on your content!

**Honesty Rules**: Be transparent. Tell your audience you're affiliated with. Honesty builds trust, and trust is your golden ticket.

Chapter 5: The Art of Chillin' and Winning

Hold your horses, cowboy! Affiliate marketing ain't no sprint. It's a marathon. Don't expect overnight miracles, okay? Keep creating, keep hustling, and keep the faith.

Conclusion: Your Affiliate Adventure Awaits!

So there you have it, my savvy pals – the affiliate marketing lowdown. It's like being a modern-day matchmaker with a twist of financial fabulousness. By diving into the right niche, building a rad platform, and hustling like a champ, you're on track to cashing in on that sweet, sweet passive income. So go forth, spread the affiliate love, and remember: you're not just promoting products; you're rocking the digital dancefloor of affiliate marketing. Stay groovy!

Catch you later,

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digitalmarketingservices7 · 10 months

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Important Tips to Create Engaging Content for Your Brand

Creating content material that captures the hearts and minds of your target market is like sharing a pleasant chat. Imagine your company is speak me to a suitable chum – you choose them to be excited and interested, right? Well, we have acquired your again with some high-quality handy recommendations on making your brand's content material absolutely engaging. Ready? Let's dive in!

Crucial Pointers for Crafting Captivating Content for Your Brand:

a. Know Your Gang:

First matters first, who's placing out with your brand? Are they young, old, or in between? What pastimes do they have? Figuring this out helps you communicate their language, like chatting about their favored sport or show. You're essentially their BFF in content!

b. Storytime, Y'all:

People love stories, simply like these bedtime tales. Share tales about your company – like how it all started out or a humorous factor that took place at the back of the scenes. Stories glue human beings to your content material and make them sense like section of your journey.

c. Keep It Simple, Sweetie (KISS):

Fancy phrases and lengthy sentences? Nah, pass by those. Use easy phrases and quick sentences, like you are texting your bestie. Simple stuff makes your content material easy-peasy to understand. No dictionary needed!

d. A Picture's Worth a Thousand Words:

You be aware of these cool images and exciting memes you see? Add 'em to your content! Pics make your phrases pop and take hold of attention. It's like inserting sprinkles on your ice cream – so eye-catching!

e. Ask Questions, Get Chatty:

Imagine you are at a party. Would you simply stand there, or would you be part of the convo? Yep, you would join! Same with your content. Ask questions, like "What's your fave flavor?" Then watch the feedback float like a river!

f. Be You-nique:

You're one of a kind, right? So is your brand! Let your persona shine in your content. Show off your quirks and fashion – humans love actual stuff, now not copycats.

g. Solve Problems, Be a Hero:

Ever had a pal assist you when you are stuck? Be that beneficial buddy in your content. Share tips, tricks, and options to troubles your gang would possibly have. You're the superhero here!

h. Mix It Up, Spice It Up:

Variety is like a spice rack for your content. Sprinkle in exclusive sorts – humorous stories, how-to guides, even a ballot or two. It continues matters sparkling and exciting, like a shock birthday celebration each and every time they visit.

i. Keep It Short and Snappy:

Attention spans are like butterflies – they flutter away quickly. So, preserve your content material quick and snappy. Don't ramble on; get to the point and hold your gang engaged.

j. Spread the Love:

Last but no longer least, share the love. Reply to comments, reply to questions, and provide shout-outs to your gang. When they experience heard and appreciated, they will stick around for greater exciting chats!

Conclusion:

And there you have it, amigo! Creating content material that makes your company a celeb is all about being friendly, relatable, and creative. Remember, your target market is like a bunch of friends you are inviting over for a chat. So, preserve it simple, inform terrific stories, and spice it up with some cool pix and questions. You're on your way to content material stardom – hold shining and chatting up a storm!

#content writing #content writing tips

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tadashiwa · 3 years

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karasuno boys reacting to you sending nudes for the first time

features: hinata, kageyama, tanaka, nishinoya, tsukishima, yamaguchi, daichi, sugawara, & asahi

hinata shoyo

he absolutely loses his fucking mind

you innocently texted him "guess what i bought :D" and he obviously asked to see

and there u were. kneeling in front of a mirror. in white lingerie. and its so sheer you might as well be wearing nothing.

it's not hinata's first time seeing you in a position like this, but oh my god you sent him a picture just for him to keep all for himself of you looking like this—

he's painfully hard almost instantly, sitting back against his headboard and pulling his cock out of his shorts

instantly becomes a babbling mess and cant form thoughts

kageyama tobio

you didn't realize that oikawa was eyeing you like a man starved when you and kageyama ran into him

but kageyama sure did

and he wasn't gonna let it go

he didn't blame you, but he was just generally agitated until he dropped you off at home

but when his phone lit up with a text from you as he was brushing his teeth he didn't think twice about it, expecting a simple good night text

but he was met with a picture of you with one of his old jerseys on, the hem of the jersey in his mouth, your bare chest on display for him

kageyama forgot how to breathe

bestie if you dont answer his damn calls

tanaka

you and tanaka had been friends for a while, but you had just recently entered what one would call the "talking" stage

even when you were just friends tanaka never shied away from telling you how attractive he thought you were

and then one night you were feeling yourself, so you thought: fuck it

you texted him asking if he wanted to see this really hot picture you had taken of yourself

obviously he said yes

but what he was Not Expecting was a picture of you holding your tits in the shower, covered in soap bubbles, with your arm covering your nipples

tanaka LOST IT

he lives to serve u

nishinoya

you're sitting on nishinoya's bed as he throws a volleyball up and down at the ceiling

you're complaining about this boy you had been talking to, and nishinoya is trying his hardest not to just tell you how in love he is with you

and

and then

u have the nerve

to say

"and i sent him this really good nude and he literally just sent the thumbs up emoji—"

and then nishinoya is seeing RED

not only did this prick have the pleasure—no—PRIVILEGE—to see you naked, but he didn't even APPRECIATE IT

noya's just joking around when he says "i would NEVER—" and then he starts ranting about how to hype up a girl

but when you say "next time i'll send my nudes to you" and he can't tell if you're joking

but you're CLEARLY not joking when that night you send him a picture of your naked body on display—

he tries to play it cool but hes FREAKING OUT

tsukishima kei

you and tsukishima had been dating for a few weeks

he's clowning you because he thinks you're innocent as hell💔💔

so obviously you've gotta prove otherwise

so you send him a picture of the tattoo in between your tits

he's not even sure if you meant for the picture to be so fucking hot but there you both are and he's looking at your tattoo and he just wants to RUIN YOU—

and he's gotta make sure you know that

tadashi yamaguchi

god bless him

youre gonna actually cause him to drop dead one day

you two had done things with each other before and yamaguchi wasn't a stranger to your body

he obviously still short ciruits every time he as much as thinks about you like that though

one day, when your phone dies, you borrow his phone really quickly

but then a text from tsukishima comes through

"youre paranoid. y/n isnt gonna think u have a thing for thigh highs if u buy them a few pairs for their birthday"

and then u get an Idea.

u ordered a pair of thigh highs that night and poor yams has no idea whats coming

when they come in the mail you put on one of his shirts, the socks, and nothing else

you sit on your calves and bunch up the shirt in your hands and spread your legs juuuust enough for yamaguchi to see how turned on you are

you send him a picture and tadashi literally dies LMAO

he cant even express how bad he needs u

and u dont really grasp it until u see him again

good luck bestie

daichi sawamura

you and daichi had been together for a little over a year

he was away and you hadn't seen him for a while and you needed him

thankfully, the feeling was reciprocated

daichi made this clear when he texted you from his hotel room at 2am LMAO

my boy needs u expeditiously 💔🙏

he asks if you're awake because he wants to hear your voice

when he calls you and you can hear that his voice is a bit strained you know exactly whats going on

"daichi? you're touching yourself aren't you?"

"yeah. yeah, i am, i'm sorry i just need you so bad—" he whines

"don't stop." you state bluntly

and then daichi hears clothes rustling

and then you start moaning and whining and oh my fucking god

when you hang up to go to sleep he texts you thanking you

so you bless him again

rip daichi fr fr

Sugawara Koshi

you and suga were friends

yet you both knew that with how attracted you were to each other it was only a matter of time

and then one night you're both at a party and someone has the genius idea to play truth or dare

you and suga are both a bit tipsy and so obviously you agree

and then someone dares you to let suga give you a hickey

and then you're straddling suga's lap and he's sucking on the sweet spot on your neck and holy shit

he pretends he doesn't hear you whimper over the music and you pretend you don't feel him growing in his pants

eventually you both go home and by this point you're both sobered up

and holy shit is the hickey on your neck is big

you send a picture to suga to show him his work

but you intentionally make sure he can see your bare chest

asahi azumane

this fucking man

has NO IDEA what he does to you

he sends you a mirror selfie at the gym holding up a peace sign because its just a little thing that the both of you do

and his thighs look so. fucking. good.

and so you decide your boyfriend deserves a shot of your glorious thighs right back

so youre wearing one of his shirts and nothing else and lay on your stomach with your ass in the air

and you look so cute

and asahi almost drops dead where he stands from arousal

its what this gorgeous man deserves for living rent free in your head like this

authors note: this was fun :) send me requests!!!!

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Hey girl, me again 🥺I’ve had this idea in my head for ages 🤔 based off the song ‘Polaroid’ by Liam Payne Mason Mount on holiday with the boys in Mykonos, him and the boys befriend a small group (reader and friends) bassically a holiday fling between reader and Mason but he never actually gets her name or anything just a few ‘Polaroid’ pictures of them both, few months later he’s been trying to find her but can’t and the lads convince him to post it on Instagram with the caption “Instagram do your thing” after a while he notices numerous different people (her friends) tagging the reader in it and turns out it’s her and sends her a message. Thankyou sweet cheeks 😎💙

aaahh bestie this is such a good idea

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 — mason mount

summary: mason can’t find the girl he had a fling with last summer, so he takes to the internet to find you.

notes: my requests are open, ask away!

for @yourmypurpose

Winning the Champions League was supposed to be a feeling like no other, a feeling that you’d remember for the rest of your life. But Mason felt deflated, he felt like the world was closing in on him and he could do nothing but watch it happen. Even his friends noticed his awful mood, they’d gone from watching him run around the pitch with the trophy, with a smile nobody could take away from him, to this; a man not wanting to leave his bedroom, let alone his house. His career was the only thing he was doing well in, his girlfriend left him, he would just train, come home to an empty house, sleep, and repeat. It wasn’t a life worth living.

“It’ll be fun,” Declan pleaded, following his best friend into his living room, “it’ll be the perfect chance to get away from everything, from work, from the UK, from your ex.” He spoke the last part quietly, yet Mason still heard and shot his friend a glare as he sat on the couch.

“I’ll think about it.” Mason mumbled, reaching for his PlayStation controller and turning his console on. Declan was trying to get Mason to come to Mykonos with a few of the Chelsea boys, as a celebratory vacation after winning the Champions League. But he wasn’t budging.

“You say that, but you never do. Come on, if it doesn’t lift your mood, you can take the next flight home.” Declan was trying to reason with his friend, to do anything in order to get this man out of his sweatpants and into some swim shorts. This holiday was all Mason needed to get back into his rhythm, to realise you don’t need a girlfriend to be the best version of yourself, to realise he was Mason fucking Mount.

The look on Mason’s face was completely readable, a smile appearing on Declan’s face. Declan jumped onto his friend, cheering and shaking him vigorously. “You won’t regret this, we’re gonna have so much fun.”

Mason found himself in his plane seat, earphones on, and on the way to Mykonos. Greece had always been one of his dream destinations, it was one of the places he’d planned on going to with his ex. Shaking his thoughts from his head, he’d drowned himself in the music. Waiting for the next three hours to be over.

The villa was lovely, the view from his room was even better. He felt himself smile just a little, hopeful for this holiday. He’d spent the first day enjoying the food of Greece, visiting the beach, taking in the place he was staying. Every time the negative thoughts would try to push in, memories of his previous vacations with his ex, he shut it down. He forced a smile and laughed with his friends, hoping they didn’t see through this façade.

It was tiring. Getting back from a busy day and then being told there was a club in town. Having to force that smile back onto his face once more. He still dressed appropriately for the night ahead, pre-gaming with his friends before heading out to this club. It was only 8pm and it was packed, the place had an outside terrace, which didn’t seem so crowded.

Drink after drink, rounds of shots, drinking games with his friends and a few randomers. It was wild. Mason was finally beginning to let go of it all; his negative thoughts weren’t affecting him right now. It was pure bliss.

“Mase,” Declan called out, gesturing to him on the other side of the bar, “wanna play beer pong? These guys need another group.” Mason just nodded along, looking over to the group he was referring to. It was a group of four, just like them, but he’d locked eyes with you for the first time.

Throughout the game, you constantly had a smile stuck to your face, brighter than anything he’d seen before. It was the infectious type of smile, one that spread to his face too. The drinks had done a number on his movement, almost stumbling to the terrace, where only a few people sat. He took in the cool air, resting his head back onto the wall behind him.

“You good?” You questioned, sitting beside him and placing a hand on his shoulder. He quickly opened his eyes, turning his head to face you. There you were again.

“I’ve had a lot to drink,” Mason mumbled, breathing heavier than usual, “your twin looks so much like you.” You just laughed, understanding how much he’d had to drink. You had also had a lot to drink, but clearly Mason didn’t handle alcohol well.

“Here,” you instructed, holding his hand out for him and placing a cup into his hand, “it’s water, drink it.” You watched as he did so, downing it rather quickly and slamming it onto the table beside him. “Do you remember your name?”

“Yes, it’s Mount. Mason Mount.”

“Well, Mount, Mason Mount, do you remember where you’re staying? I think it might be an idea to get you home.” You spoke, the cool air sobering you up almost entirely. Mason’s head was getting droopy, you’d seen this all before, he was inches away from snoozing on your shoulder. You just giggled at him and stood up, grabbing both of his hands and pulling him up.

“We walked here from our villa, it’s a silly looking one. One with the pool shaped like a love heart.” You hummed, not knowing which one exactly, so his information rendered useless. He was leaning against you as you both walked back into the club, spotting his friends again.

“Hey, he’s had a lot to drink. I was going to walk him home but the only thing he said about the villa was that the pool was heart-shaped.” You laughed to his friend, who you’d learnt was called Ben. Mason was looking around the club, the multi-colored lights making his eyes squint in pain. This was the beginning of his hangover, he knew it was only going to get worse from here.

Ben had been kind enough to give you the villa address, and a key, so you made your way to the location. It was weird how trusting they were, for all they knew, you could be a psycho thief. You’d gotten to the villa, after an awful walk up the hill, and placed him on the couch. You didn’t even want to look at their stairs, let alone take Mason up them.

“I’ll stay here until your friends get back,” you spoke quietly, grabbing the blanket from the back of the couch and laying it over the half-asleep Mason, “night, Mason.”

“You never said your name.” He stated, craning his head to look at you as you sat on the opposite couch.

“Y/N.”

Declan had gotten back, wanting to arrange another outing together, a bit less boozy than a club. And here you were, on your way to spend the day on a boat. You’d brought your polaroid camera with you, hoping to get some nice pictures with your friends before you go home in a few days.

“You’re back.” You spoke, sitting beside Mason as the boat started to move. He smiled at you, handing you a flute of a sparkly liquid, which you’d taken without complaining. “Having fun so far?”

“Yeah, I’m glad I’m seeing you again. I don’t really remember much from last night apart from your face.” He admitted, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. You blushed, hiding it with your hands and reaching for your camera.

“What do you say to a picture? To remember this moment.” You suggested, holding the camera up at the two of you. Mason’s arm slid around your shoulders, pulling you in closer with a smirk on his face. You just smiled your usual, bright smile, and let the photo develop.

The day was spent enjoying the view, jumping off the boat multiple times, finally making your way back to the docks when the sun began to set. Everyone was sitting on the front of the boat, taking in the last few hours of the sun on their skin, whilst you and Mason were at the back together. Away from the sun, completely alone. You laid beside him, your eyes shifting to look at him every few seconds.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He retorted, poking his tongue out at you as you laughed, shoving his leg slightly.

“Oh, I already have.” You replied wittily, holding the polaroid up to show him. It was quite a creative picture, actually. His skin was tanned, muscles perky, the sun hitting him in all the right places. He was very handsome, you could only imagine the job he had back home.

“Hey, give that,” Mason chuckled, reaching for the polaroid but you’d held it away from him. He leant over to you, hand out to grab it, but you’d both been focused on something else. How close your lips were. You could feel the other’s breathe, it was straight out of a movie the way Mason grabbed your waist and closed the gap between the two of you. He was pulling you down with him, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. This was an Oscar-worthy kiss.

You knew you wouldn’t see these boys again, as you didn’t have long before you returned back to the UK. So, as you were grabbing your things, you’d flicked through the polaroid's from today, finding the one of you and Mason.

“Here,” you spoke, holding the polaroid out for him to take, “I thought you’d like it. And it’s a way of remembering your time here, and the most gorgeous girl you’ve ever laid eyes on.” You joked, but Mason really felt that way. You were the most gorgeous girl he’d laid eyes on. He came on this holiday thinking it would depress him even more, but he found fun in you.

“Trust me, I won’t forget a face like that.” He replied, placing the polaroid into his wallet and smiling. “See you,” he whispered against your neck as you hugged, one last time, “someday.”

It had been two months since he’d returned from holiday, back to work, but more importantly, back to his old self. He enjoyed going to work, coming home, and spending time with his friends. He saw beauty in his mundane life again. But he missed you. He never thought he’d miss a two day fling with a random girl on holiday, it wasn’t even a fling, The pair of you hadn’t hooked up, only shared a kiss. But it was a good kiss, an unforgettable kiss.

“Have you searched her name up?” Declan asked, relaxing into the corner of Mason’s couch, rolling his eyes as Mason opened his wallet up for the fifteenth time that day. The boys were round for their frequent game day, a day Mason looked forward to.

Mason shook his head, slightly embarrassed to have forgotten your name, in his defense, he was out-of-this-world drunk. “I don’t remember it, I was hammered. Plus, I’m sure there’s at least a thousand people in this country who share her name.”

“Post the picture on Instagram, people always find people on there, it’s creepy.” Ben added, laughing at the end of his statement. It was a good idea, but was he ready to put it out there that he’d moved on, only for his ex to be mentioned in his comments again? Were you worth all of those nasty comments?

He’d posted the polaroid that evening, with the caption:

‘Instagram, do your thing.’

You had received a call from your brother, just as you were heading up to bed. Strange, you thought, your brother only called if he had some ridiculous news. You’d answered it, sitting on your stairs as he spoke.

“Did you meet anyone on holiday?” He questioned, your mind instantly flicking back to your memories with that man. The kiss on the boat, the horrible walk up the hill, the fighting over a polaroid.

“Why’s that your business?” You questioned, running up your stairs and grabbing the polaroid's from your bedside table and flicking through them.

“It’s my business when I’m scrolling through Instagram, only to find a Chelsea player has posted a picture of you and him.” He mentioned, voice raising in disbelief as he finished his sentence. You furrowed your brows, Chelsea player?

“Chelsea player? Chelsea, as in the football team you follow?” You wondered, opening Instagram to find this man’s account. You’d forgotten his name, curse your horrible memory. “What’s his name again?”

“Mason Mount,” he recalled, and you were kicking yourself for not remembering his silly James Bond introduction. Finding his account, you’d seen his recent post. It was your polaroid. The one you’d given him the last time you’d seen each other, he was looking for you. Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest, scrolling the comments and seeing everyone compliment you. How did you manage to run into this man and not remember his face? Or his name? The amount of times your family had mentioned how A1 he was on the pitch, how happy they were when Chelsea had won the Champions League.

“That’s not me,” you lied to your brother, knowing there was no way of escaping this now, everyone you knew would be able to tell it was you.

“Don’t bullshit me, Y/N,” he laughed on the other end of the phone, as you were frantically shoving the polaroid's back into your drawer, “I don’t know anyone else who uses a polaroid camera.”

“Should I text him?”

“You’d be an idiot not to.”

After ending the call with your brother, you sat in Mason Mount’s inbox for over an hour, unable to send him a message. Was there a right thing to say? Was ‘hi’ not enough for the man you’d left a mark on? Throwing away all of your conflicting thoughts, you sighed and just sent the word, ‘hey’. It didn’t take long for him to get back to you, so over the moon that he’d found you.

Mason: I can’t believe it worked, I actually found you.

Turns out my brother follows you and saw the picture, small world?

Mason: Chelsea fan, huh?

Guess so.

Your conversation lasted until the early hours of the morning, you promising Mason a proper date when you were both free. He had training the next day, but how could he sleep when he now knew you. He now had your Instagram, so he could talk to you, instead of staring at the polaroid in his wallet a million times a day.

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Soooo,

I don't call out specific Extreme Shippers and their straight out LIES very often anymore because it's more than OBVIOUS and CLEAR that Cait is married to Tony McGill, and they had their first child together...and the SamCait ship was a LIE all along. BUT...

I just got these screencaps in Twitter DM of an old time Extreme Shipper who, not only refuses to accept the TRUTH, but is still trying to SPREAD lies about the faux ship. Not sure what purpose there is now, except to be cruel and lead newbies on, or rile up OG shippers with false hope. But it was too easy to disprove what she's saying, so I'm taking a few minutes out of my Sunday and doing just that.

Click on Keep Reading for the rest.

Extreme Shipper, Cathy used to be what I call a Pollyanna Extreme Shipper. She's been around for years and used to be all sunshine and rainbows. She was one of those shippers that had the attitude: "lalalala, I don't seeeee anything, I don't heeeeear anything" that went against the ship." There was no rocking her boat back in the day. But I guess something changed once Cait actually married Tony and Not Sam, and now she's gone from Chipper Cathy to Bitter Betty. She posts negative stuff any chance she gets and worse, she's trying to FOOL newbies or revive old Shippers' hopes. Not cool, and sad she wants to set up people to continuously be disappointed.

This is her latest deception. 👇

WRONG. There WERE pics and video in 2014 and early 2015 showing Cait with Tony and those were BEFORE the pics she’s referencing of Cait with Sam. 👇 In 2014, I posted on my old Twitter account, that I had a Tony family source--someone who knew his family from Glasgow (her brother went to school with Tony) and that this source had told me Cait was dating Tony McGill. My info went viral and I was attacked mercilessly by Extreme Shippers, everyone doubted it was true. And then we got picture and video PROOF that I was telling the truth and Cait was indeed dating Tony McGill and not Sam. Below, is a pic of Cait and Tony at the airport in 2014. My source told me that Cait spent Christmas 2014 in London with Tony and his dad (Tony was living in London for years at the time and owned a bar/live music venue in Islington, London called The Library and then later he opened a second one adjacent, called The Reading Room). After Christmas in London, Cait and Tony went to Cait’s native Ireland to spend New Year’s with her family and friends.

Below, is Tony looking warm and cozy, right next to Cait in Ireland with two of Cait’s besties. 👇

And here is a screencap of the infamous “lapman” video, where Cait is sitting on Tony’s LAP, joyfully playing, while he taps her hips to the beat. I mean, you’d have to be BLIND to not see that look of love and that smile on his face. That’s NO “assistant” I’ve ever seen. 👇

And LOOK, BOTH Tony’s hands are firmly on her hips and butt. Again, not very “assistant” like, and definitely not “gay assistant” like...more like VERY MUCH BOYFRIEND like...👇 And now HUSBAND.

Here's the video for those who haven't watched it. 👇

https://www.instagram.com/p/xUj2mnE2WA/?utm_medium=copy_link

In 2014, I posted my Tony family source info, THEN the pics and video posted above of Tony and Cait came out and proved I was telling the truth. MY source info AND those pics and videos WERE out there for ALL to see WAY before the pics Cathy is referencing came out. Look at the dates 👇

If you look at the pics above WITHOUT Shipper Goggles on, all you will see is two good friends and costars hanging out together, hiking with a sibling. Look closely, Cait and Sam aren’t even hugging, Cait’s arms are around her sister, Anne-Marie, NOT Sam. This is friends’ pic. Nothing more.

Then, in February 2015, Cait leaves Los Angeles briefly and flies to London to support Tony for the opening of his second bar in Islington, London--The Reading Room. 👇 She spends Valentine’s Day in London as well. The new bar is an absinthe bar (a type of strong liquor) and Cait uses a play on words: “Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder,” instead of “Absence makes the heart grow fonder.” Gee, WHOSE absence was she referring to? Why, Tony of course, since she hadn’t seen him since January for New Year’s. Cait hasn’t been hiding anything, all the info has been out there for all to SEE...but you have to have your eyes and minds open and not be wearing Shipper Googles. Simple as that.

After her visit to Tony in London, Cait returns to Los Angeles. Up until then, she had been living in L.A. in a condo with her roommate and friend Simon Kassianides. So, for the pic below of Cait joining Sam on the L.A. Marathon route in March of 2015 👇 it’s because her condo was RIGHT by where the L.A. Marathon ran. The only reason she ran out to take a pic with Sam and say hi and show her support in person was because he was literally running by her condo. It was not a big effort for her to be there. Again, a very FRIENDS thing to do. It’s only shippers who made it “proof” of Sam and Cait’s “epic love.”

And guess what else Cathy is ignoring? The fact that in the Spring of 2015, Jess, the ex-Queen of the Shippers sent her then best friend, I’ll call her “K,” to Tony’s bar in London. “K’s sole purpose in going to Tony’s bar was to try to prove that my source info about Cait dating Tony was wrong. Weeellll, much to Jess and ALL shippers’ SUPRISE, “K” talked to people who worked at Tony’s bar, showed them a pic of Cait and found out “yeah, that’s Tony’s girlfriend.” In shock, “K” went back to the shipper leader fold and reported on her findings. Long story short. Jess and the other shippers treated “K” like crap, bullied her, and ultimately banished her from shipperville, simply for doing what they asked of her, and for her ultimate sin, finding out the TRUTH and posting it PUBLICLY.

In summary, Extreme Shippers have been LYING for 8 years and CONTINUE to LIE now. I know with 100% certainty through my insider sources that Cait and Sam were NEVER romantically involved, no, not even once. The SamCait ship was never real. The TRUTH is out there with plenty of PROOF. Don’t buy into what the few remaining drowning Extreme Shippers try to sell you, it is a LIE.

If any newbies have any questions, please Search my blog or simply Google, and it is ALL out there. If you still can’t find something you have a doubt about, please send me an Ask or DM me. My Direct Messages are open to everyone. However, I go through my “meh” periods in this fandom, so if I don’t answer it’s because I’m busy, bored, or I’ve answered the SAME questions over and over again for years. Again, the TRUTH is OUT THERE...for those who WANT to SEE it.

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neopuppy · 3 years

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Preview-

Hot Sauce (M): Deeply Dip That

Hot Sauce: Intro—>

Hot Sauce: Part 1–>

Hot Sauce: Part 2–>

Hot Sauce: Part 3–>

Hot Sauce: Part 4–>

a/n: To thank you for 2000 followers(little under 100 away atm), this happened so fast and I never expected more than a few 100 followers. I’m very appreciative for all your messages and support! I’ve decided on one last Hot Sauce installment to celebrate🥳 The fivesome that was requested more than a few times, hopefully will wrap this up nicely for you all😮‍💨(not that I do requests but..)

This will be a lengthy one shot- and filthy. Reader be mindful, always read to your level of comfort💙

please do not ask when I will post- if you would like to be tagged just lmk!☺️

There is also this.

“Why’s he always gotta be such a dick? What does he want? He won’t fuck any of the girls we bring back. Now he’s pissed we got his sister here..” Haechan scoffs. Hands busy behind the little bar set up by the pool mixing a drink. Renjun sighs, leaning in on his elbow.

“Step sister, when you just say sister it’s kind of weird. After what we all had to watch..” he rubs his sweaty nape with a smirk. Other hand snapping at Haechan for a beer.

“Don’t act like you didn’t like it. You came faster than all of us.” Haechan lets out an appeased laugh. Pouring golden bubbly liquid into a red cup. Under his breath, he whispers quietly “wonder why.”

“Fuck you dude, talk about Jeno being a dick.” Renjun snatches the cup out of Haechan’s hands, sniffing the contents cautiously. All too familiar with his stupid pranks by now.

“Renjun.. hear me out.. if he’s not gonna fuck her..” Haechan’s brows lift suggestively. Eyes darting back and forth between where you stand. Tension evident in your body language as irritation overcomes you the longer Jeno ignores your presence. “Been awhile since me and you shared right?..”

“Haechan, he almost killed us once already. You really want to risk that chance again for some pussy?” Renjun leans back, contemplation passing his eyes none the less.

“You know it wasn’t just some pussy. Love me a good freaky bitch.” Haechan’s grin grows. Sipping alcohol through a straw, having started early today. Slight buzz reaching his head already. Maybe with a clearer state of mind he wouldn’t dare test Jeno again- yea right.

“We’ve been 6 feet deep in ass since we got here. You just love to piss him off dude.” Renjun stands up from the bar stool, hands smoothing down his t-shirt. “I’m not completely opposed to the idea though..”

“You act like Jeno doesn’t deserve it. Look at him seething away over there like some big baby. He needs to learn his lesson already, just cause he’s hot and has chiseled abs doesn’t mean he should always get what he wants.” Haechan says shooting a lazy glare Jeno’s way.

“You have to stop watching those enemies to lovers movies. You’re one more hour of Jeno walking around shirtless away from proclaiming your undying love.” Renjun responds with a disgusted tone. Tossing back the rest of his drink. Combination of summer heat and alcohol causing sweat to pool in the crevices of his body.

“Whatever..” Haechan laughs to himself, finishing the rest of his drink off. With a spin, he grabs two cans of beer making his way out from behind the bar. “You in or what?”

Renjun sports a hesitant smile, eyes bouncing between you and Jeno. He should know better by now than to let Haechan talk him into these messes. Against his moral judgment, he nods, smile spreading wider into his cheeks. “If we get caught, I’m blaming it all on you.”

“We’re not gonna get caught. Jeno’s too busy pretending she doesn’t exists.” With a roll of his shoulders, and an elbow nudged into Renjun’s side they make their way over to you. “Act cool. Don’t make it obvious.”

Renjun scoffs, stepping ahead of Haechan. If anyone knew how to be inconspicuous out of the four of them, it’s him.

“Why are you standing here all alone? Are we not friends now?” He steps into your space under the roofs ledge where you’re trying to catch shade. Pulling a can of beer from Haechan’s clutches, earning a scoff. “We got that sugar free kind, girly spritzer stuff? You thirsty?”

“First off- ew, we are not friends. Second off- why would you idiots invite me to this party?” You spit out, snatching the can from his hands. Haechan’s expression turning amused over Renjun’s shoulder muttering- “Should have let me handle this one.”

“God she’s just like Jeno..” Renjun tucks his chin into his shoulder whispering to Haechan. Face turning back to you quickly with a kind smile. “Let’s be friend then? You’re here right? We all know each other well.”

“You know fucking doesn’t equate to friendship right?” Your tone laced in annoyance. Hand swatting at mosquitos circling around you. Haechan’s eyes light up, the bulb in his mind sparking to life.

“Bug spray!” He shouts out, a little too enthusiastically. “We have bug spray inside.. come on let’s get you some before you turn into a mosquito feast.”

Renjun looks at him with confusion. Haechan motioning for you both to step inside the house. Majority of the party goers outside by the pool- a pool party after all. He throws Renjun a look indicating ‘I got this’, glancing over his shoulder to make sure Jeno doesn’t spot the three of you. You make your way inside, Haechan placing a hand on your lower back.

“Still can’t believe Jeno ruined your summer plans over something so petty..” Haechan mumbles, throwing another knowing look at Renjun behind your back. You take in the gorgeous beach house, anger building up inside of you the more you think about it. Unable to stop yourself from picturing all the surfaces Jeno could have been fucking you into mindlessness on.

“He’s so immature.” You sigh, slumping against Haechan’s hand. Renjun nods in return, wrapping himself around your arm.

“You have no idea. He’s just lucky we all agreed to help him pay this off.” Renjun bites back his smile. Leading you down the hall toward their bedrooms.

“I know you guys are like besties, but Jeno’s just..” your hands shoot up, groaning in frustration. “Why would he even bother to rent this place out for us. It’s not like I wanted to go out with that Mark guy!”

“Oh I know..” Haechan pauses, turning you to face him. “He told us all about it.” He tsks, head shaking.

“He can be such an asshole right?” Renjun strokes your arm up and down, free hand brushing hair off your shoulder. You slump into his pets, soft warm hands sweeping up and down your bare skin.

“You need to get back at him, give him a taste of his own medicine.” Haechan’s tone deepens. Hands finding their way to your hips. “Let us help you.”

“Help me?” Your eyes widen, Haechan’s lust filled gaze pulling you in. This can’t happen again, or can it..

“Jeno abandoned you for weeks to come fuck around out here with us. He doesn’t deserve anything from you.” Renjun leans into your ear with a hushed tone. Fingers finding the tie on your bikini bottom, toying with the strings.

“I think it’s only the right thing to do..” Haechan slides a hand down your fluttering bare stomach. Fingers reaching for strings on the other side of you. His mouth falls open comically, pulling the tied knot free.

“Wait..” you look around the hallway with slight panic. Thighs squeezing together, clenching the fabric of your bottoms between you. “Here? Isn’t this..”

“What? You’re shy all of a sudden?” Renjun bites your earlobe, tugging free the other knot. Bikini bottoms betraying you as they fall to your feet. Eyes drifting down, toes kicking the cloth aside. Stomach heating up, fiery heat coiling around inside of you.

“I’m not.. I just.. what if he..” Swallowing, head tilting as Renjun’s tongue slides down your neck. Soft lips leaving hot pecks on your burning skin.

“What if he what?” Haechan clasps your chin, eyes blazing with intent. “Jeno deserves this..” fingers drag down your neck, between your chest. Lips pulling back, sucking air through teeth. “You deserve this.”

A whimper passes between your lips, legs trembling holding you up. Haechan’s head tilted down, hand slowly stroking between your abdomen. Eyes look up, half lidded and menacing. Fingers sliding in-between your squeezed thighs, tapping at your clit.

“Don’t you?” The questions dangerous, almost threatening. Biting down on your lip as Renjun’s teeth dig into your neck, humming in agreement. His fingers running along the dip in your back. Giving in you nod rapidly, cocky smirk on Haechan’s lips spreading.

“That’s right. Nasty little whores like you love getting fucked where anyone can watch.” Haechan’s grin grows. Fingers gliding between your folds. “As expected, dripping wet.”

“Let me” Renjun steps in front of you, lips pouted with a sheen of spit. Lust hazy filled eyes racking across your body. He swiftly falls to his knees, arms wrapping around your thighs.

“I got you” Haechan steps behind you, arms wrapping around your waist. “He loves to eat.”

Renjun’s face dips down, nose shoving between your shaking thighs. One of Haechan’s hands squeezes your hip, landing a smack loud enough to echo against the walls.

“Stop acting shy, that pussy’s hotter than my ps4” lips drag across your nape. Teeth skimming down skin, tongue lapping at your shoulder. Hips jolting forward Renjun’s nose pressing against the hood of your clit.

Sandwiched between their bodies has your temperature rising quickly. Haechan pressing flat against your backside. Licking the top of your back, tongue languidly dragging up and down your spine. Renjun pulls your thigh forward onto his shoulder, you tense up reluctant to relax your body weight against him.

Haechan slaps your hip again, firm hand landing on your ass after. “Stop acting innocent, where’s that whore that begged for cock in front of all of us huh?” He hisses against your ear, hips thrusting forward against your lower half with emphasis.

Pathetic whimpers fall from your lips, body slumping as you release control, giving in. Renjun’s eyes shine bright below you, cheeks bunched up with eagerness. His jaw stretching open, mouth enveloping your mound. Hot tongue forcing between your wet folds. Loud sounds of wetness burning at the tips of your ears.

“That’s more like it, dirty slut” Haechan lets out a laugh, teeth digging into the crevice of your neck. “You gonna let me fuck this ass?” Fingers reach between you, tips circling around your clenching up hole. Gasping in surprise, instinctively rolling forward against Renjun’s mouth.

“Fuck..” your eyes squeeze shut, biting down a moan. Tongue finding it’s way to your entrance, moans shivering up your core.

“Ride his tongue baby, he loves that shit” Haechan slaps your ass again. Finger prodding at your backside. Mouth marking up your neck with endless licks, sucking and biting over every expanse of flesh. Haechan thrusts forward, Renjun’s tongue gliding inside with a firm wiggle. He doesn’t stop thrusting, finger running up and down between your cheeks. Face growing hotter as you speed up, neck dropping back against Haechan’s shoulder.

“Feel good? Come on, tell him how it feels.” He hisses meanly into the back of your ear, teeth nibbling.

“Yes! Oh fuck, yes yes” eyes dropping open, the ceiling spinning above succumbing to the pleasure. Renjun knows what he’s doing, hands squeezing around your thighs. Tongue relentlessly working away inside of you. The combination from Haechan’s torment and Renjun’s stimulation too much. Haechans fingers not giving your ass a break, hole fluttering against him with each pass.

“Dirty slut..” he mutters, reaching around you. Hand sliding down your stomach. Your eyes follow the motions, head dropping forward. Eyes locked on Renjun’s squinted crazed look. Practically fucking down on his mouth. His head moving up and down with each thrust of his tongue inside.

“I’m..o-oh..oh fuck…stop stop!” You squeal out. Still too aware of your surroundings trying to control your vocals. Haechan smirks behind you, hand swiping down. Thumb teasing at your clit.

“Gonna cum?” He presses down on your clit harshly. Roughly circling it, working you from both ends. Your head shakes, waist curling forward in his hold.

“No! I’m… I’m gonna..oh f-fuckk” your face contorting tightly. You grind down on Renjun’s tongue, legs shaking around him. Body jumping forward, squirting out past his tongue. He groans beneath you, eyes falling shut in ecstasy. Continuing to work away, licking all over your drenched folds. Heavy sounds of slurping mixing in with your panted drawn out moans.

Foot steps sound around as they reach closer, stepping into the hallway. Bottoms of feet pattering down on the wooden floor approaching. Moans and a tongue swirling in your ear much louder. Distracting you from hearing any warning. A displeased huff of shock paired with a deep voice breaking your thoughts— “Are you two fucking serious right now?”

ps- they are so going to get caught🤓

pps- 💙love you all💙

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lightsovermonaco · 3 years

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His Good Sweater: Chapter 10

Masterlist

Shoutout to my bestie @acollectionofficsandshit for all the drunk comments she made while betaing this one... Wish you guys could see them lol

Word Count: 4.8k

Recommended song: “Amnesia" by 5SOS

Pierre paces in his dinky trailer at the Circuit of the Americas and desperately tries to forget you exist. He had already taken down the pictures on the wall but the images were burned into his brain. He had shoved your shirt under his bed, having absolutely no idea how it had made its way halfway around the world to taunt him.

He was slowly unraveling like a spool of thread on a loom as you wove him irrevocably into the tapestry of your life.

The race in Austin started in less than two hours and you hadn't texted him. Not once in the handful of years he'd known you had you neglected to wish him luck before a race, even if it was 2 am your time or you had exams, you always took thirty seconds to warn him to be safe and finish well.

He was beginning to think you hated him for how he'd acted at the gala last weekend, jealous and possessive from afar. Talking to you would have been the better choice. But seeing you laugh and dance the night away had hurt too much. He’d slipped out early after Victoria assured him she could find a ride and sped home to fall apart.

He had only barely managed to piece himself together in time for the race.

Pierre checks his phone for the third time in as many minutes and swears under his breath. He didn't know why he expected it to ring and for your face to pop up at this point. Even if you called to tear into him, he'd still fall to his knees at the sound of your voice. He just wanted to hear you speak, didn't care what was said, only that he could latch onto your words and lose himself in them.

Hope sparks when his phone chimes but he nearly throws it across the trailer when he sees Charles' name.

Heard from her yet?

No. At this point I'm beginning to think I never will again.

Maybe she fell asleep early?

It's 5 pm in London. I'll bet you she's eating a bowl of takeout from the Chinese place down the street, not sleeping.

Its still possible. Don't dwell on it. This isn't the headspace you wanna be in before a race. Block it out. I don't wanna see my best friend wind up hurt today.

Pierre didn't reply, if only because Charles was right. Worrying would get him nowhere. After his shitty qualifying yesterday, he started thirteenth on the grid so he had his work cut out for him. Austin offered plenty of opportunity for overtakes; he could get the job done if his team made the right calls.

And if he made it to the podium, you would have to text him.

The thin mattress groans when he sits to unlace his hastily tied race boots. He folds his legs to sit criss cross and places his palms on his knees. The familiar pose already has some of the tension leaving his shoulders as his eyes slide shut. He breathes in for ten seconds, reflecting on what ails him. He holds the breath for five seconds before releasing it slowly.

He repeats the process until he comes to terms with the fact that you won't be wishing him luck. That was your choice; there was nothing he could do about it and therefore no sense reading into it. He had done all he could to convince you to trust him. The ball was in your court; he had to be patient and wait for you to take a shot.

“Focus,” he murmurs to himself, forcing any erroneous thoughts from his head. “Walk through the track.”

The circuit at Austin was challenging, consisting of a mix of 20 sweeping corners and scattered hairpins. He was almost lucky in a way to be starting so far back on the grid because turn one was only a few hundred meters from pole and their tires would be slightly colder and less grippy upon arrival than his would be. The few extra seconds afforded to him by starting thirteenth could mean the opportunity to leap frog past his rivals in the first corner.

The counterclockwise circuit meant he would have to keep an eye on his front left tire too, as it would wear faster than the others. He'd change gears an average of 66 times per lap, higher than similar length tracks like Monaco. Pit stops cost an average of nineteen seconds, meaning he would need to build a significant gap to the driver chasing him in order to avoid the threat of any undercuts.

There were too many variables occupying space in his mind to afford you a sliver of it.

Some time later he decides that his four leaf clover tucked safely in the worn leather of his wallet will provide all the luck he needs and switches on his pre race playlist after popping in his ear buds.

"Sights on the podium," he murmurs to himself, hand on the doorknob. "Let's race."

The bass flows through him as his feet carry him to the Alpha Tauri garage on autopilot, through the back entrance and to his plain white driver room. The familiar beats are a numbing salve spread on his frayed nerves, his anticipation rising like a crimson wave in his veins. He leaves his clothes in a haphazard heap in the corner and changes into the white fireproofs hanging nearby, thoughts momentarily veering to you knocking on the door and stripping them right back off.

Shaking his head to clear his mind, he runs through his usual stretch sets until Pyry arrives to walk him through reflex exercises.

"How's your head?" Pyry asks, running him through more cool down stretches. "Do we need to take a minute and do some meditation?"

"Beat you to it," Pierre grunts out, pushing back against the hand on his head to work his neck. "I'm good."

"You sound better than you have all week, I'll give you that. Keep that focus, use it to propel yourself forward."

"Run me through the lineup again," Pierre requests, "I need something else to think about."

Because if he let his mind follow the path it wanted to, it would inevitably lead to you and undo the work he had done to avoid that. He needed to be empty of anything that wasn't racing, anything else was an unnecessary distraction that had the potential to end in disaster.

Pyry rattles off the grid in order of who Pierre needs to overtake, pausing between each name to give him time to recall their driving styles and potential chinks in their armor to exploit. He knew from tapes of previous years that Stroll often ran wide into turn one, giving Pierre the option to brake late and sweep up the inside. Vettel was half convinced the track was cursed, so his mind would work against him enough that Pierre could exploit it and get past at some point. He continued until he got to Hamilton and Max locking out the front row, where he would need a bit of luck to overtake.

"You got it?" Pyry asks, stepping back.

Pierre rolls his shoulders and nods.

"Get shit done mate," Pyry says and bumps fists with his driver. He slips out to allow Pierre a moment to center himself before slipping into his race suit, leaving it half unzipped and tying it around his waist before following his trainer.

Pyry leads the way to where the matte navy and white car waits, mechanics swarming it like studious worker bees tending to their queen. No one talks to him save his engineer because words from anyone else threaten to break his carefully constructed race mentality. If they wanted him to bring home points, they knew to leave him alone once he was suited up.

His mind is blank of anything but statistics as he twists his ear buds in and pulls on his balaclava and helmet. As his vision narrows to the sliver of track he can see through his visor, so does his focus. With forty minutes to lights out, he's directed out onto the track. He rips the wheel to the right as he exits the garage, getting a decent powerslide for his efforts.

There was no doubt in his mind that he would land on the podium, if only to see the look on your face when he did.

**********

It took an unfathomable amount of restraint to keep yourself from calling Pierre to wish him luck.

You texted Max instead, wishing him a safe and comfortable podium a half hour before lights out. He hadn't responded, likely already in the garage with his trainer going through his pre race routine.

The pace Max had set the day before had awarded him pole position and the margin between him and Hamilton had been enough that you were confident in his ability to hold off the Mercedes for all fifty six laps.

If you were honest with yourself, you were disappointed that the Alpha Tauri you so desperately tried to ignore would be starting in thirteenth. You try not to think about it, instead queueing up SkySports and opening your laptop for pre race coverage. You avoid the interviews in favor of listening to the commentators analyze the grid.

"It should be an easy win for Max as long as he fends off Hamilton until the first round of pit stops. The undercut works well here, as Red Bull proved last year, and I'm sure they plan on doing the same thing this year."

You hum in agreement, gingerly sipping your steaming tea. You really ought to consider a career as a sportscaster at this point based on how often you came to the same conclusions they did.

"I think one of the biggest shakeups is Russell starting all the way up in eleventh after his amazing qualifying for Williams yesterday. Think he can hold onto that position?"

"He's got some fierce competition not far behind in the form of Alpha Tauri. Gasly starts thirteenth- surprisingly far back on the grid given the otherwise flawless performance he's shown this year. But it seems likely that he should be able to overtake-"

You flick the tv on mute, unable to stomach listening to them sing his praises. You numb your mind with social media until the Formula 1 theme plays on your laptop, alerting you that there's a few minutes until race start. Tire blankets are peeled off and the drivers weave their way through the formation lap with the exception of Kimi who takes his traditional straight line approach to warm up his supersoft tires.

Most of the front runners are on ultrasofts, indicating a two stop strategy. It was Pirelli's recommended approach, and you were glad that Horner heeded their advice for once and let Max use the ultras in Q2. It would give Max the upper hand over Hamilton who starts on the yellow sidewall tire and thus slightly slower lap times.

Crofty and Brundle break down the notable turns as the cars line up on the grid, pointing out the sharp hairpin only a few hundred meters from pole position. If Max got away clean, he would be ahead of the cramped pack and have an even better edge over the silver arrows who would be forced to queue behind him.

The traditional "lights out and away we go" kicks off the grand prix, engines roaring into the first turn. Max does manage to get away clean and is awarded with an immediate advantage. Turn one proves tragic for the Alfa Romeo of Raikonnen and the Asthon Martin of Stroll who collide and cause Kimi to spin. They rejoin at the back of the pack, your eyes snagging on the navy and white of an Alpha Tauri as it streams past.

Your heart spins in a similar fashion when the GAS driver tag leaps up two places in the timing table, suddenly in eleventh due to the incident. Your gaze snaps to the laptop humming on your legs before you remember its Max's driver cam you queued up. The Dutchman is silent as his engineer relays information about the incident and informs him of the widening gap between those chasing him.

“Confirm received,” Gianpiero says calmly. No matter the situation or how heated Max got, he always kept his head. It was what made the duo such a good match and had likely kept Max from going off the rails on more than one occasion.

“Yeah,” Max says shortly, clearly pissed about how quickly Hamilton was approaching. “Let me know when I’ve got enough charge to get out of range.”

“Yep, will do. Just keep this pace and you’ll hold him at bay.”

Live coverage replays the incident between Stroll and Raikonnen from the view of onboard with Pierre. The instant the 10 on the halo appears in the center of your screen you suck in a breath. He yanks the wheel to avoid colliding with Ocon, who had to do the same to keep from hitting his teammate as they navigate through the carnage.

You chew on your lip and try to refocus on the battle between the front runners. Not much is happening in the midfield for the next thirty or so laps and Max just barely manages to build a solid enough gap between himself and Hamilton to dive into the pits comfortably without losing places.

Your phone rings and you answer it without checking who it was as the only person you wouldn't answer was currently occupied.

"Hello?"

"Why the fuck didn't they pit Daniel?!"

You grin, noting the blistering beginning on his front left tire as SkySports switches to his onboard camera. "Because he's about to pass Charles," you tell Dan's girlfriend. She didn't call you often during races. It was likely that she knew you were nearing your wits end and this was her way of offering support.

"He won't be able to with those tires- oh." She breaks off when Daniel passes a DRS detection zone and his rear wing opens, allowing him to pass the Monegasque with ease.

"Told you," you say with a touch of reprimand. "You're always too nervous about those things. Daniel knows how to drive, just trust him to get the job done and he'll bring home another trophy for your apartment."

"I don't live here," she points out and you roll your eyes. She had lived in London as long as you had known her, but she was almost always at Daniel's apartment whether he was in town or not. Daniel digs in as the camera follows him for a lap, highlighting the widening gap between the McLaren and the Ferrari.

"You basically do. At this point, you're paying rent for a dusty one bedroom apartment on the east side that you set foot in maybe once a month." She scoffs but you push on, "a waste of sterling if you ask me, when you're at Daniel's every time I ask you to do anything."

"You act like I never- there goes Pierre!"

His name sparks dread in your gut as your attention flicks back to the screen in time to see him overtake Bottas on the inside of turn one. He'd managed to claw up to fifth with the move, somehow gaining places while you weren't looking.

"Good for him," you croak, trying your best to be genuinely happy for him. He was pushing the car to the limit and you'd be amazed if he didn't wind up on the podium along with Dan and Max. Charles and Hamilton were the only ones in his way, and something told you Charles wouldn’t put up much of a fight when his mate reached his gearbox. Hamilton would prove a challenge but he had been making tiny mistakes all day. Nothing significant, though enough to add up to him barely holding onto second while Daniel rode his gearbox.

"He's got ten laps to get past those two," she murmurs as if momentarily forgetting you were on the phone.

"Can we talk about literally anything else please?" You whisper, half tempted to shut off the race completely.

"Babe, you have to face the music at some point. Either you never want to see him again or you love him, which is it?"

She never failed to be anything but brutally honest. You appreciate it because everyone else let you brush off your problems, but she called you on your bullshit. She would needle you about it until you folded.

"I think it's better for both of us if I pretend we never met, don't you?"

"Easier for you, yes," she agrees. "But it'll kill Pierre. You don't think you could keep in touch with him, just as friends?"

"I don't know if I can handle that. I can barely look at him without wanting to bawl my eyes out."

She sighs, pausing to contemplate what to say. Voice soft, she continues, "Why don't you just take him back? Clearly it's ruining both of you. Are you really gonna let the press wreck the best you ever had? I know its hard but-"

"I'm not like you," you cut in. "I can't just ignore the articles and the comments and pretend there aren't people out there that hate me for being with him. They came to my house, disrupted my family. Hell, Ben can't even go to school without being mobbed by his classmates demanding answers. If my suffering is what allows my family to go about their lives then so be it."

"If that's what you wanna believe."

You sigh, tangling your fingers in the hem of your shirt. "It is."

"Alright," she says, voice teetering on a knife's edge. "I know better than to try to change your mind when you're like this. He's on the podium by the way. Oh, and watch what you say to Max- Pierre will read into it."

She hangs up without a goodbye, leaving you to deal with the realization that the podium is indeed VER RIC GAS on your own. Your eyes are glued to the Red Bull and McLaren drivers, blatantly ignoring the one in the white suit as the anthems play and the champagne is sprayed, turning away to busy yourself with making coffee when Daniel hands his liquid filled race boot to third place.

You weren't quite sure how you were supposed to watch what you said to Max- there was no reason to in your mind. Max was your next closest friend on the grid and you had every right to congratulate him if you wanted to.

Resolute in your decision, you text Max and Daniel a quick congratulations before shutting off the TV and closing your laptop.

Max's insane custom ringtone he'd selected for himself nearly makes you jump out of your skin when it blares from your phone.

"Hey great race-"

"Did you see it? I wasn't sure if you'd watch it- did you see my move on Hamilton when he tried to get past me?" He was talking a mile a minute like he was still out on track. "I was like- and then Dan tried to overtake me on the final lap and I was like no way! And then-"

"Max," you chime in, dragging out the 'a' with a sing-song voice. "You're rambling."

"Oh right. Yeah but I made it! Led every lap and finished with another win."

"That's great." You force as much enthusiasm in the words as possible, trying to match his chaotic energy. "You did great. I know it probably doesn't mean much, but I'm proud to be your friend. You beat a world champ!"

"It means a lot-"

"Who's that?"

You stiffen at the familiar cadence. You had assumed Max was back in the garage when he called, but he must have still been in the podium room. You could picture him in his race suit, smudges of grease and dirt staining the pristine white. Beads of sweat probably ran down his neck, begging to be brushed away by your tongue.

"Uh, no one," Max says in a lame attempt to cover up his digression. "I gotta go," he whispers to you.

"Let me talk-"

"Wait don't," you start, but the call ends abruptly and you blink. You stare down at your phone, completely dumbfounded. Of course his instinct would be to talk to you, to share the euphoria of a podium with you. It was the first victory in three years he wouldn't have you to celebrate with.

It was only a matter of time until his resolve popped like the cork on his champagne.

**********

Pierre's phone is in his hand as soon as Max hangs up. He hefts his trophy in the other, a wild grin on his sweaty face as he snaps a picture. He makes sure he's the only one in the frame, shamelessly wanting himself to be the center of your attention.

"Mate," Daniel pipes up, catching his eye, "you think that's a good idea?"

Pierre sighs, cutting the Australian a glare. "I'm just trying to fill her in."

"Wasn't your plan to give her space?"

"It's been a week, isn't that long enough?"

"Take it from me, sometimes it takes months for someone to figure things out. Hell, you know how long it took me to sort through my feelings for-"

"I know," Pierre cuts in. "I know. I just- a snap can't hurt can it? C'mon, I just got a podium! If it goes bad I can blame it on the post race jitters."

Daniel holds up his hands and shrugs. "You're a grown man. Do what you want."

Pierre studies the photo, scrutinizing the way his hair was plastered to his head and the awkward way he'd posed to keep anyone but himself out of the frame. It's his genuine smile that he knows will do you in, and ultimately the reason he sends it.

His phone is a lead weight clutched in his grip as he winds through the paddock, constantly stopped by vips and team members congratulating him. None of what anyone says registers, he just tries his best to match their mood and sputter praises about his team's contributions to his podium.

The snap you finally send back is only from the eyes up, but it's enough. He's surrounded by people in his driver room, but for ten seconds it might as well have just been him staring at a sliver of your face on a screen.

The tiny lines at the corners of your shining eyes tell him you're smiling, which is a step in the right direction even if you won't let him see your entire face. It's enough to reignite the hope that slumbered in his chest while waiting for you to pull the trigger and make a move.

He sends back a video of the people in the room, who cheer when they realize they're being filmed. 'Wish you were here,' is what he captions it and sends it without giving himself a chance to overthink.

Ten minutes pass with no reply.

The beer he’s already consumed have given him a pleasant buzz as well as an excuse to make a bad decision or two. He takes another video of the room to post to his Instagram story, 'Missing you' written in the lower left corner.

Fuck, he hopes you'll see it and regret leaving him on read. Instead all he gets is a text from Charles chastising him for stirring up drama.

Really Pierre?

Blame it on the alcohol, he texts back.

I know you aren’t drunk. You can’t form a coherent sentence when you are.

Guess i gotta drink more then

Pierre doesn’t turn anyone bearing alcohol away. He's two celebratory shots deep when Daniel finds him sulking in a corner. "You've got my girl texting me freaking out over your story. I've seen it and I gotta agree with her. Was that really necessary?"

"She left me on read," Pierre says like that was enough explanation. His head was spinning and it was getting hard to keep the room upright. "And it's the truth. I miss her like hell. I want her here. She was supposed to come, you know? I was gonna have her fly in with me on the jet. She doesn't start class again until June. I had this whole week planned out. I was gonna show her Texas- she’s from New York and..."

He trails off when he notes Dan’s pitying smile. Daniel sighs and runs a hand through his curls. "I know. I get it, okay? I know it's hard but you can't force it. You've gotta let her come back on her own, all you're doing now is pushing her away."

He was fucking clueless when it came to these things. He'd had you for a few precious moments and now that he'd lost you he didn't know how to act. His mind was running on hazy autopilot; he barely knew which way was up, let alone did he trust himself to make any sort of important decision.

He stares down at the shot he'd been handed at some point before throwing it back. The cheap whiskey burns his throat but he barely registers the sting. "Should I take it down?"

"She already saw it," Daniel says gently, as if he anticipates how bad the fuck up will hurt. And it does. It hits him like a tire wall at two hundred kph, knowing that you were probably ranting or crying on the phone with Daniel’s girlfriend. "But yeah, that's probably best. People are already wondering what happened between you two, no need to throw fuel on the fire."

"You're probably right-" Pierre cuts off when Charles arrives with a grimace on his face. He shakes his head and gives his friend’s shoulder a squeeze.

"For once I'm not the dumb one."

"You're a dick, you know that right?" Daniel says, allowing Pierre to delete the post. It takes him a few tries before he gets it down, but undeniably rumors will be circulating in the morning if they weren’t already.

"Honestly what were you thinking?" Charles demands, edging towards full blown yelling. "I told you to leave her be. The gossip stemming from this isn’t gonna help.”

The last thing he needed was someone else telling him how stupid his decision had been. At least Daniel had the decency to show sympathy.

"Honestly?" Pierre responds with the same intensity, his anger flaring. "Honestly, Charles, I was thinking that she was happy for me but was too afraid to take the leap. She haunts me. Every second I’m awake I have to force myself away from her. Even when I’m asleep I can’t get away from her. So I don’t know, maybe I wanted to haunt her too."

“This isn’t the way you win her back and you know it.”

“I know!” Pierre throws up his hands. “But what else am I supposed to do? She won’t talk to me. She has no problem talking to Max or Daniel but apparently she draws the line at me.”

“You know it’s not-” Daniel's eyes flick to his phone and he fights back a grin. All it does is remind Pierre that he lost the person that could bring that sort of smile to his own face. "Fellas I wish I could stay and help but I gotta get going. Charles, I think Pierre needs another drink." He slaps five American dollars in the Monegasque's hand. "First one is on me."

Pierre is too deep in a spiral to care when his friend drags him from the party to a bar just south of the circuit. Somehow it was within walking distance; the floor was sticky and the lighting was for shit but he didn't care.

Pierre's focus was on downing shot after shot, erasing the broken image of you his mind had conjured up. He never should have posted the story. It only served to feed into what the media had been speculating for the past week and dredged up more tension between you.

Pierre stops checking his phone two shots later. The liquor provides a wet blanket over his senses, dousing him in cold water and scrambling his brain. He could barely remember his own name, but yours still lived in the corner of his mind.

Even drunk, he refused to forget you.

Two hours and who knows how much alcohol later, Charles helps Pierre back to his hotel room.

Pierre falls asleep as soon as he hits the mattress, head too blurry to dredge up memories of you.

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A Moth to a Flame - Chapter Three

Plumes of thick smoke billowed above the guard tower, blotting out the dusk sky with an ugly, brown smog. Burning red embers danced and flickered in the air, a single stray spark singeing Sasha’s right cheek.

Two girls stood, a dirt clod’s throw apart from each other. They stared each other down. The squeaky toy and Grime were already engaging in a battle of their own, leaving the two former friends alone on that tower. It did little to make the tension any less palpable.

Anne held her sword firmly in both hands, and the rage-filled scowl etched on her face made it clear she was itching for an excuse to ream the blade through her ex bestie’s chest cavity. The sheer hatred boiling inside her veins could not be overstated. Sasha, however, was a different story. She remained cool and kept both open palms raised, a sign of her peaceful intentions. Already a hard sell considering less than an hour ago, she’d ordered her flunkies to lock her and her family up in the dungeon after using and backstabbing her for the fifteen thousandth time.

She knew perfectly well what was at stake here. She knew the consequences not for them, but for this entire world if she failed. Convincing Anne to believe her now was going to be an uphill battle and the rematch she’d spent months prior fantasising about now seemed inevitable.

The irony surrounding both those things was not lost on her.

“Anne, I need you to listen to me!” she shouted over the hot gusts of wind whipping her face. “There’s something wrong with this Andrias guy! We should—”

Anne was having absolutely none of it. “You expect me to believe you?!” she asked her incredulously. “After all the lying and manipulating you’ve done?!” Sliding the sword back into its sheath, she turned her back on her in disgust. “Sorry, Sasha, but you’re out of chances.”

Why didn’t she take a photo? This would’ve been so much easier if she’d just thought to take a stupid photo! Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Or maybe if she’d given Anne any reason to trust her.

The gates were now drawing close to slamming completely shut as Anne resumed pushing the lever. If Sasha squandered any more precious time, their fast-approaching army would be locked outside the city. She felt her twin swords weigh heavily on her hips; the tips of fingers twitched.

Whelp, in for a penny, in for a pound. She took a deep breath.

“I think Marcy’s in on it.”

“Yeah yeah!” scoffed Anne. “Blah blah bla—what?”

It was a hail mary that paid off. Anne froze in place and glared back at Sasha as if she’d caught her in the act of stomping on Domino’s tail.

“What... what did you say?” she asked, her voice fittingly ice-cold.

“Anne, look... I get it, okay?” Sasha gutsily stepped forward, closing the gap between them. They still had a glimmer of hope in ending this without a fight, so she knew she had to cobble her thoughts together and choose her next words carefully. “You don’t trust me a-and I don’t blame you, but I swear I’m telling you the truth. Grime and I found these—these weird pictures hidden in the throne room. They... one of them was showing the king with the music box. Th-then there was also something about Marcy’s family, I... I don’t know exactly what it all means...”

Amazing how they’d spent the past months going on wild adventures, escaping dozens of near-death experiences with the many monsters infesting the place, yet this was the one thing she struggled to make sound plausible. Of all the times for that natural charisma and confidence to falter. The way Anne was looking at her like she’d sprouted a third arm out her forehead told her it was going about as well as expected.

“All I know is we shouldn’t be giving either of them the Box. Not right now.” She finally lowered her hands back to her sides, adding, “Just come back to the throne room with me and I promise I’ll show you everything.”

A silence fell over the guard tower, punctuated only by the th-thunk of hundreds of armoured boots rising in the distance.

Now the ball was back in Anne’s court. She’d been rendered speechless by everything she’d been told. All she could do was stare the other girl square in the eyes. Dumbstruck.

Relief washed over Sasha as the tension appeared to simmer down, to the point she felt confident enough to move in closer, stopping when they were only feet apart. Tentatively, she reached out and brushed her fingers against her friend’s knuckles.

“Anne. Please.”

This snapped Anne out of her stupor. Reacting as if she’d been touched by something filthy, she broke her hand away from hers. Her expression turned on a dime from bewilderment to one of unadulterated hatred.

“... how dare you.”

Instead of withdrawing herself, Anne shoved Sasha away so violently it nearly sent her off her feet.

“I cannot believe I almost fell for that again! I mean, wow! Seriously, Sasha?! You’re gonna try and save your skin by throwing Marcy under the bus?! HOW DARE YOU!!”

Another jab to the breastplate silenced Sasha before she could respond. Anne was advancing on her dangerously, every step she took forcing her to back up. The only other instance she’d legit felt intimidated by her was back when she’d stood up to her at Toad Tower and even then, a secret part of Sasha was also impressed.

Now she’d touched upon what was already a frayed, raw nerve and it was scary.

“Let me tell ya something, Sash!” yelled Anne. A third strike nearly caught Sasha in the throat. “Marcy’s been more of a friend to me than you ever have! Marcy hasn’t lied to me! She hasn’t pushed me around! And she definitely hasn’t tried to kill my family! Unlike YOU!” She gripped the hilt of her sword, the menace in her eyes daring her to give her a reason. “She’s not only a real friend, she’s my best friend! And so help me, if you ever talk about her like that again, I will personally stick this thing right in your—”

The sounds of stomping boots and clattering armour had grown so loud they became impossible to ignore. Anne looked to her left to witness the sea of helmeted toads congregating outside the city walls.

How could she have let herself get distracted? They were coming. They were practically here.

“You were right; I am better off without you.” She hissed at her with so much venom it practically poured over her lips. “We both are.”

With that parting diss, Anne sprinted back to the lever. She had a job to do and she’d wasted way too much time and oxygen on this cretin already.

Sasha was left standing there stricken, feet glued to the floor. Anne might as well have slapped her across the face to achieve the same effect.

A determined scowl of her own soon spread across her features. You can’t say she hadn’t tried.

She drew the twin swords from her belt and assumed her dueling position.

“Anne, I can’t let you close that gate!”

“Oh yeah...?”

Anne roared, leaping through the air, sword unsheathed and aimed at Sasha’s head.

“JUST TRY TO STOP ME!”

Any swordsman worth their salt should know better than to leave themselves exposed like Anne just did. Sasha had a clear open to cut her in two instead of blocking her strike with both swords if she had so chosen.

To Anne’s credit, she wasn’t nearly as foolhardy as she had been when she first arrived in Amphibia. Right now, however, as they flew around the tower and did battle with the ferocity of dueling birds of prey, Sasha could plainly see it was Anne’s anger guiding her sword.

Anne was hostile, her moves unpredictable. Toad Tower didn’t have nothin’ on this. She wasn’t an exceptionally skilled fighter, neither of them realistically could be when you consider they’d both only first taken up the sword months ago. Still, there was underlying talent between them, and in Anne’s case, hers was currently being amplified by a seemingly bottomless well of passionate fury, which encouraged every last nerve to screw her courage to the sticking place.

She was actively going for the kill.

Narrowly dodging a plunge from her sword and, holding both her own in one hand, Sasha reached the other between Anne’s arms to grip her by the shoulder.

“Anne, stop this!” she begged through gritted teeth. “Marcy—”

“SHUT YOUR LYING MOUTH!!”

Anne freed herself by kicking Sasha in the chest with her socked foot. The collision of her unprotected sole against the metal breastplate hurt like all get out, but she wasn’t going to allow a trivial thing like pain stop her from taking a fatal swing at her opponent’s golden head.

Cat-like reflexes were what saved Sasha from getting scalped. If there was any hope in her mind that Anne couldn still be reasoned with, it was surely dashed now.

None of the paths leading out of this graceful dance of death were great. Simply keeping up her defenses and waging a war of attrition until Anne’s wild attacks inevitably tired her out wasn’t going to work. Whatever it was fueling Anne’s rampage, she didn’t look to be running out of it any time soon. Every parry, thrust and dodge drained a little bit more of Sasha’s stamina. She couldn’t keep this up for much longer.

Frog knows she couldn’t rely on those toads to drag their warty butts through the stinking gate already!

Unless she was able to disarm Anne and fast, the only other option was to meet her viciousness in kind with expectedly grime results. Her training with Grime had taught her that every sword fight was already a potential life or death situation, regardless if you lacked the intent to harm, but however much they’d literally been at each other’s throats, Sasha was not prepared to have Anne’s blood on her hands.

An idea hit just as she arched her back away from a swing that easily could’ve taken her head off. Muscle tissue developed over years of cheerleader practice kicked into gear and in those vital seconds, Sasha flawlessly pulled off a handstand and kicked the sword out of Anne’s hand. The blade plummeted to the city streets below.

That should have been the end of it. With her opponent disarmed, Sasha felt the adrenaline rush sustaining her crash. Her lungs were on fire. Pink and Green suddenly felt ten times heavier in her damp palms. She truly couldn’t have gone on a moment longer.

Unfortunately, Anne was nowhere near spent. In an act of near superman-levels of varsity athleticism, slid behind Sasha, grabbed the hem of her cape and jumped over her head.

Before Sasha was able to register what in the ever-lovin’ Frog just happened, Anne had already tied the cape over her eyes. She barely even had a chance to flail like a dizzy ballerina when Anne’s fist smashed her in the face!

It was a blow powerful enough to send her spinning across the tower. She landed flat on her face, not an ounce of strength left in her muscles to pick herself back up. It was miraculous she didn’t black out then and there.

All that happened around her next was a mad din of noise. She made out the slam of what must have been Anne finally closing the gate. Then someone somewhere sounded a horn, followed by a voice she dreaded to hear more than anything else.

“Royal Newt Guard! Assemble!”

Oh Frog! They’d already freed the king! Anne must’ve sent the rest of her frog family or worse, Marcy to free him from his cell. She’d been so focused on stopping Anne, she didn’t even factor in what the others were doing.

Anne’s smug tone reached her ears, “End of the line, Sash.”

Sasha crawled up to the ledge on her belly. She tore the cape off her head, scattering it to the wind.

What she saw only confirmed her worst fears. Sprig standing atop a knocked out Grime on the roof below. Newt guards were rounding up her soldiers left and right; the tadpole’s giant robot was holding a bunch of them in its mechanical arms.

Then she saw her, a perky smile plastered on her face, shooting a ‘mission accomplished’ thumbs up at Anne.

“Oh no.”

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