#OKAY I had to force myself to stop because I was just adding more and more outfits

[misspoetree]

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FAVOURITE OUTFIT(S) (at least a few of them)

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Eating habits*

pairing: theo x fem!reader (preferred house)

genre: fluff x smut

tw: body dysmorphia, eating disorder, swearing, sex, my english

word cunt: 1656

summary: theo notices that you aren’t eating lately, wearing oversized clothes and being sad, so he decides to go to your dorm after the curfew

a/n: so i decided to write this little oneshot to comfort myself about my body. i hope you’ll gonna enjoy it. tysm @sunkissedscribbles for the help<3

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dividers by @adornedwithlight

Today at dinner Theo only has eyes for you, what you don’t notice. He sees that you’re just playing with your chicken and mashed potatoes. After a while you stand up, wish goodnight to everyone then go back to your dorm. You quickly take a shower, but stop in front of the mirror, checking yourself out. You’re squeezing your belly, thighs, and arm thinking how fat still you are. After a sigh, you put on your pyjamas - an oversized t-shirt and panties. You curl up under the blanket, waiting to fall asleep.

But, someone starts knocking on the door. Without your permission, they enter the room.

“Y/N? Are you awake?” you immediately recognize the voice and turn to him.

“I am, but what are you doing here?” you look at the clock. “Theo it’s almost midnight,” you shake your head in disbelief. He shuts the door behind him and sits down on your bed, next to you.

“Why didn’t you eat at dinner? You’ve only been eating at lunch, I noticed it. What’s the matter?” he asks gently, looking into your eyes. The only light in the room is the moon peeping through the window, which is perfectly enough to see his worried expression.

“Everything’s okay. No need to worry,” you force a smile onto your lips.

“Y/N, I’m not stupid! It’s obvious, that something has been off lately. Tell me, Y/N! Please!” he almost begs.

“It’s… Nothing, really,” you pull the blanket up to cover your legs and stomach.

“For Merlin’s sake,” he puts a hand on your face, caressing it with his thumb. “You’re my best friend, you can tell me anything cara mia,” this fucking nickname again. He can’t imagine how you feel when he calls you this. As your heart is beating more rapidly, his touch sends shivers down your spine.

You have had a crush on him since fifth year. You always see him with prettier and prettier girls and hear about who he had shagged. With time you became more insecure about your body and started skipping breakfast first and, lately dinner too. You lost some weight, but not enough for your liking. You feel like you’re not enough for him or for anyone else. You have always been the fat, funny friend, who’s unloveable and who no one wants - at least you thought you were - you can’t imagine how your best friend can be insecure with that skinny and muscular body she has, but you understand how she feels. But still… The question is on your mind every moment - why? She’s smart and gorgeous, the boys are head over heels for her. She can play the acoustic and the electric guitar, the piano, she can paint, she writes poems and songs. You want to be like her, but you just can’t. Your body doesn’t let you.

“I hate looking in the mirror but I can't stop doing it,” you say quietly, avoiding eye contact. “I feel like a cow with my fat stomach, thighs and arms. My double chin is not adding beauty to the picture either,” you shut your eyes, breathing heavily. “I feel unloveable, I’m not enough. I’m not enough for you, for our friends,” tears start running down your cheeks.

“Cara mia, you’re beautiful. The most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen in my life,” he wipes your tears away, holding your face in his hands. “And what do you mean by 'you’re not enough for me, and for our friends'?”

“Feels like they look at me differently because I’m not…” he patiently waits for you to continue “I’m not skinny. I’m not muscular either, just fat and maybe funny?” you whisper and finally you look into his eyes.

Theo’s eyes are full of tears and as he closes them, tears are running down his cheeks too. Just like on yours.

“Y/N… I’ve never thought you were feeling like this. But what did you mean by not being enough for me?” he caresses your face.

“You are always with gorgeous girls, shagging them and… I just know I never gonna be like them. I won’t be someone who you are going to like, to want, to love,” you whisper the last few words.

“Y-you love me?” he asks, gobsmacked.

“I love you, Theo. For more than a year now,” you take a deep breath.

“Y/N, first; those girls can never compare to you in my eyes, second; you are the most beautiful, gorgeous girl inside and outside I’ve ever seen, and third; I love you too, cara mia,” he kisses your forehead. You just sit there with your jaw dropped and he can see the surprise in your eyes. “Ah and before I forget, every time I see you, my pants are too tight for me,” a half smile appears on his lips.

Without thinking, you grab the back of his neck and press your lips to his. His lips are so sweet and soft. Your tongues are crashing, then dancing in sync with each other passionately. Theo’s hands push the blanket off you, then start roaming all over your body, slipping under your t-shirt and touching you with pure desire and lust. As his hand approach your breast, immediately clip your nipple between his thumb and index fingers. You moan into the kiss, and Theo has already taken off his shirt and unzipped his pants.

“You aren't wearing underwear, amore. I know you were waiting for me,” he whispers in your ear, kissing and sucking your soft skin from your neck to your collarbone.

Theo takes off your t-shirt and a groan escapes from his mouth as he’s admiring your body. You try to cover your chest with your arms, but he pins both of your hands against your head. He leans onto your nipple and bites it gently, kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin of yours. You’re moaning, panting and you feel like some kind of instrument. He's playing on you, and you give him the sounds he wants to hear.

“You’re so perfect, Y/N. I love hearing your voice, I want to make you scream my name. And you will,” he grins and starts going lower, giving kisses every centimetre of your stomach, then he finally arrives between your thighs. “I would like to die between your legs, I would let you choke me with your thighs while my face is buried in your pussy. I would die with happiness,” he murmurs while licking your inner thighs.

You’re shaking as he disappears between your legs and when you first feel his warm tongue teasing your clit, the air stuck in your lungs then comes out with a loud moan. You grab his hair and push his face more into your pussy. Without any warning, two fingers join his tongue and you feel like you’re in heaven.

“Theo!” you almost scream his name as he pushes you closer to the edge.

“Not yet, amore,” he smiles and pulls his fingers out of you. You groan in disappointment. “Look how impatient you are,” he smirks, reaches out for his jeans to take out a condom from his pocket, and gets rid of his pants.

Your lips part in shock as you look at his ‘little’ friend. Man, his dick is big.

“The rumours are true as I see,” you blush and check him out.

“All yours,” he rolls the condom on his penis and positions himself between your legs. “Fuck, I forgot to ask, are you a virgin?” his eyes darken when you don't answer, he hides his face in your neck. “I’m going to be slow and gentle… at first,” he groans as he slowly enters.

You feel the pressure, the pain but he kisses your lips, neck and breasts to make you feel better. When you get used to his size, you lift your hips, to give him permission. He slowly starts moving and you moan when he picks up the pace. The sounds of your bodies connecting give you two euphoria.

“For Merlin’s sake, you’re so perfect, so tight, so hot,” he pants on your lips and kisses you deeply and slowly, and he slows down too. “I want to make love with you, cara mia. We can fuck whenever we want,” he whispers with a smirk and kisses your forehead. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Theo,” the orgasm starts to build in your body and you’re clawing his back.

“Me too, amore. I’m close too,” he whispers and gently bites your neck. You only need him to thrust into you one last time and the orgasm hits you from nowhere, while you’re moaning his name. He groans your name too while your bodies are shaking in the intense pleasure. He rolls off you and quickly throws away the used condom.

“Come here,” he pulls you close to himself and you lean your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“I hope you did it because you love me and not because you’re sorry for me,” you swallow while anxiety climbs up to your throat.

“Cara mia, I love you. If I have to tell you every day, I will. You deserve nothing less than the maximum,” he caresses your hair and gives a kiss into it. “You’re incredible, the perfect woman is next to me. I hope you'll never leave me,” he says quietly, not breaking the intimate moment.

“I love you, Theo. And I'd never do so,” You sigh and snuggle to him, covering yourselves with your blanket. “Sleep with me, please,” you ask him.

“I didn't plan to leave anytime soon,” he chuckles and starts tracing circles on your arm with his finger.

You sigh with relief and his closeness, his smell and the heat coming from his body make you fall asleep faster than you thought.

“Sweet dreams, cara mia,” that’s the last thing you hear before you pass out in his arms.

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[nycbaby21]

"So what if I was?"

prompt: “Aww. If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were worried about me. + “So what if I was?” 

word count:2,139

warnings: blood, maybe two cuss words

“C’mon it’ll be fun y/n,” Liana begged me. “I’ll get on my hands and knees,” she added going down when I grabbed her shoulders and stopped her. “No it’s okay no need for all of that,” I laugh,” I’ll go. Just because I love you.” Everyone laughed and grabbed their skates and headed for the door. That was the thing about when Mat came back home for a visit, he was never alone. Someone always came with him, whether that be a girl or one of his teammates. Luckily for me this time it was the latter.

“Okay so how are we gonna do this,” Tito asked sitting down lacing up his skates. As I sat beside him on the bench right next to the frozen lake, I began to tie my own skates up. “Obvisouly the two of you can’t be on a team that’s unfair,” my best friend pointed out to her brother and his friend. “So it’s a lose-lose situation,” Mat groans stepping onto the oce. “What do you mean by that,” i snap back already sick of the constant attitude he had since he came home three days ago.

“Oh c’mon. You’re a smart girl, or is that just a front so you can go off and party your way through college,” Mat smirks throwing yet another dig my direction. We didn’t always have such a draining relationship. Once upon a time I considered Mat a friend, not just because I was best friends with his sister but we were friends. Something changed and as sad as it was to realize him stepping away and being cold towards me just made me realize something I had tried to push away for so long. I had feelings for Mat and everytime he has a smart remark or a comment about me it breaks my heart just a little more.

“Some of us actually care about an education rather than trying to get by on our pretty looks,” I quip back stepping onto the ice and doing a small turn. “You think I’m pretty,” he smirekd my way and I wanted nothing more than to swipe that smug look off of his gorgeous face. “How about you and Beau goof around while we skate for a bit,” Lia suggested. I knew that she missed her brother and playing hockey with him. I took and deep breath and then let it out. “No Li you play around with them for a little. I’m a big girl I’ll be fine skating by myself,” i smile at her and watch her face brighten. “Are you sure,” she asked and when I nodded she launched forward pulling us both down as she hugged me.

After some time I was growing bored so the same small circles so I started to do some spins and tricks, remembering some of the small details from ice skating lessons years ago. As I did a jump and turn I didn’t stick it and fell on my butt. Sighing I get up and dust off the ice. “Wow that was just sad,” I hear Mat shout from across the lake. I flip him off and try the jump again this time going harder. I landed it perfectly but with just a little too much force and the hit started to crack. I froze not knowing what to do. My eyes snapped up to meet the other three. They could all sense something wrong and they were a distance away. Mat slowly skated my way, Tito and Lia behind him. He was the closest to me so he would het there first. 

“Hey look at me okay.”You’re gonna be fine,” his voice was calming and I nodded shifting my weight and hearing the crack get louder. I look down and start to wobble. “Hey no, look at me okay? You can’t look down,” I met his eyes and didn’t break my focus on them. He carefully made his way closer to me and surveyed his surrounding looking for the best way to get me out of this mess. He didn’t have anytime to think because the ice gave way. I tensed up waiting for the freezing lake water to surround me but the only thing i felt was a warm body colliding with mine and us both falling onto the ground a few feet away from the hole in the ice. 

“Shit,” Mat hissed out and I looked up feeling a dull ache in my head from moving ti too fast. I realized that my forehead made contact with his nose on the way down and it was know bleeding. “Oh my gosh. Mat I am so so sorry. Are you okay,” I ask pulling some tissue from my pocket and applying pressure to his nose to stop the bleeding.

“Aw. If I didn’t know any better I’d say that you were worried about me,” he says forcing a laugh. I roll my eyes and hold the napkin onto his nose to try and stop the bleeding. I look down at him scanning his face for any other injuries, finally meeting his brown eyes. His forehead crinkles and he takes in my scared expression.

“So what if I was,” I whisper scared if I spoke any louder he would laugh at me or run for the hills. His hand came up and held the wrist of the arm helping stop his nose bleeding. He pulls my arm away from his face and goes to open his mouth when we are interrupted. “Oh my gosh Mat are you okay,” Tito asked rushing towards us quickly taking my place and observing Mat. 

I step back and notice a group has gathered around us checking on the hockey player. As I move to make my way back to the house, I turn around and notice Mat’s eyes still on me. I feel a hand on my forearm and run to see Liana standing next to me. She gave me a sad smile. “Let’s get you out of these wet clothes and into something warmer okay,” she says sweetly leading me inside. 

“How long,” her voice breaks me out of my trance and I snap my head towards her. “What,” I was shivering, not sure if it was from the cold or her question. “C’mon y/n. We’ve been best friends forever, I know you better than anyone else. And you know me better than anyone else right,” she asked waiting for me to respond. I nodded my head and pulled a sweatshirt over my head. I joined her on the couch and she tossed her blanket over to cover us both.

“So I know when you are upset and more so when you are hiding something,” her eyes give me a once over and I sigh knowing she is right. “A little over a year now,” I respond turning my head and not making eye contact. Of course, I knew what she was asking. She wasn’t dumb by any means and she was my best friend of course she could read my emotions better than anyone else. “You’ve liked my brother for that long now and never said anything,” she asked pity creeping its way onto her face. “Yep. It’s sad I know,” I sniffle fighting back the tears threatening to spill. I feel her presence and then arms wrapping around me. 

“Oh, sweetie no. It is nowhere near sad,” she reassures me, hands running up and down my arms comforting me. “It is though. He has never seen me that way and he never will. Especially now that he is on the Islanders. He could have any model he wanted. Why would he pick me,” I cry finally letting all of the emotions I have had stored up for the past year out. “ No model holds a candle to you, babe. You are the most compassionate, generous, and understanding person I know. You have always had this glow around you and make anyone feel so seen and understood. Plus you are like smoking hot,” she says making me stop crying and laugh. “Thanks, Li,” I snort laughing and she joins in.

When everyone finally made their way back inside Mama Barzal helped Mat get settled in bed and finished up dinner. We all sat around the table and ate our soup trying to warm ourselves up from the exciting outdoor hockey game we held. Slowly one by one everyone finished and started to head to the living room for game night. I stayed behind to help clean up. “Hey, sweet girl. Would you mind taking this up to Mat? I need to finish this up and you don’t have to help me clean,” she smiles over at me, knowing I can’t say no to the woman who became like another mom to me many years ago. 

“Of course I will,” I smile trying to hide the panic in my voice. I grabbed a bowl of the soup and put it on the bed tray along with a spoon. I carefully made my way upstairs and to his door. As I tried to steady my breathing and calm my shaking hands the door opened. “Oh shit y/n/n, I didn’t see you there,” Tito laughed moving over to the side and opening the door wider for me to come in. I slowly made my way into the room. I hadn’t seen the inside of Mat’s room since Li and I were like 17 sneaking out of his window because it was easier than using hers.

My eyes landed on the bed and then on Mat. His nose was bruised but the bleeding had stopped. He lay there in bed black compression shirt on under the covers. “Your mom asked me to bring you this,” I say quietly putting the tray on the bedside table and turning to walk out of the room. He reaches out and grabs my hand pulling me backwards and to him. “I’m gonna go see if Mama B needs any help,” Tito says excusing himself. Mat laughed,” Real subtle buddy.” My eyes drift down toward our connected hands. “Will you sit please,” he asked his voice shaking.

“Are you okay,” I ask sitting near the edge of the bed never once pulling my hand from his. “Physically yeah. My nose isn’t broken or anything just bruised up pretty good. Mentally not so much,” he sighs looking down at our hands, his thumb rubbing circles on mine. “Why aren’t you okay mentally,” I ask finding his eyes with my own. “Because I am an idiot. All of these years I never noticed. The one thing I was trying to find was here the whole time,” his voice wavers and he pulls his bottom lip in between his teeth, a nervous habit he and his sister share. 

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” I say breaking eye contact and letting my eyes drift around the room until they land on a small picture frame on his dresser. It was of the two of us and Liana after his draft. “You wanna know why I kept that one,” he asked. I turn to look at him and nod. “Because no matter how hard I tried to hate the picture I couldn’t, because you were in it. You with that beautiful smile and those sweet eyes looking at me. I had the biggest crush on you growing up. I guess I just always hoped you felt the same way,” he said his brown eyes scanning my face for any kind of discomfort. “What,” I whisper wondering if I had heard him right.

“You have always been in my life, not always by my choice but you were there. Every good or bad memory you were there. And when I moved out and to the city I didn’t see you as much. So I got upset thinking you were only ever there because of Lia. I don’t know what I was thinking honestly. So whenever you came with them to visit or I came home I was an ass to you because I hurt my own feelings thinking something more.” After his long speech, I couldn’t help but lean forward and capture his lips with mine. It was a sweet short kiss and then when I pulled back he rushed forward grabbing my cheeks and bringing me back into him. I shifted forward and went to run my hands through his hair when he hissed and pulled away in pain.

“Oh my god Mat I am so sorry. I completely forgot about your nose,” I rush out grabbing his face and moving it all different angles to see if I caused any further damage. “So worth it,” he smiled leaning forward and connecting our lips again. 

[cheynovak]

Complicated

Characters: Soldier boy x Y/N Female character     

Summary: Y/N, a young personal assistant to Soldier Boy (Ben) and Crimson Countess, is caught in a whirlwind of events that shatter her sense of stability. After accidentally witnessing an intimate moment between Ben, Crimson, and another woman, she’s left shaken and unsure how to process it. The following day, Crimson casually invites her to join them, which only adds to Y/N's confusion.

Warnings: 18+ drugs, mentioning herogasm, mentioning casual hook ups, ...

English is not my first language 

*Please do not copy my work, reblog/comments/likes are appreciated* 

part 3/?

Crimson had left during the night. I heard the door click shut softly behind her, but the quiet didn’t last long. Ben followed her out, and I could hear their hushed voices from down the hall. They were arguing, though they were trying to keep it low. I strained to catch the words, my heart pounding in my chest as I listened.

“This wasn’t the promise,” Crimson hissed, her voice sharp and accusing.

Ben’s response was quieter, but I could still make out his words. “She needed more than you to enjoy it,” he said, his tone dismissive, as if it were obvious.

I lay there, pretending to sleep, every muscle tense. When I heard Ben come back, I kept my breathing slow and steady, not wanting to face him—or the reality of what had happened. He didn’t try to hold me, didn’t even touch me. I didn’t expect him to. After all, that wasn’t what this had been about, was it?

In the morning, I slipped out before he woke up, sneaking through the penthouse as quietly as I could. My clothes were wrinkled, my hair a mess, but I didn’t care. I just needed to get out of there. I rushed to the restroom on my work floor, splashing cold water on my face, trying to fix my hair, make up and clothes from the day before. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and the memories of the night before hit me all at once.

I felt dirty.

The morning dragged on, and I tried to focus on work, but every now and then, flashes of last night crept into my thoughts—Ben’s hands on me, Crimson’s touch, the way it all made me feel both powerful and ashamed at the same time. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had crossed a line I couldn’t come back from.

During a meeting later that morning, I noticed Ben glancing at me. His eyes lingered, and I could feel the heat of his gaze, but I refused to meet it. I ignored him, forcing myself to stay focused on the discussion around me, even as my mind kept drifting back to the night before.

After the meeting, Ben showed up at my office. He leaned against the doorframe, his gaze fixed on me, and for a moment, I felt the tension in the room settle into something more dangerous.

"Hey," he said casually, stepping in. "You okay?"

I brushed it off, barely meeting his eyes. "Yeah, I'm fine," I replied, focusing on some papers that suddenly seemed so important.

He walked further in, his footsteps slow, deliberate. "You left pretty early this morning."

"I had work to do," I said quickly, which wasn’t entirely a lie. But I knew he wasn’t buying it.

Ben studied me for a moment, then added, "You know, it’s clear we shouldn’t talk about what happened last night." His voice was calm, but there was an unspoken warning beneath the surface.

I nodded, feeling a surge of fear rise up. I didn’t want to talk about it, didn’t want to relive any of it, especially with him. When he noticed how uncomfortable I was, he turned away, but that only made my nerves worse. The fear clawed at me, and before I could stop myself, the words slipped out.

"I’m not going to get fired, am I?"

He laughed—an easy, almost amused sound—and turned to face me again. "No. Why would you think that?"

"Because I don’t want to do that again," I blurted out, my voice quieter than I intended. There was no way to hide the unease in my tone.

Ben shrugged, his expression unchanged. "I figured."

He leaned back slightly, arms crossing over his chest. "Are you and Countess okay?" I asked, the question slipping out before I could reconsider. The argument from the night before still echoed in my head, and it gnawed at me.

"Why wouldn’t we be?" he replied, his eyes narrowing.

"I, uh, heard you two fighting last night," I admitted, my voice hesitant.

He stopped, his eyes flicking toward the door before he closed it with a soft click. The air in the room shifted as he walked over to my desk, sitting down on the edge, towering over me as I stayed frozen in my chair.

"She and I have an agreement," he said, voice low but steady. "She doesn’t want me messing around… so we invite people to join us. To keep things... fun" He paused, watching my reaction carefully. "But what we did last night… that wasn’t something I’m supposed to do. She doesn’t want me ... Well let's just say I can watch and play a little, but not go all the way. Oh and definitely no kissing."

"But you did it anyway?" I couldn’t help but ask, the words coming out faster than I intended.

Ben leaned closer, his expression unbothered, almost smug. "You liked me better" he said, his tone free of shame, as if what we did was just another casual affair.

I didn’t know how to respond. There was no judgment in his voice, no hesitation. He was utterly unapologetic, and in that moment, I realized how different this world was—the one I’d been drawn into without fully understanding it.

The problem was, I didn’t know if I could ever go back.

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The next few days blurred together, a haze of work and exhaustion. My mind was constantly on edge as I searched for a new apartment, but no matter how many listings I called, nothing worked out. I even tried to use Vought as a reference, hoping my steady job might convince someone to take me on, but it seemed like I was out of luck.

I ended up staying at work, picking up a few clothes and necessities from the apartment I had shared with Kevin, not ready to face him again. Nights were spent on the couch in my office, the quiet halls of Vought my only refuge. It wasn’t ideal, but it was better than going back to a place that reminded me of betrayal.

Today, I was late to lunch again. I liked it that way, sitting alone in the cafeteria with no one around to ask questions. The quiet gave me time to think—or at least try to. But before I could fully sink into the comfort of solitude, Ben dropped into the seat beside me.

He had been gone for a week on a mission, and to be honest, I didn’t miss him. Or, at least, I told myself I didn’t miss the awkwardness I felt whenever he was around.

"Hey," he said casually, his voice breaking the silence.

I glanced at him, trying not to show how uncomfortable I still felt around him. "Hey," I muttered, looking back down at my food.

"Some agency from an immobilian company called Vought," he started, his voice calm but curious. "They asked for a reference."

My face turned bright red. He knew.

I sighed, unable to avoid the truth any longer. "Yeah, I… I’ve been looking for a place to stay." I kept my eyes on my plate, feeling embarrassed. "I’ve been sleeping in my office."

Ben didn’t say anything at first, just stared at me, clearly weighing his next move. When I finally glanced up, he had a look on his face I couldn’t quite read. I half expected him to tease me, maybe make some offhand comment, but instead, he just watched me carefully, his usual cockiness tempered.

"You’re staying at Vought?" he asked, not quite surprised, but more intrigued.

I nodded. "Yeah. Haven’t had any luck finding a place yet." I let out a small laugh, but it sounded bitter even to my own ears. "It’s not like I have a lot of options."

Ben leaned back in his chair, arms crossing over his chest as he considered this. "You should’ve told me," he said after a moment, his tone less teasing and more genuine.

I shrugged. "Didn’t think it was my boss his problem."

"Follow me," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.

I had no choice but to follow him, the weight of the last few days pressing down on me. We walked out of Vought’s building, and Ben told the driver where to go before slipping into the backseat beside me. I didn’t ask questions, just sat there in silence as we drove through the city. After what felt like an eternity, we pulled up to a tall, gleaming building in the heart of town.

We took the elevator all the way to the top floor, my mind racing as I tried to figure out what was happening. When the doors slid open, Ben stepped out first and unlocked the door with a key. I followed, stepping into what could only be described as a massive, luxury penthouse. The space was enormous—floor-to-ceiling windows, sleek furniture, and a view that stretched out over the city below.

I stood there, turning in a full circle to take it all in. It was like something out of a movie, and I felt completely out of place. As I turned back to Ben, he threw something at me. I caught it instinctively—a key.

Confusion hit me like a wave.

"Until you find something," he said, his tone casual, as if this was no big deal. "You can stay here."

"Oh, no, I couldn’t take this," I stammered, holding the key out like it burned in my hand.

But Ben didn’t stop. He walked toward me slowly, his tall frame cutting an intimidating figure as he closed the distance between us. His green eyes had darkened, the intensity of his gaze making my breath catch in my throat.

His hand reached up, fingers brushing against my cheek in a way that sent a shiver down my spine. "Just… let me be your company when you need it," he murmured, his voice low and filled with promise.

I knew exactly what he meant. My heart pounded in my chest, and I could barely find my voice. "But… Crimson?" I stammered, the words barely making it out.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against mine, just enough to send sparks through me. "Our secret," he whispered, his voice dripping with seduction.

For a moment, everything hung in the balance. My mind screamed at me to pull away, but my body, traitorous as it was, stayed rooted in place. I could feel the weight of his offer, the unspoken promise that came with it.

I nodded, feeling as though I must have been under some kind of spell. The rational part of me screamed that I would never agree to something like this—never—but the reality I had once clung to felt so distant now. Maybe I had been too nice, too good, too naive to see what the world was really like.

And who better to teach me than Soldier Boy?

His lips hovered just above mine, tantalizingly close, but never quite touching. It felt like a test, a slow burn of control and temptation. My heart hammered in my chest, the air between us charged with an intensity I hadn’t known before.

“You'll have no other men… or women, in here without my permission.” he said softly, his voice a low growl that seemed to wrap around me.

I swallowed hard and agreed, nodding again. “No one at work or in the world can know what we do here.”

"I promise" I whispered, sealing the agreement with the weight of my words.

He smiled then, a dangerous curve of his lips that sent a chill down my spine. Ben had me in the palm of his hand, and I had willingly given myself over. There was no going back now.

My hand instinctively moved to the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair—it was softer than I expected. The sensation sent a surge of heat through me, a dangerous thrill that made me feel even more out of control. I leaned in closer, my voice barely a whisper as I asked, "Any other rules?"

His eyes darkened, the playful glint fading into something more dangerous, more serious. "Don’t start something you can’t finish," he warned, his voice low and laced with challenge.

Before I could process his words, he bit down on my lower lip, the sharpness making me gasp, the shock of it electrifying. But just as quickly, he soothed the bite with a kiss—hot, insistent, and unapologetically claiming. The tension between us snapped, and my body fell against his as though drawn by a magnet, completely giving in to the pull.

Every part of me ached with want, with the need to forget everything that came before this moment. Ben's kiss was rough, possessive, and I matched his intensity, letting him guide me into the unknown.

He pulled back, his eyes still locked on mine as if measuring how far I was willing to go. "Do you have anything to add?" he asked, his voice quieter now, almost thoughtful.

I took a breath, my heart still racing from everything that had just happened. "I don’t like to share," I said, my voice firmer than I expected.

His brow lifted, a hint of amusement playing at the corners of his mouth. "Well…" he started, clearly ready to argue, but I cut him off before he could go any further.

"Crimson is your girl, and I don’t need to know how many other girls you give penthouses to." The words came out sharper than I intended, but I held his gaze. His smirk widened, but I pushed on. "But I just… I don’t want to share like we did before. Or need to hear what you did with anyone else, whoever they are."

He paused for a moment, his smirk softening as he considered what I’d said. Finally, he gave me a slow nod, his eyes never leaving mine. "Noted."

It felt like a small victory, but I knew deep down, dealing with Ben wouldn’t be as simple as that. Still, for now, he had agreed. And maybe that was enough.

"Now," I whispered, pulling him closer again, feeling the heat between us flare up. "Show me the bedroom?"

Without hesitation, he grinned, then lifted me effortlessly over his shoulder like I weighed nothing. I let out a surprised laugh, the world spinning as he carried me across the penthouse with the same confidence he carried everything else. And that was how all of this started.

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It’s been 10 months now, and I still stay at the penthouse. What started as a temporary fix had become something else entirely. Ben came to visit more and more, each time teaching me new things—things I never imagined doing with Kevin, things I never even knew were possible. He was like a storm I couldn’t resist, sweeping me up in his intensity.

It felt good, so good that whenever Ben was around, I didn’t think about Kevin at all. Ben was like a constant distraction, keeping me in this world where everything else faded away. It was different, dangerous, but it numbed the ache that still lingered from the betrayal I hadn’t fully processed.

Every time Ben touched me, every time we crossed another line, I found myself slipping further into this new reality, one where I wasn’t the same person anymore. And the strangest part? I wasn’t sure I wanted to go back.

We sat on the couch, our naked bodies tangled together in a comfortable warmth. The room was filled with a soft haze, the remnants of our earlier passion lingering in the air. Ben leaned back, taking a deep drag from a blunt before passing it to me.

"I won't be here tomorrow," he said, the casual tone in his voice contrasting sharply with the weight of his words.

"Why not?" I asked, presuming it was just another mission.

But he stayed quiet, and my curiosity piqued. I looked up at him, eyebrows furrowing. "What?" I pressed again, needing an answer.

"Herogasm," he finally muttered, the word hanging between us like a dark cloud.

"Ah," was all I managed to say, the reality of his words sinking in. The infamous event was notorious in the world of Supes—an extravagant, chaotic affair that involved a lot more than just drinks and socializing. I felt a mix of emotions swirl in my chest: curiosity, apprehension, and a hint of something else.

I searched his eyes for reassurance. I didn’t want to think about the wildness that would ensue, the potential dangers lurking around every corner.

He nodded slowly, but there was a seriousness in his gaze that made my heart race. "You could join, or... take care of yourself while I'm gone," he replied, his voice steady.

I took a drag from the blunt he had passed me, letting the smoke fill my lungs, trying to calm the rising anxiety. "You know I don’t like to share," I reminded him, the words coming out softer than I intended.

"I know, you won't have to, there are a lot of, you know, other men..." he said, his expression softening as he brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. I looked at him, brows frowning "Your right...." he whispered. "Never mind, I'll take care of you later on, I promise."

And with that, I was left with the uneasy feeling that this wasn’t just a simple goodbye. Filled with an emotion I never though he would give me...

Jealousy.

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[lockes-woods]

Kinktober '24 Day 2

Request: I got one. Shanks x shy afab reader Public sex, creampie, foreplay all that jazz and whatever else you think would be good

WARNING: Warning: exhibition, creampie, annoying/mean Shanks at times, public sex, foreplay, oral (reader receiving)

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“Shanks, stop,” you said, your tone embodying the same voice one would use to scold a dog. You slapped his hand away as he reached over to give your ass a quick squeeze, your face felt like it was on fire from embarrassment. 52 minutes. It hadn’t even been an hour since you had met at the café in town. For at least 45 of those minutes, he’s been touching you in some way; his hand glued to your body.

“I’m sorry baby, you just look so good,” he said, playing with the excess ribbon that hung from the bow tying your corset together at your bust. He twirled the ribbon around his finger, knowing that a quick tug at the right angle would untie the bow and leave him with easy access to your body. You gave him a warning look. Outside of the fact that dresses aren’t the most practical option on a ship, you never wore them because it made getting access to you way too easy for Shanks. It was just too dangerous, especially with how his impulse control was when you were involved. He crowded you against a brick wall in between shops; the streets for the most part deserted. Venders had just begun to set up in the promenade you two had been walking around.

“Can I have a kiss?” he asked, smirking down at you. Despite everything you’ve been through he almost always asked for permission. Being the sole object of his focus would never not fluster you, but today you tried to stay strong.

“Shanks we were just together last night til early this morning.” You pointed out, hoping it may satiate him, but knowing nothing outside of you would.

“But tressure, I had to leave our room before I was done with you,” he started, “Plus you’re never as loud on the ship as you are when we stay somewhere else.”

“S-Shanks,” you tried to argue as his right hand tilted your chin up to force eye contact, “Fuck,” you whined as he started to stroke your cheek affectionately. You took a deep breath to attempt to center yourself before responding.

“But I can’t even remember how many times we were together last night, plus you only had to leave for the ship, an hour before our check-out time.” You tried to rationalize before adding one final comment, “I’m starting to get sore,”

“Just one kiss, tressure” he promised, “then I’ll keep my hand to myself unit we’re back in our quarters.”

“O-okay,” you responded both answering him and reassuring yourself at the same time. The smirk never left his face as you pressed up on your toes to be taller as he leaned down to meet you halfway. A moan immediately ripped out of you as he bit your lip, not enough to break the skin but, just enough to surprise you. He immediately pressed his tongue into your mouth, pinning you more firmly against the wall. You couldn’t help but whine as he deepened the kiss, totally powerless to his strength, height, and build. You were stuck under his ministration as your head became more and more clouded with lust. Your eyes snapped open when you felt something press up against your stomach. You didn’t even have to look down to confirm your suspicions. You gently pressed your hand against Shanks’ chest, he let out a disappointed groan as he pulled back, resting his forehead against yours.

“Shanks,” you whined as he gently grinded against you.

“Yes, my love?” he asked a look of faux innocence masking the smirk that was normally plastered on his face.

“Fuck,” you whined. You could feel yourself begin to get desperate, even though he had been inside of you less than three hours prior. It didn’t matter how often you would be together; you had begun to assimilate to his appetite. You could feel yourself getting wet, despite already being sore from his love and attention the day before.

“You said, just a kiss,” you replied, trying to ignore his advances and stay strong.

“It was just a kiss baby,” he said, mask beginning to slip, “I’ll wait til we get back to our quarters before I’ll have you again.”

“B-but,” you tried to start, but couldn’t continue because of your embarrassment.

“What is it baby?” he said, smiling slowly morphing into a smirk.

“You’re hard,” you finally relented, looking up into his eyes.

“Oh, I can wait baby. That is unless you don’t want your well-known captain walking around boner.” He said, falling back into his mischievous look; mask now gone.

“I-I” you tried to start, now truly feeling lost in the sea of embarrassment. You couldn’t help being shy, in the same way Shanks couldn’t help being a mischievous bastard.

“You?” he prompted, allowing you time to collect your thoughts.

“I can-do you want help?” you asked, looking down at his bulge. He gently tipped your chin up.

“You know I’ll always take what ever my sweet treasure has to offers,” He started, “Don’t you love?” You nod in response, rolling your bottom lip between your teeth. You took one last deep breath before replying.

“Where-where would we go?” You just managed to get out. The streets had just begun to fill with early birds.

“Trust me?” Shanks asked,

“Always,” you reply in a heartbeat. He gave your forehead one last peck before looking down at you with a genuine smile. He lightly took his hand in yours after he had adjusted himself to the best of his ability. He led you down an alley in the direction of the marina. You had managed to get closer than you would have thought, stopping within a freight center; where goods were being traded, stored, and bought. There were crates surrounding you both. The piles that had two or more creates fully hid Shanks from view which wasn’t a small feat. You knew you were close to the docks as you smelled the seawater misting at the other end of the storage yard. Shanks covered your mouth with his hand preemptively, before pressing you firmly against a crate so that your stomach was touching it.

“I’m going to move my hand now love, try your best to be quiet, don’t want to draw attention to us, do you?” You nodded in response. He had you bent slightly with your hands pressed against the crate for support. You bit your lip to contain a whine as he hiked up your dress, exposing your ruined panties that he promptly slipped off. You widened your stance expecting him to tease your lower lips with his cock, before pushing in for a quicky. You couldn’t hold back the surprised gasp you let out when instead of his cock, you felt his tongue running over the seem of your pussy. You leaned more heavily against the crate in from of you as he ate you out from behind.

Your annoyance at being set up by him dissolved into lust as he began to lap at your clit while simultaneously fingering your tight cunt. You leaned firmly with your dominant arm while you held the palm of your other arm firmly against your mouth. After a minute of Shanks’ effort, you no longer need to worry about you being the reason you got caught. Every slurp, suction, and thrust of his fingers loudly echoed through the yard. The noises only encouraged his movements. As he ate you out with the same vigor he had when you two were alone in your quarters. You were close.

“Captain,” you whined just below your normal speaking volume, “I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop,”

Shanks blatantly ignored your warning; instead doubling down. His fingers sped up as he focused in on sucking on your clit. His only warning of the orgasm before it cut through you was the slight tremble of your legs locking up on either side of his head, keeping him in place. Your moans were thankfully muffled by your hand. You collapsed against the crate in the wake of your orgasm. Hypersensitive to Shanks’ movements as he eased his thick fingers out of your cunt. He let you recover for a moment before he gently pulled you off the crate, before pressing your back into it. Essentially trapping you between him and the create. Your mind was still hazy as you heard the telltale rusting of fabric as Shanks adjusted his clothing to free his cock. He waited until your eyes came back to focus, holding eye contact with his gleaming red eyes.

“Ready, Love?” he asked stroking your cheek.

“Yes,” you answered desperate for his cock. It was days like this that it became unclear who was a bad influence on whom. He kissed you to stifle your moan as he pushed in. He was a bit faster to start, knowing you were already partially stretched out from the events of the night before, and from the orgasm he had just granted you. Your lips stayed connected as he sped up, so overwhelmed with his pulsing cock that he no longer cared who could potentially hear or see you. Well him more than you, as he crowded your image with his body from any potential wandering eyes. He groaned as your pussy grasped him so tight it felt like you were trying to push him out. He only sped up again determined to cum with you.

“Fuck,” he groaned, pulling away from the kiss, resting his forehead against you.

“I’m gonna cum treasure, Fuck,” he started as you buried your face into his neck, “Where do you want me?”

A whine escaped you as he gently tugged you away from his neck momentarily.

“Love,” he prompted.

“I-In me please,” you begged also turning the corner into your own orgasm. You two shared a sloppy kiss as Shanks pulled out one last time before slamming back in as hard as he could, a bruising grip from his hand on your hip. You stayed like that for a moment basking in each other’s presence before the reality of your situation hit you. You immediately pulled back away from his lips, embarrassment rising in your cheeks as you felt hot shame on the back of your neck. You tried to pull your hips, but his grip wouldn’t budge.

“Love, you have to let go, someone’s going to find us”, you whined, anxiety clear in your voice. He let out a delayed nod, only now coming down from his high. He pressed a comforting kiss to your forehead as he eased out of you, letting your skirt fall back to its place slightly below your knees. He pulled back, readjusting himself as he gazed down at you mischievously.

“What did you do?” you asked him, knowing that nothing good ever came from that look.

“If you haven’t noticed yet, it can’t be that big of a deal.” He answered vaguely before taking your hand and exiting the storage yard. You got two steps before you began to feel his release slowly slide down your upper thigh. Your eyes widened in realization.

“S-Shanks give me back my panties,” you said in a low voice.

“What these?” he asked, holding the black underwear in a way only you could see it before he shoved it into his pocket.

“S-Shanks,” you whined, “I'm already starting to leak.”

“Huh, sounds like you better get back to the Red Force. Wouldn’t want anyone to see how much of a slut you are.” He responded with a smirk, letting go of your hand as he walked away from you. Unlike normal he didn’t break pace to accommodate your shorter legs. You felt almost lightheaded from the level of embarrassment you felt as you trailed quickly behind your brat of a captain.

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MASTERLIST

A/N: Hope you enjoyed ^-^ I'm glad I was able to maintain and only go over a little bit. Tomorrow's prompt is a little harder and will most likely be on the longer side. I will have a kinktober master list posted later today. Hope you're all doing well!

-Locke

[nolita-fairytale]

burn your life down | chef luca x fem!reader | chapter five

summary: you and luca finally talk about what happened the night of the ballet -- and finally have a chance to clear the air.

warnings: fluff, eventual smut, eventual angst not use of y/n, conversations about divorce, slow burn, baby, second person pov, swearing, danish inaccuracies, very little connection to the world of the bear.

word count: 3k

a/n: let me know if you'd like to be added or removed from the taglist!

part four | masterlist | part six

You’ve been avoiding his calls all day. 

After Luca bid you goodnight on Thursday, you’d practically sprinted upstairs and into your apartment, slamming the door behind you while wondering what the hell was wrong with you?

You’re too stubborn for your own good, you think to yourself, recalling the moment – the one where you could’ve kissed him but you didn’t – between you and Luca. You stood there, too paralyzed to make a move, yet unable and unwilling to walk away from him. 

Luca had given you space most of yesterday, save for a text later in the evening, but the fact that today is Saturday, the day he almost always comes into the restaurant, is not lost on you. Instead of dealing with it, you’ve been hyper focused all day, choosing to bury your head in work as you run lunch service with Mathilde, more than grateful that business has run at a steady pace today. 

It’s not until you hit a stop, forced to pause after a few hours in between the lunch and dinner rush, reaches a lull. Your brain is suddenly inundated with too many thoughts: was this it? Had you scared him away forever? Did he think you were a total freak considering you’d practically run away from him after he’d said goodnight?

“So are we going to talk about it?” Mathilde presses you, ripping you out of your thoughts with the sound of her voice. You look her way, noticing that her lips pursed in sheer annoyance at your avoidance mechanisms. 

Your face falls, unable to carry this solo for much longer, letting out a sigh of resignation because you know she’s right. 

You can’t run from this – from your feelings, from Luca – forever. 

“Yeah,” you give in. “Yeah, okay.”

“What the hell happened?” Mathilde hisses as she approaches you. “I mean, he’s gorgeous, he’s cultured… he took you out to the ballet, and you like him!”

“I don’t know,” you huff, disappointedly. “I just-, I think I got too caught up in my head. It’s like one minute I was really jazzed at the idea of being on a date, let alone a date with Luca, and the next I’m just… I don’t know… totally psyching myself out and pushing him away.”

“Merde,” she swears in French this time. 

“Fuck,” you sigh, at least releasing a little of the pent up pressure you’ve been holding onto all day. 

“Babe, I know that holding all of this,” she begins, gesturing wildly towards you, “gives you a certain edge in the kitchen… but I can’t imagine it’s good for you.”

You send her another look – one that says ‘fuck off because I know you’re right’ this time. 

“I don’t know what to do, Mathilde,” you confess, your eyes pleading with her for some advice. 

She turns to you, this time with a much more serious expression as she says, “Luca seems like a really great guy. Maybe you should just tell him all of this.” 

You nod slowly as you process. It’s not that you haven’t thought about it – it’s not like it’s a new concept to you – you were married once, after all. But the idea of being vulnerable like that, showing someone new your whole hand feels really scary. You know it’s the thing you need to do; it’s the kindest, most honest option that you have – and you know that Luca deserves just that: kindness, transparency, the truth. 

As you continue to think it over, the only words that come to you are:

“I told him that I wasn’t in love with him anymore – with Joe. When he asked.”

“Luca?”

“Yeah.”

“It wasn’t a lie. Was it?” Mathilde questions you carefully. 

You share your head, growing more and more certain in your answer. 

“No, of course not. It’s not that. My hesitation has never been about Joe. It’s-, it’s about me…” you explain, finding the right words in the moment. “... about my heart.”

Mathilde places a gentle hand on your shoulder as you share a knowing look as she listens.

“What if I do this? I mean, what if I jump… and it’s a horrible mess… and I ruin a good thing with a really great guy because I’m not ready?” you ask, shining a light on your biggest fears. 

She takes a beat, thinking it over, before crossing her arms over her chest, as the two of you stand side by side, leaning up against a stainless steel prep station. 

“Then you do,” she answers, as if it were that simple. “And you figure out the rest. You’re only human after all.” 

You chuckle, playfully rolling your eyes at Mathilde’s not-so-friendly reminder. 

“Here’s an idea,” she starts back up again, catching your attention as you glance sideways to look at her. “What if you jump? And it’s the best thing you’ve ever done? What if it’s worth it?” 

You take a deep breath, letting her words sink in, letting yourself feel the possibility that this could also be the best thing you’ve ever done too. But before you can say anything in response, Jesper comes back into the kitchen, calling for you. 

“Hate to break up the slumber party, ladies, but can I borrow you for a moment, Chef?” he asks, making it clear that he’s talking to you. You and Mathilde exchange glances as Jesper nods through the open kitchen to where Luca waits for you in the dining room. You open your mouth to say something, but instead, you just nod, murmuring a ‘yeah, of course,’ quick to follow Jesper out of the kitchen. 

It’s impeccable timing, really, you think to yourself, that you were just contemplating the possibility that this could be something you could do. 

You could jump, you remind yourself, if you really wanted to. 

“Hi,” you say, barely above a whisper as soon as you see Luca. 

“Hi,” he smiles warmly in return, causing Jesper to look from you to Luca, then back to you again. 

“I’m just gonna-,” he starts, searching for an excuse. 

Only, he doesn’t have one, so Jesper simply excuses himself before disappearing into the kitchen to find a place where he and Mathilde both can pretend to do something when really eavesdropping. 

Jesper’s abrupt and clumsy exit seems some of the palpable tension, earring a laugh from both you and Luca. 

“I thought-,” he begins as you simultaneously say, “I’ve been meaning to call-.”

“Sorry,” he says with an apologetic half smile. 

“No I’m-. You go first,” you encourage, blushing on a little as the two of you clumsily dance around each other. 

Luca takes a breath, reminding himself that it wouldn’t be this weird if there wasn’t something between the two of you – that he hasn’t been imagining this – not even a little bit. 

“I hope that it’s okay. That I’m here,” he finally says, his voice steady and even. 

“I-, of course. Why wouldn’t it be?” you ask him, suddenly insecure about the fact that he felt he needed to ask in the first place. 

“I just-, well I thought ehm, maybe you’d need some space. I didn’t want to ehm, you know… show up here if-, even though it’s Saturday because it is your place and I wouldn’t want-,” Luca tries to explain, stopping and starting again and again. 

“Luca, no I-,” you say, before pausing, swearing to yourself under your breath as you mutter. “Shit. Fuck, I-. Goddamn, you really are fucking perfect.”

“What was that?” Luca asks, only catching the swearing part at the beginning and the ‘fucking perfect’ part at the end. 

“Um…” you trail off, looking around you. 

As you catch Jesper and Mathilde ducking behind a shelf out of the corner of your eye, and a few of your waitstaff hurrying to make it look like they’re busy and not listening in, you realize that you and Luca have managed to earn the attention of some very curious onlookers. 

“Do you want to step outside for a moment?” you ask, gesturing towards the front door. 

“Sure,” he nods, letting you lead him to a spot outside.

You make sure that you're both as out of sight as possible, staying far away from the broad windows that line the front of your restaurant. 

“Hi,” you say again on an exhale.

“Hi,” he says back, simply. 

“I’m glad you came. I know I-... I should’ve called, or- or texted you… after Thursday,” you begin, nervously, eager to own up to the very big part you’ve played in the lack of communication.

“Yes. You should’ve,” he repeats, his eyes catching yours as you nod in confirmation. 

It’s good – that he’s not going to let you off the hook – and while you like it, you like that he has boundaries, you’re disappointed in yourself as you say:

“I’m sorry.”

Luca sighs, shaking his head as he immediately counters with:

“No, I’m sorry. I mean, yes, you should’ve called. Or at least texted. But I should’ve been clear in the first place that Thursday…” he trails off, almost as if he’s mustering up the courage to say what he needs to say. 

“... that Thursday was more to me than our regular excursions. That it was a date. To me at least.”

“Luca-.”

“I wish I would’ve told you – made it clear in the first place – so you knew what you were getting into,” Luca finishes, carefully watching for your reaction. There’s something so honest in the way he goes about this conversation, and you sure as hell feel like you could take the proverbial jump right fucking now. 

“I appreciate that. Really, I do…” you start, before trailing off again. “But I-. This isn’t on you, Luca.”

“How do you mean?” he asks you, his expressive brows knitted together, as if you’d just spoken in tongues. 

Here goes nothing, you think to yourself.

“I-. This has been great. I mean… I really like spending time with you,” you start, anxiously, instantly realizing that it sounds like you’re breaking up with him. “Fuck, I-.” 

You let out a frustrated groan as it seems you’re having an impossible time getting out what you need to get out. You take a breath. And a beat, before continuing. 

“And I’ve really liked this… hanging out, getting to know you… borrowing your books. I-, I just… we’ve got such a good thing going and I really don’t want to fuck this up, you know?”

He sighs your name this time, looking down for a moment as you add:

“I’m-, I’m afraid that… I’m going to fuck this up.”

“Yeah. I know,” he answers, heavily. “I-, I am too.”

“And then Thursday night, things were so, so good, and I-, I panicked and I feel terrible because… you don’t deserve that. You don’t.”

Luca takes a beat as he listens. He’s not sure what exactly that means, but he reminds himself to stay on track, stay the course and make sure that he says what he came here to say to you. 

“It’s alright,” he reassures you, softly, taking a step towards you. “I don’t want you to feel like… like you have to feel a certain way just because I-.”

“No, that’s not it! That’s not-, that’s really not the problem,” you interject as you struggle to explain yourself, unsure of where to even begin. You take a step towards him this time too, your voice softening as you continue. “Luca, I don’t feel obligated to feel… any kind of way just because you-.”

“Because I?” he questions you.

The silence his questions leaves goes on a few beats longer than you expected, and you realize that he’s waiting for you to fill in the blank. 

“Well, I don’t know,” you pause, a shocked look on your face as one of you waits for the other.

“You didn’t-, I never let you finish your sentence so,” you ramble aimlessly, immediately bursting out into a fit of laughter as you realize that neither of you are getting anywhere. 

Luca laughs too, joining in on the much needed reprieve. 

The two of you exchange glances, and one more shared laugh, before settling in once again. 

With a crooked smile spread across his lips, Luca can take a hint, realizing that he may need to take the lead on this one.

The way your name sounds on his lips is so heavenly, so divine, so soft that you know you’ve got it bad, as you scramble for a way to tell him everything that you’ve been feeling. 

“May I?” he asks, in reference to taking the lead. 

“Please.”

“I just came here to tell you… I want to tell you…” he corrects himself, taking a step towards you. 

“... that I really like you. I really like spending time with you. I like that you get me out of the kitchen in search of something different. And I think that your mind, even though incredibly neurotic, is absolutely brilliant. And if what you need is for us to be friends right now, I want that. We can… slow all of this down. All you’ve got to do is talk to me.”

It feels like time fucking stops, and the world goes black and white for a moment, then full color all at once as you hear the words coming out of his mouth. Your revelation comes rushing in, clear as day – that this man cares so deeply for you and that maybe, your heart could be safe with him. Unsure of how to deal with the grace and compassion Luca is showing you, you’re only left with one question, as it falls from your lips like a boulder. 

“How?”

“What?”

“How do you always have the right thing to say…” you ask him, your voice caught in your throat as you finish your question.  “... when I only have the wrong things to say?”

Luca opens his mouth to say something you’ll never hear, as you choose to completely throw caution to the wind. 

Perhaps the question was rhetorical anyways. 

You’re not sure what’s coms over you, but instead of words, you only have actions left, and the only thing that will remedy the situation is to do the thing that you’ve been panicking over doing since Luca showed you into the pastry room at AOC. You charge forward, reaching out for him, and he’s right there with you, meeting you halfway as you eagerly press your lips to his. 

You can feel all the blood in your body rush through you as your lips connect. Your heart flutters. Your head spins. It’s the kind of kiss that people write sonnets about – write love songs about. It’s almost three months of simmering tension, finally allowed to reach its boiling point. You pull away, just for a moment, uttering out a breathless:

“Holy shit.”

Luca laughs with a shake of his head as he agrees with a, “Yeah.”

You exchange a look, and a laugh, before kissing him again. 

And this time the kiss is a hello, it’s a new beginning, it’s a ‘thank god I met you.’

This time, Luca pulls away, reluctantly releasing you as he does. 

“It’s not that I don’t like this,” he begins, using all of his restraint to put this on pause. “I really, really do, but… I’m kind of getting mixed signals here.”

“No, no, I know,” you apologize, turning as you hear your name called, swearing under your breath again as soon as you see Mathilde peeking her head out of the front door. 

“Oh… my God! I am so sorry, I’ll just-, except for we need you to-, she calls after you, stumbling over her words as soon as she realizes what’s going on between you and Luca. 

“Nevermind it can wait!” Jesper exclaims, poking his head out of the front door as well, before dragging Mathilde back into the restaurant.

You and Luca exchange another laugh. 

“They’re… something,” you chuckle, with a shake of your head. 

“Good wingmen,” Luca adds, mirroring your previous exchange with his coworker. 

Returning his focus to you, Luca shakes his head incredulously, considering this is not the way he thought this conversation would go. He grins as he takes you in, but knows that this is time limited. He’d noticed the curious staff of your restaurant that he’s come to know and love doing their best to pretend they weren’t listening in on your conversation earlier. They know exactly what’s going on here, so if they felt the need to interrupt, Luca knows that you’re most likely needed back in the kitchen. 

He shifts his weight in between both of his feet, taking a small step back as he states:

“We’re gonna have to talk about this.”

“Yes,” you agree, your declaration certain.

“But right now you have to go,” Luca continues. 

“Right now I have to go,” you echo as confirmation. “Later. I promise. We’ll talk. Tonight?”

“Yeah ehm. Not to be… presumptuous. But my place is closeby. We could… perhaps talk. Tonight. There?” Luca suggests, trying to downplay the fact that it sounds like he’s asking you to come over for a booty call. 

It’s certainly not his intention, considering he’d just offered to slow things down, but he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about it. 

“Yeah. I’ll text you,” you agree, suddenly nervous again. “When I’m done here. If you’re still up.”

“It’s a date,” Luca agrees, deciding to move in towards you again.

You nod, taking another step towards him so that you can kiss him again. 

“Oh, and Luca?”

He hums in response, his eyes flickering from yours to your lips because he really can’t wait to kiss you again either. . 

“I should be-. I want to be clear,” you begin, deciding to be brave in this moment. 

He raises an eyebrow. 

“I really like you too,” you say, before standing tall on your tiptoes, and pulling him down to you for, this time, a see-you-later kiss. 

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LOVE IS THE MOST TWISTED CURSE OF THEM ALL

PART TWO.

Read part 1 here.

Read part 3 here

Gojo Satoru x Fem! reader.

a/n: I hope you enjoy this part, in the next parts things will get more exciting and heated so stay updated..

warnings: At some point this story will contain SMUT parts.

words count: 1127.

You awoke to a pounding headache, your phone ringing none stop. You had trouble sleeping at night, the house was spacious and it felt really cold and empty.

"Shit, it's already 10 am," you muttered upon realizing the time.

Picking up the phone, you anticipated the caller is your nosy cousin.

"Morning," you greeted, met with her enthusiastic response. "Everything okay? Why'd you call?"

"Come on, spill! Did the curse break?" she asked.

With a sigh, you knew this was none of her fucking business.

"No. You know it takes time, right? It's gradual."

"Ah, how was it, then?" she inquired.

"How was what?" you raised an eyebrow, already prepared for her persistent questioning.

“Having sex with the famous Gojo Satoru?”

Your eyes widened, and your heart raced. Should you lie? He didn't touch you he hadn't even stayed the night.

"G-good," you lied, "Gotta go now," you added, ending the call with a flush on your face.

You'd always fantasized about your first time, picturing a softly lit bedroom, under the touch of your lover, while making love passionately. But, all those dreams shattered the moment you married Satoru. Neither of you had any intention in touching each other.

You stretched out of bed to prepare breakfast "Am I gonna live like this forever?”

•At Jujutsu High•

"Oh, Gojo-sensei! What brings you here?" asked Yuji.

"Huh? Teaching!" Gojo replied, putting his blindfold on.

"But you just got married," Yuji remarked.

Gojo patted Yuji's head and smiled, "Then who's going to teach my precious students if I'm not here?"

"Oh, about that, Principal Yaga said Mei Mei and Utahime-sensei will handle it."

"Hah? No!"

"Bothered, Gojo Satoru?" Mei Mei said in a seductive tone as she approached.

"Shouldn't you be next to your wife? Snuggling?" she teased.

"And let you teach my students? Oh no."

"Utahime, you're here! See, Gojo left his wife all alone in bed just to teach."

"I give it to you, Gojo. You're committed to teaching," joked Utahime.

"Satoru," said Principal Yaga, appearing in the classroom.

"Been on the phone with your wife," he added.

"Huh, why?" questioned Satoru.

"Well, you're a married couple, and teaching will consume all your time. So, she'll start teaching here as well, and both of you can spend time together," he explained.

Satoru froze but maintained a blank, poker face.

"She doesn't even have cursed energy. What do you expect her to teach? Rocket science?"

“Huh he doesn't want his wife here?” whispered Utahime.

“I mean you know both of them were forced into this, bet he didn't even fuck her” said Mei Mei in her usual amused tone.

"I know, but she's skilled in martial arts and weapon use. She'll excel at training your students."

"Did she accept your offer?" Satoru asked through gritted teeth.

"Yeah, she was happy about it. She said she'll be here in an hour."

“So should be we leave, since Gojo is here?” Asked Utahime.

“Leave? hah we've come all the way just to leave” Replied Mei Mei “also it's a great opportunity to meet your wife, Gojo.. and celebrate”

“Celebrate?” asked Megumi.

“Yeah your step mom will start working here, she deserves a good welcoming”

“Quite that Mei Mei, dont make a buzz out of it” said Gojo in an annoyed tone.

“come on, Gojo.. Don't spoil the fun.. don't you think your lovely wife is deserving of a celebration ”

• Time Skip •

Y/n's Pov

It was my first time at Jujutsu High, unlike my siblings, cousins, and now husband. I've always been at home, locked away because my family feared that curses might harm me and I won't be able to defend myself. So, I trained at home, learning martial arts and weapon use as my only means of self-defense.

Now, stepping in as a teacher, life indeed full of surprises.

End Of Pov

As you walked inside, someone snatched you into an empty corner.

"What the hell do you think you're doing y/n?" asked Gojo, placing his giant hand on your mouth.

You pushed it away, frowning "Huh?" you raised an eyebrow.

"You'll go to Principal Yaga now, apologize, and tell him that you changed your mind and rejected his offer."

"And who do you think you are to order me around?" you fought back.

"You have no business here, y/n. You're making this more complicated for both of us."

"So, you expect me to be locked in your house forever? Sleeping, eating, and looking out the window?"

"Yes, but not forever, its until you get rid of that curse, and then we'll divorce."

"You're insane. Get out of my way," you said, walking past him but he grabbed your forearm, pulling you closer, his face a few inches away from yours, you could feel his hot breath.

"You're making a mistake."

"Don't worry. I'm here to teach, not to chased after you" you spat back, freeing yourself and leaving him standing there.

....

..

“SURPRISE” everyone screamed their lungs out the moment you stepped into the school's common room.

New faces, you only recognized Principal Yaga's face since he was invited to your wedding.

“Hello y/n sensei!! I'm Itadori Yuji, This is Fushiguro and this is Kugisaki.. we'll be your students” he said in a cheerful tone, giving you a genuine contagious smile.

You smile back, “nice to meet you Itadori-kun” .

“Y/N” started Mei Mei “Congrats for this post, and congrats for your wedding as well” she smiled giving you a hug.

“we heard a lot about you” added Utahime hugging you as well.

Gojo finally joined you, silently leaning against the door frame, observing as you interacted with his students and collegues.

“GOJO!! this beauty deserves a honey moon, can't believe you. You know teaching can wait” Mocked Mei Mei trying to embarrass you.

“Yeah true, newly wed couples should have other things to do instead of teaching” Teased Utahime, trying to offend both of you.

As he began to speak, you cut him off, "Nah, don't worry about us. We already talked and decided to postpone our honeymoon," you said, smiling, fully aware of their intentions.

Gojo approached, wrapping his strong arms around you. "Yeah, y/n and I did talk things out," he stated, leaning in to whisper in your ear, "I'll let this slip once. Don't get comfortable, acting like a real wife."

"You're the one clinging to me right now by the way" you retorted, prompting him to move away.

"Do you see that, Utahime? Not even a spark of love or respect between them," smirked Mei Mei.

Gojo's Pov

Is that so, y/n? Trying to embarrass me and act like a real wife now. I'll need to put you in your place, and I think Utahime and Mei Mei might be useful this time...another woman will definitely push you away.

End of Pov

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An Offer · part 08

pairing: mob!bucky x reader words: 3,6k warnings: typical mafia (dark themes, language, violence, etc.), a/n: this chapter smells like a soap opera, but i couldn't help myself. i was in a silly goofy mood, please don’t hate me<3

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series summary: When your father dies, the only thing you can do for your family and the empire he built, is to marry a powerful man.

chapter sneak peek: But you and Bucky didn't follow the other guests. You didn't know the detailed layout of the rooms in that house, and the only secluded place you knew was the toilet. You dragged Bucky there almost by force, and apparently expecting an escalation of whatever was on your mind, he allowed you to do so.

“I'm sure you'll look beautiful, sweetheart,” Winnifred cooed. “I can't wait for the final result!” she added on her way to leave the room.

You spent the past few hours in Rebecca's bedroom, because that's where – aside from a large mirror, which rather every bedroom in the Barnes house was equipped with – was a vanity table; a really convenient solution when it came to doing your makeup and hair. 

The upcoming ceremony didn't quite meet the criteria of typical weddings; there were only a few days to organize everything since the pre-agreement was signed. In all the chaos, there was no room to think about the choice of wedding dress or hall; you didn't have time to choose the flowers, the design of the invitations (there weren't even any invitations), the cake or the music. And you didn't particularly regret not having the opportunity to do so. It wasn't a real wedding – it didn't take place because two people who loved each other decided to get married. And since it didn't matter much, you didn't feel the need to care about any of the details.

It was different for Winnifred. She was aware of the same things as you, but that didn't stop her from beaming with excitement. You found this extremely charming; largely because of your own mother. As you left the house this morning she said, This boy will be the death of you.

Rebecca entered the bedroom, which surprised you a little. She had every right to be in a room that belonged to her, but since you had arrived at the Barnes mansion a few hours ago, Rebecca had been avoiding you.

You hesitantly put down your mascara, regretting that you had only just finished doing your eyes. Otherwise, you would have had an excuse not to confront Rebecca in any way.

“My mom is right. You will be a lovely bride,” she said, giving you a weak smile. 

“Thank you.” You returned the friendly gesture, but were able to guess that it looked rather inept.

“Listen…” Rebecca sighed. “I'm sorry for the way I acted at dinner that night. I feel really horrible.”

“That's okay. You just had a bad day, I get it,” you replied. You didn't dare confess that you knew Rebecca's reasons for behaving the way she did. You feared that she would be furious to learn that her own sister had told you about this side of her life. 

Rebecca seemed unsatisfied with your words. “I'm really sorry for what I said. Especially since I can see that you are not some random girl at all.” 

Only after a moment did you realize that her gaze had landed on your engagement ring. Immediately, you felt a hot wave of sickening shame. 

“I'm sorry, I'm not the one who should be wearing it,” you claimed, asserting what you had told Bucky earlier.

“Jamie wouldn't have given it to you if he thought it would end up in the wrong hands.” Rebecca smiled a little more confidently. “He obviously knows what he's doing.”

Yes, you've heard that before.

“Do you need help with your hair?” she proposed. “I swear I'm not going to destroy it in revenge.” 

You laughed quietly. “Yes, please.” Accepting this offer had little to do with politeness or wanting to make Rebecca feel better. Indeed, you needed help.

Rebecca stood behind you, reached for a brush and began to comb your hair. She did this with extreme gentleness. “Are you nervous?”

“A bit,” you answered after a short thought, looking at your reflection. “But considering I'm marrying someone I've only known for a few weeks... That's normal, I guess.” 

“You shouldn’t be. I am not trying to sell you my brother,” she remarked, raising her eyebrows. “But he will take care of you. You should just be careful what you wish for.”

You didn't show in any way that Rebecca's words intrigued you. You guessed that they had to do with Robbie's disappearance, but you chose not to ask. Rebecca was reaching out to you, being even a sweetheart, like the big sister you needed on that day. Destroying it would be a real stupid thing to do, and you weren't going to sabotage the atmosphere around your own wedding.

She did your hair, and although you weren't sure what you actually wanted, Rebecca managed to achieve a satisfying result. When it was time to shed your robe, Connie's absence began to bother you. You needed someone to point out your lace lingerie and crack a few dirty jokes about your wedding night. You weren't counting on Rebecca. Even if she had a slightly different character, the very thought of talking about it with the groom's sister was uncomfortable enough.

You fixed your gaze on the white dress spread out on the bed. Since this wedding wasn't exactly a traditional wedding, you hadn't quite understood why you couldn't have chosen a dress in any other color. And surprisingly, the person who explained to you some of the issues around this subject was Michael. Now you knew that when marrying someone like Bucky Barnes, the right symbolism had to be taken care of – purity and innocence. You had to give the impression of being untouched, waiting for your husband, apart from whom no other man existed. You had to be innocent; to do him no harm, to agree with his opinion, to submit to him. You didn't believe that anyone from the two Families – who were the only guests at this wedding, witnesses to the joining of the two clans for good – cared whether you were a good, silent virgin with no opinion of your own or not. But it was all about appearances. Though, perhaps, the elders of this community actually cared about such details?

After Rebecca had also helped you with your dress, you finally stood in front of a large mirror and looked closely at your reflection. You couldn't make up your mind how you felt about it all; before the wedding, for which you hadn't decided on the slightest thing, in the dress you and Winnifred had bought at the last minute. Staring at yourself like that, you realized that nothing really mattered much to you. You just wanted to get it over with.

Winnifred returned to the bedroom; you first saw her only in the mirror, and when you turned around, you noticed a bouquet in her hands. “I knew you would look beautiful,” she said with delight, her gaze expressing a tenderness you couldn't recall seeing in your own mother. She shook her head as if she had just remembered something. “I have something for you.” She handed you the bouquet of pink carnations and white freesias, tied with a silk ribbon in a pale shade of pink matching the color of the carnations. Somewhat caught off guard, you accepted the flowers. “Jamie just brought it.”

You took a shaky breath. “Oh…”

The ceremony, from start to finish, was to be held on Timothy's property. You didn't understand this aspect either, and Michael didn't clarify it to you, but given the significance of the white dress, you were able to draw your own conclusions – there was no greater, more important sanctity than the Barnes Family, therefore instead of any temple, there was the home of the head of the Family.

When you arrived, nothing had been clear since leaving the car. You weren't even sure if you were actually there – your body definitely, but everything else?

You and Michael stood in front of the entrance to the ballroom.

You weren't wrong about the temple analogy, and were made aware of it now as you saw more or less its interior; filled with chairs and guests sitting on them, it resembled a sanctuary of some kind – even the table at the far end of the room was an altar of sorts. Nevertheless, there was no traditional walking down the aisle; Michael led you down a corridor formed between two sides of the rows of chairs, but only because you needed his help – your veil made it difficult to see and the lengthy material of your dress to move freely.

Walking forward with the not-so-slow step you usually observed in brides, you kept your eyes on the ground. Paralyzed by some sudden fear, jitters, you were unable to focus it on anything else. All this nervousness was making you more and more distant from the reality of the situation.

Completely relying on Michael, you stopped when he stopped. Only then did you dare to lift your gaze, but the degree of transparency of the veil didn't allow you to see much. All you knew was that you stood right next to Bucky; that he had Steve and someone else at his side; that there was a man in front of you, acting not only as a priest but also as an official. At least that's what you thought, as you tried to logically interpret each element.

Normally, it should be Michael, in some way replacing your father, who should lift your veil in order to present you to your future husband, your new protector, provider. However, that right belonged exclusively to Bucky. Because Michael wasn't giving you away, he wasn't handing you over to good hands; it was Bucky who took you, if that was his will, accepted you, included you in the Family. From that moment on, your whole life depended on your husband.

But he didn't uncover your veil right away. It was as if you were to remain his sweet secret for as long as possible, protected from the gaze of others. Soon, though, he lifted the material and placed it behind your head, and he did so with such delicacy and concentration that you still didn't believe it was real.

Finally, you could look at his face, and although you could see the obvious tiredness and nervousness on it, he was still the most beautiful man you had ever met. And he was going to be yours for the rest of your life, until death do you part.

If there were actually vow words spoken – any words at all – you didn't hear them. Still numb with fear and anxiety, you stared at Bucky. He was scared too, you had no doubt about that, but instead of getting even worse, you felt... safe.

You approached the table on which the agreement rested. The priest handed the pen first to Bucky. But when Bucky leaned over the document, his hand holding the pen hung in the air. You only saw the side of his face, so couldn't tell much from it. Your forehead furrowed slightly; was he hesitating? Panicking? Had he suddenly changed his mind and was about to run away, leaving you at the altar? 

Finally, however, he signed, bringing you back to breathing.

He moved the piece of paper towards you and handed the pen, without even glancing at you. You, too, leaned over the table, once again sweeping your gaze over the agreement, in effect realizing that something was wrong. It had expanded by at least one condition and some bold print.

The WIFE is obliged to provide the HUSBAND with an heir within a period of twenty-one months, i.e. the WIFE and the HUSBAND are obliged to conceive a child within twelve months from the date of the wedding.

Breach of any of the conditions will result in immediate termination of the agreement and a material penalty agreed by the parties.

So far you have felt so weak that you had the impression that you were about to faint. Now, you felt anger boiling up inside you; a sense of betrayal, of being a victim of trickery, pierced your heart painfully. You tightened your fingers on the pen with such force that it almost broke under their pressure. Despite everything, you signed the agreement, with the tip of the pen almost tearing through the paper.

There had been a lot of inconveniences in your path lately, but you couldn't recall any of them putting you in such a horrible mood. And when Bucky’s eyes met yours, you knew he saw that awful disappointment. Just as he should – he should be aware that he had hurt you. Did you expect to see guilt in response? Probably. But instead, there was anger, irritation, and somehow you knew it wasn't directed at you.

You also felt it when exchanging rings; Bucky squeezed your wrist a little too hard as he slid the wedding band onto your finger. He turned his jitters and anxiety into resentment; a phenomenon that intrigued you enough to make you forget your own for a moment.

The priest grabbed a previously prepared dagger; it had been resting on the table since the beginning, waiting for basically the most important part of the ceremony. “The act of joining two bloods.” The man took your hand carefully, turned it over and gently moved the dagger blade across your palm, leaving a bloody, not very deep line. You winced slightly, muffling a whine of discomfort. “So that two Families become one,” he added, proceeding to do the same with Bucky's hand, and he accepted it without the slightest movement; as if the blade had not even tickled him.

Thinking little of it, you reached for Bucky's wrist to draw his hand closer, then covered the inside of it with yours. As if by reflex, his fingers closed and embraced your hand gently. Maybe you were angry, but your body followed its own rules, and as Bucky made this small gesture, you felt warmth coming from where your hands touched; it spread to your chest, to the pit of your stomach.

The ceremony came to an end in as grave a mood as the whole of it. Timothy invited the guests to the garden, where a tent had been set up earlier – Winnifred's idea, as she had refused to let the feast take place in Timothy's cave. She insisted on this dose of romance, and it wasn't until after the ceremony that you realized she was right. The tent in the garden, in the middle of spring, was truly uplifting.

But you and Bucky didn't follow the other guests. You didn't know the detailed layout of the rooms in that house, and the only secluded place you knew was the toilet. You dragged Bucky there almost by force, and apparently expecting an escalation of whatever was on your mind, he allowed you to do so. 

“What was that?” you asked before he managed to close the door behind you. Anger surged inside you again, and the best way to get rid of it that popped into your head was to hit Bucky with whatever you had in hand – in this case, your bouquet. “Promise me you’ll be my partner,” you quoted his words from a few days ago, and the flowers collided with his arm again. “My ally.” And again. “My wife.” And again. 

“Y/N…” he sighed, patiently taking your harmless punches.

“You tricked me into continuing your bloodline!” Paying no attention to his calm tone, you didn't stop to hit him with the bouquet, which, by the way, wasn't as destroyed as it should have been.

“Y/N!” he hollered, suddenly grabbing your forearm, therefore stopping you from striking again. “Let’s talk about this. Like reasonable people.”

“So I am a person?” Your eyebrows rose. “Not a breeding stock?”

“I didn’t know!”

“How could you not know! You worked on this agreement together!”

And you were yelling at each other again, this time locked in that small space being the bathroom in Timothy's huge house. This only increased your frustration, because neither of you could escape. Besides, you couldn't escape not only physically; you were now stuck with each other.

“I didn't know. Okay?” he said much more calmly, although you felt that a gentle push would be enough to shatter all that calm again. “Timothy changed the deal behind my back. I should’ve known that he would pull something like this, he was too compliant…” He shook his head, looking away.

You thought it would be easier if you also stopped looking at him. So you concentrated on the bouquet; you pulled out the flowers that were only appropriate for throwing away. “You expected that he could pull something like this,” you began in a hushed voice, tentatively lifting your gaze to him. “And you didn’t do anything about it?” 

He also looked at you, unable to hide that your words had affected him. At that moment, you regretted that they had left your lips, but on the other hand, maybe he should have heard them? After all, you were the one who was the most violated in the situation, and although you yourself once mentioned that a baby-free deal was rather impossible to achieve, you felt cheated. 

“Don’t say that.” Bucky's voice sounded as quiet and weak as yours, his eyes expressing a begging; asking you not to give up on him like that, not to throw him into one bag with his uncle. “I’ll talk to him,” he added quickly. “I’ll talk to him now.” He seemed distracted, heartbroken, waiting for your approval. 

On that day, he was definitely not himself. And it hit you, what you had promised him – not to make this any harder than it has to be.

“Bucky-” you spoke tenderly, touching his arm, which only a few minutes ago you had been punching. “Do it after the party, okay? I don't want to ruin it for you. The penny has dropped anyway, so…” You shrugged.

You were still angry, betrayed, disappointed. But in all this, you forgot to see that Bucky was trying; that he was carrying a little too much weight on his shoulders. It appeared that he had been tricked, too, and you were probably the only person who could – should – show him some support.

Bucky smiled sadly, his lips pressed together. You didn't know him long enough, but just as before you were able to sense that he wasn't angry at you, now you got the strong impression that there were processes going on in his head that could lead to dangerous consequences.

You joined the rest of the guests in a tent at the back of the house. They didn't notice your absence, or took it as perfectly natural – slipping away to satisfy some burning need; that maybe you couldn't wait any longer to fulfill your marital duty. You would have preferred it to be exactly that instead of new problems.

Although you didn't doubt Bucky's intentions anymore and believed that he didn't know about his uncle's ruse, there was this lingering sense of unease accompanying you all the time. Maybe it had something to do with the stress of the last few days, which had reached its zenith just today? Or would you have been able to relax at home, away from all those people?

During a seemingly endless conversation with Winnifred and Rebecca, you noticed that you had lost sight of Bucky. The last time you saw him talking to the man who had introduced himself to you earlier as Sam Wilson, but you couldn't pinpoint when exactly that was – fifteen minutes ago, but it might as well have been over an hour.

You decided to try not to panic. He was talking to someone again, this time out of your view, or holed up for a cigarette.

Somewhere outside the fence sounded the loud roar of an engine, followed by the screech of tires. A few guests stopped their ongoing conversations and listened for a moment, while the rest were not particularly concerned about the noise. You were not part of either group; anxiety suddenly grew to enormous sizes, turning your stomach inside out.

Someone touched your shoulder, and you immediately knew it wasn't him; Bucky would do it differently. You looked over and saw Michael – white as a sheet. “Can we talk?” 

You excused yourself, and Michael, keeping the appearance of being completely in control, led you into the house. You didn't ask what had happened – you sensed that something bad hung in the air. 

Michael brought you to Timothy's office. He, on the other hand, looked furious; he was sitting behind his desk, and there was a burning smell in the room.

“Your agreement.” He pointed to the desktop; to the charred scraps of paper resting on it and the ring – the same one you slid onto Bucky’s finger a couple hours earlier. 

At first your stomach dropped. He destroyed the agreement and left. And without Bucky, without the agreement, you were ruined. 

Despite the fact that you were terrified, you were not going to break down in front of Timothy. He had humiliated you enough. “Which one?” Having tilted your head to the side, you lifted your eyebrows. “There were two versions, right? Were you inspired by Rumlows with the second one?”

Your biting tone did not go unnoticed by Timothy. “You are acting very boldly for someone who will soon be left with nothing.”

Painfully aware that Timothy was right, you glanced at your secured future – burnt, useless. Not only that was burnt and useless; you and Bucky had burned all the bridges together; Bucky had first beaten Brock Rumlow, then humiliated John Walker and finally vanished into thin air himself. 

But why exactly did he do it? He didn’t listen to you and talked with Timothy anyway; there had to be something his uncle had to have done; something that pushed his limits, tipped his balance. Or maybe his sweet words meant nothing and he decided to show you that marriage really wasn’t for him?

“Looks like you're back on the market.” Timothy stated. “I'm really ashamed of what my nephew did to you, darling.”

Unable to listen to Timothy any longer, or even look at him, you turned to Michael. “Can we go home?”

“Certainly,” he answered in such a gentle, almost fatherly tone that you have never heard from him before.

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LOVERS THAT WENT WRONG

summary: instead of quinn, ethan is the one who “dies” in the apartment scene and leaves you heartbroken

warnings: description of blood, gore & murder. language (cussing). it follows the plot loosely.

pairings: ethan landry x fem!reader

authors note: hiiii i haven’t written bc i’ve been uninspired but im forcing myself to write this one :-) this idea has been in my head for awhile and i just need to get it out before i forget sooo yeah :3 hope you enjoy! i might break this into two parts btw (also should i do a happy or angsty ending?)

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You walked inside your room with a wince. Since the recent Ghostface attack both Sam and Tara endured, they came up with the bright idea to invite everyone over your shared apartment. They thought with everyone in the same place it would eliminate the possibility of them being attacked again, or worse, ultimately killed. There was barely enough room in the apartment to house four girls so adding Chad, Mindy and Anika to the mix was chaotic.

Thankfully, Quinn was gone for the night. Apparently she had a one night stand that wanted to meet up so she left, despite Sam's excessive disapproval.

Tara was in the kitchen with Chad and Mindy, chatting and laughing very loud. The reason you found it annoying at the moment was because you forced your boyfriend, Ethan, to come over while he was trying to study for his Econ exam.

He was the one person you couldn't risk losing so if that meant you made him fail his exam because he couldn't focus, then yeah, that's what you'll do.

"Are they being too loud?" you asked him.

"If I say yes, could you shut them up?" He looked up wearing a sarcastic smile, making the corners of his eyes crinkle.

You chuckled breathlessly, taking a seat beside him on your bed. "I tried, believe me."

Ethan sighed, dropping his pen. "It's fine. I mean, I have an A in the class—one exam can't hurt…right?"

"How about this," you interrupted him before he began to ramble, handing him the granola bar he asked for. "I go out there and try to calm them down. I'll give you the space you need as well."

"Well, you can bother me all you want," he blurted. His cheeks turned red when he saw you look at him in surprise.

You leaned forward, planting a soft kiss on his lips. Then you peppered kisses all over his face which made him scrunch his nose. "I love you and I want you to pass this exam. The least I could do is help you get some silence. It's my fault you're here in the first place."

"Hey, don't say that," he shushed you. "I wanted to come to see my beautiful girlfriend. Don't worry that pretty head of yours about me. I'll be fine." His words meant more because he knew how paranoid you'd become.

"Promise?"

Ethan paused to smile. "Promise."

He kissed you very briefly, looking at you in adoration which made you blush. The perfect moment was ruined when Mindy's roar bellowed all throughout the house.

"Stop! Don't! This is my favorite shirt, you asshole!"

You groaned in annoyance. "I'll take care of that. You stay here and study. I'll check up on you in a few."

"Okay, baby." He laughed, finding you adorable whenever you were mad. "Don't hurt them."

"No promises there."

You heard him laugh one last time before you exited, shutting your door behind you. Anika sat on the couch, giving you an annoyed look as well, seeing as she was trying to read her book.

"I tried to tell them," she said.

Nodding, you ventured over toward the kitchen where the four were all laughing. Tara noticed you first and dropped her smile, already knowing what was to come. You had just gotten done complaining about how loud they were and she was sure you were coming back to do just that.

Chad, however, was too oblivious to notice as he jumped up from his spot at your appearance. "There she is! Core fucking five in the house!" You hit him, making him wince. "Ow! What was that for?"

"Ethan's trying to study and you're yelling," you reprimanded him like he was a little kid.

"Shit. He's still doing that?"

Tara stifled a laugh while Mindy rolled her eyes.

"What's got you guys all rowdy, anyway?" You walked over to the pot that was brewing, taking a wooden spoon to sip on the suspicious liquid.

"Well, first Chad gave us a nickname to which I obviously disagreed with and he tried to splash me with soup," Mindy explained as she leaned against the counter.

"Core five." Chad smiled widely.

You furrowed your brows. "Isn't it core four?"

"Well, you know…" he trailed before he shook his head. "Look, it doesn't matter. There's five of us so I declare core five is now an official thing."

"You can't just give yourself a nickname, dingus," Mindy retorted, being the first to argue with her brother at any chance she got.

"Oh, of course I can, dingus, because I just did. Core five, up top!" Chad exclaimed with less volume then before, raising his hand in front of Mindy's face.

"No." She shook her head.

He turned to Tara. "Down low."

"Get that away from me."

"Please, for the love of God," he begged when he rose his hand toward Sam.

She smiled, but still didn't make a move.

He then turned to you. "If you don't high-five me, I'm going to scream."

"Don't do it." Mindy interrupted.

"You know, I would like some more respect from the fellow members of the core five." He gave up, crossing his arms.

"Please, stop calling us that," Tara pleaded, wincing.

"Guys," Anika's voice called but no one heard her, the sound of your laughter and teasing of Chad overpowering her. She dropped her book, getting up. "Guys! Stop. Listen."

You all silenced in curiosity. When you listened to Anika's orders, there was a loud crash heard in your room. You didn't immediately think of Ghostface just because there was no way they would be ballsy enough to attack someone with multiple people still in the apartment. You thought, at least.

"It's just Ethan. He must've dropped something." You calmed their nerves, turning around to get a water bottle from the fridge. "I'll go check on him."

Anika nodded, slowly sitting back down as she forced herself to believe your words.

Then, everyone's phones went off. You didn't have yours because you left it inside your room so you peered to look at Chad's phone who leaned it toward you to see.

The image caused your heart to fall to your stomach.

Danny, your next door neighbor, had shared a photo to everyone of Ethan being manhandled by Ghostface. It was then that his screaming filled the silent apartment and your flight instincts kicked in.

You dropped your water, running straight to your room in the attempt to help him. "Ethan!"

Right before you could open the door, Sam pulled you back very roughly. You lost your balance, falling into her arms as she held you close. You started to fight against her but she shushed you which had you pausing in confusion.

Chad had Tara in his arms, who was following straight after you in order to aid you while Anika was pushing Mindy behind her. When you all focused on the noise, you realized that…there was no noise. The photo echoed in your mind like a throbbing reminder to what was happening behind the door but the eerie quietness of what should be filled with screams of pain caused you to relax in Sam's arms.

"Ethan," you whispered shakily.

You pushed Sam away from you, getting up and shoving the door open. You knew the risk. You knew going in there would only cause more casualties but you couldn't find anything in you to care. All you cared about was Ethan.

"Y/N, no!" you heard them all shout at once.

Once you pushed the door open, simultaneously, Ethan's body was thrown on top of you. His dead weight caused you to lose balance again and fall to the floor, hitting your head on the wooden surface.

Then, reality sunk in and you let out a horrific scream that sent chills down everyone's body at the sight of Ethan's lifeless eyes staring right into you. His blood was coating your entire body, his body still warm but his face pale. His brown eyes held no emotion and his lips were untouched.

You wanted this to be a joke. You wanted him to wake up and say he was just kidding even if it would be a shitty prank to pull on someone. You wanted to hear him say your name, or hear his chuckle whenever he laughed at his own jokes. You felt tears pouring out of your eyes subconsciously. You couldn't even find the strength in you to push his body off of you because you didn't want to.

A strong pair of hands gripped you suddenly, forcing you up and causing you to toss Ethan's body carelessly to the side, making his arm to hit the floor motionlessly as his face was now staring at the ceiling.

It was there that you briefly got a good look at the wounds on his body. Blood was smeared all over his stomach that you couldn't even see the light blue that used to be the color of his shirt. You could see some wounds in his stomach still gushing fresh blood too. It was also splattered all over his face and drenched his pants as well. You felt sick to your stomach.

"Ethan, no," you whimpered very desperately.

Tara pushed you forward, forcing you out of the building and down the stairs. You were completely in their control as every limb in your body went numb. Chad was practically carrying you at that rate because you couldn't build the power to even stand.

It was when Anika's screams echoed the empty stairwell that kicked you back into gear. Throwing him off guard, you managed to shove him away from you which sent both him and Tara falling against the wall harshly.

You rushed back up the stairs and ran face first into the closed door. You tried to open it but it was locked. No matter how hard you try to shove yourself against it, it wouldn't budge. Not only was it locking you out from not being able to grieve over your dead boyfriend but helping Mindy, Anika and Sam, who were now trapped inside with Ghostface.

"Shit," Tara gasped as she realized.

You both pounded on the door, as if expecting Ghostface to happily answer and let you two in. It was silent on their end which only made you three more paranoid.

"Do you have your keys?!" Chad asked.

"No, I left them inside!" Tara exclaimed in worry, turning back around to continue pounding on the door.

"Look, we have to go get help," Chad tried his best to reason rightfully, his response valid. "If we stay out here, we'll only waste more time."

"Oh, god…" you trailed your words, becoming weak again as you looked down at your hands. "His blood. He's dead. He's actually gone. I can't—"

"Hey, I got you," Chad whispered, pulling you into his arms as he guided you and Tara down the stairs. He wanted to worry about Mindy but he needed to be strong for you two, who seemed in worse shape than he was.

You don't remember how but Chad got you three down the stairs safely and called for help. The police arrived too late as when they went up to help them, Sam and Mindy had made it across the building inside Danny's apartment without Anika, who succumb to her wounds while being thrown off the ladder that they climbed on.

Mindy, Tara and Chad both sat in one ambulance while you sat in your own, wanting to be left alone.

You stopped crying after an hour but the pained feeling was still alive in your chest. What was worse was that you weren't allowed back inside your apartment to get his things as it was now a crime scene so you sat in thought. You had nothing left of him. Just his blood on your clothes.

When you realized this, you began to cry again. You dropped your head into your knees, curling up against the wall of the ambulance as police scattered around.

You brought your head up when you felt someone sit beside you. Ready to tell them to leave you alone, you saw Mindy offering her blanket to you. She was the only one who understood what you were going through so you accepted it and leaned to cry on her shoulder.

While she remained emotionless, you cried for the both of you. She just held you close, rubbing your arm.

"Y/N, Mindy," the voice that belonged to Quinn snapped you into reality. "I'm so sorry."

"Step the fuck back," Mindy warned, tightening her grip around you. "You're at the top of my list."

"I'm sorry, alright?" Quinn whispered, but she looked at you very specifically when saying that. "I'm sorry."

You gave her a forced smile, watching as she was pulled away by Sam. It gave you and Mindy space to grieve.

[propertyofhenrywinter]

Long live all the mountains we moved

Max Verstappen x driver!reader

Summary: the aftermath of a crash equals more hurt comfort (can be read as a second part to Long live the walls we crashed through, but also on its own. This ofc isn’t proofread)

WC: 3.2k

Max knew you would be cross with him is you knew he was blaming himself, but he just really felt the need to whelm in his self-pity for a while. For a second he justified this by thinking that you would feel the same if the roles where reversed. That thought however was soon discarded because he knew that if it had been him getting hurt on track you would’ve stood your ground firmer and insisted he’d get checked out. ‘It really is my fault,’ he thought. ‘It is my job to protect her. I should have listened to my gut.’

If max was honest with himself, he had realized something was wrong. He couldn’t exactly pinpoint what, but something in the way you had caried yourself while talking to the team and other drivers made him feel uneasy. By the time you had chatted with everyone who had wanted to see were okay with their own eyes none of them had thought to have a medic make sure you were completely fine. He didn’t understand their exact reasoning, maybe it had just slipped their mind or maybe they had genuinely believed you were fine, but he had thought about it almost immediately after he had let you go from his side, and he hadn’t stopped think about it while you had been driving away from the track. Now he wished he would’ve been more persistent about bringing you to a hospital, because he had known well enough that you weren’t fine, no matter how hard you had tried to convince him otherwise.

“I just want to go home, Max. Please.” You looked at him pleading and your voice sounded defeated. “I want to take a shower with you, just a shower,” a pointed look was added, “and then I want to cuddle up with you in bed while watching one of my comfort movies and eat ice cream right out the tub. And then fall asleep before the movie ends. And tomorrow we will do the same thing or maybe you could read a bit to me if I’m feeling to soar to do it myself,” she rattled off. “If your feeling soar you should see a doctor,” Max responded sharply, but he had known that the matter was settled and you two would do exactly as you had said.

Of course, it hadn’t gone as you planned. Max had already noticed you had looked worse when you got home than you had at the track, but he shrugged it off, thinking you were probably just tired, and your body need some rest after undergoing the G-forces it did during the crash. By the time you two had made your way to the bathroom he noticed you really weren’t walk normally. “Love,” he started soft, trying one last time to talk some sense into you. “No, please, Max,” you had sounded so breakable with your voice no louder than a whisper. It broke him to see you hurt, so he had let it go although he knew he shouldn’t have.

All hell broke lose when you had tried to take your shirt off. You had only wanted to lift your arm over your head before you had crumbled to the ground, letting out a blood-curdling scream. Max had been next to you in less than a second. He had been trying to figure out what was wrong precisely, but when he had noticed you were on the verge of unconsciousness he had just scooped you up in his arms and put you in his car to speed off to the hospital.

He had no regard for the traffic rules on his way, and although he had thought of calling an ambulance he had known that that would take way longer. While you were drifting in and out of consciousness he thought that he should talk to you. Tell you something encouraging maybe, but he just couldn't bring himself to open his mouth, afraid that any sound but the roaring of the engine and the struggle of your breath would make all of this too real.

When the hospital was less than two minutes away you awoke once again, but instead of the almost inaudible wail of pain he expected to hear again, this time you started coughing like crazy. Max had sworn his heart stopped when he saw you were coughing up blood.

The bright lights in the hospital made the contrast between the dark roads outside even more striking. In the car it had been quiet, just you and him. At the hospital it had been bustling with sounds and people, and you had been ripped out of his arms almost the second he walked trough the double swing doors. In a way he was sad he had reached the hospital, because as long as you were driving he could tell himself that he was doing what he could, while also having you at arm’s length next to him.

As soon as you were pried away by the emergency room staff members a doctor had started asking him more questions than he had believed could be necessary. He had answered them in a haze and before he good and well realized it the doctor had disappeared into the operation room where he had been told you also would be. That’s how he found himself sitting in a waiting area a nurse with dark skin, but light hair had brought him to. There he sat spiralling down in his own guilt.

He doesn’t know how long he sat there when the doctor who had asked him all those questions walked up to him. ‘How is she,’ he almost heard himself ask it, but he couldn’t’ bring himself to actually form the words, too afraid of what the answer might be. Before the silence reached a significant amount of time he heard the doctor. “Your partner will be alright, Mr. Verstappen. I assume her rib was fractured during the crash and when she tried to lift her arm a splinter moved and punctured her lung causing the worst of the damage she suffers. We fixed that during the operation. We also ran a full body x-ray and constated she also broke her left wrist and fibula and of course two of her ribs.” Max listened to the long list of injuries and despite the feeling of despair for your hurt he wondered just how stubborn you had to be not to get check by a medic, because he knew that all those breaks must have been hurting every time you moved. That was before the doctor saw the confusion in is eyes and added: ‘I also assume that an extreme amount of adrenaline was released right before and after the crash. That would explain why she hadn’t felt anything before her rib moved.” After that was clarified only one question rested him: “When can I see her?”

On his way to your room doctor questions, as Max had been calling him in his head, explained that you were still asleep and probably would be for the next hours, maybe even a full day, but that once you were awake and had done a couple of simple short test you would be allowed to go home quickly. “I don’t expect her to have to stay more than two full days,” he had concluded.

When he entered the room it felt like his long got puncture as well, seeing you so pale in bed with your foot and arm in a cast and a bag with clear liquid attached to your arm with an IV. He looked at the clock and saw it was almost morning. He wondered just how long it would take you to open your eyes, because he doesn’t want to wait a full day.

A nurse, an older woman with grey hair this time, came in to check your vitals and also informed Max that he was allowed to stay with you. Once she left he felt in his pocket to see if he had brought his phone with him. To his delight he had. He opened it so he could start informing everyone who needed to know, but the moment his screen lit up he could see he had a ton of missed calls and messages. It took him a while to figure out what was going on, but when he opened a text message from Charles it became clear. Turns out someone had seen him speeding down the streets to the hospital. Max felt a sliver of relieve when he saw your face wasn’t visible in any of the pictures of his car or when he was carrying you inside, but that didn’t change the fact it was disgusting people took and shared those pictures or that it was clear it was you. Some trashy news sites had even already wrote articles. He didn’t bother opening them. There was probably nothing true in them anyway.

He responded to Charles, explaining what had happened. Afterwards he simply copied and pasted that text and send it to everyone who he felt deserved to know. Almost exactly when he was finished his phone rang. It was Charles. Max contemplated picking up, but ultimately decided that since he would be stuck here for a while it couldn’t hurt to hear him out before he returned to the bottom of the mental ditch he had been digging himself in the waiting room.

If Max had thought the doctor had asked him a lot of questions, Charles must have simply impressed him by how long his list was. The Dutchman was tired mentally and physically, so he didn’t put up a fight answering him. Only when the questions were about how he was doing he resorted to one-word answers. Without giving Max a chance to protest, and he really wanted to protest, he had decided he was going to call the hospital to see when visiting hours were and come over as soon as he could.

He didn’t have to wait to long before the man who he had had on the phone only a few hours ago strode into the room as if he was coming to visit them to celebrate a birthday. Much to his dismay Charles seemed to have brought half of all the people he knew. “The more the merrier,” Charles had exclaimed a little to cheery. “It’s a hospital it’s not supposed to be ‘merry,’” Max growled.

He won’t ever admit it, but it helped that there were a lot of people around. Firstly, because that meant he could be mad at them instead of himself and secondly because it distracted him from your seemingly lifeless body in the bed, although you had regained a little colour since he first walked in. Out of everyone he might have been most grateful for George’s presence. He definitely didn’t think that would be the case, but because it was clear that he was blaming himself as well it gave Max the feeling there was someone who understood, even though only a little, what he was going through. They didn’t dare to look at each other the first half hour or so they were in the room together, but once they did see the looks on each other’s faces they grew compassionate towards the other and Max realized casting blame was stupid and so it became a little easier to forgive himself.

People left at various time and to Max’ surprise there were also people who came in, apparently Charles has informed the whole entire world about when and where they had to be to visit you. He wondered how so many people could fit inside such a tiny room and how the hospital even allowed this many visitors.

Considering max hadn’t slept for too long, something else you could berate him for once you woke up, he was pretty glad when visitor hours came to an end and the people in the hospital room started to make themselves scarce. Right when Charles was saying his goodbyes a thought crossed max’ mind. “Could you maybe go to our place and check if I closed the door properly? I left in such a rush, and I don’t remember pulling it shut,” he asked the Monegasque. “Yes, of course. I’ll text you, okay?” To which Max simply responded with a thank you, and for the first time since the hole roller-coaster of events took place he allowed himself to worry about other things than you. He hoped nobody broke in if he left the door open, but that was unlikely considering the whole building had strict security. He hated to admit is but what he actually had wanted to ask Charles was to check on his cats. You would be furious if anything had happened to them, and he really didn’t need anther reason added to the list of things he did that he knew would piss you off.

His eyes and mind returned to you, and he was thankful that you hadn’t woken up while all the people were there. He much rather had you open your eyes to only him and a calm, silent room. You had given a few signs you were closer to consciousness while your friends were here. Things like slightly moving a finger or a squint in an eyelid. He was pretty sure no one else noticed these things, probably because they simply weren’t playing attention to them. However, it had almost been 24 hours and you really should be waking up, which made him worry something was wrong. In the end his tiredness won from the worry, and he dosed off sitting in a position that would make his neck hurt more than the nastiest turns in F1 could under the highest possible G-forces.

He might have fallen asleep, but he wasn’t asleep deep, and so the quietest “Max” ever spoken is what woke him up. When he opened his eyes they were immediately staring into yours. “Hey,” he said as he moved closer to you, “you gave me quite the scare.” He put his hand on the side of your face and his thumb started stroking your cheek. “I’m sorry,” you murmured. “It’s all good now,” Max replied and before he could help himself he added: “I love you.” “I love you too.” The reply came natural to you. Sooner than he wanted the older nurse came back, and when she saw you were awake she went to get the doctor.

While you were out doing all sorts of tests and scans Max waited in your room. His phone screen lit up alerting him that someone texted him. ‘Door was open, but everything seems ok.’ Immediately a second message followed, ‘Also fed the cats theyre mad you guys left them I think.’ He had added a picture of the animals.

Once your bed was wheeled back into the room the doctor explained to you both how the next few weeks would look for you. It started with the endless list of check-ups you would have to go to and ended with the most dreadful news you had ever hurt. “No physical demanding activities for at least six weeks, so no sporting, don’t go long distances on foot and try to avoid stairs.” For the only time ever Max was glad about your bedridden state because he knew that you would have fought the doctor for keeping you from racing if you could. The look on your face however probably also made him wish he could crawl away into the nearest closet.

After this little briefing you were allowed to go home. You believed Max was happier about this than you were because Max had been there for almost two days. So had you but you couldn’t really remember anything between enter the bathroom and waking up at the hospital. “You shouldn’t blame yourself for whatever stupid reason you are,” you said to your boyfriend when you saw how tight he was clamping the steering wheel. “I’m no,” he responded, “I mean, I did at first, but not anymore.” “Good,” you sight, “than why are you driving like that?” you added with an over-the-top judgemental tone. “Like what,” he retorted fake offended. “Like that steering wheel is the root of all your problems.” He relaxed his hands “Not all of them but there probably are waiting some fines in our mailbox from our trip to the hospital.” You exaggerated a sigh “It’s a shame not everyone is as good a driver as I am.” Max gave you a side-eye. “you’re lucky that crash wasn’t your fault, because I would have held that over your head eventually.” You gasped “You brute.” But secretly you enjoyed that the topic didn’t weigh to heavy between you two. “Also,” Max continued, “remind me who was leading that race again before George so rudely interrupted it?” You supressed a giggle “Oh, I don’t pay attention to that sort of things. All people care about is who is first in the driver standings.”

 Suddenly it hit you; six weeks of no racing meant you would lose your first place, enormously diminishing your chances of winning your first championship. Max noticed the mood change and he could guess what this was about “Look there are only three races in those weeks, and the last one is even all the way at the end of your recovery period. We might convince the doctor to let you participate in that one if you recover well. The only way that’s going to happen is if you don’t spend to much time worrying that pretty head of yours and actually relax. Am I clear?” he looked at you while asking that. “Yes,” you said surely. “And also,” he continued, “it will make our fight for the title even more entertaining.” This time you really let out a giggle, which made you wince due to your soar ribs. “We are the Katniss and Peeta of the racing world.” You spoke. “Who?” Max asked. “Max, please say your joking,” you said, shocked by this discovery, “you don’t know the Hunger Games?” your moth almost hung agape. “Of course, I know of the Hunger Hames,” he said sharply, “I’ve just never watched it.” You decided this was unacceptable and you were going binge-watch all the movies when you were home, witch you were while you ended your scolding to your uneducated boyfriend who had been amused, but more relieved, by how lively you were acting. As you entered the elevator Max finally got a chance to speak. “If I remember correctly there was a showered planned before or movie in bed.” You hadn’t thought about it but suddenly you felt dirty. You hadn’t showered after the race which was two days ago. Suddenly you felt relieved there was no one else in the elevator to smell the odour you and Max, who you assumed also hadn’t showered, were spreading. “A shower is probably a good idea for both of us,” you concluded. Max looked at you and it was clear what he was thinking about. “No Max, remember no physical demanding activities for six weeks,” you laughed.

[american-horror-whore]

life update (tw assumed almost kidnapping, possible stalking, etc)

I should really be forcing myself to go on temporary hiatus but this is really my only safe space. i’ve been treated very roughly recently, and what happened yesterday just added. don’t worry about me leaving you all, i’m not taking a temporary hiatus

so i’m honestly just gonna start off with a message. Men, women, minors, anyone: please be vigilant of your surroundings. No matter where you are, densely populated places or scarcely populated places, day or night, be vigilant.

My car is currently in a different state, being lent to a family member (which has been going on for about a month), meaning i have to take public transport to and from college since i’m not doing dorms. Where the bus stops is just a short walk from my house, probably only 5 or 6 houses down, 5 to 10 minute walk.

Just for anyone who’ll have questions about why I wasn’t able to defend myself, Massachusetts colleges prohibits carrying firearms or concealed weapons, meaning i’m not able to take my pocket knife or any form of defense i have. The only exception is for law enforcement officers who are authorized to carry weapons. There is also no way in hell i’m leaving any sort of defense on public transport until I come back at the end of the day.

A few weeks back, I had seen an inferno orange-reddish toyota truck slowing down near me. driving it, was an older man. I didn’t think much of it at the time, chalking up to pure coincidence or misunderstanding. maybe i was someone he thought he knew? maybe he had to take a turn? i live in a scarcely populated area, only about 4,000 people live here. probably someone one of my parents knew.

Earlier yesterday, my final class ended around 2. I got off the public transport at 2:30-2:40 and started walking. I had one airpod in my ear, still semi-vigilant of my surroundings. everything was fine. Until i saw this truck again. Okay, it was slowing down, same as last time. Except the man was staring me down this time. And pulled over on the opposite side of the road. I stop, turn around to face the truck to let him know i was aware of what was happening. Shakily, i pull out my phone, pretending to take a video. The man sits in his car for a bit as i walk backward, still holding my phone out. I was too scared to even take a real video or a photo of the plates. He half-pulled out onto the road, looking like he was going to turn onto my side. Instead, he pulled away, most likely when he saw I had a phone. I had called my boyfriend when he had slowed down, just to have someone on the phone.

With all that being said, when the man drove away, I ran up the hill, back to my house. Out of fear, and not wanting to call anyone else, I call my stepfather, anything i was saying was barely audible. He told me to calm down, asked me if i was okay, and asked what happened. I told him what had happened, to which he had asked if I had the plates. I told him no. He said that was okay, talked to me a bit more, and told me to call the police. I called my local station, talked to someone, and I could tell they weren’t just brushing it off as a woman being crazy or attention seeking. They told me they understood I was afraid, but there wasn’t much they could do without the plates. I told them that was okay, and if i saw it again, i’d take photos.

I’ve been extremely shaken all night and this morning. My stepfather put in to get out of work early for the next however long to come pick me up from the stop, which I am so grateful for. But it got me thinking, what would’ve happened if the guy got ballsy enough to get out of his truck? what would’ve happened if he took me? And I have nothing to defend myself with except punches, kicks and bites, which of a 5’3, 98lbs college girl, there’s not much force behind those.

I always want to keep you guys updated in my life, because I feel transparency is important with people you care about. I apologize for how long winded this was, and if you made it this far, thank you.

tags to those know i know will care about something like this:

@fear-is-truth , @newwavesylviaplath

@taintandviolent @marchsfreakshow @cxndiedvi0lets

[baby-alien11]

Monaco Grand Prix (Y/N Ulrich Universe)

A/N: I've been working on this chapter for like more than two months, and I'm so excited to finally share it with all of you, ngl this might be as long as the race, so get comfortable, grab a snack and a drink and enjoy

taglist (open): @volturi-girl-imagines @dessxoxsworld @camiesully @ethanlandryluver @nowitsmissing @aliciacat20 @gabbylovesreading @nikfigueiredo @itsaaliyah2 @callsignwidow

Two moths after the nepo babies interview, and a lot of calls with Max and Kelly (and sometimes Penelope) to coordinate the trip, the time to fly to Monaco for the Grand Prix had arrived

At first, the plan was take a flight to Monaco and stay in one of the hotels, but during one of the calls Max and Kelly mentioned that the country was a chaos during that week, so you and Jack will be travelling in Max's private plane and staying in their penthouse during the whole trip, which your parents also agreed because they prefered to both of you stay with people you knew instead of being alone in a hotel of a country across the sea

Thankfully, both of your schedules were clean for that week and the next, so the days before the travel consisted on checking passports, packing the suitcases, watching the Imola race, and since Max and Kelly mentioned that they organized a dinner/party for your birthday, both of you also packed nicer clothes

When the day to travel arrived, you got dressed in a black romper, your 1989 cardigan and your white Nike Air Force 1, while Jack got dressed in a light pink short-sleeved t-shirt, black cargo shorts, black sneakers and one of the Red Bull hats that Max gifted

Knowing the approximate time when the plane would land, both of you along with your families waited in the LA private hangar

"Okay guys, let's go by the rules again", Skeet said standing in front of all of you, "Always send us a text saying where you are or where you are going, stay close with Max and Kelly, you are going to a foreign country across the sea so also stay close to each other, we already have the middle hours for the calls, and the most important thing, please, ask Logan Sargeant for an autograph, please"

"And also have fun", Anna added, "Understood?"

"Yes", you and Jack nodded

"Dude, I feel that if dad could, he would had his own F1 team just to have Logan as a driver", Jakob commented

"Because it's true, or a NASCAR seat", Naiia responded, "But if they didn't let Andretti enter, dad is more far"

"Maybe he'll invest in a team", Jack suggested

"Like Alpine", you added, "But speaking seriously, someone needs to take Pierre and Esteban out of that team asap"

Being notified that the plane was about to land, some personal took your suitcase and Jack's suitcase, and grabbing your travel bags, the box that contained a gift for Penelope and baby dragon Jake, they took all of you to the hangar to get on the plane

Stopping a few metters in front of the red and black jet, all of you got out of the van along with your things

"I swear if that door opens and I hear the dutch national anthem I'll cry and kill myself", Jakob declared

"And I'm the dramatic", you snorted, "I'm not bringing you anything from Monaco"

"Don't worry, my man Jack has me covered", Jakob shrudded, "Right, Jack?"

"Well see", Jack joked

A few minutes later, the door of the airplane openned and Max stepped out from it, to greet you and Jack and introducing himself with the rest, before standing with the older adults to talk while the stewards took the suitcases to the plane

"First of all, I have to thank you for letting them go to Monaco", Max said to the adults, "I know it's a big trip and specially with people they only knew once and talked on the phone"

"Well, it's not the first trip they go on their own, but the first outside of America, so we're happy that they know some people", Skeet said

"Also, here's my phone number, along with my girlfriend's, and also my performance coach, and our emails, in case of an emergency", Max added giving a paper with the information to Anna so both parents could have it, "And there's also the dinner after the race, which is more like a private party with the drivers, reserve drivers and our couples"

"As long as they're safe and have fun, everything will be alright", Anna assured

Saying goodbye to everyone the three of you entered the plane, greeting the other drivers in there and sitting in the avaliable seats; once the plane took off and the turbulance ended, a steward gave you and Jack flutes with champagne

"First of all, happy birthday Y/N, even if it was two weeks ago, and Jack it's so great to see you in person, well both of you and not only on a screen", Max said sitting in front of both of you

"It was your birthday?", Charles asked at what you nodded, "Congratulations, when it's yours?"

"November 16", Jack answered

"Just in time for Las Vegas", Carlos mentioned, "You're coming to that race, right?"

"Dude, chill out, it's their first Grand Prix", Max laughed, "And I'm going to guess not the first race in general?"

"I've been going to NASCAR races since I was a kid because of my grandpa and uncle, so no", you responded

"And I started going since we started dating", Jack added

"What about hot laps?", Charles asked

"I hate them, they're the worst, I preffer to be the first victim in a slasher", you declared, "There's this tradition with my siblings and grandpa and uncle of doing them at fifteen and eighteen, I did one with my grandpa when I was fifteen, and it was nice, kinda relaxed, and then when I turned eighteen, I did it with my uncle and it was like hell, Jack here got the same treatment"

"It was while we were on the actors strike, and I mean, I was in a movie where I was in a car almost all the time, so there wasn't a lot of difference", Jack said, "But it still was a different sensation"

"I have a question", Daniel raised his hand, "The hot laps were before or after the messages?"

That comment was enough to make everyone of you laugh for a few minutes, until it died with everyone still smilling

"It was after", you responded, "And it became the joke of the family"

"Dude, how did she tell you about the messages?", Carlos asked, "I forgot to ask that when we met"

"We were like in the stage of flirting and we had like four dates at that moment, and during one weekend during filming, she invited me to watch a race, I think it was Silverstone", Jack explained turning to look at you for confirmation at what you nodded

"That's the race I won", Carlos exclaimed

"Amazing race, that's how I started to like Formula 1", Jack continued, "And we were watching it, I mentioned that Lando was a good driver, and she mentioned the texts"

"What was your reaction when you saw them?", Charles questioned

"I laughed for like five minutes, maybe more, then I read them again and died of cringe"

"Don't worry, we all did when we saw them", Daniel said, "At this point we all read the messages, but Lando doesn't know that we know, and I was his teammate during 2022 and I didn't knew until now"

"I think he didn't tell anyone, no one of us knew anything", Charles exclaimed, "Probably Max Fewtrell was the only one who knew"

"It's going to be a fun weekend", Max laughed

"Smells like money and luxury", was the first thing you said stepping out the plane once it arrived in Monaco

"And no taxes", Jack added, "Like the perfect place to live"

"Absolutely", you nodded

After talking during most part of the flight and then eating (which included Charles ice cream), the other part of the flight consisted on everyone sleeping, waking up minutes before landing in the private hangar, where a few vans were waiting for the arrival

Once everyone was on their designated vans, they started their way to their different paths; during the whole trip, you and Jack stared at the window watching the city, and the sunset that was happening due to the hour, also sending messages to let know your families you've arrived with some photos and videos, without posting anything on social media to don't ruin the surprise

Arriving at the apartment complex, the three of you got out of the vehicule along with the chauffer who helped with the baggage, and once you had everything, the three of you entered the building with Max leading the way and entering the elevator that stopped in the last floor in a fancy and homey penthouse

"Girls, we're home", Max exclaimed entering with both you following behind

"Maxie!", a little girl voice, Penelope, exclaimed running towards Max, "I missed you"

"Hi P", Max smiled at the little girl hugging her, "I missed you too"

"Hello", Kelly greeted hugging Max for a few seconds before separating to see both of you, "I can't believe you're already here"

For the next minutes, the only thing that was heard was small talking between the six of you followed by a small tour for the apartment

"And this is your room", Kelly said opening a door revealing a kinda big and cozy room, "The door next to the wardrobe is the bathroom, our room is at the end of the hallway, and P's in front of yours, we hope that you like it"

"It's perfect, thank you", Jack said

"Also thank you for letting us stay here", you added entering the room

"Well, we weren't going to let you on your own in a whole different country", Max mentioned, "Specially in race weekend"

"And feel free to ask if you need anything, we want you to be the most comfortable in your time here", Kelly said, "Make yourself comfortables, we'll be in the kitchen prepearing dinner"

Nodding, both of you put the travel bags and baby dragon Jake on the bed and the suitcases on the floor to unpack some things, also taking off your shoes and cardigan, and Jack also his shoes and hat

"I can't believe we are in Monaco", you smiled putting your jacket for the race and the dress for the dinner after on the closet, "It feels surreal, you know?"

"Yeah, like seeing it in movies, series, or the races, and now we are here", Jack nodded, "And also we're going to the race"

"And we are friends with the drivers, I can't believe this is our life"

"Me neither, but I'm glad we can do it together"

"Me too"

The next minutes consisted on organizing your stuff, such as some clothes and shoes on the wardrobe and purses on the small table, along with things on the bathroom including your whole Dyson Airwrap, being joined by Jimmy and Sassy at some point noticing them when seeing them laying on the bed

Once everything was in order, each of you took one of the cats in arms and walk towards the kitchen where the couple was preparing the dinner while Penelope was sitting in the living room with a coloring book

"You found Jimmy and Sassy", Max mentioned seeing how both of you left the cats in their tower

"Yeah, they entered while we were organizing our things", Jack nodded, "Do you need help with anything?"

"We're good at the moment, but thank you", Max responded

"Why don't you go with P while we finish?", Kelly suggested, "We'll let you know when dinner is ready"

Accepting the suggestion, both of you walked to the living room where the little girl was sitting in front of the center table with her coloring book and supplies

"Hi P, do you mind if we sit with you?", you asked her, at what she nodded, causing that both of you to take a seat at her sides, "What are you coloring?"

"A unicorn", Penelope answered passing you and Jack sheets with printed draws so both of you can draw with her, "I really love them, they are cute"

"And also magical", Jack mentioned grabbing a color pencil to start coloring the butterfly in front of him

"Have you seen one?", Penelope asked with impression

"Not yet, but I sometimes travel to another planet where there a lot of fantastic animals and amazing places", Jack said reffering to Pandora, "Do you want to see some pictures?"

With the little girl nodding, Jack got his phone out to show her some photos he had of concept arts and stills of the movies, while you watched with a smile without stopping to color the printed teddy bear that she gave you

"It's beautiful", Penelope gasped seeing the pictures before turning to look at you, "Have you been there?"

"I have", you nodded, "It's a magical place"

"What is your favorite animal in there?", that question was aimed for the both of you

"Well, I personally love the ikrans, which are this beautiful flying creatures that have different colors", you explained to her

"Mines are the tulkuns, they are like the whales cousins that swam in the Pandora reefs", Jack then explained

"How can we go there?"

"Unfortunately Pandora is a planet way away from us, but there's a small part on this planet", you said reffering to the themed park in Florida

"Kids, dinner's ready", Max exclaimed, "Go wash your hands"

While Penelope went running to the bathroom, both of you followed her not before sending him dirty looks

"P, have you seen Ice Age?", you asked her

After a nice and homemade dinner, the tiredness after a long trip made his consequences because after saying goodnight and changing into pajamas, both of you fell asleep hard, even turning off the alarm when it sounded in the morning, but the peace didn't last long because soon enough, Penelope entered the room to get on the bed and start jumping

"Wake up, wake up, breakfast is ready", the little girl exclaimed jumping a bit more before stopping and getting down to leave

"So that's how Jakob and Naiia felt when I used to do the same", you sighed, "Good morning babe"

"Good morning gorgeous, did you sleep well?"

"Yeah, I have a bit of jetlag, but I'll be good when I drink coffee", you yawned rubbing your eye your one hand while the other was still holding baby dragon Jake, "What about you?"

"Same as you, might need a Red Bull as well"

"My love, we're going to drink that the whole weekend"

Finally getting out of bed and doing the usual morning routines, both of you walked in direction of the kitchen, stopping abruptly when you saw who was sitting next to Penelope

"Fuck me gently with a chainsaw", you murmured being careful that Penelope didn't heard the bad word

Hearing your voice, the person turn around to see you and Jack standing next to each other a few metters behind

"Nope, I'm not doing this", Lando said taking the plate with food and standing up from the counter to walk to the door

"Dude, that's not your plate", Max exclaimed

"I'll return it later", Lando exclaimed back before closing the door

"That was awkward", Kelly commented, "Anyways, breakfast is ready, come on"

Aproaching the kitchen and saying good morning both of you grabbed from the breakfast made and sit on the counter to eat with them

After finishing breakfast, Max had to go to a Red Bull meeting regarding the race weekend, which left the four of you in the penthouse, and since Penelope decided that you and Jack will be her favorite people during the weekend, she decided to play 'beauty salon' with both of you, which ended with Jack with colorful hairclips on his curly hair and you with colored hair extensions with bows in all your head, P also decided to color on your tattoo with washable markers since she said it looked sad, so now it was pink and glittery purple

So after she finished with the hairstyles, you were doing a hairstyle in her, while the three of you were watching 'Barbie and the 12 Dancing Princesses', and Kelly was in the office attending a job call

When the movie was at the climax, and P's princess hairstyle was done, the front door opened revealing Lando again who first went to the kitchen to leave the plate he took earlier, and then to the living room with two boxes in his arms

"I just want to say sorry for those messages two years ago, I still feel embarrased about them, and I'm sorry if you felt uncomfortable with them", Lando started to talk

"More like cringe", you interrupted

"Yeah, also that", Lando sighed giving you and Jack the boxes with the Quadrant logo, "Again, I'm really sorry, you are a wonderful girl, I'm happy that both of you are together, anyways, here is Quadrant and McLaren merch for both of you, bye"

Finishing that phrase, he left the penthouse without saying another word

"What was that?", Penelope asked

"I don't know, sweetpea", you responded

"It was weirder than the messages", Jack commented at what you nodded

During the days previous to the race, which were media, practices and qualifying, Kelly and Penelope took the both of you to different places of Monaco, such as museums, shopping in different stores (at Cartier, you and Jack got matching Trinity Bracelets in red string), eating at different coffee shops and restaurants, walk along the iconic streets and gardens, and even the beach

The morning of the race, it was a bit of a rush inside the penthouse while was getting ready, specially because Max had to be there at a certain hour, and by that, it meant all of you had to go at that hour

The outfit you chose for the race was a white top, a black skort, black Prada boots, along with a vintage Red Bull jacket, light blue sunglasses, your new Chanel flap bag, with your typical accesories like your ear piercings, your initial necklace, a few friendship bracelets, your Van Cleef and Arpels green bracelet, your new Trinity Bracelet, your Apple Watch and your Ghostface and Baby Vamp rings, while your hair was in a nice and soft hairstyle and your make up in a soft pink in the eyes and gloss

While Jack decided to use a sleeveless dark blue shirt, dark jeans and white sneakers, along with a white letterman jacket, his initial necklace and Trinity Bracelet along with black sunglasses

"Let's do a last recap to make sure that we have everything", you said sitting in the bed and opening your bag, "Phone chargers and portable batteries, tissues, my lip gloss and your chapstick, our wallets, sunscreen, hand sanitizer, face masks, mint bubblegum, and a pen and a sharpie"

"And the passes", Jack added having them in his hands, "We're ready, and I still can't believe we are going to a Grand Prix"

"Me neither, I feel like I'm going to trully believe it when we see the liveries"

Leaving the room, not before taking a few mirror selfies, both of you walked to the living room to meet with Max, Kelly and Penelope and finally leave towards the paddock, not before taking a few group photos

Going to the parking lot of the building, there was a van for the five of you with a few people of Red Bull in there, to take you to the harbor where a boat was waiting to take you to the paddock, while someone from the socials team was filming

"This is the reunion of the Nepo Babies interview", the media person said, "Max, Kelly, how it's been to have Y/N and Jack in your house?"

"They're so lovely, it's been amazing to be able to know them better", Kelly responded

"That's why we love you, Kells", you said to her

"They're annoying, can't wait to have them out of the house", Max joked

"We're not that bad", Jack argued

"Yeah, at least we don't stay all night playing games", you added, "And P, loves us, right sweetpea?"

"Is like having older brothers", Penelope said, "I like them very much"

"Sweetpea, returning after the race, I'll make you cookies that will last until your birthday"

After a few more minutes of driving across the streets of Monaco, the van stopped at the harbor where a Red Bull boat was waiting, and after managing to get into it without problems, another ride started, but this time across the Monaco sea to arrive at the paddock, which wasn't too crowded yet fortunately, making it easier to walk around, and wanting to let you have your moment to appreciate everything, Max, Kelly and Penelope walked a few metters ahead to you

"This still feels surreal", you murmured soaking in the arounds of people from all the teams arranging everything

"NASCAR is one thing, but this is like another world", Jack mentioned

"Nice mullet, kid", Vatteri Bottas suddenly passed next to both of you in his bike, refering to Jack's hair

"Thank you", Jack exclaimed in response, "Valtteri Bottas liked my mullet, I'm not going to have another hairstyle again"

Continue to walk, both of you took photos and videos of the environment and selfies walking aroung the paddock, without losing view of your friends, until you reached the Red Bull Energy Station where members of the team were there before the race, going directly to the buffet to grab a light breakfast

"I just remembered the DTS chapter about the budget", you said, "They were right, the cattering is really good"

"I still can't believe you watch the show", Max sighed

"Listen, it has funny moments", you defended it, "We know they kinda manipulate things, but it has meme worthy moments"

"Like what?", Max asked

"Will Buxton comments, the team principals meeting, Alpine-gate, and a lot more", Jack enlisted, "Just to say a few"

Just after finishing breakfast, the social media aproached asking to do content for social media, at what the three of you went to the top of the Energy Station where it was still empty before the rest of the guests arrived, and you inmediatly got emotional when you saw who was already in there

"Hey man", Max greeted Checo with a man hug

"Hey, how's it going?", Checo greeted back noticing both of you behind Max, "These are the kids you told me about?"

"Yeah, this is Y/N and Jack, she was my interview partner for the nepo babies thing"

"Oh yeah, I remember, nice to meet you guys, Max talks about you all the time", Checo nodded shaking both of your hands, "How are you? Are you enjoying Monaco?"

"Yeah, it's really nice in here", Jack nodded, "It's better than seeing it on television, movies and all that"

"And Kelly and Penelope have been taking us on a tour around during these days", you added, "Also I wanted to tell you that you are my favorite driver, your victory in Sakhir 2020 is one of the best races I've ever seen"

"Thank you so much, I really apreciate it", Checo nodded, "And it's great to have both of you with us today, and this will be out next week, but I feel like you deserve to be two of the first to know that I re-signed for two more years"

"That's amazing", you exclaimed

"Congratulations", Jack also exclaimed

The conversation between the four of you lasted a bit more during which the media took a small video, before taking photos

On the McLaren hospitality, Lando was dealing with Oscar, Max F and Lily laughing at him becuase he told them what happened a few days ago

"I just can't believe she and her boyfriend are here", Lando exclaimed, "I knew about the nepo babies thing, I saw the interview, but I didn't expect to see them in Max and Kelly's home, I apologized to her, I gave them McLaren and Quadrant merch, but I still feel embarrased"

"Yeah, the messages were awful", Oscar nodded, "The smirking face at the end was the worst"

"I told him that the emoji was a bad idea", Max F pointed

"Don't remind me", Lando sighed, "Wait a second, how do you know I put a smirking face emoji?"

"We all know about the messages, and how she left you on read", Lily said surprising Lando

"Yeah, between Suzuka and Shangai, Max, Lance, Carlos and Mick were sending the screenshot to all of us", Oscar explained, "Well, of course not you"

"This is even worse", Lando almost cried

"Well, I think you are about to cry more", Max F laughed, "Look at the entrance"

With curiosity, the three looked at the entrance of the hospitality where you, Jack and Penelope were there, but you weren't wearing your jacket because of the weather and Jack was without his jacket

"Uncle Lando", Penelope exclaimed running towards him

"Hi P", Lando exclaimed hugging her, "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see you, and show them the place", Penelope explained before separating to go greet the others

"I hope we aren't intruding", you said, "P wanted to give us a tour around, and Kelly gave us permition, so here we are"

"It's okay, both of you are welcome to McLaren", Oscar assured

Greeting everyone, both of you sat in the lounge next to each other with Jack's arm behind your back, while Lando went with Penelope for something to drink

"I love your top, is so beautiful", you said to Lily, "It highlights your hair"

"Thank you", Lily smiled, "I like your glasses"

"Thanks, you want to try them?", you responded taking off your glasses and extending them to her

Feeling a bit shy to tell no, Lily took the sunglasses to put them on, at what Oscar took a photo of her

"They really protect from the sun?", Max F asked

"Yeah, after I bought them, I took them to my oculist and she aproved them, they have UV protection", you explained as Lily returned the glasses to you

Almost inmediatly, Penelope returned drinking a Capri-Sun to sit next to you while Lando started to pass packages of the juice because Penelope insisted on bring it to everyone

"P said you liked the orange flavor, so I hope this is okay", Lando said giving you and Jack the juices

"It's okay, thank you", Jack nodded, "By the way, congratulations on your first win"

"Thanks, did you watched the race?", Lando questioned sitting again

"Yeah, we basically saw the sprint and the qualy in LA, and then we saw the race in New York because we had the MET on monday, and I still don't know how they didn't kick us out of the hotel", Jack explained laughing, "Great day for being a McLaren fan"

"I can confirm that he was almost bouncing on the walls", you added, "And as half british, I was so happy to hear the anthem on the podium again"

"We have the trophy here, do you want to see it?", Lando questioned

"Of course", Jack exclaimed

Leaving the juices on the center table, both of them stood up to go were the trophy was placed, which ended up in a lot of photos taken with the trophy, until the three of you had to return to Red Bull

"Well, guys, it was nice meeting and talking but we need to go", you sighed taking P in your arms, while Jack got your purse, "Our presence is required at Red Bull, good luck at the race and I'll guess we'll see at the dinner-party after the race"

"Yeah, we'll be there", Lily nodded

"Perfect, good luck at the race, get in the points, a podium or two, be safe", you said while Jack opened the door

"Let's go McLaren", Jack exclaimed with your bag in his shoulder

"Bye", Penelope also exclaimed waving her hand

Once the door was closed and the three of you were out of view, Lando sighed in relief

"I thought he was going to kill me with his bare hands", Lando said which caused the rest to hold their laughs

"Or her", Oscar joked, "She carried P like she was a feather"

Back to the three of you, you were walking to the Red Bull garage since Max and Kelly gave you a time to return to be in time for the race and evade the chaos that was forming in the paddock

Arriving at the garage, you saw Kelly standing in the entrace at what you put P on the floor so she could go with her mom, but she decided to took yours and Jack's hands, at what Kelly decided to took a photo of the cute moment

"How was the tour?", Kelly asked once the three of you were walking inside the garage

"We went to visit uncle Lando", Penelope exclaimed without releasing your hands

"Really? How it was?", Kelly questioned focusing on you two

"It was good", Jack nodded, "They let us take photos with the Miami trophy"

"And they gave us Capri-Suns to drink", you added, "It was nice"

"Uncle Lando said that if I wear orange he was going to give me a new doll", Penelope mentioned, "But I only support dad and Maxie's teams"

"Good girl", Kelly smiled

"Besides Y/N and Jack gave me a new and beautiful doll", Penelope added refering to the American Girl doll that both of you decided to gift her, along with three changes of clothes, "Which I really, really, really love"

"And we love that you love her", you smiled, "We picked her specially for you"

Continuing with the walk to the garage where the cars where waiting to race across the streets of Monaco, ended up marveled by seeing them in person at what Kelly took Penelope's hand so you two could look at the cars better, while people from media were filming the moment

"They look even better in person", you murmured being careful to don't touch anything

"A sticker with our faces would make it better", Jack joked making you laugh

"The best part is that you can get on them", Max intervined with Checo by his side

"No way!", you exclaimed, "For real?"

"Yeah, they gave us permition, and we have three hours until the race, so it wasn't a problem", Checo explained

Before getting on the liveries, a small photoshoot was held next to the cars and in front of the garage, at what you and Jack got your jackets on again for the photos

Once the photos were done, the next thing was hoping into the liveries for a few photos, at what you decided to take off your boots leaving you in Strawberry Shortcake socks because you didn't wanted to accidentally break something

As you were getting into Checo's car with the help of a small ladder and his help, Jack was doing the same but in Max's car on the other side of the garage

"This is incredible", Jack exclaimed while the steering wheel was put in it's place

"This is a lot different than a NASCAR car, fancier", you pointed grabbing the steering wheel

"Gorgeous, let's do a little race", Jack exclaimed

"Let's do it", you exclaimed back, "Can someone please put tyres, please?"

Staying in the cars for a bit more, the media team took photos and videos of the moment until both of you had to get out to keep the cars safe for the race (even if the places for the race weren't the best, but anything can happen in Monaco)

"How did it felt?", Max asked once both of you were out

"Amazing, although is so small inside", Jack responded, "Doesn't feels a bit claustrophobic during races?"

"I mean, at first it is, when you start karting but as you climb categories, you get used to it", Checo explained, "And you are too focused on the race to think about the space"

"It felt a lot different to a NASCAR car", you commented, "Because in NASCAR you are completely seated, but in this you are almost lay down"

After talking for a bit more, they had to go to start preparing for the race, at what the two of you along with Kelly and Penelope went to the hospitality on the third floor to wait until the protocols and race starts, watching the F2 race and drinking Red Bull and eating some snacks

When it was time for the protocols, the four of you went down to the track for the anthem, staying at the back with the rest of the guests, and being joined by some of the wags whom were quick to introduce themselves, and you were happy to finally meet Kika in person after following each other on Instagram for a while

Finishing the anthem ceremony, the start grid became busier with all the people in there, at what the four of you returned to the Red Bull garage and to the hospitality floor to watch the race from the balcony with view to the starting grid and the race start, while Kelly and P stayend inside

"Bad Bunny was right when he said that F1 cars are faster in person", you mentioned as they sped up to start the race

"Also very loud", Jack mentioned, "Even with the heaphones, wait a second, I think something happened"

"One of the Ferrari's is out, I think is Carlos", you frowned seeing the screen in front anouncing a red flag, and then focus on Checo's car wrecked along with the two Haas, "Holy shit!"

"That looks horrible", Jack gasped

Entering the hospitality to watch what happened, everyone was shocked as well for the magnitude of the crash, so focusing again in the screens they showed Checo getting out of the car unharmed as well as the other two drivers, which ended up in a red flag and a delay of forty minutes

"The car wasn't a car anymore", you sighed sitting in the table, "It was crushed"

"They are repeating what happened", Jack pointed at the screens

Seeing the different angles of the crash was worse than seeing the wrecked car, and adding the incident between the two Alpines was more shocking for all the things that happened in the first lap

"That was wild", Jack concluded, "All in the first lap"

Waiting for the re-start, the four of you decided to eat lunch from the food they had in there while seeing what was happening during the red flag

Once the race started again, Charles was again liderating it with Oscar, Carlos and Lando behind him, and the rest of the drivers behind in the same order they started

Basically it was a kinda boring race, except for a few overtakes in the back, Lance's tyre falling out from his car while entering the pits, and also during one part of the race, you and Jack were put on the screen with Kelly and Penelope

As the last four laps started, both of you went to the balcony to watch the end of the race and the energy that the city was giving by seeing their driver lead the race, specially in the last lap when the yatchs and boats in the harbor started to honk their claxons as a form of celebration and more when Charles crossed the checkered flag claiming the victory

After the whole event ended, the mayority of the guests to the dinner/party where the first ones to left the paddock to get ready, but first you made the cookies you promised to Penelope

Following your 'Mamma Mia Birthday', you chose a lace white dress, blue platform heels, with your new Lady Dior that was a gift from the brand for the MET Gala, your new blue choker on top of your initial necklace, your hair was completely down in a wavy hairstyle, blue eyeshadow, cherry lipstick, with some silver rings and your Trinity Bracelet and Van Cleef and Arpels bracelet along your ear piercings

And matching with you, Jack decided to wear a baby blue short sleeved button up, white pants and white sneakers

Thanks to Penelope's dad living in the same building, she stayed with him for the night, so the four of you hop on the van waiting in the buildings parking lot and go to where the dinner/party was going to be held

"Charles and Alexandra are arriving later because they are at the royal dinner, Kevin and Nico aren't coming because they are having family time, Checo decided to return early to Guadalajara with his family, but they'll sent their gifts, and a few of the Prema kids are going to be there", Max informed on the way to the location, "And the rest are all coming, for what we now at the moment"

"Okay, this is going to be fun", you nodded

"My lost brother is going to be there?", Jack joked reffering to Ollie Bearman

"He'll be there", Max laughed

A few minutes later, the van stopped in the right location, at what the chauffer openned the door for the four of you in front of a yatch, specifically Max's

"This is the 'Money, Money, Money' that ABBA was talking about", you said to Jack seeing the yatch

"Literally", Jack agreeded circling your waist with his arm

"Come on guys, they are waiting for us", Max exclaimed from the entrance of the yatch with Kelly

Aproaching them, both of you walked into the luxurious yatch and going to the third floor where almost everyone was there, inmediatly greeting the ones you knew and meeting the ones you didn't, which included that Jack and Ollie met and took a few photos as 'lost brothers'

"Logan, nice to meet you", you said when Alex and Lily M introduce him to both of you, "My dad is a great fan of yours"

"He is?", Logan asked with surprise

"He is like the biggest", Jack responded while you looked for something in your phone, "Before we came here he told us to tell you that, and ask for an autograph"

"He also sent a message after the race", you said reading your phone, "He said: make sure to tell Logan that he had a great race today, that overtake was incredible, and don't give up because better times are coming, we also think that"

"That's really amazing to hear, thank you very much", Logan nodded

A bit later, Charles and Alexandra finally arrived so the yatch left the harbor to be a few metters into the sea and start the dinner/party

"Before we start I have a few anouncements to say", Max spoke taking the microphone from the DJ booth, "There won't be alcohol because we are in a yatch in the middle of the sea, so-"

Interrupting the small speech, Daniel throwed at him a napkin in a small ball at his face, what made everyone of you to giggle

"Anyways, for our own safety we'll be drinking Almave, thank you Lewis"

"Anything for my MET kids", Lewis smiled

"Why there won't be alchol?", Lando asked

"Look at your nose", Max simply said, "Also because I have to return them to America in one piece, so have fun, enjoy the food, don't fall overboard and don't break anything"

Once the speech was over and Max left the microphone, the talks between everyone continued while Lando went to the DJ booth with Max F to prepare the music

"Babe, I'm going with the girls to get something to drink", you told Jack while holding hands, "Want to come?"

"Yeah, I'll go in a moment, I'm just going to remind Lando to put ABBA songs", Jack nodded

"You are going with your new best friend", you joked poking his ribs

"I mean, I made sure he's not a threat, so he's fine", Jack smiled, "I won't hurt him"

"I love when you kinda return to your Ethan Landry phase", you giggled

"I know you do, sweet dumb thing", that last thing he said it in your ear increasing your giggles

"Where's Y/N?", you heard Kika exclaimed at what both of you turned to the direction of the bar to see how Tiffany was lifting her, "Return her to us, you have her all the time"

"Looks like I've been summoned", you joked

Separating ways for a moment, you went with the girls, while Jack walked to the DJ booth surprising (or more like scaring) Lando and Max F

"Hey, can I make a few suggestions for the music?", Jack asked

"Yeah, sure, no problem", Lando nodded

"Perfect, ABBA songs because this is her 'Mamma Mia' birthday, Y/N loves Taylor Swift but be careful if you put sad songs specially from 'The Tortured Poets Department' or any album, and her musical taste is very open so everything will be okay, but she really loves Sabrina Carpenter, Madison Beer, Beyonce, Chappell Roan, Labrynth, Doja Cat, The Weekend, Megan Thee Stallion, Reneé Rapp, Demi Lovato, Kendrick Lamar, Bad Bunny, Lil Nas X", Jack explained quickly, "Oh and she participated in a lot of musical plays during middle and high school, do you think you can work with that?"

"Yeah, sure, is enough, thank you", Lando responded at what Jack smiled before going to the bar with you, "I got lost at Taylor Swift"

"Shut the hell up", Max F sighed

From another part of the room, George, Lance, Carlos, Zhou, Ollie, Dino and Kimi were watching the scene in front of them

"For a moment I thought Jack was going to kill Lando", George commented

"Nah, he's too good to do it", Lance responded

"Besides he wouldn't ruin hermanita's birthday party", Carlos shrudded taking a sip of his drink, "He's not like that"

"I'm a bit lost", Kimi interrupted

"Oh right, you don't know", Lance exclaimed

"It's actually so funny", Ollie laughed

"More like embarrasing", Zhou pointed

"You know?", Dino asked Ollie

"Charles told me about it", Ollie nodded

"The context is that Y/N, the girl in the white dress, recieved a message from Lando two years ago, and she left him on read", George explained showing them the screenshot of the messages at what the young ones started to laugh, "And the boy who was with Lando, is Jack, her boyfriend, and he played Ghostface recently, which is why Lando is scared"

"And her dad is also Ghostface, the first one to be clear", Lance specified

Interrupting all the conversations, the melody of 'Dancing Queen' by ABBA started at what everyone started to fill the dance floor and start the party, that lasted until the wee hours of the morning

After four days of recovering of the party, hanging out a bit more and packing the things that you got in the new extra suitcases that both of you bought (which included merch from all the teams and drivers, some with autographs, and even from their personal brands), the time to return to LA had arrived, which was very sad for all of you, specially the goodbyes

"I don't want you to go", Penelope cried hugging you and Jack as both of you were kneeling on the floor to be at her height, "I want you to stay here"

"I know sweetpea", you sighed separating from the hug but holding her hands, "But as you got your home here, we also have ours across the sea"

"And we also have to go and take care of our cats", Jack added

"Butters and Tatum?", Penelope asked

"Yeah, just like all of you take care and love Jimmy and Sassy, we need to do the same with Butters and Tatum", Jack explained

"But remember that the doors of our homes are always open, and if you want to talk to us, you can ask your mom or Max to call us", you told her trying to console her, "So please don't cry because we'll see each other again"

Without crying this time, Penelope hug both of you again causing a few small tears to fall of yours and Jacks eyes, once the hug ended, the three of you walked where Kelly was since she gave space for the goodbye with P

"Thank you so much for letting us stay in your house during this week", you said to Kelly while hugging her

"Just like we said before, we weren't letting you be in the city by your own", Kelly said sepparating from the hug and then hug Jack before sepparating, "Take care, okay? We'll try to plan something during summer break to see if we can visit LA, if you want"

"That would be nice", Jack nodded

Saying goodby again to Kelly and Penelope, both of you turned around to leave the country, the two of you walked to the private plane where Max was waiting outside, entering the flying transport, both of you sat in the seats where your travel bags were, while Max sat next to Lando and Carlos who were also travelling because of the next race which was Canada

Before the plane could leave the land, you and Jack sent the combined family groupchat messages telling that you were on the plane on the way back home

"I know there wasn't any alcohol at the party but I feel wasted", you sighed putting on the hood of your TTPD beige hoodie, which you paired with black leggings and black crocs, "Even after a few days"

"It's probably because of all the packing and organizing our things", Jack said playing with baby dragon Jake, "We basically played Tetris with our suitcases"

"How many merch did you recieved?", Lando asked

"Two bottles of Almave for each of us, a bottle of Patrón each, a box of KitKats each, the Quadrant merch that you gave us, pieces of +44 for each, Alex sent us some clothes, and also Daniel gave us clothes", Jack enlisted, "And we also have to count all of the teams merch, and all the things we bought, which includes our new suitcases"

"Literally the appartment was a mess of boxes and plastic wrap", Max commented, "Jimmy and Sassy were enjoy it"

"Thank God I'm turning my brother's room into my new closet", you mentioned with humour, at what the drivers looked at you with shock, "I mean, he doesn't live in the house anymore and I'm currently using his room as a storage room, this is an upgrade"

"And what will happen to your current closet?", Carlos questioned

"I'll turn it into a little shrine with my things of VFX make up and small gifts and things", you explained, "Of course not like the one in Scream VI, that is full of crimes evidence"

"And of course no one will die there, I know what is like", Jack joked

"Where you a victim of Ghostface?", Lando asked with interest

"I was Ghostface, I got killed with a lot of stabs and a TV in the head, like Stu Macher", Jack responded, "But I had three kills before, one off-screen and the other two on-screen"

Hearing that, Lando only thought that he should've searched who was texting before sending those messages two years ago

The rest of the flight was spent between everyone sleeping, even thought during a few hours Jack woke up and borrowed your Nintendo Switch to play 'Dead by Daylight' who was soon joined by Max who woke up for a little bit

Once the plane entered the area of LA during the early morning, the stewards wake everyone of you to be prepared for the landing

"Who is coming to get you?", Max asked you and Jack

"My dad is in another city for a convention this weekend", you responded

"And my mom went to a microbiologists retirement, she returns tomorrow", Jack responded

Deciding that the best thing will be taking you both to your house, the five of you went into a van where you put the direction of your house, since it was closer to the airport, on the GPS and start the road, arriving when the sun started to came out

"And we are here", Max anounced as the van stopped in front of your house, "This is nice"

"Thank you, we have a cultive garden, pool, gym, wood workshop and memorabilia from movies and series, also NASCAR, and also works as VFX make up workshop", you mentioned as the bags and suitcases were unloaded from the van, "And we have a cat"

"Thank you so much for the trip, it was fun", Jack said when all the luggage was in the fron porch, "We really enjoyed it"

"It was really nice to have you in there, for the race and this whole week", Max nodded

"Don't forget that both of you are coming at Las Vegas for the race for your birthday", Carlos mentioned palming Jack's back, "The Ferrari garage will be happy to host both of you"

"What are you talking about?", Max frowned, "They are part of Red Bull now"

"McLaren also exist, they spent like half an hour with us on race day", Lando intervined

"Cabrón, you sent her an embarrasing message two years ago", Carlos exclaimed

Seeing as their little fight was going to last a few more minutes, you and Jack decided to enter the house along with your luggage leaving them in there

skeetulrich, lilyzneimer, bonnieaarons1, zhouguanyu24, melissabarreram, misstrinitybliss, sabrinacarpenter and 759, 279 more

yn.ulrich and jackchampion so... we went to Monaco, if you didn't notice, this can be considered as the part two of the nepo babies thing

Thank you so much to redbullracing for having us during the race and for letting us sit in maxverstappen1 and schecoperez cars

Also shotout to Max and kellypiquet for being mama and papa duck and letting us stay in their house, taking us around the city and letting us 'adopt' Penelope, you are the best!

P.D.: karting in Monaco hits different

redbullracing Great to have both of you in our garage!

maxverstappen1 please don't call me papa duck again

› yn.ulrich okay Sid

› user606 this is so siblings coded

schecoperez glad to finally meet you guys, hopefully the next race you attend will be better for us

user907 going to Monaco on your 'Mamma Mia' birthday is so iconic

carolamtz1 ❤❤

kellypiquet we love you kids ❤

julrich21 did you bring me something?

› yn.ulrich yeah, a contract to be Red Bull clown

› danielricciardo HAHAHAHA

user201 fan of your relationship 🥰🫀

› user745 YOU DID NOT COMMENTED THAT 💀

› user201 what does that mean?? I saw it in another couples account and I thought it was cute

› user745 just search about the Angela Aguliar/Christian Nodal thing

thebutterschronicles mom, dad, Tatum and I would like to know who are those cats

› jackchampion those are your new cousins, Jimmy and Sassy

user386 I just know that Y/N was crying when saying goodbye to P

not.scott.dissick we want to go next time

› jackchampion pack your bags my child

› not.scott.dissick mom and dad are taking us on a fieldtrip sarah_woods abbycutie noahtwitch

user446 being invited by one of the drivers instead of the team is like elite behavior

francisca.cgomes we all need to go on a girls brunch next time

› yn.ulrich OMG YESS

› flavy.barla count me in

› carmenmmundt me too

› lilymhe same

› lailahasanovic just set a date

› iamrebeccad me too

› alexandrasaintmleux can i bring leo?

› user739 did we just witnessed the welcome of Y/N to the wags club??

[personwhowrites]

TF141 reaction to reader doing a russian reload?

This is really hilarious to me because I done bots for character ai on Ghost, Price and König reacting to you doing the Russian reload. Anywho!

John Captain Price

Price didn’t see it at first, he thought nothing of it until you did it again. It clearly surprised him, he wasn’t never told you had Russian roots.

He does question you, like a lot. Price develops this trust issue, since he has been through a lot already and that added to it. Price does try to maintain calm near you but finds it impossible knowing you might be hiding other things from him and the team.

If you are a Russian spy he would immediately turn you in. No questions asked, he can’t risk the men on his team. It would be hard for him to come to terms you were a spy. Someone that couldn’t be trusted, over so much bonding time.

If you weren’t a Russian spy but somehow How knew how to reload the guns like that. price would take you out the habit and make sure you never do it again. If you do, he slightly lectures you.

“Y/n.. please know I’m doing this for your own good.” Price says, his hands on his hips. “It’s has to.. reload like that. Especially in abase with a British and Americans here..”

“Sorry..”

Kyle Gaz Garrick

Kyle, well he knew something was off about you the moment you stepped into the base. Your form to do this seemed out of place to be British, your accent was.. too strong. More forced than Ghost, Price and himself. He didn’t want to tell anyone when he saw you reload the gun.

Kyle wasn’t sure if he saw it correctly, but finally managed to talk to you. Started to ask you, pressure you into answering if you were Russian. Having a past with Russians he starts to feel off of around you, Kyle starts making big distance between you and him. Price catches on and asks Kyle what’s happening.

Kyle rats you out to price, which he felt bad about. He didn’t want to make your life hell, for you to be locked up in an interrogation room. If you did turn out to be Russian spy all that guilt would go away, immediately.

If you weren’t Russian and you just had a habit of reloading your guns he would feel terrible. To the point he would apologize none stop, when you two crossed paths. He would try to help you out to get out the habit of reloading guns like that. Kyle wanted to make sure no one else made the same mistake he did.

“..Y/n Im so sorry it’s just.”. Kyle pauses and takes a deep breath. “I.. assume you were..”

“..It’s okay..” You reply patting his arm. “We can later look back at this and have a good laugh..”

John Soap Mactavish

Soap would be minding his own business in the firing range. He didn’t expect less or more from you, Soap never really payed attention to anything. Yet that one day he did, he saw you reload. It wasn’t just a silly mistake, oh no no you fully reloaded every single time the same.

Soap would waste no time and handcuff you with zip ties. He would embarrase you by dragging you out, saying ‘got myself a Russian.’ Little did he know those words would he the death of your career. Price would take you away for interrogation, Soap would try to go in the room to see you but Price wouldn’t let him.

If you were a Russian spy he would feel some sort of guilt for exposing you. All that joke turned out to be true, and now he is torn between being glad he caught you or.. sad that he did.

If you weren’t a Russian spy and like the past others told them that you have a habit or reloading guns like that. My guy.. he would feel like the worst leader/Sargent, he almost ruined your career before even asking you why you reloaded like that. He would do anything opening doors for you, giving you small gifts/candy to make up for his mistakes.

“..Y/n Im so sorry..” Soap says shaking his head. “I should have asked instead of..”

“It’s okay.. I suppose..” You mumble and sigh. “I don’t like mint chocolate..”

Simon Ghost Riley

Ghost always had this suspicion of you, when he saw you reload the gun. He immediately has all his suspicions confirmed. Like soap he didn’t waste no time, he put zip ties on your wrist and dragged you to Price office. Ghost felt disgusted knowing you been lying and possibly have been a rat on their missions.

Ghost always has a grudge against you. The others didn’t know why, but as soon as he told them what you did. It clicked, Ghost guy has been telling you were bad news to the base, possibly a rat. He didn’t even bother to let you explain yourself. Ghost would be the one that interrogate you, no questions asked.

If you were a Russian spy, he would have to hold his anger back. Knowing his gut was right, and him rejecting it. Price would have to take him out the room and let yourself turn yourself in. Ghost wouldn’t even want you to live at the point, all he saw red..

If you weren’t a Russian spy he would deny it. Ghost wouldn’t drop it all, forcing you take a lie detector test over and over. Until he finally saw you were telling the truth. Ghost after that would put a lot of distance between the two of you. He hated that he almost harmed you, almost made you break under his ways. Ghost wouldn’t apologize in any way, he would just.. stare at you for long periods of times regretting his mistake.

[crypt-void]

So I have this bit, right? It's been a while since I've done it, but if I bring it up with my friends, they can still easily understand or remember the joke.

It's called the Dan Rules. It's often comedically egotistical and vain and was made because out of our little group, it was a joke that I am (as an act) an eccetric (maybe enigmatic if I'm feeling fancy) person who does whatever the hell I want.

If people thought to question my behavior, it was often quickly followed with a "that's just Dan" from my friends and easily dismissed. Sure, some of my boldness was probably left over from my middle school years, where I felt I had to lean into my weirdness completely so people would see me more as a joke than a freak.

But then I found myself in a safe, accepting environment, one where the need to bite and snarl and run away never came. I waited a while for it to arrive for me to feel the need to play the part of the fool for my newfound companions entertainment. It shocked me when I was left with genuine love and compassion. I leaned out of self-deprecating humor and completely into the (very obviously joking and fake) role of an egotistical short and angry ruler. For fucks sake we still have the name of the group chat as "Dantopia". I still did the bit to entertain my friends, to keep them laughing at my antics. But this time, it was accompanied by my own laughter. I enjoyed a new sense of freedom it brought.

The Dan Rules came out of when we were messing around, and I'd lean into this foolish king role, and I would proclaim something insane or childish. A popular one was, "Dan is never wrong." Often followed by a warranted scoff.

But the second rule is a good one, I think, one that really shone through as a reminder that I am not now who I was before.

"I do what I want."

I hadn't had much freedom before I met my current group of friends. I was quiet and kept quiet at times. I felt muzzled and chained, and as if I was a dog because someone forced a collar around my throat and pulled me on a leash.

It wasn't only that I didn't have the choice of self-expression, though. I'd also seen what happened to people who gave too much into reckless. I grew up with the weight of their actions carried on my shoulders, and while I have always been bold in my identity and beliefs, I was quiet and still when presented the opportunities to escape from situations where people kicked me down for who I was. I feared what would happen if I left my old group. Ironically, this fear led me to be isolated.

I found myself almost completely alone in the pandemic, and my only saving grace was a new school with new people. New people who didn't tell me to shut up or that I was ugly or that I needed to stop acting like an animal or they'd treat me like one. Instead, I met friends who handled me gently and taught me it was okay to hug just as it's okay to bark, and they welcomed me. I felt at home. I felt as if I knew myself completely.

So, with the second rule, which I still follow to this day, I added a private note.

"I do what I want. Because I can trust myself to."

Know thyself

I can trust myself to bark or scowl or growl just as much as I can to love and kiss and hug. I can stay aware of what is and isn't good and how much or how little I can trust someone. I can be bold and loving all at once and welcome others with open arms and flashing fangs.

I am in complete control over myself, and even when I am doing something so I can see my friends laugh, I am also doing it because I can, and I do what I want.

[666writingcafe]

Checking In

Lucifer

Once my brothers are settled in for the evening, I quietly leave the House and begin walking back to the castle. I need to apologize to Diavolo for what happened a few hours ago, but more importantly, I need to see Zephyr. I haven't quite decided whether to yell at them or comfort them.

The exhausted look in their eyes as they answer the door to one of the spare bedrooms tells me that they're not in the mood for a lecture.

Normally, that doesn't stop me from giving one, but for some reason, I can't find it in me to berate Zephyr for their actions. Not even a little bit.

They walk over to the desk they have set up and start looking through various papers. I make my way over to the bed and sit on the side facing them.

"Shouldn't you be resting?" I ask.

"Can't," Zephyr answers, more focused on their work than on me.

"Can't, or won't?" They glare at me briefly. "Simply a question, Zephyr. Nothing more."

"I have to distract myself. If I don't keep myself busy, I'm going to kill Solomon."

"For calling you 'MC'?" That got their attention. They look like they're moments away from biting my head off.

"Listen, I understand why you're upset."

"Do you?" they bark angrily.

"You trusted him to keep your old identity a secret, yes?" Zephyr blinks awkwardly before closing their eyes and taking a deep breath.

"I'm sorry, Lucifer. I didn't mean to snap at you like that. It's just..." Another deep breath as their eyes begin watering.

"It's okay. Take your time."

"I'll be fine." Sighing, they leave their desk and sit beside me on the bed.

"Do you want to know why I answered Diavolo's ad in the paper?" they ask me. I shrug.

"I assumed it was for the money." Zephyr shakes their head.

"I had to make the transition alone. I didn't want you guys to have the same experience I did, because it was rough."

"You weren't always a demon?" Another sigh.

"I was born human, Lucifer."

Oh. That explains a few things.

"I come from a long line of powerful and notorious sorcerers," they continue. "Everyone in my family wants to cause as much chaos as possible simply because they find it hilarious to watch people suffer. I didn't participate in any of their illegal and shady activities, obviously, but I still had a target on my back. No matter where I went in the human world, people were on the hunt for me. I was more or less a fugitive, and all because I was related to a whole bunch of criminals.

"Then one day, I met a group of demons. They were part of an organization that granted humans asylum in the Devildom. I told them my story, and they not only encouraged me to seek it out, but they also made sure that my application was approved as quickly as possible. However, that meant shedding all my ties to the human world and becoming a full-fledged demon. Shortly after I arrived here, the organization was forced to dissolve, and any evidence of its existence disappeared without a trace."

I'm not surprised something like that happened. If Diavolo is telling me the truth about his father, then I have no doubt that he had a heavy hand in annihilating that organization.

"So where does Solomon come in all this?"

"He's worked with my family over the course of my childhood. I was told he was a friend, but I learned at a very young age to not trust anyone that they liked."

"And yet you have his mark on you."

"That's because when we reconnected several years later, I learned that he was trying to become a more reputable sorcerer. Of course, I didn't believe him at first, but then I started hearing good things about him from people I did trust. Eventually, I wanted to help him with his goal, and so I agreed to enter a pact with him."

"I see."

Well, no wonder Zephyr's able to remain calm around us. We probably seem like a fucking cake walk compared to what they've been through. And having to do it all by themselves on top of it?

I feel a strange mix of emotions: sadness, anger, and...

Pride.

Which makes very little sense. How can I be proud of someone that I barely know? They're just our attendant, after all.

Or are they?

Tears threaten to spill out of Zephyr's eyes again.

I shouldn't stay here. Maybe I can flag down one of Diavolo's servants and have them get tissues or something for them.

But I have to remain professional. Who knows what would happen if I give in?

My heart beats my brain. Soon, I'm holding Zephyr in my arms as they quietly cry into my chest.

Memories of me comforting my siblings like this begin playing in my head. Is Zephyr family? They've certainly integrated quite well into ours, but that's only so that they can better assist us, right?

And yet the way they're grabbing onto me...

Eventually, they pull back, and as I let go of them, our eyes meet. For one brief yet scary moment, they look exactly like Lilith.

I lean in and kiss their forehead, for old time's sake.

But then my brain takes over again, and I'm suddenly questioning everything I just did.

"Sorry," I mumble, scrambling to get out of that room before I do something stupid again. I shouldn't be feeling this way about them. Even if they weren't born a demon, that doesn't change the fact that they've been one for much longer than me and my brothers have. I still have to lead by example, and I can't do that if I'm too busy fawning over them.

Who cares what they think? You deserve to be happy.

I'm going to need some time alone to think.

~~~

A Few Days Later

A Text Conversation

Lucifer: Are you doing okay?

Zephyr (MC): That's funny. I was about to text you the very same question.

Lucifer: Of course you were.

Zephyr: To answer your question, I'm doing better. Might even head back to the cottage soon.

Lucifer: That's good.

Lucifer: Listen, I want to properly apologize to you for what happened.

Zephyr: Which part?

Lucifer: Me running away.

Zephyr: *wide-eyed emoji*

Lucifer: What did you expect me to say, that I regretted comforting you when you needed it?

Zephyr: Kind of, yeah.

Lucifer: I know it seemed that way at the time, but I can assure you, that wasn't it at all.

Lucifer: It's taken me a bit for me to admit this, but I was scared.

Zephyr: Of?

Lucifer: My feelings.

Lucifer: The positive ones, I mean.

Zephyr: *confused sticker*

Lucifer: If it's alright with you, I'd like to get to know you more.

Zephyr: In a friendly way?

Lucifer: Something like that.

Zephyr: Lucifer...

Lucifer: Yes?

Zephyr: Why the indirect answer?

Lucifer: I'm still getting used to the idea of seeing you as more than simply an attendant. Please be patient with me.

Zephyr: Of course.

Zephyr: Are you wanting to do something low key, or do I need to find a fancy outfit?

Lucifer: *confused sticker*

Zephyr: Just trying to gauge where you're at, whether you're simply wanting to become friends or wishing for something more than that.

Lucifer: *several wide-eyed emojis*

Zephyr: Alright then. Low key it is. How about a nice stroll through one of the parks? Wear whatever makes you feel comfortable. No pressure to do anything beyond walking and talking, and you can leave whenever for whatever reason, even if it's because you're simply sick of hearing the sound of my voice droning on and on.

Lucifer: *a few laughing emojis*

Lucifer: Sounds good. Just let me know when and where.

Taglist: @lost-in-time-wanderer, @fuzztacular, @dianedancer18, @sweetbrier2908, @flare-love, @completelyshatteredbrokenmschf, @thunderlightning351, @l3v1chan, @anxious-chick, @5mary5, @expressionless-fr, @tenkobitch

[gallifreyanhotfive]

Do you have any recommendations on Dr. Who books/audio format things? I haven't watched the show in a bit because Moffat wasn't my thing and I can't seem to find the old stuff. (If you have any advice on where to find that too I would be very grateful) Following your blog has been a nice reminder of why I liked the show so much. Hope you have a good day!

Aw thank you! Depending on your location, you can find classic who episodes either on BBC iPlayer or Tubi (with ads).

As for books/audios, I'll try to keep this brief as I could write an essay on this.

For books, my favorite author is Kate Orman. Orman writes wonderfully, and my personal favorite is The Year of the Intelligent Tigers. I also really liked Goth Opera, Camera Obscure, History 101, Autumn Mist, Lungbarrow, Divided Loyalties, Somewhere Never etc etc etc etc (so many more but I'm forcing myself to stop here). You can often find free versions of basically every novel (at least all I've looked for) on the internet either as pdfs or epubs or whatever. The Internet Archive is particularly useful. Some examples:

And now for the audios! I personally have sold my soul to Big Finish. I have literally hundreds of recommendations. They do have some audios for free, such as those that came from the Paul Spragg Memorial Competition. You can also find a lot of them (up until Zagreus I think) for free on Spotify. There is also almost always a killer sale going on on the website on top of that too.

As for my recommendations, it's pretty dependent on what Doctor or companion you want to listen to. They even have series centered on UNIT, Romana's Gallifrey, Benny Summerfield, and a ton of other things (including a Masterful special that just had a bunch of Masters fucking around and finding out). I'll put in some of my favorites, one for each Doctor, from what I own (which is far from everything, but I do my best).

One: The Sontarans. It was the first time the Doctor had ever encountered the Sontarans, so he was unfamiliar with them. It takes place during Dalek Master Plan, so Steven and Sara are there.

Two: Lords of the Red Planet! It's a good Ice Warrior origin story and has Jamie and Zoe in it. :)

Three: Terror of the Master. I had pre-ordered it as soon as I heard about it. Three....Delgado Master....what more do you want from an audio? It's narrated by Jon Culshaw.

Four: The Wrath of the Iceni. It was a brilliant historical with Four and Leela and Boudica. Leela gets quite a lesson in this one, first being mad at Four for not helping Boudica and then at Boudica for being cruel.

Okay now we are getting into my favorite Doctors (5-8), so these decisions are going to get difficult.

Five: The Kingmaker! Shakespeare spikes Five's drink to get him absolutely wasted to sneak on the TARDIS, the TARDIS gets hiccups as a result, leading to Peri and Erimem being separated from the Doctor. Shenanigans ensue.

Six: Doctor Who and the Pirates. Six and Evelyn have a really meaningful discussion with one of her depressed students. The third part is a musical!

Seven: The Shadow of the Scourge. Benny Ace and Seven against 8th dimensional eldritch abominations. Seven gets turned into one of these insectoids, and body horror ensues.

Eight: Oh dear I can't choose. At the moment, probably the Great War from Dark Eyes 1. Eight meets Molly and is still grieving here. He is very much doomed by the narrative.

War: The Neverwhen. Lots of the War Doctor is good if you like Time War horror, but this one has a lot of time-as-a-weapon and is well written.

Nine: Battle Scars. A nice short story about that one family Nine saved from the Titanic mentioned in the episode Rose. Has a really fantastic girl in it and a Nine dripping in PTSD.

Ten: The Time Reaver. Ten and Donna! There's this gun that basically slows down time for a single person, so that a few minutes for everyone else is centuries for them. Ten is a self sacrificing dope.

Eleven: The Geronimo boxset is the best in my opinion, but I haven't been able to listen to many of these yet.

Twelve: Another one I haven't managed to buy a lot of yet, but Dead Media is amazing. It's written to sound like a podcast with adverts and everything and is set during his time at St. Luke's. And I cried at the end.

Anyway, I'll shut up now. This was so much fun! Thank you!