#and I should have checked how windy it was

[elprupneerg]

Hate when I go out on an adventure and then end up with a sensory bad that makes me shut down and have Difficulties. Hate when it pushes my gf into having to take care of things and push past her own limits. Hate getting misgendered a whole lot. Hate having to put extra spoons into being nice and then having negative spoons for handling sensory time and Difficulties. Hate pushing my gf into also being in negative spoons

[authorhjk1]

Idol Competition

IU X Kang Seulgi

IU sits on the couch in her apartment, her phone in her hand. It's 9:55 am on a Monday. The fourth of December to be exact.

Five more minutes. She has five more minutes until her deadline. IU wonders if she is able to still pull it off. It's quite cold outside, so she expected her to not go through with it. But the other woman sounded more than confident.

Lee Ji-eun checks the chat history on her KakaoTalk app. No picture to proof her accomplished mission yet. IU smirks. Four minutes left.

Is this it? Is this going to be the moment she wins this competition? It has been going on for months now. The two women come up with new challenges almost every day.

Kang Seulgi had two days for this one. IU sees the six turn into a seven. Three more minutes. Even if she could do it in the cold, she would still need to find someone to do it with her. IU wonders who could be crazy enough.

But then again, it's Seulgi. She is a famous woman. And really pretty. There is no doubt that someone would say yes.

Two more minutes.

IU is already thinking about the prize. Although you could say that every mission was a prize itself already.

Her phone vibrates and Ji-eun sighs in disappointment. She clicks on the picture Kang Seulgi send her just now.

The younger woman is kneeling on a blanket. It's visibility windy, her hair flying in all directions behind her. The waves of the ocean are captured on the left side of the picture.

It could have been a normal picture of a woman on a beach. Except for the fact that Seulgi is completely naked. And that it looks like she just good a facial.

IU zooms in on her face. She licks her lips as she sees how well someone came on her competitor's face.

Seulgi is smiling into the camera, hands behind her back, pushing her tits a little forward.

"How often did you get caught?"

IU bites one of her nails as she sees the notification that Seulgi is typing a response.

"Twice. The second guy even stayed and watched while I got my face fucked."

IU moans at the thought. She remembers the challenge from two weeks ago.

Seulgi made her go shopping without her credit card. When she wanted to buy something, she had to convince the seller with something else. It didn't matter if it was a man or a woman, IU did her best to buy as much as she could. In the end, she got caught by a young couple in the isle of some store, her face a mess while the seller was abusing her throat.

"Was it very cold?"

"It was alright. Sex makes you warm real quick."

IU chuckles at Seulgi's message.

"Do you already have something in mind for me? Or do I need to wait?"

Ji-eun's eyes widen when she sees Seulgi's next text.

"Go to SSHS."

That's Seoul Science High School.

"Find a student who is younger than 20 and give him the best school day of his life."

IU can't help but let her hand slide underneath her shorts. Being over thirty years old already, she recently discovered that this is somewhat a new kink of hers. Younger guys who are almost half her age. Legal of course, but young. This could be her chance to freely enjoy this kink of hers.

"Deal."

"You've only today. Should be a piece of cake for a slut like you."

"I love you too."

IU teases her back, before getting off the couch. What to wear for her visit to high school?

Ji-eun walks towards her closet. Should she dress up as a teacher? Or a student?

She can feel how wet these thoughts make her pussy. The idea of letting some young man fuck her, forces IU to move her hand back into her shorts. She let's herself sink into her bed, while looking at the opened closet. Her head falls back as she starts to finger herself.

IU nervously looks around, before reaching inside the bookshelf. Now that she is here, she is way more cautious. It was surprisingly easy to get inside the school building, considering that strangers are not allowed.

Wearing her mask, Ji-eun was able to pass as a teacher while walking through the hallways. She is now standing in the library. The perfect place for her challenge in her opinion.

Now that she has placed her phone inside the bookshelf to record the proof, she is looking around to find the right guy.

"Ms. Lee?"

IU turns around on instinct, her heart sinking. Did she actually get caught already?

"I apologize. I thought you were our homeroom teacher."

The young girl apologizes. She doesn't seem to recognize her. IU takes a deep breath, relieved that she is fine.

"It's alright. Can I help you anyways?"

She tries to act natural, hoping the girl won't catch on.

"Yeah. Me and my boyfriend are looking for the right textbooks for our research. I'm not old enough and he lost his library card. We wanted to ask Ms. Lee for help."

Ji-eun nods. Does that mean her boyfriend is at least eighteen? She knows you have to be over eighteen to borrow specific books from the library.

"I'm sorry, I can't help you with that. You better ask Ms. Lee."

"Thanks, teacher."

The young girl bows and walks towards a table. A guy, who seems to be her boyfriend, is waiting for her there.

IU can't help but bite her lip. The first guy she finds looks quite handsome as well. She doubts he could resist her. After all, relationships in high school aren't serious anyways.

She watches the girl leave the library, before walking over.

As expected, it only takes a couple of words, before IU takes the boy's hand and leads him towards the bookshelf. He just turned eighteen four months ago. Just the right age to fulfill this fantasy.

She can feel his stare on her legs as she walks in front of him. Ji-eun deliberately chose this outfit. It's not too revealing, but it highlights her long, flawless legs.

Once the pair reaches the shelf where IU put her phone, she turns around.

"I will make sure that you enjoy yourself."

She gets on her knees in front of him.

IU expected him to not last very long, but here she is. Her face pressed against books about biology as she gets fucked from behind. The recording must be ten minutes long already, plenty of footage for Seulgi to enjoy later on.

Ji-eun was able to stay mostly quiet up until now. The guy's pace keeps increasing as he starts to reach his limit. She feels his young cock in her wet pussy, enjoying the fact that he is barely older than half her age. She never doubted herself. She knew every guy wants to fuck her. Whatever their age.

"Turn me around."

IU is close to her own orgasm herself. The student does as she says, turning her around to face him. She leans against the bookshelf, staring at the one across the isle. That's where her phone is hidden. Her dark, lustfilled eyes are glued to the camera as he starts to thrust into her again.

Her small Gucci shorts are lying at Ji-eun's feet. She wasn't wearing underwear, knowing she would have to take it off anyways.

"You fuck me so good."

She whispers into his ear as she places her head onto his shoulder.

His hands hold her small waist, pounding her into the shelf full of books.

"Fuck!"

IU is unable to not moan loudly, when she finally cums. Her pussy contracting around the young guy's cock, making him orgasm as well. She can't believe how good this felt. How good it still feels.

This was a better fuck than what she expected. Not just because he is way younger.

As he let's his cock slip out of her, IU watches his cum drip out of her pussy. She can't blame him. Her pussy is just so incredibly tight when she cums.

"Oh fuck."

Seulgi sighs as she cums on her fingers. Her phone is in the other hand, her screen showing IU's new video. Seulgi knew she could pull it of, but never expected it to be this hot. The way Ji-eun looked at the camera while she got railed into the bookshelf....

Seulgi tries to collect herself as she hears her members walk around. Yeri and Joy both seem to be in a very good mood today.

With shaky fingers, she starts typing on her phone.

"What do you have for me?'

Seulgi is genuinely curious. At this point the two of them did pretty much everything. She doesn't even know what task she should give IU after this one.

"The two of us have a music show soon, right?"

"Yeah."

"If that hot camera man is there again, I want you to suck him off, while I watch."

Seulgi remembers the face fucking on the beach mere hours ago.

"Deal."

"Why don't you cum on my pretty face, hmm?"

Seulgi kneels in front of the young man, stroking his cock. IU is sitting on the couch behind her, watching and getting herself off. IU's dressing room looks like it has become a scene of some dirty movie as Seulgi wraps her lips around the man's cock once more. Her head bobs up and down, making him groan and take a fistful of her hair.

Seulgi's pussy feels even wetter than usual, probably because she has someone watching. She wants to prove to IU that she is the better one at sucking cock.

"Are you enjoying your reward?"

IU sighs as she looks at the guy, who's eyes are glued to Seulgi's face. He nods, unable to understand how ge got himself into this. When he started working, he never expected someone like Seulgi to walk up to him after the show, asking if he wants some head.

She is now doing her best to make him cum, her slow blowjob proving enough for the guy eventually.

While IU has her hand rub her pussy, she watches how he starts cuming on Seulgi's face. Rope after rope of his cum stains her skin, some of it getting into her eyes.

Seulgi let's out a satisfied hum as she starts to clean his cock.

"You taste delicious."

She gives his tip one last kiss, before he starts to pull up his pants. There is another group about to perform.

As the two women watch him leave, Seulgi takes some of the tissues from the small coffee table and starts to clean her face.

"Anything else?"

Seulgi shakes her head.

"I can't come up with a good idea."

IU sighs as she licks her fingers clean. She enjoys the taste of her pussy just as much as the guys who eat her out.

"Me neither. I was afraid this would happen."

"So what now? Do we end this in a tie?"

IU raises and eyebrow.

"Do you think you are better slut than me?"

Seulgi shrugs her shoulders.

"Let's just say I got two faicals today. What about you?"

IU shakes her head.

"We can't end it like this."

The notification sound of Seulgi's phone interrupts their conversation. The younger woman unlocks her phone, before scrolling around.

"What are you doing?"

She sees Seulgi bit her lip as she seems to read something.

"There is another smut fic about me."

"You actually read those?"

"They are hot. I like how my fans think about me."

She gives IU a wink, before she keeps reading the new post.

The wheels in the older girl's mind start to turn.

"Do you think they would do this to us in person? What they write?"

"Unnie..."

Seulgi looks at her.

"I like how you're thinking."

"We should invite some of the writers so they have more inspiration for their stories."

The two of them laugh.

"That's a good idea."

Seulgi scrolls through her phone.

"But there are so many. If we would try to fuck them all, our careers would be over before we got to all of them. We don't have so much time."

"Who says we have to fuck them individually?"

IU's smirk makes Seulgi chuckle.

"I like where this is heading."

"But how are we going to get them all in one place? They probably live all over the world."

Seulgi ponders for a moment.

"How about we send them dms and pictures of us? It should work. Especially when we tell them that we are inviting others as well. This way they can communicate with each other, making sure we aren't trying to scam them or something."

"Sounds like a plan. What could go wrong?"

IU regrets those words as soon as she opens the door of the practice room. Two weeks later and here they are. The two women look at the fully packed room. Seulgi tries to count the guys who are here. They messaged about twenty guys, but it now looks more like thirty or forty. It seems like word has spread.

"Is this a good or a bad sign?"

IU looks around as well. She had a threesome before, but this is quite different. Even if Seulgi and IU get used at the same time, there are still gonna be at least fifteen guys for each of them.

"Are you backing out?"

IU shakes her head.

"Why would I?"

Seulgi chuckles. She is nervous, but tries to hide it.

"Let's make another bet. Whoever makes the most guys cum in 15 minutes wins. The other person is going to be a free use for everyone."

Ji-eun likes the idea. She imagines all those guys taking turns on her and Seulgi, using their bodies as fuck toys.

"Sounds like I'm gonna win."

The older girl is confident. The high school boy is proof of the fact, how tight her pussy can become when she cums. No one survives that.

"But no fucking."

IU looks at Seulgi.

"What?"

"No fucking. Only your mouth and hands."

"Hey, that's boring."

Seulgi scoffs.

"You are not up for that?"

IU rolls her eyes.

"Fine. Watch and learn."

She walks inside, all heads turn towards her as Seulgi follows quickly after.

"Hi, everyone!"

IU waves.

"I guess the two of us don't need to introduce ourselves. You all know, why you are here?"

She sees everyone nod their heads.

While IU talks, Seulgi let's her eyes roam the room once more. Now that she is inside, she can count properly. She stops at 31 as her eyes falls on to a man, who is standing further back. He is a little taller than most of the guys in the room. She sees his biceps underneath the sleeves of his shirt, the bulge in his pants visible, without him even having a hard on.

Seulgi licks her lips. This is going to be a fun evening. Because she zoned out for a couple of moments, she didn't catch what IU was saying.

But when suddenly all of the guys start walking towards them, Seulgi immediately feels her panties getting damp. This is it. In the back of her mind, she still has a little bit of doubt left. It vanishes soon though as the first guy reaches her.

She sees IU kneeling down next to her, Seulgi does the same. The sound of ten guys opening the zippers of their pants almost makes Seulgi drool. She watches the first guys pulling their pants down, taking their cocks out.

Seulgi glances at the clock, about to start their bet. But IU is already reaching forward, taking hold of the first man's cock.

"Are these all for me? So nice of you."

She coos as she holds another man's dick with her other hand.

Seulgi doesn't want to fall behind. She reaches for the man nearest to her, pulling him forward by his cock.

"If everyone is gonna be as big you...."

She trails off, feeling the guy getting harder in her hand.

Seulgi decides to use her mouth early. She takes the man's cock into her mouth, savouring the taste. At the same time, the other guys around her make her use her hands.

By now, pretty much all the guys have gotten rid of their pants and are standing around the two women. IU is starting to suck off her first guy as well, both her hands busy with stroking two other men.

Seulgi closes her eyes as she hears everyone moan, occasionally switching cocks. There are five guys directly standing around her right now. More than enough to enjoy herself.

She is excited as she feels everyone's stares on her. This is something entirely different than singing and dancing on stage. And yet, it makes her equally happy. That rush of adrenaline makes her suck the guy's cock even faster.

IU takes another man into her mouth, savouring the new taste. Wearing this this suit might not have been the best idea, because they guys can't have easy access. But she still feels someone from behind sneaking his hands around her waist. She moans around the cock in her mouth as she feels someone rub the fabric over pussy.

Seulgi is starting to suffer the same fate as IU. The guys around her start touch her body, making her squirm underneath them. All the attention makes her wet as hell, wishing they would fuck her already. Why did she make that bet with IU?

She regrets it now as the first guys let's his hand sneak inside her shorts. His strong fingers make Seulgi moan around the cock in her mouth. The man who she is blowing puts his hand onto her head, unable to resist the urge to cum in her mouth much longer.

IU has driven one of the guys who stand around her to a similar level of arousal. He is pushing her head onto his cock, while her two hands are still busy, stroking the four guys on her sides, switching occasionally.

Seulgi let's out a surprised gasp when she feels the first man cuming. But it's not the cock in her mouth, but one of the guys on her right. She was stroking his cock up until now. His warm cum hits her pretty face, making her moan around the dick in her mouth. It makes that guy cum too. He shoots his load down her throat. Seulgi feels like she is in heaven. The warm sperm on her right cheek makes her sigh in pleasure as she turns towards the next guy, ready to suck him off.

IU is keeping up with Seulgi, making the first guy cum in her mouth. She swallows all of it immediately, ready to give another guy head. The guy on her left is trying to take her jacket off, which makes it harder for her to use her hands. Eventually, she gets rid of that useless piece of clothing, feeling two hands unbuttoning her shirt.

Seulgi feels someone's hand dip a finger inside her pussy. She has been unable to keep her hands off herself for these last two weeks and yet she melts at his touch.

Ji-eun keeps sucking off the guy in front of her, until she feels someone cuming on her hand. She looks to her right, letting his dick fall out of her mouth. She licks her hand clean, before taking the guy who just came into her mouth. His cum tastes delicious as she cleans his cock, hoping she can make him cum again soon.

Seulgi feels a pair of hands groping her tits underneath her grey top.

Still with another man's cock in her mouth, she turns her head towards him. With a seductive stare, she eggs him on to slide his hands underneath the fabric.

Seulgi let's her tongue swirl around the top of the cock in her mouth as she feels her nipples being pinched. The other man is now inserting a second finger into her wet snatch. This was supposed to be a competition on how many guys they can get off, not how many guys can get her off.

Either way, Seulgi tries her best to outcompete IU as she feels several hands on her body.

The older woman feels how the fingers on her covered center now start to make her pants wet. Her panties are already drenched, this many men around her too much for her mind to handle. Ji-eun never felt this good.

Someone is now letting her white shirt slip off her shoulder, exposing the lack of a bra. Her upper body is only covered by her tie, which doesn't hide much. Multiple hands make use of her newly exposed skin, some pinching her nipples, while others let their hands wander over her body.

The sight of the naked celebrity in front of him makes the guy in her mouth climax. IU feels his cum paint her mouth as she gulps it down, already looking for her next victim.

"Oh fuck."

The guy in front of Seulgi groans as she pulls him out of her mouth.

"Oh yeah. Paint my face."

Seulgi closes her eyes and sticks her tongue out. Two quick strokes later, she feels his cum staining her skin. Some of it hits her nose, but most lands on her lips and tongue.

"Good boy."

Seulgi winks at him as she cleans her lips with her tongue, making sure she doesn't waste a drop.

Once she opens her mouth again, she is surprised when two guys thrust into her at the same time. Seulgi never sucked off two guys at once, her competitiveness showing as she starts without hesitation. She is going to win this bet and she is going to humiliate IU, until she admits that Seulgi is the bigger slut.

At the same time, IU has another man cuming in her mouth. She almost chokes at the amount of cum he forces down her throat. Once she let's his cock fall out of her mouth with a loud pop, she feels a hand roughly grabbing her tie. Still on her knees, she gets turned around, faced with another hard cock. The guy's hand is still holding her black tie as he pulls her towards him, making Ji-eun take his cock.

Seulgi is unable to speak or do anything properly with her mouth as she tries her best to keep the two dicks inside of her. Only her tongue is able to swirl around their tips occasionally. The two guys keep thrusting into Seulgi's mouth with no intention on stopping anytime soon.

IU's mouth is being used as well. The men in the room starting to grow more confident. You don't have a lot of chances to get a blowjob from Seulgi or IU.

That being said, the guy in the older woman's mouth uses this rare chance to finally cum in her mouth. This must already be the third time she is swallowing someone's load. IU is barely able to keep up with counting. Her hands are slowly starting to get tired after stroking so many guy's cocks. She glanced at the clock. Seven minutes to go. How can she win this bet? She sees Seulgi sucking off two guys at once. Needy slut. IU watches for a moment as they both cum inside Seulgi. They make the younger woman choke as they fill her throat.

Once they are done and take a step back, Seulgi breathes heavily, some of their jizz got onto her face. As she wipes it off, she sees someone else standing in front of her. The guy she noticed earlier. He seems even taller, now that she is kneeling.

Seulgi scoops up some of the cum on her face with a finger, before licking it off with her tongue.

He hasn't taken his jeans off, but Seulgi already knows how big he must be. She reaches forward, fumbling with the belt. A guy on her right starts rubbing his cock all over her face, which makes her stick her tongue out. Seulgi keeps eye contact with the guy in front.

"Come here."

IU whispers towards one of the guys to her left, before starting to get rid off her pants. Seulgi said she is not allowed to use her pussy. No one said something about anal. The guy is not the biggest, which makes him perfect for this. As much as IU is used to have a cock up her ass, she always needs to adjust at first.

"Fuck my ass. Cum in me."

She slips off her grey panties, throwing them to the side. They are heavy and wet with her juices. She sees one of the guys pick it up and wrap it around his cock, before stroking himself with it.

IU feels a familiar tingle inside her body as she lies on her back. All the guys above her look down on her. The man who is supposed to fuck her is now kneeling between her legs, another above her head. The latter pushes his dick down, making Ji-eun take him into her mouth.

The guy between her legs rests his tip against her puckered hole, before slowly starting to push forward. IU moans around the dick in her mouth as she feels how her ass is getting stretched out.

"Fuck. You are so tight."

Seulgi turns to her left after hearing the man groan.

"Yah! Unnie!"

The younger woman stares at IU, who is lying on her back, getting her ass fucked. Her mouth is too full to answer.

Seulgi is about to say more as the big guy in front of her grabs her head and turns her towards her. He got rid of his boxers while she was distracted. Seulgi only manages a gasp, before he pulls her onto his cock.

With one forceful thrust he is already halfway down her throat. Seulgi gags and chokes. Even if she would've been prepared for this, she couldn't have taken so much at once. She feels her jaw getting heavy as the guy fucks her face. He uses her throat like a fleshlight, pounding a way like there is no tomorrow.

Seulgi feels her throat starting to get soar as tears start rolling down her cheeks. She is realizing that this is one of the roughest face fucks she ever had. But definitely not the last one.

His big cock keeps hitting the back of her throat, making Seulgi struggle for air. But he doesn't let go of her head, which means she can't back away.

The fingers in her pussy curl upwards, making her lower body tingle with pleasure. The combination of getting face fucked and fingered pushes Seulgi towards her limit. She never expected to be in this situation. On her knees, surrounded by almost ten guys. All of them stroking their cocks to her getting her throat bruised and her pussy played with.

Seulgi has to close her eyes, tears keep falling from underneath her eyelashes. They mix with her make up and the cum from earlier, turning her once flawless face into an absolute mess. The mixture starts to drip down her skin. Together with her saliva that spills out of her mouth. She is unable to close it. Her body feels numb as she is on the brink of orgasm as she gets the face fucking of her life.

IU's cheating has left her mind a while ago, her brain empty except for the pleasure she is feeling. And how soar her throat is. Seulgi doubts she is able to sing tomorrow. Or even the whole week if this continues.

She hears IU's voice over her own gags, but her own mouth is too loud to hear what the older woman is saying.

"Fuck, yes! Give me your cum!"

Ji-eun moans as she sees two guys on both her sides, stroking their cocks, ready to cum. The guy in her ass keeps her mind in a weird state of bliss as she feels like she is in heaven. The man who was fucking her mouth is replaced by another, who starts where he left of.

How many guys did she already suck off? Five maybe?

IU moans as around the new cock in her mouth. The two men start to cum all over her body. They cover IU's skin in warmth. Her chest, her tummy, her throat. All of it.

While IU keeps getting fucked, Seulgi feels someone from behind, who is starting to pull her shorts down.

Because the guy who is fucking her face is taller, she had to get on her knees to reach his cock. That means her white shorts can be slipped off easily.

Seulgi feels a pair of hands tug at her pink thong. The rubbing of her clit pauses for a moment, almost making Seulgi climax untouched.

The man who is holding her head in place gives Seulgi a second to relax. He pulls about halfway out, letting his cock rest on her tongue. She takes heavy breaths, trying to prepare herself for the next face fucking.

Another hand begins to play with her pussy as she feels the cock in her mouth starting to move again. This time, he doesn't fuck her fast. It's one slow, forceful thrust after another. It makes her head rock back everytime, before he pulls her onto his cock again.

Seulgi reaches the same state of pleasure as she did before. Hanging on the edge of her orgasm, she takes the face fucking like a champ, trying to keep eye contact with the man who is mercilessly using her.

Seulgi feels a pair of hands grope her butt. She is excited at first, but then, she feels someone's cock touch her rear entrance. She tries to shake her head, but the hands on head won't let her. She was never really the anal type. Plus, she doesn't want to cheat like IU does.

She doesn't have a choice. As the men around her see her struggle, they take holds of her wrists and guide her hands towards their cocks. Seulgi is unable to defend herself.

The cock down her throat, the fingers inside her pussy and now the tip of some man's cock in her ass. It all proves too much for Seulgi. Her shriek is muffled by the man in front of her as she cums around someone's fingers.

Seulgi's body shakes as she practically gets spitroasted. With every thrust into her mouth, she gets pushed onto the cock in her ass. With every thrust from the man inside her ass, she is getting forced to choke around the cock in her mouth.

She realizes how hot this must look for the others as she feels someone nutting on her grey top. His cum stains the fabric and Seulgi is reminded of the bet.

For a moment, she lost sight of the goal, just enjoying these men, having their way with her. But as much as Seulgi likes this situation, she still needs to make more guys cum than IU.

"Yes! Fill my ass up!"

Ji-eun moans loudly as she feels the cock in her ass starting to throb. In that moment, the guy above her climaxes, cuming all over her face. IU gasps as the unexpected facial hits her.

Before she is able to clean her face with her tongue and her fingers, the man between her legs cums inside of her.

"Oh fuck!"

Another moan escapes her cum stained lips as she feels his load paint the insides of her ass.

"Fuck! Please slow down!"

Seulgi screams. Half in pleasure, half in pain. The guy who is fucking her ass is the same guy who fucked her face so good a couple of minutes ago. He left a huge facial on her face, before giving others the chance to enjoy her mouth. Now, he is standing behind Seulgi, after getting her off the floor.

Her legs feel like jelly as she takes his pounding from behind. Her hands are useless by now, just loosely wrapped around two guy's cocks.

Another guy now steps in front of her to shut her up.

"You are too big for my ass."

She whines, hoping he would slow down, before another cock pushes past her lips.

Seulgi needily sucks on it, trying to blend out the pain in her ass. She has been used by so many guys now. She lost proper count a while ago. And if she would've looked up to check the time, she would have realized that the fifteen minutes were over fifteen minutes ago.

But Seulgi is too busy getting stuffed with cock from both ends. The black hairband she used to make a ponytail is barely holding up. Her hair looks like it's in a messy bun by now. Drops of white cum decorate her black, silk like hair.

IU is taking two cocks at the same time, too. But she is in a different position. She is placed on all fours in a circle of about ten guys. They all take turns fucking her ass and thrusting into her mouth.

The guy who is currently using her throat holds her tie in his hand, making her choke, whenever he gives it a light tug. The fact that she is getting choked makes IU even hornier. It would be something worthy of exploring later. Is she into getting choked?

Her thoughts are interrupted, when the man in her ass shoots his load. Ji-eun can almost feel how her body becomes heavier. This is the fourth time they came in her ass. If she counted correctly, she made them climax around 23 times already. There is more than enough proof all over her body.

A couple of minutes ago, someone used her still soaked panties to tie her hair back. Someone came on them beforehand. But instead of being disgusted, IU wonders if that counts as making them cum.

"I'm gonna gonna cum in your ass, bitch."

It's the first time the man behind her talked to Seulgi. Her dripping wet pussy craves his cock as he keeps fucking her ass. Because her mouth is closed, Seulgi can't answer. She feels someone's hand now rubbing her clit.

Another hand slaps her right ass cheeks. She doesn't know if that was the guy who is fucking her or someone else. The sting causes her to moan around the cock in her mouth.

"Fuck!"

The guy behind her groans, before he pumps Seulgi's ass full with cum. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as her legs almost give out. His warm cum in her ass makes her see stars.

After he leaves her freshly fucked hole, Seulgi does her best to recover. She remembers that she set a time limit on their bet. She checks the clock on the wall. They have been doing this for over thirty minutes now?

"Unnie! Time's up!"

Seulgi's voice sounds hoars after she removed the cock out of her mouth.

IU tells everyone to stop what they are doing. Seulgi has to kneel down again, her legs too weak to carry her.

Ji-eun slowly walks over to her. She feels cum leak out of her ass. Everyone is staring at the pair, waiting to find out who lost.

"So?"

Seulgi looks up at IU. The older woman is still wearing her tie, her hair now held back by her panties. Her body is covered in cum, wherever you look. Her face, her tummy, her chest, her feet.

Seulgi looks similarly used. Her back is still warm from the load of cum she got, while someone fucked her ass from behind.

"25 now."

Seulgi's eyes widen. She didn't expect it to be this close.

"Wow, unnie. You are no slouch."

Ji-eun raises an eye brow.

"Why do you sound so happy?"

"27."

"What?"

"I made them cum twenty seven times."

Seulgi feels someone's cum drip out of her freshly fucked ass and onto her legs. She grins up at IU, who is looking at her with anger and surprise written on her face.

"You know what that means, right?"

IU nods hesitantly.

"Let's tie her up boys."

Seulgi chuckles as she sees someone grabbing IU's wrists and holding them behind her back.

"What-?"

She tries to struggle against his grip, but Seulgi shakes her head.

"You can't run away, unnie. You are now officially a free-use whore."

Before she can reply, someone already stuffed her mouth with a piece of silk. She only realises a moment later that she has Seulgi's pink thong in her mouth. Someone is covering her mouth, so she can't spit it out.

IU's tie is finally gone too, now being used as a way to tie her hands together. She tries to resist, but the guys around her are way taller and stronger than her. Ji-eun sees someone getting a chair from one of the corners of the practice room.

Seulgi suggested this location. It's Red Velvet's former place of learning choreos, when they were rookies. They used a second room outside of the SM building. No one uses it anymore.

When someone sits her down, IU stares at everyone around her. The about forty guys wait for Seulgi's first move.

"You two,"

Seulgi points at two guys on her left.

"Suck on her tits."

They do as she says, both stepping on either side of IU. The older woman moans into Seulgi's panties as she they lean over her. They both wrap their lips around her nipples, sucking on them. The occasional bite makes her squirm in the chair.

"I feel like the gag is now making her too quiet."

Some of the guys nod in agreement.

Seulgi reaches forward to take her panties out of IU's mouth.

"Don't forget, you still have to admit that I'm the better slut."

IU would've stuck her her tongue out, but is currently unable to do so. The two guys working on her tits make her sigh and mewl.

Ji-eun's eyes widen in surprise as she feels Seulgi working on her pussy. It feels weird as she tries to look down, wanting to know what's going on. The guys' heads are blocking her view.

Her head sinks back as she feels Seulgi pushing her thong into the older woman's pussy. A deep moan escapes her lips, once the piece of silk is completely buried inside of her.

"You always bragged about how tight your pussy is. Let's see if that's still the case."

She turns around.

"Guys, I want you to stretch her out like crazy."

IU moves her head to be able to see what's going on. The first guy is already standing in front of her, his cock in his hand.

"Wait. First pull out-Fuck!"

IU moans loudly as he pushes half of his cock inside her with one thrust. She can't tell yet, if Seulgi's panties make her feel better or not. But IU can't help but squirm even more as the man starts to fuck her.

She feels fuller than usual as the guy pushes fully into her stuffed pussy. Together with the two guys who keep playing with her chest, he makes Ji-eun see stars.

She realises this is only the beginning, when another guy steps forward. He grabs IU's ponytail, forcing her down. She automatically opens her mouth, ready to suck his cock. It has become an instinct for her by now. Without even thinking about it, she starts to suck him off.

The two men stop sucking her tits as they both watch how the new guy makes her bob her head up and down on his cock. He and the guy who fucks her stand side by side.

Seulgi looks around them, trying to see what's going on. She feels a pair of hands wrap around her waist. She looks up, seeing the man who just came in her ass.

"You still don't have enough?"

Her cheeky grin makes him chuckle.

"I never expected you to be such a whore."

His cock is now resting between her cheeks. Now that she feels it again, Seulgi can't believe how his dick fit in her ass.

"And this is probably the only chance I'm ever gonna get. So I want all of your holes."

Seulgi leans her head on his chest.

"Take me then."

She feels him aligning his cock with her pussy. He slowly pushes inside, making Seulgi moan. Her half open eyes see, how the guy who is fucking IU is cuming inside her pussy. She hears the older girl's moans as he pulls out and leaves. A moment later, the next guy stands in front of her.

Seulgi can't believe what she has done. What she is still doing. What would her members say to this? She chuckles as she thinks about Yeri's nature. The maknae would probably follow her example.

Her smile is wiped off Seulgi's face as the man behind her increases his pace. His thick cock makes her body heat up as he almost hugs her into his chest.

Seulgi is almost standing on his toes, only his hips working overtime. He has his face in her neck, kissing her skin.

IU moans as another man walks forward. The man who just came in her mouth already left, leaving her throat all sticky. She would've begged for a break, but she knows that Seulgi won't give her one. Although the younger girl is currently occupied with getting fucked, IU dismisses the idea.

She invitingly opens her mouth, before the guy even reaches her. Instead of pushing his scock into her mouth, he takes a hold of her ponytail. Only now, IU realises that he has been stroking his cock while he approached her. His cum is now painting her face, leaving another layer of jizz.

IU moans as the warmth hits her face. At the same time the man in her pussy cums as well. He shoots his load into IU, giving her a second cream pie within a couple of minutes.

"Just... Just give me a second."

Seulgi breathes heavily, almost missing her chance to humiliate IU even further. Slowly, she manages to get of the guy's chest she was leaning on. Standing in front of the older woman, Seulgi reaches down. Her freshly fucked pussy already oozes with cum. She has to fumble around a little, before finally finding her own thong deep inside Ji-eun's cunt.

IU whines as Seulgi slowly pulls it out. There is no sign of the fact that the silk was pink once. It's stained with IU's juices and the other guy's cum.

"They are gonna fuck you for real now."

IU shakes her head, knowing what Seulgi is planing. But because her hands are tied, she can't defend herself.

Seulgi pushes her thong into IU's mouth. The older woman tastes the mixture of her own juices and two loads of cum.

"Take it like the whore you are, unnie. I don't want to hear any complains, once I'm back."

She turns around, taking the hand of the guy, who just fucked her.

"Come with me."

And with that she leaves IU alone with the forty guys. Bound to the chair, unable to yell after her. She sees some of them start to walk towards her.

"Seulgi!"

Her muffled screams stay unheard as Seulgi and her special friend enter the practice room next door.

"I have two more hours until I have to be back at the dorm."

She slings her arms around his neck, grinding her naked center against his cock.

"I want you to fuck me until then."

How long has it been already?

IU can't tell, the clock is hanging on the wall behind her. 30 minutes? An hour?

She would've thought the guys would stop at one point, but she is proven wrong. This is their only chance to fuck Lee Ji-eun however they want. They can use every single one of her holes.

Korea's number one celebrity isn't even sitting on the chair anymore. They started to take turns with sitting in the chair, making IU sit in their laps.

She never experienced having all three of her holes stuffed with cock. But that's the case right now. The man who's lap she is sitting on is thrusting upwards into her ass. The man in front of her is fucking her pussy. Another has placed both of his hands on her head, forcing her to lean to her left.

IU doesn't know how long it has been since she was able to talk. There are still three guys standing in line behind the guy who is fucking her face.

She also doesn't know how often all of them came, since Seulgi left. Probably all of them at least once or twice. Maybe even more. That would make at least forty to eighty times.

That could be the reason why about fifty percent of IU's skin is covered in cum. Her tits and her midriff are full with it, but they still don't compare to her face. She feels like she has several layers of make up on. Her hair probably wasn't spared either.

And how many cream pies did she already get? At least a quarter of their loads. She must have swallowed so much cum by now. Probably more than a liter or two.

Ji-eun moans around the cock in her mouth as she climaxes once again. Her pussy pulsates around the cock in her, making the man cum in her snatch. She even lost count of how many times she came.

Where the fuck is Seulgi?

"Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!"

Seulgi mumbles and moans. She is lying on the sofa in the corner of the second practice room. The man she took with her is fucking her missionary style. His hand is in her hair, forcing her upper body to lift off the couch.

"Gonna cum!"

Her warning is almost too late. Seulgi climaxes right after the last word leaves her mouth. Her pussy grips onto his cock as he keeps fucking her through her orgasm. Her body is covered in sweat and cum. How often did he make her cum already?

Seulgi moans as she is taken toward another high. She feels his cock suddenly leave her pussy, before he pushes against her puckered hole. The young woman moans and whines as he starts to switch with every thrust. First her pussy, then her ass hole and then her pussy again.

Seulgi can't do anything but lie there, feeling her holes getting used in such an unholy manner.

She is a mumbling mess underneath him, feeling his cock in her ass and then in her pussy again.

Her eyes rest on his sweat covered body as she feels him trying to hold back his climax. As they lock eyes, they both know that this is the last one. The pair is too drained to go on much longer.

"On my face. I want it on my face."

The man nods, unable to form words. Seulgi's ass too tight for him to think straight.

He manages to switch between her holes for a couple of times, before he finally pulls out once and for all.

With awkward movements, Seulgi manages to push herself off the couch. Her limbs feel like pudding, her energy barely enough to keep her eyes open.

He strokes himself to climax as he stares at Seulgi in front of him.

How is she still able to look this cute?

That thought rushes through his head, right before he orgasms. His load isn't as big as it used to. Seulgi's pussy has claimed more of it for itself already.

It's still enough to make her sigh with pleasure though. The warm cum covers her nose and cheeks.

IU opens her eyes. She looks around the room, realizing that she is the only one. And a moment later she recognizes her bedroom. How did she get here?

She hears someone in the kitchen, fumbling with the pans.

Ji-eun tries to get up. Her body feels soar all over. She feels like she has been hit by a truck. Her body seems to be clean on the outside, but not on the inside. She can feel someone's cum in her pussy and ass. Her throat is still sticky, making it hard to breathe.

IU can't even remember how many guys came in her throat as she reaches for the glass of water on her night stand.

Her feet barely lift off the ground as she stumbles into the kitchen, only wearing a robe.

Seulgi seems to be making egg fried rice.

"Hello, sleepyhead."

Seulgi chuckles at IU's perplexed look on her face.

"I brought you here after you passed out. Do you know how long it took me to get all of that cum off your skin?"

IU shakes her head.

Seulgi pours the rice into two bowls.

"I have good news."

Ji-eun is only able to sit down at the counter, waiting for Seulgi to hand her a spoon.

"I found someone knew to compete with us."

IU looks up. Her eyes still look sleepy and tired and exhausted. And yet, Seulgi is able to catch a glimpse of lust in them.

"Who?"

"She should be here any minute."

In that moment the doorbell rings.

"She and her members had a similar competition. Like the two of us. She won and is looking for women, who are on her level. I told her we got fucked by forty guys at the same time."

Seulgi says as she walks towards the door.

"I-I'm not sure if I can start having sex again immediately. Maybe give me a couple of days."

IU's tired, hoarse voice makes Seulgi chuckle.

"Don't worry. Me and Jennie already have something planned for the two of us."

She opens the door.

"Hi Seulgi!"

Jennie and Seulgi hug each other.

"Ready to go to the movies?"

"Yeah, just let me eat dinner."

"What?"

Only now IU realises what time it is. She slept the whole day.

"Hi, unnie."

Jennie waves at her. The older woman takes a look at her outfit. She immediately knows that watching a movie will not be the only thing they do in the cinema.

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(Alternative ending)

Hi everyone!

I hope you enjoy the first story of the December special.

I haven't written something like this before, so I'm not sure how well it turned out. I did my best to write a good build up, because I didn't want to jump straight into the main part.

Have a great day! See you next week for the second one!

[binniesbooks]

hi my fayebae, i just read ‘you don’t want him to know, do you’ and i’m🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️absolutely in love with it ahhh, feeding my brain and oh god i sudd had a thought…

his fingers… please

soobin x reader??? let’s just say that in this reality, soobin is able to play the piano beautifully. With his long fingers giving him the advantage of reaching the many keys he needs to, sometimes your mind wonders of how those long fingers would feel inside you…

the way he would play with your cunt… the way he would make sure youre stretched out and then finger fucks you…purposely bringing out his fingers from you. Sucking of your cum from his fingers, making you imagine how his tongue would feel against your clit.which of course then leads to freaky freaky heheh

ahhh i fr had this thought i hope u like it🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

• MELODIES OF TEMPTATION

SB 000 .F23 2024

wc 3.4k

pairings musictutor!Soobin x fem!reader

warnings oral sex, fingering, making out, nipple pinching (dream)

faye's note TMI: I was summoned to hell for the goddamn thesis, that's why I uploaded this late. Wth. Fuck school.

Hope you still enjoy this tho hehe, especially to my Beomgyu's kitten, I'm sorry for uploading so late, omg I hate myself 😭 anyway, I love your asks, really. Kith kith 💋

The soft clinks of the keys of the piano resonated inside the confinement of an empty room, long slender fingers dancing gracefully across the keys. Soft hums come from a comforting voice. The cold windy breeze blows at the open windows flowing through the guy's long fringe as his eyes flutter close feeling the notes hit his ears quietly. His movements came to a halt, head snapping towards the door --soft knocks waking him from his wandering thoughts.

'Hi, are you, perhaps, Choi Soobin?" You quietly asked, clutching on the straps of your crossbody bag.

"Uh, yeah?" he hesitated out of confusion, "May I help you?" -- "Oh, where are my manners, come in." he stood up from the piano as he walked toward the small table on the corner.

You walked slowly, observing the naked room, almost doubting if you really did come to the right place. "Please take a seat," Soobin said as he offered you a glass of water.

"So uh, my mother, found out about these some piano class thing? And, forced me to take it?"

"Is that so? Well, I have no students this session. it's been a while actually, so I'm afraid I can't make classes as of now." He answered.

You wiped your palms on your jeans, "Uhm, is there, like, nothing we can do about it then?"

"The whole lesson fee is actually divided over students. It's just that I can't let you pay the whole price. It's too expensive, given that... you still look like a student." He explained observing your overall figure that totally gives off a student vibe.

"I can pay for the whole price. Just... just let me take the lesson," you pleaded, hands clasped in front of you, "I just can't do anything about it. My mother is expecting me to play the piano in 3 months. I'm supposed to play at my brother's wedding." You rolled your eyes at the request your mother asked you. It just didn't make sense. Why ask you to learn the piano when they could just hire a whole band if they wanted to?

"I see." he meekly answered, nodding slowly. "Then I think we can do something about it." He stood up and walked towards the small cabinet just near the table.

"You can fill up this form, for legal purposes. And we can proceed on talking about your schedule." He handed you a folder. "Do you want to pay it whole or do you want to pay it every session?" He asked as he watched you fill up the form. "I'll pay during every session." You smiled at him and continued answering the necessary form.

You slide back the form towards him, "Y/n Y/s/n, 22." he muttered under his breath before closing the folder. "When are you free?" He asked as he pulled out his phone. "I am free on weekdays afternoon, and weekends the whole day."

"Should we do it on weekends?" he asked, checking his calendar. "We will have 24 sessions in total," he added.

"I'll take it. Weekends, I mean." You agreed.

"Is 5-8 in the evening okay with you?" His head tilted to the side, and you simply nodded.

Soobin stood up, "Okay then, come back this Saturday. we'll start at five." You stoop up after him taking his hand to shake it. As you were about to leave, you turned around once again, "I don't have to pay any deposit?" He chuckled as he answered with a dimpled smile, "No deposits."

...

You gasped as you looked at your wristwatch, what were you doing all this time? It was already four in the afternoon. You fumbled to fix your things as you quickly got up.

"Something wrong?" One of your friends asked, "We still have a movie to watch." "Go ahead, I have an appointment this afternoon, I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you guys on Monday!" You scurried out of the cafe only to go back again to order drinks.

"Two iced americanos, to go."

You knocked at the door twice before pushing it open. He was playing the piano again. he has a huge frame, you thought to yourself. His broad shoulders complement his tall figure, despite the fact that he has a big body build, Soobin has a small waist, emphasized with how his white shirt was tucked in his pants.

You walk towards the small couch and place the drinks on the table. You close your eyes as you listen to his soothing voice. He quietly sings with the melody he is playing. When he was done, you cleared your throat to let him know you were already there.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I did not notice you." he shyly walks over to the couch to talk to you. You offered him the drink as he expressed a small "thank you."

"You have a great voice." You complimented him. A flush crept up on his face, to be honest, he's not used to being complimented.

"Shall we get started? I'm glad to walk you through your music journey." His dimples showed up nicely. They're cute, it makes you want to poke them but it doesn't make you seem professional.

The session ended up well. Besides, Soobin did not have to start from the very beginning, since you already know some of the basics.

The following sessions wrapped up well too. According to Soobin, you are a fast learner. You pick up everything he says quickly. Well, aside from Soobin having longer fingers, it was difficult for you to press keys that were far apart. Other than that you didn't have any problem.

"Can I just cut my fingers and have yours instead?" You were growing frustrated, you were not able to press the right key, making a disturbing sound instead of a good melody. You always end up twisting and wrenching your hand when trying to hit the notes.

"I quit!" You exclaimed only for Soobin to chuckle at your complaints. "You can do it, you are a fast learner," Soobin commented, his arms crossed on his chest. "I am, but the keys make me want to kill myself." You blurted. "It's easy, look." Soobin gently placed his finger on the keys, easily pressing down each note. "You have long fingers, I don't." You pouted. "Not my fault I have longer fingers than you." He answered while laughing only to make you pout again.

"Let's end here, come back tomorrow, you should rest for now, it's getting late." Soobin closed the windows of the room.

"Where do you live? Shall we go out together?" You asked.

"Call," he replied with a dimply smile.

You two ended up dropping by at a convenience store to grab a snack. You found out that you go back by the same way, so you thought might as well take the same bus later.

"I thought you were much older than me." You chimed when you found out he's just one year older than you. "Shall we talk casually, then?" He asks as he sips on the hot chocolate he bought. "If you don't mind." You nodded giddily.

Soobin saw how you shivered at the chilly breeze. "Wear my jacket, you've been shivering since earlier." He offered, taking off his jacket to hand it to you. "I forgot mine." You sheepishly answered as you wrapped his jacket around your body.

"Let's go. You might freeze to death if we stay here any longer." Soobin laughed quietly, picking up the trash on the table as he chucked it into the nearest trash can.

You took the same bus that night. He even bid you goodbye and breathed a soft "Take care, see you next week" before you got off.

Soobin is a shy guy. But he's gentle and caring. He's also talented, not to mention his face card did not decline.

That same night when you got home, you did not know what had gotten into you. You did not know the reason why you let your senses engulf the perfume on his jacket, nor when you tried to close your eyes only to vividly imagine how your night went on. You even quietly prayed and hoped each day that week came fast. Your heart raced at the thought of seeing him again. You grew nervous each day, the anticipation made you bounce your legs in class. It got you checking and re-checking the date.

Maybe the heavens above heard your silent pleas. Because the weekend arrived so quickly. You were so used to wearing just pants and shirts whenever you went to the music tutoring. However, this time, you find yourself fumbling through your dresses as you look for clothes you can wear that gaev off the "I dressed up well for you but I'm not gonna make it obvious" vibe.

You stood in front of the mirror, wearing a skirt and a knitted long sleeve. You look silly, but your heart is about to burst out from the giddiness you were feeling. It's not that you were gonna meet up with a date or something, but, maybe, you like him. Maybe you like Soobin a little bit. Your sessions were more than halfway done, with just 10 sessions remaining.

However, when you stepped inside, there was no Soobin to be found. Nor his things to be seen. The windows were open, though.

You were clutching onto his jacket he had lent you as you scan the room once again, still not used to the naked ass room he's holding the lesson in. However, a bigger couch caught your attention, it looks new. You sat on the couch and watched the clock ticking slowly. You placed his jacket on the couch, as you tried to make it puffy to serve as a makeshift pillow. It's still early anyway, taking a nap won't hurt, besides, he's still not here.

Soobin stepped inside the room, his hair a bit messy as if he just got up from a nap, or a fight, or whatever it was. His words are slurred. Was he drunk? "Hey, are you alright?" You asked as you stood up and walked closer to his tall frame still standing at the door. He grabbed your face and crashed his lips onto yours. His hands fumbled over your body as he pressed your back against the wall.

"H-hey.. S-soobin.. ah.." You tried to push him away but to no avail, he's much larger and stronger than you. His tongue grazed your neck as he sucked lightly as if he wanted to leave a mark. His slender fingers danced across your waist, slipping underneath your long sleeve. He lightly pinched your nipples, eliciting a soft moan from you. His hand travels back to your waist down to your thighs as he lifts your skirt. Your blood ran south, heat pooling on your slit. You can't help but whimper at his touch, his fingers gently rubbing your clothed pussy. He pushed your underwear to the side to slide his fingers in--

"Hey, hey y/n, are you okay?" His face was painted with worry as he tapped your shoulder to wake you up. Your eyes snapped open. "You were whining in your sleep, is everything fine?" He asked grabbing a glass of water. Your face turned red. You can't believe you were dreaming about him, and a sexual dream at that. You chugged down the whole glass of water, you couldn't look him in the eyes, what was that dream all about? Oh god.

"I'm sorry, I was late, something came up and I needed to take care of it, that's why I uh, wasn't here." He apologized, his face still painted with worry.

"N-no it's fine. I mean, I early.. I'm got.. I was... I got here earlier t-than our scheduled time." You cannot even form your words straight. He let out a laugh, as he look at you once again. "You got me worried from all that whining." He sighed, "I thought you were having a bad dream." You scratch the back of your nape as you play with the glass in your hand, you can't tell him about your weird dream, it's not something to spill.

"Shall we start? I'll play a song first, then you'll play once I'm done and apply what you have learnt." He instructed as he strides towards the piano.

Your eyes were fixated on how his fingers danced gracefully on the keys. His beautiful fingers were able to reach the notes you were unable to do. Choi Soobin was actually known for his exceptional piano skills even when he was still at a young age. To most, him playing melodies effortlessly could enrapture the audience, but to you, his fingers stirred thoughts that went far beyond music. You had always thought how his fingers were so pretty although he was a man. It was as though he gave them extra care. The thought even caused you to dream about him. Not to mention you were dreaming about him inside his tutor room.

He had finished playing long ago, but you were still staring at his fingers, still in a daze. His body was already turned to you, examining your eyes and what they were staring at. An enigmatic smile played on his lips, "Care to tell what you are thinking about?" He asked, voice low and inviting. "W-what?" Your eyes snapped back at him. "What's on your mind, y/n." He chuckled when you avoided his gaze, he stood up, "Care to tell?" His head was tilted to the side once again. "Nothing... I.. I just think you're really good at playing the piano.. and that your fingers are p-pretty," you stuttered.

Soobin walks back to the couch where you were sitting, he draws his face near to yours as you back down, leaning your head on the backrest of the couch. "Is that all you're thinking about?" You felt your heart thump faster and harder as you nodded frantically, your palms sweaty. "I don't think so," he leans closer, one wrong move and you'll get your lips crashed with his, "I heard you call my name in your sleep -- let me correct myself, you were actually moaning my name." His arms were on both sides of your head, you're trapped on the couch.

"I'm not the type to let myself go in this kind of situation, but," he stopped as he twirled the end of your hair on his fingers, "You excite me. I'm actually surprised." He chuckled. "S-soobin, I... I didn't mean t--" "Mhm, you didn't baby, you didn't." He nods as he presses his thumb on your glossy lips. You gripped his jacket on your lap with nowhere to ground yourself. Your eyes flutter close at the skin contact. "See? You really didn't." He whispered before closing the gap between the two of you.

You did not know what happened, or what had gotten unto him, but there's one thing you were sure of. Your music tutor is making out with you.

"My, my... You were thinking about what else my fingers can do, am I right?" He remarked as he pulled away a bit. You bit your lips as you nodded lightly. "Naughty girl." He smirked.

His fingers danced across your face, touching your cheeks as he kissed you. You can't help but hold onto his arms.

"Stand up," he commanded as he pulled away. He gently drags you and makes you sit on the soft cushion chair in front of the piano. "Show me what you have learned." He ordered as he kneeled in front of you. "You look pretty by the way," he added.

You slowly pressed on the keys of the piano with an unstable rhythm and a pounding heart. "Spread your legs, I'll show you something," he chuckled at the thought. You clenched your hand as you slowly spread your legs in front of him. "Don't stop playing until I say so," he instructed as he pushed your underwear to the side.

You continued playing on the piano with a more uneven tone and rhythm as you trembled under his touch. His fingers danced gracefully on your pussy, slightly grazing your clit, making you shiver.

He bunches up your skirt to your waist and pulls your underwear all the way for easier access. "Tell me once again that you didn't mean what you were doing earlier," a playful smirk was plastered on his face as he looked up at you. "I... I didn't m-mean to m-moan your n-name..." You whispered with a shaky voice. "Is that right?" He asked, his finger nudging your clit. You nodded as you felt your body shrink at his melting gaze.

"Your body says otherwise, lovely." He chimed as his middle finger slides easily inside you making you gasp. "Continue playing, I'm grading you." He reminded.

You don't even know if the notes you're playing were making sense or if it's the right key, you just kept on pressing the keys with trembling hands as you felt Soobin's finger scissoring your pussy. "You're so wet that all I can hear is the squelching sound, your notes are being drowned," he commented, pressing on your sweet spots.

"S-soobin, I can't a-anymore..." Your fingers stopped, as you shook your head. "I'm grading you y/n. It's either you pass, or I'm going to refer you to another tutor." He warned. "B-but--" "No buts, pretty. Continue."

You did not know where your mind flew to. All you can think about is how his pretty fingers are stretching you out and reaching the spots your own fingers weren't able to reach. "I'm g-gonna cum..." Your voice all trembling and shaking as much as your legs do.

"So soon?" Soobin started to move a bit faster, the sound your pussy was making was so lewd and dirty. You're toes curled, your hand gripped on his shoulder as you try to stop yourself from cumming. Soobin smirked, you're so lovely to look at. "Hmm, pretty." He chuckled as he stared at you.

"P-please Soobin, I'm gonna cum..." You pleaded. He twisted his fingers, scissored and pushed it more inside your gummy walls, you're too weak to hold back. You came on his fingers as you shuddered with his finger still fucking inside you. You were whining and squirming, but he's too strong for your weakened body.

He pulled his fingers out. He stares at his sticky and slicked-covered fingers and looks at you. He saw how the flush crept over your cheeks. "We will continue our sessions, you still have a lot to learn." His gaze at you is unwavering, waiting for you to look back at him. And when you did, his fingers disappeared in his own mouth.

"Fuck, you taste so sweet." He moaned, cleaning his own fingers covered with your cum. His low voice gives you a shiver down your spine. He continued on licking his fingers, eyes locked on yours. You lean down to kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue. He pulled away. "I'm still not done, hold your skirt up." As a good student, you gladly obliged, clutching on your skirt.

He placed one of your thighs on his shoulder as he dives into your pussy. Lapping every essence dripping down. You squirmed and gripped on his hair. His tongue poking on your cunt. "S-soobin ahh, shit." You've lost it. Your tutor is eating you out, the guy you have a little crush on.

He keeps on humming in your pussy, the vibration adds to the tingly sensation you are feeling. You were in ecstasy.

"N-no more... Hng.." he did not stop. No way he's gonna stop. Not when Soobin is already hard and on the verge of cumming just by eating you out. But he holds back. "Shit!" Soobin felt you clench on his tongue, riding your other high. Your legs spasmed while he was cleaning you with his tongue, scraping every drop of your cum. It's something he can't waste.

He looks up at you, wiping his glistening mouth and nose with the back of his hand.

"Lay on the couch." He bosses, as he proceeded to lock the door. "Maybe buying this bigger couch has a purpose. Too bad it'll get soiled today, I just bought it yesterday." He smiled as he unzipped his pants, "Bend over. You're the one to grade me this time. Which is the best? My finger, my tongue, or my cock."

@binniesbooks 2024

[coralinnii]

congratulations on the 2.7k followers 🎉🎉 you really deserve it^^ you're writing is just so good and amazing i'm so happy more people recognise your talent <3 (also i really like the fact that you opened your requests for 27h it's really a fun way to remember that you got 2.7k followers hhhh)

So i'd like to request, if it's alright with you, yuu staying at crewel's or train's place during the holidays and the messages they exchange with (riddle, ruggie, vil, epel) , just yuu having a long distance relationship with the boys if it makes sense!! you can make it platonic or romantic, I don't mind either as long as you have fun writing it ^-^

thank you in advance and again congratulations, i'm really happy for you! have a nice day <3

❋ It Doesn’t Matter Where I Am, I’m Yours ❋

↳ long-distance relationship with him over the holidays

feat: Riddle ⭑ Ruggie ⭑ Vil ⭑ Epel

genre: fluffy romance

note: no pronouns used with the reader, established relationships, reader is implied to be Yuu since Grim comes with them, reader is staying with Crewel in Riddle and Ruggie’s ver. and with Trein in Vil and Epel’s ver., nicknames are used as terms of endearment (rose and my love in Riddle’s ver., sweet lil thing in Ruggie’s ver., sweet potato in Vil’s ver.,)

How did I choose who reader stays with? With a coin flip and it somehow worked out this way :p Hope you enjoy it!

2.7K Followers Writing Event

Riddle’s mother insisted he returned home and Professor Crewel offered demanded that you stay with him over the holidays after finding out that the cafeteria ghosts would be gone throughout the break.

If you two were still new into the relationship, Riddle was anxious over this separation, he's gotten used to the routine of seeing you every day and he can't imagine a day without you, let alone a month. The sweet redhead insisted you keep in contact with him every day, no matter what.

He knew that his mother would set him a schedule filled to the minute with studies and magic practice but he managed to convince her to give him 30 minutes with his phone, in the guise of keeping updated with his dormmates as the Housewarden. He may even try to wake up a little earlier just to text you good morning

teenage rebellion?

But Riddle is not the most familiar with texting slang and lingo, being the type to write out every message with proper grammar, spelling, and explanation points.

At first, he sounded like, albeit sweet, a daily weather update. Riddle once read in a book that a good conversation starter is “Nice weather we have” and just went with it.

As the days went by, Riddle has gotten more comfortable and soon the 30 minutes doesn’t seem enough for him. He wants to tell you more about his hometown (even if he couldn’t leave his home), mention how Trey and Chenya would occasionally sneak a visit, even little tidbits of something he learned from his studies you might find interesting, anything to spend time with you.

If you send him random videos you found online, Riddle would be so confused and won’t understand the humour of it but will text you it was funny just to make you happy (this precious confused child).

Whenever Riddle unintentionally texts you something sweet, Crewel gives you an exasperated look your way as your joyous gushing would startle the puppies.

But Crewel sighs with a little smile on his lips and let you be, better Riddle than those trouble-making Heartslabyul duo. At least with Grim, his trained dogs can keep him in check while the two of you are here.

Riddle is incredibly happy to be able to speak with you everyday but secretly he’s mentally counting the days when he could see you again at school.

His messages

“Good morning, Rose. Today is forecasted to be windy where you are. Be sure to stay warm”

“The cat is adorable. However, I do not understand what is a “blep”.”

“Grim was reprimanded by Crewel and his dogs for trying to steal extra snacks? Perhaps Heartslabyul should adopt a few as well”

“It’s already 2 minutes before I must get ready for sleep? It’s unfortunate but I must go for today. Good night, my love. I will greet you first thing in the morning”

Ruggie was surprised that you were going to stay with Professor Crewel this holiday break but he was going to be busy with seasonal part-time jobs anyway so he wasn’t planning on visiting you (Crewel would’ve sent his dogs on him if he did, anyway).

Due to his irregular work schedules, you couldn’t predict when Ruggie would text you. Different part-time jobs would give him different break times so you and Grim could be helping Crewel to feed his puppies and suddenly you had to hide the cute text your boyfriend sent you from a suspicious Crewel.

“Pup, who was that?”

“Just Ruggie…don’t look, it’s embarrassing!”

Ruggie may even write over-the-top lovey-dovey messages to you, partly to annoy Crewel, but mostly because he does mean them

But sometimes Ruggie would get too tuckered out to text you and would apologize for not replying as soon as he could the next day.

It’s understandable, though. Which is why you tried to text more to lift his spirits, so that everytime he opens up his messages, he reads your little motivational messages.

“Don’t forget to eat lots, my hardworking hyena! I’m so proud of you <3”

Ruggie’s coworkers won’t get a single explanation to Ruggie’s sudden burst of energy in the second half of the day, nor his wagging tail. But they can guess that is something to do with you, judging by the goofy smile the hyena beastman has on throughout his shift.

His grandmother is very aware of your presence in Ruggie’s life, not that he’s very subtle. She sees the way Ruggie gets a toothy grin so early in the morning just by looking at his phone, or the way his ears perk up when his phone vibrates.

His messages

“Mornin’, sweet lil thing. How’s life with Mr. Tall, Dark, and Grumpy? Shyehehe, wouldn’t be surprised if he gave ya some homework while ya there”

“Grandma made some of her famous donuts. When we come back, I’ll make some for ya so look forward it”

“The kids are badgering me to show ‘em the pic of ya. Even Grandma is curious! She wanna know who’s been making me so happy so…do ya mind?”

“It’s weird. Even with my work and the kids, I still feel kinda bored. I wanna see ya soon. I can’t believe that I might want school to actually open sooner”

Holidays would be a busy time for Vil. Even if he specified that he’s prioritizing his studies, he would occasionally agree to a gig or two, just to ensure he stays relevant in the business.

Funnily enough, Professor Trein offered to house you during the holidays since his wife heard that you were spending the holidays all alone in your depreciated dorm (what’s the difference with any other day, though?) and wouldn’t let that be. Both Trein and Vil live in the Shaftlands but it was still miles away from each other and with Vil’s busy life, you couldn’t really see each other over the break.

Cautious of his situation, Vil is careful with when and where he is when he’s messaging. It’s not that his agency would ever let anybody with ill intentions come close to him, but he doesn’t want to drag into this world where social vultures could harm you.

Vil’s texts are professional but always sweet and filled with concern for you. Asking you how was your day, if you have eaten yet, and if you remembered to take care of yourself (then reprimand you if you did forget).

In the comfort of his home, Vil would video call you as he does his skincare routine, content with listening to you as you tell him about your day and talking about the most random things, because you look so beautiful to him when you do.

If you gush about how amazing the Shaftlands was as Trein and his wife showed you and Grim around, Vil would entertain the thought of showing you around his hometown with you. Just the two of you.

One day, Vil’s father was passing by as the two of you were on your video calls which is when Vil finally introduces you to his father. The older man is pleased to finally meet the one who’s making his son so happy and even excited to return to school. Vil chose not to comment on this.

His messages

“It may not be as cold there as it is here, but be sure to put on your moisturizer. Just because I’m not there to take care of you doesn’t mean you have a day off, sweet potato”

“Oh, you saw my interview this afternoon? Well of course, I was nothing short of pure elegance. But thank you, my dear. I truly appreciate your kind words. Hmm? Of course, I will tell you my next appearance”

“Sweet potato, your eyes seem tired today. Are you alright? You stayed up watching movies? Good grief, I told you how bad that was…you were watching my early works? …That is no excuse, we can watch them together when we return to college”

“Professor Trein told you and Grim that you could visit my town sometime next week? Hmm, I will discuss with my agent and I will show you around myself. Hmm? No, it’s no trouble. What inconsiderate man would think a date with his beloved would be trouble. I will see you soon”

Epel was surprised that you were actually going to be closer than he realized when you told him that you were staying with Professor Trein and his family over the break.

However, Trein’s town still isn’t exactly close and Epel was going to help out his family on the farm throughout the break anyway so the two of you couldn’t meet up as much as you really wanted to.

Texting while he was working outside wasn’t easy with the gloves Epel had to deal with so he opted with taking pictures, voice messages, and video calls whenever he could. He sends you pictures of some of the newly harvested apples and raves over the great harvest this year, which you found absolutely adorable (but you kept that to yourself).

He tried his very best to be sneaky about his calls to you though, because the townspeople would tease him and gush about young love whenever they catch him sending messages on the job.

“Look at my lil’ apple. All grown up an’ smitten”

“Grandma!”

It wasn’t any less embarrassing on your end as Trein’s daughters were also staying during the holidays and quickly caught you on your phone leaving cute messages for Epel. They’ve taken up the older sister role and lovingly grill you over your relationship.

“Does he give you flowers or chocolates? No? Hmph, how disappointing”

“He may be a hard worker, but if he isn’t a gentleman, he’s not husband material!”

The sisters were only a little bit impressed when after you jokingly told Epel about that embarrassing conversation, there was a crate of genuine Harveston apple juice. Atop of the crate, there was a note formally wishing the Trein family well and thanking them for taking care of you.

Epel may have wanted to prove to you he can be a man, but now he also wants to prove he’s a gentleman…and also husband material.

His messages

“Is it cold where ya are? Be sure to get real cozy and warm. Huh, Grim’s been complaining? Haha, Shaftlands chills ain’t no joke”

“The town’s real happy about the harvest this season. Gonna be another year of delicious foods this time around. I really wanna share with ya when we get back to school”

“Do you like the apple juice I sent ya? It’s made with the apples I picked myself, you know. Gotta only be the best for ya afterall”

“Grandma has been naggin’ to bring ya over to visit. To be honest…I want that too. I miss ya a lot”

[sabrinathepolytheist]

In Defense of Aphrodite! - A Devotional Work!

Hello all, this is a thing I wrote a while back, but now that I have a blog, I figured I would share it! I get so annoyed by people giving Aphrodite flak and dishonoring her by the words they say. While I understand that most of these individuals are not pagans, or even Hellenist for that matter, I still think it is disrespectful. For those of you who are not Hellenist out there or worshipers of Aphrodite, please understand that she is a goddess, and that there are people who do honor and respect her. So, if you are a non-pagan and you put yourself in the shoes of an Aphrodite worshiper for a moment, you would see why we are annoyed, and quite frankly why we are angry about the recent trends spreading about our goddess on TikTok.

In Defense of Aphrodite:

What this post will cover:

What she is not!

How she shows love!

How she shows beauty!

She extends herself far beyond just love and beauty!

She is a mother figure!

She is not a monster!

What she is not!

People, pagans included seem to shun Aphrodite. They mock her and belittle her. They assume that because in myth she is portrayed as jealous, sadistic, and uptight, that it must be relative to her true nature. However, this is not, and never was the case. Aphrodite is not a monster; she doesn't "curse women who are compared to her in beauty". She definitely doesn't "take away your beauty if you ignore her". She is totally not the "whore" that modern media has reduced her to. She most certainly is not an advocate for the lesser-known toxic femininity that people often cast her with, otherwise known as a diva. She is SO much more than what people see!

How she shows love!

If you would just get to know her, and begin to be one within her bliss, she will show you her truly loving, caring, compassionate, patient, and unconditional nature. This is when you begin to love her as she loves you. When you get to know Aphrodite you see that there is more to life than just slugging through pay-check after pay-check, that there is more to life than what the media will advertise to you, that life itself is beautiful. Life is her gift to us, and thus we should cherish this gift. She animates our soul, and fills us with wonder, and amazement to explore the world, and to explore life with curiosity. Life is such a special and sacred thing. She cried for Adonis when he perished, but this is not just her sadness for the death of her mortal lover, this is the sadness that she feels when each and every one of us dies! That is how much she truly loves us! She cherishes every waking second she gets with us before it's our time to go. She is love incarnate!

How she shows beauty!

Aphrodite can teach us one major thing about beauty, that is, that it is subjective. Beauty is, and always has been in the eye of the beholder. Beauty is not the caked-up face that society has forced upon most women, true beauty comes naturally. You are already SO beautiful and you don't even know it. Beauty is not reserved for celebrities, or models. Beauty is not the stereotypical body standard that plagues society these days. Beauty is for all! Men, and women alike can rejoice, and appreciate the beauty in themselves, and in our world! There is beauty in us, in the rustling of the trees on a windy day, within the hearts of the ducks swimming gracefully upon the pond, within the eyes of any living creature. Aphrodite is beauty incarnate! If you just look for her, she is everywhere!

She extends herself far beyond just love and beauty!

Aphrodite is the goddess of all love and beauty, but she is SO much more than that. She is also the goddess of pleasure, passion, romance, and desire - none of which are inherently sexual in nature but can very well be sexual in nature if one wishes. she is the goddess of the self; self-love, self-care, self-adoration, self-confidence, even self-discipline - the list goes on. She is the goddess of the heart and is a heart healer. You can vent your sorrows to her, and she will listen, and she will guide you to healing. She will speak to you, be it in your subconscious, or in your heart itself, she will heal your sorrows and your pain.

She is a mother figure!

Aphrodite is a mother too, and if you are one who has a not-so-great mortal mother, Aphrodite will take you into her arms, and openly accept you as her own child - though you are not her blood born child, and most certainly are not a demi-god - she will still take you as her own, especially those who lacked the parental love they needed in childhood. She loves her children very much and will do anything in her power to protect them. If Eros is anything to look at in myth, she doesn't let him get away with Psyche so easily, and I feel that as a mother, she was just trying to better understand Psyche before letting Eros pursue her fully. She wouldn't want anyone to hurt Eros. She gives this same loving motherly protection to all her children. She loves us so very much!

She is not a monster!

As we can see, Aphrodite is not a monster, she is not the vile goddess myth portrays her as. She is lovely in nature to say the very least about her character. She loves all, and wants us to realize that beauty is subjective, and that everyone holds their own beauty inside and out. I pray that Aphrodite blesses and protects each and every person who reads this! <3

[lana-angel-writes]

Winter’s Kitten

Pairing| Bucky Barnes x reader (gender is not really specified)

Summary| Bucky comes home from the market with a very unexpected but adorable surprise.

Warnings| Absolutely none- Just some random cute fluff

Materlist

Today was a very cold winter day in brooklyn and you had sent bucky out to get more bread from the corner market. It started snowing when he left, which was thirty minutes ago, and it was getting really thick and windy. You were starting to get worried, what if something happened to him? You decided to give it ten minutes until you were going to call him and make sure he wasn’t in trouble. Just as you were about to go to get your phone the door to your shared apartment opened. When Bucky walked through the entry he was covered in snow from head to toe, with a grocery bag in his hand. But what you also didn’t miss to notice was the abnormal lump coming off of his abdomen. “Hey doll, sorry it took me so long, the weathers really getting bad out there.” You stood in front of him speechless did he not think you noticed the now moving lump under his coat. “Buck, what's under your coat?” One thing you always found cute about Bucky was that he couldn’t lie to you. The give away signs were that he couldn’t look you in the eyes, and he’d blush. And right now the big super soldier in front of you looked like a schoolgirl with a crush. “Well, I uh, found her outside on my way back from the market, she doesn’t have a home doll.” As he unzipped his coat a ball of white fluff appeared. “Baby, is that a cat?”,”Yeah.” As soon as Bucky spoke the cat started to move, she tried to crawl up his chest but ended up snuggling back into his arms. Now that she adjusted you could actually see the cat's features,she had big bright blue eyes and tiny little ears.You could now totally understand why he couldn’t leave her behind. She was adorable and the way she looked at you just made you want to melt. “So what do you think of her doll? Can we keep her?” You had no idea your boyfriend could look so innocent, he was giving you the biggest puppy dog eyes with a pout on his lips. How could you ever say no to him or the adorable cat. “Of course we can keep her, Buck.” You couldn’t help but chuckle at the pure excitement on his face and as if the cat knew she had just found a permanent home she jumped out of Bucky’s arms and started to inspect the cozy apartment. After Bucky took off his jacket and boots he pulled you into his arms. “Thank you doll.” Instead of answering him you pulled your head off of his chest to kiss his stubbled jaw. Bucky moved his head down to give you a proper kiss and right before your lips touched there was a loud crash in the living room. "Well I better go check what that was.", "Yeah, I think that's a good idea,Buck."

Later that night when you and Bucky were settled down in bed, he asked “What about alpine.”, “What do you mean Buck?”, “For our new addition to the family.” You loved how easily Bucky said ‘family’ . You felt honored and proud that you were able to keep that special place in his heart.Since Bucky was the one who brought the cat home you thought that he should have the honor of naming her. “I think that's perfect, baby.”

Just after Bucky went to sleep a certain fluffy white cat decided she was going to sleep right on Bucky's chest. You couldn’t help the smile that came across your face, the sight of a man, most are afraid of cuddling with a little cat, was so wholesomely adorable. You were glad that Bucky brought home your new addition to your little family.

[padfootagain]

Only an Almost (XIII)

Chapter 13: Decisions

Hi! Here comes a new chapter! We are reaching the heights of the angst… next chapter. So, buckle up, we’re up for a wild ride…

I hope you’ll like this chapter! Please, tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Hozier x fem!reader, friends with benefits AU

Warning: No explicit smut or nsfw content, but there are sexual themes and heavy make-out sessions (it’s a friends with benefits AU, I can’t really escape it), so 18+ only!

Summary: Andrew has been in love with you for years, and yet he has never confessed his feelings. But a night out celebrating the engagement of his best friend changes everything. However, you don't seem ready to be with him just yet. You make him an offer that he can't refuse... but will certainly regret.

Word Count : 1982

Masterlist for the series – Hozier’s Masterlist – Main Masterlist

“Andy, honey… can you take a pic from up there? Down the river. Try to centre it on the bridge…”

Andrew followed his mother’s instructions, climbed on the bench by the docks that ran along the Liffey, aimed the camera the best he could, took a couple of pictures.

“Is that alright?” he asked his mother to check the pictures, handing her the camera.

“Perfect! Thank you, honey.”

They resumed their walk down the river, Raine’s camera secured around her neck. He offered his mother his arm, and she took it with a tender smile.

“This is such a lovely afternoon, isn’t it?” she said after a moment of comfortable silence.

The sky was grey but there was no rain in sight. Dublin was busy with life, as it always was. The murmur of cars passing in adjacent streets and boulevards mingled with the cries of a few seagulls who had flew up along the river from the sea. It was early in the afternoon still, right after lunch-hours, and the docks were empty of people, except for the occasional joggers and their loud earphones, the parents and their children, the lovely couples. It wasn’t too warm, nor too windy. There was a sweet scent coming from a nearby bakery.

“Yeah, it is lovely,” Andrew nodded.

“Thanks for coming with me today and helping me with the pictures.”

“I’m expecting some kind of reward for such hard work,” he joked, making his mother laugh wholeheartedly.

“That may be arranged… if you come for lunch on Sunday.”

“Sure, I’ll be there.”

“Jon is coming too, with his partner.”

“Lovely.”

“You can ask Y/N to come, if you want to.”

“Mom…”

Andrew shook his head, growing annoyed already.

“Y/N and I aren’t together. I’ve told you…”

“I know, I know. You have that… casual thing going on. No progress on that then?”

Andrew grew quiet, pushed his tongue against the inside of his cheek as he thought of an answer.

“I don’t know,” he answered earnestly. “I’m fucking lost.”

Raine waited patiently for her son to speak again.

“I… It’s like… I don’t know what she wants. Sometimes it’s just so… nice. Like we’re moving forward, like we’re getting closer to being an actual couple. And the next second she’s cold and just…”

“One step forward, two steps back…”

“Yeah, something like that. Back to square one. I don’t know what to do. I just… I can’t believe she feels nothing at all. There was this one time I talked to a woman in a pub… she was fucking jealous. I stayed over night and it was so… intimate. Really. It wasn’t just casual. And we have so much fun together, like… we really have a lot of moments when we are truly happy. But then, the other day, she just ran off like laying in bed with me for five minutes might kill her.”

He heaved a deep sigh.

“I don’t know. I’m lost. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what I should do, and I don’t know what I want either.”

“Don’t you? Know what you want?”

“I mean… I do know. But she doesn’t want that.”

“Have you told her how you feel?”

“No… I don’t think she would react well.”

It was Raine’s turn to heave a sigh.

“If the two of you don’t want the same thing… you can’t stay with her. You’ll get hurt, Andrew. Do you understand?”

“Of course… don’t you think I’ve thought of that?” he fought back, being harsher than he meant.

He felt guilty as soon as the words passed his lips, and so he tightly closed them.

“You need to talk to her,” his mother insisted, ignoring her son’s irritation. “It’s the only way out. Communication is key.”

“I know.”

“But?”

“But if I do, and she rejects me…”

He let his words suspended in mid-air, to hover between them. But Raine soon let out a low chuckle.

“Andy… You can’t have happiness without sorrow; love without pain; satisfaction without risks… it’s never one or the other. It’s always both. If she rejects you, you’ll have to learn how to live with it, the way we all do.”

“I don’t know how to live without her. And I don’t think I want to find out.”

Slowly, she nodded.

“You must really love her,” was her only answer.

His throat tightened, he could feel that he was welling up too.

“Yeah… yeah…”

“I have to admit… I don’t understand her,” Raine went on.

She stopped their walk so they could sit on the bench there, facing the river. It wasn’t the nicest part of the docks, but it was quiet, and someone near was blowing soap bubbles with their daughter. They flew up catching the light of the hidden sun, iridescent and fragile as they rod on the wind. They both looked at the bubbles while they spoke.

“What do you mean?” asked Andrew.

“I mean… I’ve always thought that she felt the same as you did. That one day your lives would finally align, and you’d end up together. Married even.”

“Were you already choosing baby names for us?” Andrew laughed.

“I have a whole list,” she joked, and they both laughed for a moment, despite all the pain held in this conversation. “I don’t know… I thought she loved you.”

“I don’t know… sometimes I have hope. Sometimes she pushes me away so much, I wonder if she doesn’t hate me a little.”

“Hate you?”

“Or is ashamed of me, perhaps.”

“Why would she be ashamed of you? You’re a good man. You truly are a good and kind person. There will never be a day when I am not infinitely proud of who you’ve become.”

“God, mom, stop… that’s enough…” Andrew protested, blushing all the way to the top of his ears and shifting uncomfortably on their bench.

Raine merely smiled fondly at him.

“I don’t know,” Andrew went on. “I don’t understand what she wants.”

“This can’t go on forever.”

Slowly, he nodded. Daphne’s words echoed in his mind.

“You’re right. I need to talk to her.”

“I’m your mother. I’m always right!”

They laughed again, brighter and merrier than before. They remained there for a long while, chatting, the conversation drifting towards the rest of their family, this new recipe for a blueberry pie she wanted to try, this song he was working on.

When he offered to go for tea before going home, Andrew was fully aware of how lucky he was to have her by his side.

The hike was nice, although the weather was unsteady. But then again, it always was in Ireland.

Andrew wanted to wait until you would reach the lake to talk. First Daphne, then his mother… he couldn’t push back that moment any longer.

You had talked about your work while you walked, then about the wedding. It was coming closer, only a couple of months left. Soon, it would be time to try on the dresses and suits, settle on the flavour for the cake.

You were growing a little annoyed though. It was visible that he was only half-listening to you, barely participating in the conversation. Still, you didn’t say a thing, merely pouting and frowning a little. You were adorable, as always…

“Ha, there it is! Let’s take a break!” he offered as you finally reached the shore of the lake.

You plopped down in the grass as an answer, further away from the trail so as not to be disturbed if more people were coming this way. Andrew soon joined you.

“Alright, what snacks for today?” he asked, making you roll your eyes.

“You know you can bring your own snacks…”

“They’re better if I steal them from you!”

You chuckled, handing him some biscuits and some grapes.

“As sweet as you,” he teased, biting in one of the fruits and shooting you a wink that brough fire to your skin.

“Smooth,” you said with irony dripping from your voice.

He laughed, biting on his biscuit instead. His favourites. He wondered if you knew how much he loved them. You often carried these when you hiked together.

There was a long silence, and Andrew was visibly nervous. He had a lot of courage to gather, and a lump in his throat that needed to be swallowed back, so he could finally talk to you.

“Andy? Spit it out.”

He looked up at you.

“Hmm?”

“Whatever it is that got you so worked up… spit it out. You’re killing me.”

He clenched his jaw, set his gaze on the lake. Peaceful. Tiny ripples brought by the wind. Rocks and grass and wildflowers staining its shores. There were some birds over there, on a tiny rock, right on the edge of the water. He wondered what kind of birds they were, all shades of grey and white and black…

“I just… I think we should talk.”

“We have talked,” you fought back, defensive already.

“Y/N…”

“Look, Andy… things are simple. We don’t need to talk about this more. We agreed that this would be casual, just sex, no attach. If you don’t want to do that anymore, we can stop.”

“I don’t want us to stop…”

“What do you want then?”

You.

But if he said it, he knew you would run. He could see it in your eyes now. Somehow, he just knew you would fly away like these birds on the shore of the lake, that you would disappear in the sky, never to be seen again.

“I just want you to answer one question.”

“Go on.”

“What do you want from me?”

You were so taken aback by his question, you were left silent, with lips parted and brows furrowed.

“What… what do you mean?” you stuttered back.

“What do you want from me? This… this is temporary. At one point, we’ll either become more than friends, or go back to being in a friendly zone. Which one will it be?”

You huffed, clearly uncomfortable, shifting your weight.

“I don’t know. How could I know that?”

“I know.”

“And what do you want?”

“I asked first.”

“I asked second.”

“No. No, Y/N. You’re not allowed to turn that around.”

“Why not? Why are you asking this anyway? You’re always… wanting to plan, wanting to make this evolve… why can’t things just remain how they are?”

Because I’m in love with you.

But Andrew couldn’t say that. He settled for what seemed like the next best thing.

“Because I care about you. And because nothing ever stays the same. Things always change.”

He was surprised by your sudden anger. How you got to your feet in a jolt. How you started packing back your snacks.

“Y/N…”

“I don’t fucking know, okay?! What do you want me to tell you, Andy? It was never meant to be more than an arrangement. What else could I say?”

“It means more than that to me.”

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. He didn’t know what to make of your silence. Because if no words were coming out of your mouth, tears were gathering at the corners of your eyes.

And his heart was beating a thousand miles a minute, but he didn’t back down. He stared, and waited, for an answer that never came.

Instead, you kept on packing. And then you were off to the trail without a word. He followed you, eventually, walking behind you in silence. It started to rain, about halfway down the trail to get back to the carpark. You reached his car in silence, drenched and miserable.

You didn’t speak for a few days, until an olive branch was offered to him, in the shape of an invitation to the cinema.

He ended up in your bed that night, but when it was over and done, he didn’t stay.

[nextstopwonderland]

Yuta has been a key part of Bryan’s road to Wembley from the beginning. He was the catalyst for Bryan to enter the Owen Hart tournament, after Bryan saw how fired up his was to come back after being injured

Prior to Bryan’s first Owen match with Shingo at FD, Yuta gets targeted in an in-ring segment that very much mirrored last year’s pre-FD segment with Bryan, Yuta, and Okada.

Bryan cuts a promo afterward feeling angry and protective because he knows someone who just came back from injury was in harms way for him.

In the middle of all of this, Nigel is continuing to say on Collision that Wheeler should break away from the BCC and go out on his own. In the middle of all this, he drops the Pure belt but not before he does the Cattle Mutilation, Bryan’s signature submission hold, during the match with Lee.

Then on Rampage, Bryan accompanies Yuta for his match against the Butcher and then goes on comm where he talks about how they’ve been training so much together, and working on a lot of things. One of those is revealed to be Wheeler using the Cattle Mutilation again, and this time he’s able to get it for the win.

Bryan is ridiculously proud.

The next night on Collision a promo drops of Bryan and Wheeler training together to get Bryan ready for Swerve and Wembley, not unlike when Bryan was getting Mox ready for Windy City.

Again, throughout this Nigel is still instigating that Yuta should break away, despite the two of them seeming stronger than ever.

On Dynamite, Bryan has his Anything Goes match with Jarrett, and Yuta runs out after to check on him. Swerve comes out, decides maybe he needs his own ‘get ready’ match and chooses Yuta. And tells Bryan he has to watch as he dismantles him.

Yuta is more than ready, Bryan calms him down telling him to wait until next week.

The next day it’s announced Bryan will be on commentary for Rampage again

So now we have a situation where Yuta, coming off an injury, could potentially get hurt again for Bryan while Bryan watches on.

See rampage commentary:

Possibility the way they play this is Yuta gets “injured”, Bryan feels guilty but more than that he feels fucking pissed and now there’s real heat behind their match.

Also: Claudio will be in the building next week, perhaps Mox returns? maybe there’s hangman interference? I believe a lot could go down at the end of this match to drive things into a fever pitch.

ETA: how it went down with swerve - the dragon was unleashed:

[bridgemino]

MINOR CONTENT WARNING: This story contains some heavy topics!!

(This story is a bit of a duzie…so buckle up, buttercups!)

Hell in Hurricane

Hurricanes came and gone. The worst that had happened was a lost house or damage; nothing the rescue team couldn’t fix. They were scary, rainy and windy, but they had never needed to evacuate or relocate. It was an occasional phenomenon. One they had dealt with many times.

Jin wriggled along to the music that blasted through her headphones. She had found the song recently, and it had definitely placed in her favorites list. “Ba, da da dada daaaaaaAAH-“ she jumped up from her seat, her headphones flying off her head. The bass could be heard still from where they fell. “P-Poli! When did you show up?!”

Poli gave her a concerned look. “A few moments ago. Perhaps you should turn that down a bit, Jin.” He said, pointing his tire towards the headphones that were so loud, they vibrated across the floor. “Jeez! How high did you turn that up?!” His tone turned more playful than stern. But it quietly switched back.

“Ummm, moving on…do you need something, Poli?” She asked, turning the music off, and brushing the headphones to the side with her foot.

Poli shook his head. “No, I was just checking in. We could use some rain soon, though. Amber’s flowers are wilting..”

Jin nodded slowly. “Okay. Uh, hey Poli, can you get the rest of the team here? There’s something I’d like to discuss with you guys.”

“Oh, alright. I’ll make an announcement.”

…

“So you’re saying that this massive hurricane is coming, and you had no idea?” Helly hissed, looking both shocked and upset. “How are we supposed to prepare for a hurricane like this in less than two days?!”

Jin cringed. “I know, I know! I should’ve known that my broken weather machine meant no good…nghh..”

Roy moved forward. “Hey, instead of complaining, let’s work on getting the town ready for this storm. We only have a matter of hours til the storm hits, so we should get started now.”

Amber nodded. “Yes, but have we had a hurricane of this strength hit Broomstown? Do you think our town can handle it?” As pondered aloud, her eyes wide with worry.

“I don’t know.” Jin said, then slinking down into her chair. “It’s expected to be a strong category 5 hurricane by the time it reaches us.” She frowned.

“Perhaps we should evacuate some of the towns people to other towns with the other rescue teams?” Poli suggested. “We’ve never done it before, but perhaps it would be helpful. It would be easier to tend to the town without most of the people here. It will also be safer for them.”

Roy nodded, “That’ll work. We just have to see if Carry is willing to transport people back and fourth. It’ll take too long by boat, and the ocean is a bit rough right now. Cici also needs to be out of the harbor very soon to ensure she doesn’t get stuck out in that storm.”

“Right..”

Jin sighed, “Poli, you try to come up with a quick plan, and the rest of us will prep the town for a hurricane. Sound okay?”

“Mhm.” The room was silent for a few moments, but soon Roy turned. “Let’s go Helly, we can start by the harbor and make our way inland.”

“Okay, Roy!”

They soon disappeared, and Jin and Amber followed shortly after.

Now Poli sat alone in the empty HQ. He watched the hurricane radar on the screen in front of him. It was really big. Had they ever been hit by a Cat 5 before? It was a direct hit as well. Estimated 30 feet of storm surge..? It definitely wasn’t safe for everyone to stay, especially those near the harbor. Did they have any other choice besides evacuation?

Poli shook his head and sighed. It’s just the same as any other hurricane. He tried to convince himself. Treat it as so.

[26 hours until landfall - HARBOR]

The sound of the crane triplets loading luggage and other items onto Cici filled the harbor. The wind had begun to pick up, and clouds rolled in among the horizon. A large group of the townsfolk was kept towards the storage sheds. Most of the town was here, and anxious at that. They had little information on the situation other than there was a hurricane and they were being evacuated.

Spooky shivered in fear. “Cap, do you think the hurricane will be really bad? What if we come home and everything’s destroyed?!” He asked timidly, watching as Poli guided Carry to land.

Cap shrugged, “I don’t know Spooky. Nothing like this has happened before, so I really don’t know any more than you do.” He frowned as well.

Cleany moved a bit closer. “Have you seen the rescue team? They look really worried…”

“Yeah,” Spooky agreed. “Wait, is Posty coming? I haven’t seen him since the announcement.”

“Me neither,” Cap said. “Do you think he’s staying?”

“He would be out of his mind if he was.” A raspy voice sounded from behind them. They all jumped and whipped around. There was an old grey car behind them, black triangular glasses rested on his nose, “I’ve been through many hurricanes in my lifetime. All the ones I’ve seen here were little baby ones. This one ain’t no baby.”

Cleany gulped. “W-Well, no…I s-suppose not..”

“We’ll hopefully only be evacuated for a day depending on damages. Rgh…something about this storm is givin’ me bad vibes. If your friend a’ yours is stayin’ here, he’s gonna learn a big lesson ‘bout them hurricanes.” The car grumbled, driving off as Carry’s door opened for another round of people.

The three friends looked at each other, confused and worried.

“I hope Posty doesn’t stay then..” Cap muttered.

Spooky and Cleany both replied at the same time. “Me neither.”

[15 hours until landfall — MR.WHEELER’S TIRE SHOP]

Roy shuffled boxes over, letting out a sigh. “Mr. Wheeler, are you positive you want to stay? It won’t be very safe for you here. You can still catch Carry’s last flight out if you hurry.” There was the soft constant sound of wind blowing outside. Darker, meaner clouds were beginning to engulf the town. It wouldn’t be long now.

Mr.Wheeler shook his head. “Well, are you guys leaving?” He countered Roy’s question, raising a brow as he stood up.

“We have to stay.” Roy said simply. “Unless every Broomstown citizen we’re to leave, we must stay.”

“Then no.” Mr. Wheeler sniffed arrogantly. “I trust you guys enough to save me in worst case scenario. Plus, hurricanes usually significantly weaken once they make landfall.”

Roy didn’t say anything, but he pressed his lips together tightly. He knew there was no way to change his mind now, so he decided not to fight it.

“I want to finish my TV show as well, I’m pretty close to the end and I don’t know what will be available in…wherever that relocation place is.” Mr. Wheeler said.

“You know you’ll quickly lose power, right?”

Mr.Wheeler sighed. “I’ve been in a hurricane before. I also have a generator now, so I’ll be okay.”

Roy was at a loss for words, but what else was there to say? You’re an imbecile? That would just be plain rude… “Hey Mr. Wheeler, can I temporarily take down the sign outside of your shop? I just want to ensure as little debris flies around as possible.”

“Sure, do what you want with the place. Oh—say, who else is waiting out the hurricane?”

Roy shrugged. “There are quite a few other families and individuals who are riding it out. Most of the town left, however.” He pushed through the doors of Mr.Wheeler’s shop, and looked up towards the sign. He would have to take everything out front down, then tape and board up the windows. There was still so much work to be done, and so little time.

Roy climbed up to the sign, loosening the bolts.

Pitter…patter…

The rain slowly began. It was a soft sprinkle, but it was also the beginning of a long, long night.

Roy shivered at the thought. Hopefully Mr.Wheeler was right. The hurricane would make landfall, then dissipate. If only.

[10 hours until landfall — SIDE ROADS NEAR THE HARBOR]

Poli stood near the edge of the cliff that lead down to the water. He could already tell the water was very slowly rising, the waves crashed among each other constantly. The sea seemed to be at war with itself, as though fending off an imminent threat.

He watched as a large flock of birds battled against the slowly growing winds, their cries signaling abnormality. Poli was checking the emergency phones, yet he would be lucky if they still stood after this event. He stared down at the harbor. It was strange not seeing the crane triplets, Cici, or even Lifty down there. It was completely empty.

Moving the crane triplets had been a bit of a hassle, but they didn’t want to stay, and the rescue team had to fulfill that wish. It was almost like looking into a ghost town.

The birds soon faded into the distance, and the only sound that occupied the area was the raging waves of the ocean. There was a soft rumble among the horizon. The storm was getting closer.

Poli cought a hold on himself, driving on to the nearest emergency phone. He did a few quick inspections, came to the conclusion it was fine, and carried on. On his way back towards the heart of the town, he heard a voice.

“Poli! Wait!”

It was high pitched, and Poli knew exactly who it was. He sighed and turned around. “Hello, Posty. How are you so far?”

Posty soon caught up. “I’m well, thank you. I hope the preparations haven’t been too much of a hassle on you and you team?” He did seem a bit worried.

“It’s been fine. Just a little stressful, I’ll admit.”

“I can only imagine!” Posty exclaimed. “I hope everything turns out okay, these clouds are looking pretty mean..but anyways, I better be headed back. I need to do something important. Bye Poli!” He then raced off.

“Ah, goodbye Posty.”

Poli sighed again. Posty did have a point, the clouds were looking rather worrying. But he did suppose things wouldn’t stay bright and sunny forever. Even though sometimes he wished it did.

[5 hours until landfall — BROOMS FOREST]

Amber headed deeper into the forest, which was completely void of people now. She had to settle down some things and fix some other things, but otherwise it was just a quick skim of the forest. The wind effortlessly rattled the trees around her like toys. The previous sprinkles of before had now become fat, yet slow, droplets that plopped down from the sky.

Admittedly, she was nervous. Very nervous. Something in her gut screamed to get away from here as fast as she could, but there was no leaving now. Carry was not going to fly back in, and the storm was too close. It was a matter of hours now before it made landfall. It was creeping up on them like prey, and it was ready to kill.

The storm growled above her, eager and hungry. The winds tried to push her back, but she continued on. The storm was growing stronger as it approached Broomstown. It loomed over them like a dark shadow, cutting out the sun and glaring down upon them. It sent shivers down her spine.

Finally, she reached the emergency phone that she had needed to tend to. She stabilized it into the ground, then ran a quick inspection. Admittedly, she did not want to spend another second here. Leaves flew off of the trees, begging her to run with them. Run to some place safe. Somewhere that was not home.

This place reminded her of when she and the team had to rescue Helly during a hurricane. Not fun, considering she was basically in one right now.

Amber turned back, ready to head home. With every step her legs seemed to carry her faster, the wind assisting her until she was moving at full speed towards home.

[Landfall — HQ]

Jin stared as the rain lashed against the windows. The hurricane roared above them, shivering the building below them. The rain was already beginning to pile up within their parking area outside. Lightning flashed and thunder clapped loudly.

There was one thing that worried Jin. Her teammates. None had returned yet, and Jin was left alone within the confines of the rescue center. It was cold inside, unlike the humid outdoors. Jin shivered. She was unsure whether it was with fear, or if she was just cold.

Thunder roared, and the ground shook. Jin clutched her coffee.

Jeez, where are they? Jin wondered. They should have been back a while ago…

Jin wanted to go out and look, but the conditions were far too bad to go running out and about. She would just have to wait until she gets a sign.

[HELLY]

Rain pounded against Helly’s skin, leaving red marks with each hit. The wind hassled the rain around at such high speeds it hurt. And it hurt pretty bad. Helly swallowed as water began to pool at his feet. Town square was somewhat high up, yet still too close to sea level to be comfortable. He was far enough inland not to worry right? Or was the town closer to the water than he thought-? After all, he did live on a island…what if they water engulfed them entirely?

He shook the thought away, wading to grab hold of the Thunder statue. The water at his feet moved with speed. This water was not clear and sparing, it was muddy, dark, and mean. This water had no intentions on passing by lightly. To add to that, the rain came down quickly in large quantities, the water was quickly rising. Plus the harsh winds pushed him around, and he was obviously unable to fly.

WHOOSH.

Helly’s heart stopped. Something flew right past his head. Something metallic and hard.

KA-THUNG!

It collided with great force against a building behind him. He slowly turned around. It was a road sign. A road sign that had been pulled from the ground and launched at his head. A few inches over and…no. No, don’t think about that.

The clouds above erupted into a loud laughter, and the ground shook once more.

CRASH!

A tree branch snapped off a tree and slammed against a nearby building. The trees around him shivered in terror, as though they would be next to be torn apart by these winds.

I have to get out of here! Helly thought quickly, his eyes wide and his heart pounding. The water reached his ankles now. Helly waded through the water, clutching onto a tree after a few steps. “Ngh..” the wind prevented him from taking smooth steps. It pushed him back, trying to pull him down into the water.

There was a loud rumble in the distance. The loud sound thundered in his direction. Though this wasn’t thunder. It sounded more like…rushing water?

Then it clicked.

No. No, nononononono-! He thought frantically. The dam! The one that kept the town from completely flooding. It had broken! Helly didn’t have much time to think before he was swallowed up in the water. It hit him like a brick, slamming his body to the ground before the debris-filled water rolled over him.

He waved his arms around, trying to pull himself up to the surface. This had to be at least 5 feet of water that weighed him down. His head popped up above the water, and he gasped for air. The water moved quickly, sweeping him away. The storm cackled again above him, and he saw victorious lightning light up the sky.

The water pushed him under again, and he flailed helplessly. Then, his arm caught something. A tree branch! He clutched it hard, trying to pull against the current to get atop it. His legs began to feel tired, and he pushed harder. “Rgghh!! Helly c’mon!!” He cried to himself. “Agggh!” He hissed again.

Finally, Helly was upon the branch, and he lifted himself further into the tree. The wind growled at his success, and tried to force him back down into the rapidly rising water. Helly wrapped his arms around the trunk of the tree as the little branch snapped off. The bark dug into his arms, and oil began to spill.

“Help!” He cried, though he could barely hear himself over the thrashing rain and howling winds. His arms begun to hurt, the rain hit his back like bullets, the wind threatened to tear him off the tree and into the water, and the tree shook violently, barely managing to stay up.

“Help me! Somebody! Roy! Poli! Please! Anybody!” He sobbed he couldn’t tell whether he was crying or if it was just the rain slapping his face. Everything hurt now, his arms were tired, his legs were tired, his skin burned, his lungs burned. At this point, what didn’t?

“Poli! Please!” He cried, hiccuping between his cracked words. “Help me!” The water creeped up to his feet again, and he tried to push himself further up the tree.

Now he wasn’t even sure if any of his friends were even alive. None of them had ever called in their return, and if they were out here…Helly didn’t want to think about it, but it sat in his brain like a rock. He hadn’t eaten in hours yet he was disgusted by the thought.

Then, he saw something that made his heart want to stop. An arm. It was a human arm, there was no body attached to it, just a lonesome limb, wandering the world. Away from its home. Helly choked on his own saliva for a moment. He looked away, burying his face into the tree bark.

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR……

The sound of the storm tearing apart what he once called home.

BANG, CRASH

The sound of debris of what was once his town being whipped around like toys.

CATHOOM

The sound of homes being washed away from their premises, and collapsing into the abuses below,

CRACK, SNAP!

The sound of the tree he clutched to breaking and bending, ready to come apart.

Helly didn’t know what to do anymore. He had no idea how he had come to this point, but he was terrified. His eyes were sealed shut as he used his remaining strength to hold on.

CRACK!

The tree leaned, and began to fall. Helly shot open his eyes to the piercing rain. Havoc. Pure havoc. He kicked away with his feet as the tree tumbled into the water with a groan, then disappeared in the abyss of death below. Now Helly clutched to the sharp, prickly remains of the stump, which was already beginning to be covered itself in water.

“….s-save me…” Helly whimpered. His strength was almost gone, and his arms wanted to give away. He wanted to sink into the death pit below it accept his fate. His teammates, his friends, his family…they were most likely there themselves. Helly didn’t what to die alone; not like this.

He wanted to be in the arms of his family. The ones who had brought him up and saved him. He was ready to give up.

Just as his strength was about to give into the harsh winds, to the beating rain, to the tornadoes that danced around him…it stopped.

Everything. The wind, the rain….everything. Helly shivered and looked up slowly. “Wh-wha..?” He was shocked he was still alive.

Was that the sun?

Was that the beautiful blue sky he missed so dearly?

The sun stared sadly down upon Helly. It seemed as though it wanted to cool everything down, remove the wind that sheered the land. But it could not.

Helly stared up at it, his tears reflected it’s beautiful rays.

He was in the eye of the hurricane.

All of the chaos, all of the pain, everything, had slowed to a stop. Now he had 20 minutes to decide what the heck to do. What to think.

Helly looked around. Mr.Wheeler’s shop was completely washed away now, trees had been pulled from their roots and their stems, stoplights, gates, fences all pulled up from the ground and tossed away.

Helly saw something. Something that for some reason…gave him hope. Oil. It remained separate from the water, refusing to give in to the storm. It was broken, and it strayed far from its home, but it remained strong and separated. It would not let itself be washed over by the water. Till it’s last drop it will fight.

Though oil usually meant someone was hurt or…in this case dead. Something told him differently.

He needed to be that oil. To not give up until it’s very last breath.

But how? He thought as he looked around. Everything was gone. The buildings. The vegetation. The life. It was all sucked away in a blink of an eye. Everything that took him and his family generations to build up, destroyed within a matter of moments.

He didn’t know how he felt anymore. He didn’t know if he was happy or sad, cold or hot, wet or dry, alive or dead….he was just numb. Completely.

Numb.

He sat, staring off into the nothingness silently. He knew he had little time before the second half hit but..he was still struggling to process that he was still even alive. For all he knew, he could be watching in a third person perspective, dead.

Finally, his senses came back.

Helly scrambled to his feet, stabilizing himself atop the uneven tree stump. His heart pounded, but he knew he needed to find a better spot. Then, a large fallen tree began to float by in the deep waters. Helly knew what to do. He jumped onto the tree’s back, taking a few moments to ensure he didn’t fall, then gazed around.

He floated past a few thick trees, and he decided to climb one for the second half. It was his only choice. He latched onto a tree’s remaining branch, and rested himself in between it and the trunk. He turned his gaze back to the waters, and he gave a frightened shiver.

Body parts. Limbs. Homes. Personal items. They all floated around in the water that was beginning to temporarily slow, yet didn’t lower. He wondered how many people whom had stayed even survived. He was numb to everything around him. He just wanted things to be normal again.

Then, a tear. Another. A choke. A cry.

Helly sobbed.

He sobbed for the lives that had been lost, sobbed for the homes that had been destroyed, sobbed for the sun that was already beginning to hide again.

Pat..pitter…

Round 2 was beginning.

…

It was a long night. The sun set as the second half of the storm went through. But just as quickly as the storm had come in, it left. Helly remained clutched to the tree all night long. By morning most of the storm water had gone down a few feet, but Broomstown was still a disaster.

Helly slowly climbed down from the tree, looking around. To feel solid ground against his feet was a blessing. He collapsed onto the ground, finally feeling the freedom of relaxing. Just to be able to lay on the ground, even in the murky water, it was still so much for comfortable than being stuck up in a tree.

At was so, so nice.

But wait. Helly thought, what about the others? Helly jumped up to his weak feet. He picked a direction and ran. Though he could barely stand, he could not lay around any longer. He pushed through all the rubble. “Roy? Poli! Anybody?!” He called, feeling a stab of desperation.

Then, a weak voice.

“..o-over here..! H-Help…!”

It wasn’t Roy’s or Poli’s or Amber’s or Jin’s, but it was one he recognized. “Mr.Wheeler! Where are you?!” He called desperately.

“Down…here..!” He called, and a small hand appeared from the rubble. “I..can’t get u-up!”

Helly ran over quickly. “Don’t worry, let me help you!” He picked up a few pieces of wood, throwing them to the side. Mr. Wheeler then pulled himself out. There was a large gash across his stomach, and many cuts up his arm, but otherwise somewhat okay.

“Rgnh, that hurricane packed quite the punch, didn’t it-?” Mr.Wheeler said, an attempt of a joke shown through, but Helly could tell he was devastated. “My shop…”

Helly sighed sadly and nodded. “I thought I was dead for sure…are you okay for now? I need to go look for other survivors and I can’t tend to you wounds right now. I’m so sorry…I was just stuck over there…” Helly pointing to the tree that was barely hanging on now.

“Oh,” Mr. Wheeler said simply. “I did too. But I’ll be okay for a little bit. I’ll see if I can patch this..” he then turned and sat down on a pile of wooden boards.

Helly didn’t reply, yet he stared for a few moments. Though he felt hopeful, he also felt lost. He could only pray that his family was still alive…he shook his head. No. He refused to believe that.

“Hello?!” He called as he limbed quickly down the street. “Is anyone out here?!”

No response.

[POLI]

He rubbed his head, groaning in pain. He was atop a random house’s roof, and felt defeated. He was beginning to dry off now, since the hurricane had left a few hours ago now. His lungs burned from the water he had swallowed. He had spent many long minutes coughing it back up when he awoke. Though his world still spun, but he tried to stand. He was in the middle of a neighborhood. By himself, as far as he knew.

House was one of the only ones in the area that hadn’t collapsed, and he was thankful for that. He didn’t know he had gotten there, but he was just glad to be alive.

Poli slide down off the rooftop, plopping harshly onto the mushy ground below. Now that he was really looking around, he saw a small family huddled together at the end of their driveway. Their dog ran around them in circles, and the dad offered some small pieces of food to his two kids.

He knew the family well, they were all together and they looked mostly alright. Poli decided not to confront them, he wanted to look for others who needed immediate assistance. He walked through the street, his feet never straying from the yellow line. Road laws had to value to him at the moment.

He would have to build all of this up again. And for what? To be destroyed again when another storm rolled through? His mind spun. He didn’t know what to do. Would they rebuild or leave the town to slowly drown? Thinking about it made his head hurt. He would think about it later.

A voice sounded softly in the distance.

“Hello?! Anyone out here?!”

Sounded a bit like Helly….wait, Helly!

“Helly?!” He forced out in reply, moving faster towards the sound. His voice was raspy from not having spoken.

“Poli?!”

Poli saw him.

“Helly!” His voice cracked with relief and excitement.

They ran into each other hard, holding on tight. Helly sniffed, and Poli could tell he was crying. He tightened his grip on the smaller male, leaning down a bit a match Helly’s height. Before he knew it, he was on the verge of tears himself. He was just so thankful to have at least one of his teammates alive and breathing. Right in his grip, where he didn’t want to let him go.

After a long few moments, Poli slowly stood up. He looked down at Helly’s teary eyes, and gave him a small smile. Something he hadn’t done in so long. It felt nice.

Helly sniffed and rubbed his face. “P-Poli, do you want to try to find the others?” He asked softly, taking Poli’s hand and not letting go.

Poli nodded. He felt like he couldn’t speak, perhaps it was from the lump that hung in his throat. He squeezed Helly’s hand and moved forward along the path.

They walked for a while, Helly occasionally calling out to people. Though Poli did want to look for the others, they needed to get back to the Rescue Center. Hopefully the others would be there.

[AMBER]

She held her arms up, eyes wide with worry.

“Posty, jump down. I’ll catch you, I promise.”

Posty shook his oily head. “No! I’m going to get hurt even more than I already am!” He was pretty scratched up.

Amber nodded. “I know, but I can’t treat you when your still in that tree! You won’t feel any better bleeding out in a tree like that!” She said, trying to get him down.

They had climbed those trees to escape the rising river waters. They were in the forest, near where the bridge used to cross the small river. Due to the hurricane, the river had risen to a concerning extent. Yet the debris that flew around posed more of a danger to them.

Amber hadn’t seen any of the damage that had happened in town, but she was worried about it. She lifted up her barely working transmitter, and called back to Jin. None of the others had responded when he tried to reach them.

“C’mon Posty,” she tried to lull him down again.

Posty grimaced. “Fine…” he slowly shuffled from the trees. “AHH!”

Amber rushed forwards, barely catching him. She sighed exhaustedly. “…see? That wasn’t so bad.”

Posty was laid onto the ground when Jin’s voice came through her transmitter.

“Amber! Do you think you’ll be able to make it back to the rescue center?” Jin asked.

Amber looked around. The water had significantly lowered since last night, so she should be able to wade through the river without an issue. She lifted her transmitter up, “Yes, I think I should be able to. I’ll try to be back as soon as possible. I need to help Posty cross the river, since the bridge broke.”

“Okay! I’m glad I’m at least hearing from one of you guys…I’m really worried.”

They both sat in silence for a few moments, before Jin hung up. Amber turned to Posty. “Okay, so I’m going to have to carry you across…are you comfortable with that? If not I could always carry supplies from one side to another. At least until we can get something safer for you to cross on.”

Posty shook his head. “No, no, you can take me I guess. I don’t want to make things harder on you guys.”

Amber didn’t argue, it would be easier if he could just run back home. She nodded. “Okay. Come on, I don’t have much time.” Might as well get things over with quickly so she can check on the rest of the town.

Posty and Amber headed for the river, Amber pushing past tree limbs and other random pieces of debris like road signs. Soon, they reached it, which was mostly calm, but still moved quickly.

“Alright, you sure you want to do this, Posty?” Amber asked, ensuring he wanted to do this.

Posty nodded. “Yes! All my packages are going to be ruined! I need to see their condition!” He hissed, jumping up and down worriedly.

Amber sighed, bending down to pick him up. She pulled him up into her arms, just barely being able to see past him. She slowly made her way through the water, feeling it tug on her legs. They reached the other side, and Amber rested Posty on the bank side.

“There, now you go head off to your—AH!” Amber felt her foot slip. She fell and landed hard in the water. She felt her screen scratch the rocks in the bottom, and the water tugging her along. She pushed up with her arms, getting up onto her knees. She took a surprised few breaths, and shook the cold water off of her.

“Oh my gosh! Amber! Are you okay?!” Posty asked, looking shocked himself.

Amber stood up, spitting out some water that got trapped in her mouth. “Ugh, yeah. I’m fine…”

***

“Oh thank god you guys are okay!” Jin cried. Running up to them. “Where were you guys?!”

Helly frowned. “We got stuck in the hurricane…sorry Jin. I should’ve known better…”

“We all should’ve known better, Helly,” Amber said, giving him a sympathetic look. “It wasn’t just you who got caught in the storm you know..” She gave him a small pat on the shoulder.

Jin sighed. “It’s great to have you all back but—wait, no, where’s Roy?” Her voice shifted to a concerned one.

They all looked around.

“Has anyone seen him?” Jin asked.

They all shook their heads.

Amber thought for a moment. “I did see him before the storm hit, but otherwise no…”

Helly looked at Amber then back at Jin. “Should we go look for him? What if he’s in trouble?”

“No,” said Amber. “we need to make sure all of us are fit to travel, Helly, you’re all banged up. Before we go look for him, we will treat our wounds.” She established. She did know best for this situation.

Jin nodded in agreement. “That sounds good, Amber.”

It took a few days before Poli got out of the rescue center to look for Roy. We was getting worried now, especially with no signs of him. Surprisingly, there were a few emergency phones that still worked, and they were getting many calls from residents who stayed. They begged for help and cried about their homes…it was horrible.

But Poli wanted to find Roy first. He needed to. He couldn’t stand still a second longer not doing so. It stuck to him like a needle in his kneecap…however that works. Of course he felt like shit, but it was a weight on his shoulders that seemed to strangle him.

He groaned. It was all so much. So much for one leader. One guy who had to chose whether they should give up or rebuild, what to do and how, when to do it and where, try to somehow fix his town from…that.

That monster.

The monster that slowly shrunk among the horizon, yet it’s teeth still sunk through the grounds of Broomstown. Through the heart. Through his and everyone else’s hearts. Homes. Lives. Everything.

He shook his head, trying so desperately to clear it. He wanted everything to just be okay again. To fix themselves. To go back to when everyone was happy and healthy and safe and…and…

THWAP !

Something struck Poli hard in the head. Then black.

Birds chirped and plucked at the flowers that tried ti heal within the soil’s bounds. Their wilted, destroyed petals slumped sadly against his cold skin. Yet, even in their wilted state, they protected him. The ones that had managed to heal enough stood triumphantly over his body. Like an I survived statement to the world.

Because they survived. Unlike others, they continued to try to bloom even in the thick of it, when their petals were torn away from their stems.

They brushed his face, a call to wake up. A call to come back to reality. There was much to do for this young, unconscious man in the grass; huddled by beautiful, yet hurt, flowers.

His eyes slowly opened, the sun brightened with excitement to his sigh of waking up. Waking up.

From this nightmare?

No.

He sat up slowly, feeling trickles of water that hid in small dark spots of his body scatter away. Everything remained fuzzy as he looked left-to-right. A small bee flew from a flower petal to his knee. It buzzed happily as it saw him. Hello! It seemed to say. Wake up! Wake up! There is work to be done! Buzz along, boy!

He looked closer at the busy bee. Very busy indeed. There were many flowers to be pollinated. The bee buzzed it’s wings on his knee. That town won’t pollinate itself, boy! Go save your hive! Then, it flew off. He was glad to know he wouldn’t be the only one busy tonight.

Now, he stared at his hands. His feet, up to his knees, his waist, his arms, then his wrists. His once bright red paint was now stained and scratched and cut up. He felt like the little bee that had buzzed off. Did he have to pollinate the town, make it beautiful so it can flourish and spread once again? Like the bee with its flowers?

Yes.

He look his grey cut hand and lifted it to his face. Then…

WHAP!

His cheek stung, but he was ready now.

He jumped to his feet, ignoring how his legs screamed in pain as he did so. “C’mon, Roy,” he said to himself. “Sitting around won’t help people.”

Before he knew it, Roy was plunging down the small hillside. His legs and feet brought him speed, his arms brought him strength, but what he needed was his town. His town gave him bravery. Endurance. It made him and shaped him into who he truly was. He would not let it go to waste now.

No matter how many hurricanes plunged through and threatened to tear them apart, they would always be together. Whether in Broomstown or somewhere far, far away.

When he came back to reality, he stood in the middle of town square. It was only now that he noticed the thick, long trail of black oil spilling down the front of his face. He probably had a concussion. He wiped it away.

The town was in ruins. It looked like it had been abandoned for years. Many years; one storm. Gone. Everything.

Roy refused to let this deter him. He pushed his gaze towards the gate that lead to the rescue headquarters. His home. Almost by instinct, he pushed past the red and white bars, his feet carrying him further and further. He last many broken families, but for once his mind wasn’t in them. His mind was on home.

home…

He missed his team—his family so much. He had not idea when things had been so suddenly torn away, yt it left a whole in his heart he wanted to fill. Just seeing one of their faces would…wait.

There it was. There he was. On the side of the road, clearly unconscious, laid his friend. Best friend, to be exact. A fat tree branch laid beside him. He must had somehow been hit.

Roy rushed to Poli’s side, almost tripping over his own feet.

“Poli? Poli!” He cried, shaking Poli’s shoulders weakly.

Poli shifted with a short groan of pain. His beautiful blue eyes met Roy’s thick, teary, brown ones.

“R-Roy?” Poli’s eyes widened, and the suns rays made them sparkle like new. Every aspect of them was illuminated. It was almost like looking into a glacier. The prettiest, bluest, bestest glacier he’d ever known.

“Poli…”

Roy ducked down and engulfed Poli in his arms. Oil from his bleeding head stained Poli’s forehead, but he didn’t care. He hugged a little tighter.

“W-We thought you were dead, Roy!” Poli exclaimed, tears escaping his relieved gaze. “You we’re gone for d-days and we had no idea w-where you w-were…”

Roy’s eyes widened again in shock. Days? Had he really been knocked out that badly?

“I-I…I got some kind of bad head injury…I didn’t think I was out for that long…I’m so sorry for worrying you guys…I don’t know..”

Poli slowly got up from the roadside. “…well I guess we’re matching in head injuries, that’s for sure.” He joked, though his voice was still thick from his tears and worry.

Roy nodded. “Let’s head back to the rescue center. Then we can discuss what we’re going to do with the town. Remember Poli, we, your team, will be there every step of the way. The weight isn’t just on you, you’re not alone. If you ever need help, or need a break, we have you covered. Just please…don’t overwork yourself. I know how it is coming from me but…”

Poli’s gaze went to his feet, then back up at Roy. “T-Thank you. I’m so lucky to have you guys.”

Roy took Poli’s hand with a soft smile. “Come on. We have things to do.”

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That’s it 😭

I’m sorry to end it a bit abruptly but this is getting so long already….

W to you i you read all of this.

I’ll check for grammar mistakes later, so I’m sorry if I left any weird/random cliffhangers or just stupid grammar mistakes lol

Good night :3

[strangersteddierthings]

Writing Prompt from this list requested by @tayloreever

#23. "Just pretend to be my date." and #60. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to seduce me." Set in a world where homophobia doesn't exist because that fits my vision better.

-

This is stupid. This is stupid and he shouldn’t have agreed. He looks stupid.

Eddie’s caught sight of himself in the tall, perfectly clean windows of the Chicago penthouse Steve lives in (fuckin’ trust fund kid that Steve is, having a fucking penthouse for himself). Eddie’s got his hair pulled back into a low ponytail and he’d used hairspray to try to tame his wild curls into something half presentable, but the cheap hairspray hadn’t held up on his way here (three separate buses he’d had to take and it was fuckin’ windy) and he could see it starting to look fuzzy again. The black suit he’s wearing has been perfectly tailored for him but he feels like a pretender in it He doesn’t even remember the last time he’s worn a shirt with buttons, much less the last him he’s had them all buttoned and a tie on. Stupid.

He feels like some chump playing dress up.

Eddie is good at forgetting that Steve comes from money. It helps that usually they’re hanging out at Eddie’s trailer, Robin’s apartment, roaming the Chicago streets, or cafes and bars. Plus, Steve doesn’t act like a spoiled trust fund kid (most of the time).

Doesn’t matter. He shouldn’t have agreed to this when Steve had asked him, weeks ago now, in Robin’s apartment kitchen.

“A date!” Steve had shouted. He looked a little manic. Eddie heard as Robin had cackled from the living room. “Oh. Sorry. Shouldn’t have just yelled that at you. I’m a little worked up.”

“Why do you need me to get you a date?” Eddie was confused.

“No, not get me a date. Be my date. To the charity event!”

“What,” Eddie said. Because since when does Steve want to go on a date with him? Eddie really shouldn’t be questioning it because it’s the only things he’s wanted for months now.

“Can you just pretend to be my date,” Steve said a little bitchily as he’d put his hands on his hips, “for one night?”

Oh. Pretend date. For one night. That… yeah, that checks out. Makes more sense in Eddie’s head than Steve actually wanting him the same way he wants Steve.

“Eddie, yes or no?” Steve said.

“Alright, alright,” Eddie had thrown his hands up in defense, “One night! Jesus.”

He should have said no. Steve’s going take one look at him and laugh up a storm at how stupid he looks.

“Eddie!” Steve’s voice startles him and he jumps a little, turning quickly from where he’d been staring at his own reflection to see Steve enter his living room. Steve looks downright sinful, all dressed to the nines in a burgundy suit. Even the fucking loafer’s Steve is wearing are the same shade of burgundy at the suit. His hair is styled perfectly, not a hair out of place. Makes Eddie want to reach out and ruffle it just to get a reaction, while simultaneously wanting to smooth down is own hair, which he knows looks pathetic. “I-thanks. I wasn’t sure if you’d actually, y’know, follow through.”

“Why wouldn’t I? I said I would and I’m a man of my word,” Eddie aims for sounding casual, like he’s not currently stressed and spiraling.

“Yeah, of course man. I know that,” Steve says, “guess you wouldn’t sit through three separating tailoring sessions to not wear the suit.”

“Exactly. Plus, like, now I got something to wear to weddings and shit, if our friends ever get their shit together and someone proposes,” Eddie spreads his arms, “so, how do I look?”

Steve looks him up and down, eyes moving slowly as he seems to be taking every detail of Eddie’s look. The longer it takes him to speak, the more Eddie’s certain that he does in fact look stupid. “You look fine, Eds. What’d you do to your hair?”

Eddie’s stomach drops. He fucking knew it. He looks like some idiot pretending to play at high class. Eddie knows better. He’ll never be anything more than trailer park trash and no shiny new suit could make him look any different. “Nothing. Don’t we have to be going?”

-

Eddie should have said no because this is goddman torture. Steve is a prefect date. He holds doors open, introduces Eddie (with enthusiasm) to everyone that comes up to them, gets him drinks and snacks, seems to keep one hand on the small of his back the whole night, grounding Eddie.

He talks up Corroded Coffin as if they’re a legitimate up and coming band and not some garage band that plays in sleezy bars every few months. Parades Eddie around like he’s a catch and everyone should be jealous that their date isn’t Eddie. Every twenty to thirty minutes he’s using that hand on his lower back to guide him outside, to the must more deserted courtyard, like he knows Eddie is overwhelmed and needs a break.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me,” Eddie says the next time they walk away from some random couple they’d gotten roped into talking too, because Steve had slid the hand on his back to be fully around his waist and his nuzzled the side of his face when the lady had said they made a cute couple and if Eddie doesn’t make a joke of this he will explode.

 “Is it working?”

Eddie has to laugh at him to keep from giving himself away.

So, all in all, it's fucking awful. If Steve could have at least been a bad date, flirted with the single ladies they talk to in front of Eddie or something, this might be bearable. Eddie doesn’t know if he can survive a night of having Steve dote on him, all lovingly and shit, and it not actually be because they’re in love.

Eddie’s trying his best to keep it together, really, but then Steve’s parents, the hosts of this event, finally get the time to get away from the other Elites and come talk to him and Steve.

“So, you must be Eddie!” Mrs. Harrington coos, immediately stepping into Eddie’s space and giving him a kiss on the cheek, the exact same she’d done with Steve when they approached. “We’ve heard so much about you!”

“Y-you have?” Eddie can’t keep the surprise off his face or out of his voice.

“Of course,” Mrs. Harrington laughs. “You’re all we hear about these days. Have been the main topic of Steve’s calls for years now.”

“Mom!” Steve hisses, embarrassed no doubt by the assumptions his mother is making.

“She’s right, Steve-o,” Mr. Harrington says, patting Steve on the back like he’s sympathetic to his wife’s antics. “We haven’t heard this much about a person since you dated that girl in high school. What was her name? Natalie?”

“Nancy, honey,” Mrs. Harrington helpful supplies, “Nancy Wheeler. Oh, I wonder how she’s doing these days. Do you keep in touch, Stevie-Bee?”

“Stevie-Bee?” Eddie is delighted to repeat because he is going to call Steve that forever now.

“Mom!” Steve hisses again, “I am twenty-six years old. I think you can stop calling me that. Especially in public!”

“Oh, but you’ll always be my little Stevie-Bee, buzzing around so fast.”

It takes all of Eddie’s willpower to not snort a laugh. Holy shit. Steve’s parents are embarrassing and this is the best thing that could have possibly happened to him.

“So, Eddie, Steve says you’re a musician,” Mr. Harrington seem to take pity on Steve, switching attention to Eddie, “in a rock band. Says your amazing but haven’t been signed yet.”

“Oh, uh, no. No, not signed… yet,” Eddie adds the yet as an afterthought, because he’s certain they’ll never get signed for real, but he’s not going to admit that to the Harringtons.

“Shame, shame,” Mr. Harrington frowns, “I tried to get Steve to send me a demo of your music but he refused. Said you wanted to make it on your own, not be ‘bought by the industry’. But if you ever want a leg in, I do know a few producers looking for new talent. I promise I won’t talk you up. Just hand them the tape and let them decide if they like you.”

Eddie feels a bit lightheaded. What is happening? Because it’s true. Eddie had said they wanted to make it on their own, had kind of yelled it at Steve when Steve had offered to use his semi-famous status to get them gigs in better places. Eddie hadn’t wanted his charity, because that’s what he felt like it would have been, when Steve offered that years ago. But Steve talks to his dad about his band. Steve knows how important it is for him to not just pay his way to the top. This is too much. This tie is too tight, and this shirt is buttoned too high for him to catch his breath.

Steve’s hand is on his lower back, leading him away, calling over his shoulder to his parents, “we’ve got to go over there now, thanks, bye!”

Eddie hears Mrs. Harrington laugh like Steve’s told a hilarious joke but it fades quickly as Steve basically runs him back through the gala and up the stairs, to the private bathroom that was reserved for, apparently, only the Harringtons.

Honestly, Eddie’s calmed down by the time they reach the stairs but he lets Steve lead him all the way to the bathroom. They stand in front of the counter, blocking access to the sinks. Not that it would matter, because no one else is in here.

“Sorry, for them,” Steve immediately apologizes for his parents, “they mean well, but they’re… a lot.”

Eddie doesn’t respond right away because his brain is still processing. Steve talks about him to his parents. “You told your dad about my band?”

Steve won’t meet his eyes. “Umm, yeah. He doesn’t look like it, but my dad’s a Black Sabbath fan. And you said that was like, one of your inspiration bands when starting Corroded Coffin so…”

That pulls a laugh from Eddie, high pitched and awkward because Mr. Harrington is a white collar worker, who wears three piece suits and has his hair cut close to his head, and the thought of him head banging in his car on his drive to work enters Eddie’s mind against his volition and he must laugh at the image it conjures. “Holy. Shit. Stevie-bee.”

“Do not-“

“Your parents are so embarrassing. No wonder you needed me to be your date. Holy shit. Just imagine if you’d brought a real date. They’d have run away so fast!”

“Yeah, well, thanks for not running.”

“I’m trying to blend in. Running would be too much of a spectacle.”

“Blend in? Is that why you did that?” Steve gestures to his hair and Eddie feels his face heat up. “and why you pick just a regular black suit?”

“You said black tie event. Of course, I picked black. And what’s wrong with my hair?” Eddie turns his head to look in the mirror before looking back to Steve.

“Nothing’s wrong with it, Eds. It’s just not… you.”

Of course, it’s not, Eddie thinks. He’d been thinking that the whole way to Steve’s penthouse. The double takes people on the bus had given him had told him he’d looked ridiculous. He’d thought that when he saw his reflection in Steve’s windows. “I know! This isn’t me.” He gestures to all of himself.

Steve tilts his head slightly, looking Eddie up and down again. Instead of speaking he steps into Eddie’s forward and starts yanking at his tie. Eddie’s frozen because Steve’s so close and he looks so determined suddenly and Eddie wants to see where this is going. Steve throws the tie on the ground before going for the buttons on Eddie’s shirt. He undoes the top three, then moves to his suit jacket and undoes all of them.

Then, Steve steps closer, into Eddie space, reaching up behind his head to remove his hair tie. Steve pulls his hair a few times during the attempt, but he doesn’t stop Steve. Once his hair is free, Steve flings the hair tie over his shoulder and runs his hands through Eddie’s hair, shaking it out and pulling it forward.

“There. Better.”

Eddie turns to the mirror and is disappointed. Steve said better and Eddie had been expecting better. But it’s just him. His hair looks like it does every day, wild and frizzy and everywhere. “Better? This is how I always look.”

“I like how you always look, Eds,” Steve says, quiet and serious. In the mirror, he watches Steve’s reflection stare at the side of his head. “I think you’re beautiful.”

Eddie gives himself whiplash turning to look at Steve. “What.”

Steve shakes his head, a self-deprecating laugh coming from his lips. “Come on, Eds, like you didn’t know.”

“I don’t know,” Eddie argues because it’s true. He’s got know clue.

“Look, if this is gonna make it harder for you to pretend to be my date, we can go. I don’t want this to be awkward. I just wanted…”

“Steve. Stevie,” Eddie feels a little bit like he’s on fire. “I am going to need us to talk right now because I’ve spent this whole night thinking I looked stupid and you tell me I’m beautiful and that’s-“

“Stupid!?” Steve says, indignant, “never! You just looked so uncomfortable and-“

“No, I was still talking!” Eddie shouts, “I’ve spent this whole night wishing you were a terrible date because then I could go home and forget about this but instead you’re a perfect date and you think I’m beautiful and you talk to your parents about me and I really, really want to kiss you.”

Steve takes his face in his hands and then Eddie is being kissed. Holy shit. It’s the best kiss of Eddie’s life. When they separate to catch their breath, Steve blurts out, “I told my parents we were dating. Months ago. They wouldn’t stop asking and mom can always tell when I have a crush and I just panicked and told her we were together and she said we had to come to this event so she could meet you because this was the soonest they could get to Chicago.”

Eddie’s lightheaded all over again. There is a lot to unpack in Steve’s word vomit but that can be a later problem. Instead, Eddie just pulls him in for another kiss.

Or five.

Who’s keeping track anyway?

[thedivineflowers]

Part 2 of twst angst 😈😈😈😈

You went to check your current self Infront of the mirror in your bathroom. You had eyebags and you were not taking care of yourself properly. When you blinked your sight for a bit blurry and you could see the inside of Ramshackle in the mirror! You didn't believe what you were seeing so you placed the tips of your fingers on the glass before placing your hand against it completely. The feeling was watery and soon enough your hand went through the mirror and you fell to the inside of Ramshackle. You couldn't believe it! You were back at NRC!

You looked around the room and it seemed untouched except the various blankets surrounding the bed you and Grim shared. You looked outside the window to take a guess at what time it was but the skies were dark and cloudy. You looked at one of the working clocks in the dorm and it was exactly lunch time.

You looked back at the mirror you came from but the small portal that was once there seemed to have disappeared. You didn't really want to go back to your world. Your parents left you home alone and when you came out of your room so excitedly to see them they didn't respond with the same happiness. Only commenting on how you finally came out to talk to them. You only grumbled and stomped back into your room to sulk as your mother sighed.

You looked at what you were wearing and it wasn't the best but it would do. You were wearing an oversized shirt and some sweatpants. You walked around Ramshackle, going to find someone when the ghosts saw you. "Oh! Y/n! You're back! How was your world? Did you miss us? You're friends have been stopping by an awful lot." The three ghosts said as they hugged your with their cloudy bodies. (The ghosts feel like air and something really soft when you touch them. Fight me 😡) "Yeah... I just wound up back here. I don't really want to go back there, do you happen to know where Crowley is?" You asked them as you looked up at their floating bodies. "Oh, he should be in his office! If not make sure to ask the other ghosts around!" One of the ghosts said as you thanked them. Before you left one of the ghosts stopped you and gave you a jacket along with an umbrella as they knew you'd walk in the rain like it wouldn't get you sick.

You stepped outside and it was starting to get windy and chilly as the sky grew darker and thunder was heard. You wrapped your arms around yourself to try and keep yourself warm as you picked up the pace to get inside the school. Soon enough, rain came down heavily as the drops of water harshly landed on your body and soon the umbrella as you kept a firm grip on it due to you starting to get cold.

You walked inside the school and folded (?) The umbrella back up but you kept your jacket and hood on because it was equally as cold inside the school. After some more walking you found yourself Infront of Crowley's door. You were hesitant to knock but sighed as you knocked against the wood and heard a 'come in!'. You opened the door and swiftly closed it behind you and you looked up to see Crowley at his desk doing his paper work and not sparing a glance at you. "What can I help you with?" He asked as he looked up to see you looking down at him. He sprung up from his chair and went around his desk to see if you were real. "Is it really you? Oh, child, you've come back. Everyone here misses you." He said as he placed his hands on your shoulders. "How did you come back though?" He asked "Apparently there was a portal inside my mirror and I went through it and now I'm here." You said as you motioned around you. "Well that's wonderful." He said as he stood back up straight. "Hey, um, I know this is really sudden considering I like just left and came back but... Could I stay here? I don't really want to go back to my world..." You said as you looked down at your feet. "... Of course, I've not taken you out of the school system yet so you may continue here as a student." Crowley said as you looked up at him. "Really? I really get to stay?!" You asked him repeatedly as he answered yes. You wanted to cheer loudly and bounce around Crowleys office but you first had to ask. "Can I stay here until later? I want to surprise them when they get back to their dorm!" You said to Crowley as he nodded but gave you papers to sign for him because his ass wasn't gonna let you stay there without some sort of help.

FUCK YOU TUMBLR GOT DELETING MY PROGRESS 🤬🤬🤬🤬😡🤬😡🤬😡😡🤬😡🤬😡🤬😔🤬😔🧍‍♂️😡🧍‍♂️😡🤬😞🧍‍♂️😡🤬😔🤡

Riddle: Dude turned into a track star when he saw you. He literally wouldn't let you go and held onto your hand the entire time. Bro pampered you with tea and sweets that he liked and trey made.

Trey: Bro has that instinct. He knew someone was coming by. So he made so e sweets. Ones that you very much like infact. When he saw a hand reach out for one of the ingredients to make the treat his eyes widened when he looked back to see you running out the door and laughing. He chased after you and had you help him make the sweets as he caught up with you.

Cater: Bro already had his phone ready and charged he had his kids safe gummies for you. He just bought some more storage on his phone and he might as well fill it up with pictures of you and he maybe cried a bit. MAYBE. But we will never know 😞😞😞

Ace and Deuce: Bros were the first ones to see you and when you suddenly got picked up from your arms and legs And get carried into the dorm like a table you knew it was Ace and Deuce. They like had a shit load of stuff go down in the amount of time that you were gone and they had to tell you every last detail of EVERYTHING.

Leona: When he heard you came back he actually got out of his bed to see you (😦😦😦) dude patted you on the shoulder so fucking hard but he wasn't mad. He just didn't want to show that he got soft around a kid, especially you, the one kid who will be the sweetest thing and then does a 180 so fast people almost get a whiplash.

Ruggie: He was running around, stealing shit and saying they were presents for you. He gave you exactly 1,056 thaumarks and 6,000 madol and a nice looking credit card. Don't ask. He was running around with you and even tackled you into the pool at one point while laughing and smiling with you. (y'all end up having a pool party 😎😎)

Jack: his tail is wagging everywhere. He also gave you one of his cactus' :) he also happened to have made you a card. (Def not so he could try and send it to you in your world) he may have cracked a smile or two but YOU DIDN'T SEE SHIT. He had you come with him to play Magift and you bad a good time.

Azul: literally had Jade and Floyd pick you up like a table and bring you into the office. He tried talking you into a deal of staying in twisted wonderland. (You would stay and grow up there and be given a whole house as you grow older and you wouldn't have to pay for it. Just stay there-) but once Jade and Floyd left one of his tentacles came out and he just held onto you and hugged you while calling you his child the entire time and letting a tear or two slip. (🤫)

Jade and Floyd: They immediately found you the second you got near Octanvinelle and dragged you to go hang out with them. Jade told about some new facts about the mushrooms you grew and left with him and Floyd told you about his basketball games and who he squeezed recently ❤️. They both were laughing and smiling. Not in the threatening or creepy way but just genuinely because they were happy to see you.

Kalim: he held a whole parade a party a feast just for you coming back. And you haven't felt so happy and tired and full in MONTHS. You and Kalim were dancing around and laughing. You ended up getting gifted a whole ass closet of expensive shit just for coming back. And at the end of everything he took you on a ride with Jamil on the magic carpet and you three flew over multiple places.

Jamil: He knew he couldn't gift you anything nice or fancy so he made you one of your favorite dishes. He also ran around with you during all the festivities along with Kalim and was the one who suggested the magic carpet ride. He also preserved a flower for you and you now keep it in your room at the dorm.

Vil: *sigh* you missed him didn't you? No but like seriously he had you sit by him the whole time and wouldn't let you go or else he'd follow you. Need to go wash your hands, he'll be right outside the door. Need to grab your bag? Dw he'll have someone grab it for you. He just wants to be near you and soak up your presence before you go up and disappear again :(

Rook: Bro knew immediately. He actually followed you around the whole fucking time and when you mentioned you wanted to go to Pomefiore he was tight fucking there. He had gifted you the bow and arrow that be didn't get the chance to give you and maybe if you want to he can teach you how to use it? (Do it. Everytime that you shoot a target directly he gives you one of those sweets that your aunty carries around.)

Epel: he's up and running around EVERYWHERE. He's had multiple people running after him because he smacked some of them upside he head and pushed them out of the way but this fella lost them immediately and sprinted towards you. He gave you a big ass hug and let his whole accent come out and everything. He was so happy he was laughing everywhere and shit and dragged you off to go pick some fights and run away from Vil :)

Idia and Ortho: Idia didn't want to believe it at first so when he sent his brother and his tablet he was def surprised to see you go all up and person in the tablets camera and waving at it. Orthos gears were turning and you could hear them as he was laughing and talking with you and if you like held onto his arm you could feel the slight buzzing. They had stayed up with you all night eating random foods and playing games.

Malleus: when he could FEEL that you were near he immediately teleported to you, grabbed you, and teleported back. He had you get pampered and spoiled and shit. You walked out of Diasomnia with multiple boxes and a card with two stick figures drawn on representing you and Malleus.

Lilia: His silly mode was activated when Malleus came back to Diasomnia with you right next to him. He was asking you all sorts of questions while having you try his cooking. (Reader oddly likes Lilia's cooking. Fight me.) And eventually you find yourself getting your nails painted and having eye shadow put on you while Lilia is laughing away. (He also gave you a shirt that is exactly like the one he wears to his club) He also has you play games with him and stay up all night with him and you two eventually being late for school because no one would wake you two up 😒😒 (Your body was on the floor and your feet were hanging on the side of the bed while Lilias legs were on the bed but his torso was on the floor.)

Silver: he tried staying up AND HE DID because he wanted to greet you and catch up with you but he fell asleep mid conversation but that's okay because you both were in burritos the next day and you two felt too comfy to move. (Lilia let you two sleep in and skip school)

Sebek: He's hollering and screaming around the halls. You two go outside to go try sword training and you mostly dropped your sword and ran away from him when he got close to you with his sword. But bro was just telling you about Malleus and he also PRAISED YOU 🙏. You were running around everywhere and you were shouting as Sebek rubbed his forehead. (Dw he traded you a piece of candy for you to calm down 🤗)

SHIT I GORGOT GRIM THAJ K YOU GOR REMINDING ME @daemyratwst

You walked up to the lunch table in the cafeteria where Grim sat with Ace and Deuce. You stood right behind Grim and Ace nudged him and then gestured to behind him. Grim turnt around with a frown but when he saw you he was already jumping on you. His claws are hanging onto your shirt and he wouldn't let you go. He stayed quiet and would just rest his head on your shoulder as his claws still dug into your shirt. He would mumble about how you made him sad and worried but he would offer you his tuna and get even happier when you gave him some tuna you get from Sam. When you sleep with him at night he would rest on your torso to make sure you don't go anywhere and if you did he'd come with you :(

Umm someone asked for the part two of this :> but Im not sure whether or not they wanted to get tagged. Anyways @lunatheroyal here you go ❤️

AND THE OTHER PART LR MIDDLE SCHOOLER MC OVERBLOTING IS IN THE WORKS

[diazsdimples]

Several Sunday Sentences

*stares wistfully at Single Dads AU* I'll be back for you I promise. I have started YET ANOTHER AU, inspired by the world of Frostpunk (the video game). Basically a Buddie survival in a frozen world fic where Buck saves Eddie and Chris from the cold and brings them back to the city (known as Sector 118), takes them under his wing and eventually helps Eddie go back for his sisters, despite there being a high chance of them dying from the cold. I'll do a better synopsis at some point but please enjoy a snippet below the cut (sorry, it's a bit long and still requires a bit of workshopping but I want y'all to like this HAHA)

Buck tucks his parka tighter around his body, shivering as another arctic blast of cold buffets him, throwing his body slightly off course. “Bobby!” he yells, his voice hoarse and rough from screaming into the ferocious winds. They’ve been on the go for 22 hours, surely they must be close to the distress beacon by now. “How far is the signal?” Bobby turns to him, squinting against the harsh light of the sun on snow, and hold out the small, electronic screen in his hand. There’s a red flashing dot, the beacon, surrounded by the five green dots that are Buck, Bobby, and the 3 other members of the scout team. “Can’t be more than maybe 50 feet. We should be able to see them from here! Okay, team, I want you fan out and search the area. If you find something, radio me immediately. Meet back here in 20 minutes regardless.” Buck nods resolutely and readjusts his goggles. Snow-blindness is the last thing he needs out here. Bobby sticks an axe in the ground as a landmark, and they fan out from there. It’s not actually snowing, just windy as fuck, so chances are it’ll still be visible in 20 minutes. Buck can’t have been searching for more than 5 minutes when he spots the small body in the snow. It’s the red of jacket that catches his eye, drawn around a tight face ringed with brown curls. The face looks so young. Instantly, with trembling hands, he fumbles for his radio and alerts Bobby. “Cap, I’ve found something! Looks like a kid, can’t tell if they’re alive or dead but I-I’ll investigate further.” Bobby’s voice crackles over the radio. “Okay, good catch, kid. I’ll make my way to ya.” Buck stumbles through the snow towards the tiny figure and is halfway there when he notices a second person, a man, his arms stretched out as if trying to grasp the fingers of the person in front of Buck. They look like a father and a child. A fucking kid. Buck runs the last few steps and drops to his knees in front of the child – a boy. He tears off his glove, wincing as the cold bites at his fingers, and presses the tip to the child’s neck. Very faintly he can feel the slightest flutter of a pulse and Buck’s body sags in relief. He runs his fingertips over the boy’s face, brushing the snow out of his eyes, and grabs a heating pack from his supply bag, pressing the nodule in the top corner of the pack and feels the heat spread down until the whole pack is warm. He quickly tucks it into the kid’s jacket, just over his heart. “There you go, bud, that’ll warm you up some until Bobby arrives. I’m just gonna check on your dad real quick, but I promise I’ll be back.” The man isn’t in much better shape than his son, his skin as cold as ice, but he starts making feeble attempts at movement the minute Buck puts his heated gloves against the man’s face, melting the ice from his eyelashes and rubbing against his cheeks until a little colour returns. The man grabs Buck’s wrist, his lips moving as he tries to speak, and Buck places a hand on his shoulder, stopping him from sitting up. “H-hey, I’ve got you, man, I’m gonna take good care of you. We’re gonna get you and your boy home.”

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[mar3ggiata]

professional help, c19. Splendid

simon riley x original character.

trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault, mentions of rape, trauma, sexual themes, swearing, use of alcohol and drugs.

song to listen to when reading this: Carmen: Habanera, Georges Bizet.

abstract: this is what I usually do when I work, which is killing people and getting annoyed at my subordinates. in case you're dumb enough not to have noticed, this is Simon. anyway, technical boring chapter, but a few important informations you should keep in mind…. it's gonna get messy, try to keep up.

'ETA is ten minutes.'

Jude had her arms crossed on her chest, her eyes were scanning the screens. There was a lot to take in. She could see the body cams footage, along with which soldier the camera belonged to. They were sitting in two separate cars, guns below their feet. Some were talking to each other. At some point, one of them turned and the Lieutenant appeared on video. He was looking ahead of him, arms crossed on his chest, silent and stoic. She looked away. She could see the weather radars, and the GPS on the remote control cars that were about to be sent ahead.

'India 0-1, this is Alpha 0-1, whether status check, over'. Alpha was the captain, she had gathered. 'Alpha 0-1, this is India 0-1…' she paused for a second 'weather is stable, nothing to report, over.' She knew by now everyone was listening to what she was saying. She kept a serious tone of voice. 'India 0-1, roger that, out.' Simon thought she was pretty good at this. She sounded like she had been doing it forever. How was she good at everything all the time? The car he was sitting in came to a halt, they prepared the two remote control vehicles to send in before them. Securing the two drones on top, one of his teammates spoke into his radio. 'India 0-1, it's Charlie 0-2, RC cars moving in, out.' Alba adjusted the screen to see it better, even thought it was still blank. There was silence for a few seconds, they were waiting for the vehicles to get in position. 'India, check status with Eagle 0-3 before we sent out the drones, out.' She heard Price speak again out of nowhere, which made her jump in her seat. 'Alpha, I'm checking now, out.' She quickly switched channels to communicate with the airplane. 'Eagle 0-3, this is India 0-1 last check before the drones are sent out, over.' The reply was instant. 'Nothing to report, all clear' that was what they said and what she repeated to the captain. 'Roger that, you should have vision in a few minutes.' She waited patiently, until on her smaller monitor appeared the live video from the drones, which got to the middle of the crater. One was gonna stay at a good altitude, giving her visual of the whole base, the other would slightly come down to try and identify Khorram. She wondered for a second if Arash was there with them… He had vanished, he never came back to the base and everyone assumed he was in the Middle East right now…

'India, you got visual?' She snapped back to reality. Focus. 'Positive.' Simon proceeded to start his climb with Soap and Rabbit. He was on the North side. The crater started getting steep once they approached the top, the air was hot and it had gotten more windy. Sand was in his eyes. He already felt sweat prickle down his back, his mask didn't help with ventilation. 'India 0-1, this is Bravo 0-2. We're in position. How copy?' He waited for Johnny to approach him, they would take down two of Khorram's men at the same time, the ones guarding the perimeter. On the East side, the Alpha team would do the same with the third one. 'Bravo 0-2, copy loud and clear' he heard her sweet voice ring in his ear though the headphones. 'Wait for Alpha team, I'll update you.' He felt a knot in his stomach form for a second. 'They're not in position yet?' he asked. 'They're still climbing, it's much steeper on their side'. He rolled his eyes, positioning himself between two rocks and adjusting his sniper in place with the silencer. 'You still have good visual?' he spoke again. He was just making sure everything was going well, no harm in that. Without the captain, he was the one in charge after all. 'I do', she simply replied, clearly not wanting to be questioned. 'Let me know when they're close…' she didn't respond. 'India 0.1, how copy?' Why do you have to be annoying even when I'm working on the other side of the world? 'Loud and clear, Bravo 0-2'.

He heard a chuckle. She heard it too. In sync, him in the middle of the desert, her in an office in America, they both turned their heads to the source of the laughter. Squatting behind the Lieutenant was Rabbit. She looked at Simon's body cam, which was partly turned towards him. He had a grin on his face. I can get you killed from over here, the fuck you laughing for? 'Sorry, India 0-1… you can say other words apart from loud and clear, you know?' She felt her cheeks go red. She cleared her throat before replying 'I'll say splendid if I'm in trouble.' She switched off, letting out a sigh. I don't even know you, shut the fuck up. She almost didn't pay attention enough to ear Simon tell off Rabbit, telling him to be quiet. Fortunately, Alpha team had reached position. The execution of the three snipers was relatively easy for Ghost and the others. The real deal was getting down without getting caught. 'Alpha 0-1 to all stations, start to climb down. Don't make a sound.' Her palms started sweating hearing Price pronounce those words. She focused on the screens that showed the images of the drones. 'India, tell us what you see', instructed the captain. 'There are three tents on the East side, I count four South side, in semicircle. There is a bonfire in the middle, I count… four men around. Armed.' She tried to be as clear as possible. 'One of the tents on the southern side is bigger than the others. There are two pick up trucks that could give cover to the Bravo team.' She added. 'Our man?' asked an unknown voice, 'I don't see him', she replied. She squinter her eyes to see better, the four men were standing around the fire, which was the only source of light, a part form the headlights of the two vehicles. 'India, status?', asked the captain again. 'They're not moving, they're talking…' she replied 'I see one person inside the pick-up on your right, Bravo team, on the drivers side.' 'Copy that', it was Simon who spoke. He nearly tripped on a branch he din't see. He didn't see it because it was fucking pitch black outside. Now that they were closer to the crater's centre, he could see the fire and the trucks, their engines were on. Staying low, ready to fire his gun, he kept moving. 'India, status?' 'They haven't noticed anything. No one else has left the tents… I think they have two bikes…'

'You think?!' Shit.

'No sir, I'm sure', get your shit together Alba, 'they're covered by a blanket, they're definitely motorbikes. Behind the tent with the snake print, west side.'

It all went to shit extremely fast. He would later learn it went to shit because some dickhead from Alpha team slipped on wet grass and made noise and one of the soldiers heard him. Un-fucking-believable. They approached the truck and hid behind it, ready to take down the driver. It would take Simon a bit of knife work to do it silently. What they heard next sent chills down their spines. 'Alpha team, you got one coming towards you, he heard something.' Jude's words were sharp. They had been compromised. Shots were fired before he could give any orders to his men. Jude started seeing the body cams images getting confused and erratic, they were running and covering the camera with their rifles. Simon realised he had to move when he heard screams in a different language. He quickly took down the driver, preparing to attack. The Alpha team didn't have any coverage, they were far and exposed, still at the side of the crater. 'Use the tents as coverage, Khorram's inside they're not gonna shoot!' He heard Jude's voice over the noise. Preoccupied and scared. Told you this wasn't the place for you sweet angel… He was able to shoot one of the four men around the fire, but things were moving at a faster pace then they'd imagined. 'Bravo team, the tent to your right, something's going on inside', Jude alerted them. 'Ghost cover me!' He turned around to see Johnny peek around his corner, he wanted to go check the tent. Simon quickly did what he asked. He could see the Alpha team peeking out from the side of the tents, they wouldn't last long for sure, they were extremely close to the bonfire.

'Jude do you see him?'

'Alpha 0-3 is down!'

'I see him!' Simon got out of his precious hiding spot right the second Jude spoke. He disarmed one of the remaining men, using his knife to finish the job. Glancing to his left he spotted his teammate on the ground, saw Gaz running towards them. 'Go, I'll take him!' He turned away, 'Jude where to?' he asked. He could see his surroundings better now that the bonfire was close. He didn't wait for the girl to answer him, cause Johnny appeared from inside the tent. He heard an engine start. No… 'The bikes, three of them heading south-west.' They wasted no time, but the bikes were already climbing up the mountain.

You see, they did get him in the end. Rabbit took one of the trucks and provided coverage to the others, he basically run over half the camp. Price was the one who shot Khorram in the shoulder. Two other men died, one was captured. Alpha 0-3, his name was Thomas, he made it alive. They got out of the crater and back to the cars. Jude's voice was in their ears. 'All stations, I see a sandstorm approaching your position, you should hurry up' and 'Positive ID on the target' or 'You got troops approaching from north-east'. They weren't the only ones listening to her. When Thomas was shot in the crater his headphones basically flew away when his head hit the ground. Gaz didn't even bother taking them, he just got his friend on his shoulders to carry him away… Two men were in the crater not even ten minutes after they had left. They saw the fire, the blood. They saw the devastation the truck left and the motorbikes scattered on the ground. Most importantly, they saw the headphones. One of them put them close to his ear, to see if he could hear a conversation. And he could. 'Bravo 0-1, this is Alpha 0-2, we're right behind you, out.'

'Alpha 0-2, status on Alpha 0-3, over.'

'Bravo 0-1, stable condition. India 0-1, word from the aircraft?'

'This is India 0-1 to all stations, you're clear to go.'

The man with the headset turned his head to look at the other. That voice. He recognised her. She spoke again, he couldn't believe his ears. She spoke one last time, he felt rage. Then someone, Bravo 0-1, called her by her name. Four damned letters, a death sentence. You shouldn't have said that, brother…

I know who Jude is.

notes: shit.

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[dollzcomix]

hi wow your hair is soso long and beautiful and i’m planning on growing my hair really long like that and i was wondering if u had any tips on how to take care of it when it gets really long or just stuff i should know

v late response but i don't rly have much to say. i've been lucky keeping them in such good shape with very little effort etc.

check for places where your hair could get stuck a bunch (like the wheels of an office chair).

don't dye your hair

even if you brush them regularly you'll have times where you have to take an hour to untangle knots manually

to continue on the previous point, using your fingers to untangle your hair is v handy after a certain length

it's okay if you see what might seem like a lot of hair on the ground etc. you actually lose that much naturally it's just that now it's visible. no need to stress over it.

attach your hair when it's windy, please

if you eat outside the previous point goes double

be prepared to get stuck in door handles

[lifewithdavefarts]

DaveFarts - Episode 24 “Windy Mountain”[Episode List]

Another summer, another camping trip for our heroes… and an even smaller tent than last time. On the mountain, the sounds of nature finally meet their match as Dave’s farts reach new heights in terms of loudness and power.

POV: Tim

Windy Mountain “Rise and shine, bro!”

I was woken up by a sudden thunder, a thunder which was accompanied by a peculiar scent. Considering how I could see a clear blue sky outside (somebody opened the window in my room), as my eyes adjusted to the light I recognised Dave’s ass in a pair of white basketball shorts hovering over me, effortlessly erupting a powerful morning blast directly on my face.

I probably woke up halfway through the rip, which was already around 10 seconds long. A short morning fart, for my friend’s high standards. The stench hit me and triggered my flight or fight response, effectively waking me up more efficiently than any alarm clock could. I pushed my friend’s ass away (as he kept farting), trying to remember what year it was.

“Alright, alright. I’m awake!”

Dave turned around and greeted me with a smile. 

“Come on, we’re right on schedule.” he stated.

“Should I thank you or your ass?”

Dave simply looked up, making a funny facial expression, and ripped a quick loud one.

“Yes.” he simply replied, and left the room.

Those were natural, not even on command, but honestly who could tell the difference? Dave always had a fart ready, like you could ask him out of the blue to rip one and he’d probably be more than happy to go beyond your wildest expectations. One of his many talents: the incredible farts are like the cherry on top of this wonderful friend I’m lucky to have, a cherry that pleases my embarrassing and disgusting kink, a kink that, for some reason, my bud is completely okay with, getting some good immature laughs every time he teases me.

Like last year, the four of us (the other two being Greg and Adam) decided to get in touch with nature and go camping for a couple of days, like the hypocrite city slickers that we are. However, we’re pretty good at planning stuff like this, making sure it won’t interfere with our respective jobs and whatnot. 

As Dave told me earlier, we were indeed right on schedule: it wasn’t even 6:00 AM and he was ready, a role-reversal compared to the last time we went camping, as I’m usually the one who hates being late. A quick shower, some casual clothes and I too was ready, just a shirt and pair of black shorts, whereas Dave was sporing a grey t-shirt and his signature, “summer style” camo cargo shorts which, given the context, immediately triggered my kinky ass as I just remembered how my friend mercilessly blasted me in our tent last year while wearing those.

I hated… that I fuckin’ loved it.

While farting wasn’t by far our main topic of discussion (believe it or not), I like to think that Dave too remembers… because he’s just a nice mixture of “the best bro you could ever ask for” and “your worst bully”. Or, much more realistically, he just doesn’t remember because while he does find the act of teasing me utterly hilarious, it’s not like our lives revolve around his farts.

Unlike last year we were actually much more independent as our other two buds travelled to our destination on their own, a relatively colder place where we could avoid this summer’s high temperatures, somewhere on a mountain not far from here. We’re hiking to some interesting sights, the most important being a big, lesser known waterfall located at higher altitudes and deeper into the forest. 

We packed our stuff and as the Sun was setting we got into the car, Dave being the designated driver. My (much more important) role was choosing the music for the trip and sometimes checking the map. A true duo of rally drivers.

During the trip, me and my bro chatted about some random stuff and about one hour flew by. No traffic, no road works or anything, just a long but peaceful trip.

“Oh by the way.” Dave suddenly said, changing the subject. “When Dana and I went camping last year…” 

He seemed embarrassed but couldn’t help but laugh. Knowing him, that was the kind of laughter he’d do whenever he did something stupid.

“Yes?” I asked, being annoyingly inquisitive on purpose.

“We broke your tent.” he simply said.

“Oh.” I replied, not caring that much.

Yes, after our trip last year, I let Dave and Dana bring my tent on their own trip. I totally forgot about it and it was a very cheap product anyway. Plus, I saw Dave putting a folded up tent into the trunk earlier this morning, so it’s not like we were gonna sleep with the bugs tonight.

“It was an accident, I’m sorry.” he said.

“You’re the worst person I ever met.” I replied, the sarcasm being almost tangible.

“I totally forgot about it.” 

“Me too actually.” I admitted. “How did you break it? I deserve to know.” I asked, acting like I wanted to know how my grandpa died.

“Crazy sex obviously.” my friend said, with a smirk. 

I stared back at him until he told me truth.

“Ok… I accidentally hit it while going in reverse.”

“How did it even happen?!” I yelled, amused. “Why was the car there in the first place?!”

“Girls, you know… she didn’t want to walk back to the car.”

I stared back at him again.

“We had beers in the trunk.” 

“Unbelievable. Truly made for each other.”

We both had a good laugh at their laziness, and I made sure Dave knew it was fine: he bought a new tent after all, so we’re good.

“The new tent is a bit smaller though… not that you mind, right?” he said, and winked at me.

“Oh yeah, show me the infamous crazy sex you’ve been talking about.” I played along.

“Well that, obviously.” he joked. “But I was thinking more of… you know…”

He leaned a bit while driving and, as much as he could, pointed his camo-clad ass towards me; the fart was, well, one of his average ones, long, loud and proud, the sound partially muffled by the seat and car’s own noises, but I could still hear it clearly. A firm, strong, 7 seconds display of cocky manliness from my bro, something I pretend to be used to but for a number of reasons keeps surprising me somehow.

The smell hit me but the cars’ windows being open made it bearable.

Before I could stutter something, he sat back normally and resumed talking.

“Just like last year, you know.” he laughed.

He actually remembers it. The fact that he does gives me a mix of feelings. I remained silent, trying to focus on the road ahead, which he noticed.

“Aw come on, don’t act like you hate it, you hypocrite.” he playfully said, patting my shoulder. “You know you can relax when I’m around, right?” he then asked, a bit more seriously, keeping his right hand on my shoulder.

It took me a bit to answer that simple question, Dave being so open-minded he almost leaves me speechless.

“Yeah I know man. Thanks.” 

“Good.” he said, again patting my shoulder.

This man’s patience is infinite. 

And just like that, we resumed talking about the usual stuff, as if my kink never existed. I feel like Dave accepted my fetish more than I ever did with myself.

——

A few hours later we reached our destination, at around 10:00 AM, the mountains towering over us being so high we could see the peaks covered in glaciers. However, the town where we left the car was not at high altitudes, so while the weather wasn’t as hot as back home, you could still tell it was summer, a particularly hot one nonetheless, as some of the locals told us. From the small town we then begun our hiking towards a place called “Windy Mountain”, making sure our phones still got signal so we could keep our other two buds posted on our location.

As we got higher and higher, the temperatures got a bit lower, but still pleasing, despite our heavy backpacks.

“Call me hypocrite.” I said.

“I already did a few hours ago I believe.” Dave quickly replied.

“I’m just saying… I don’t blame you for parking the car next to the tent, when you were with Dana.”

“Ahah what, feeling tired already?” he mockingly said, tired.

“I could do this all day bro.” I boasted, lying.

“Well no worries, Greg and Adam set the camp right next to that river.”

Dave pointed to a location not really far from us, a bit more downhill than where we were, and I could indeed spot two people in the distance, which I assumed were our buds waiting for us. The view as a whole was also really nice, with the mountain overlooking the entire scene.

“You think they can hear us?” I asked.

“Only way to find out.”

My friend shouted our buds’ names, his voice echoing in the entire valley, but the two people didn’t seem to have any reaction. It was my turn to shout, but once again, nothing.

“Yeah it’s them.” Dave said. “I’d recognize Greg’ piss-yellow shirt anywhere.” he pointed out, as I too noticed that small yellow spot by the river.

“It’s weird they couldn’t hear us.” 

“Let’s see if they can hear this then.”

Dave simply stood where it was, which was surprising considering the sheer amount of gas he started ejecting from his ass. The fart almost fake-sounding, but it was loud and powerful, my friend effortlessly showing off his skills, easily surpassing any natural sound around us. The fart truly echoed everywhere, and as the 9 seconds blast finished, I could still hear it propagating all over the valley. An impressive, almost terrifying display of what my friend is capable of.

Funnily enough, the guy in the piss shirt did seem to turn around; he then waved at us.

“Nice.” I said. “You probably scared the shit out of every animal in the valley, but nice.”

“It’s called ‘asserting dominance’, Timothy.” Dave said, acting all serious. “The valley now knows who’s in charge.”

“Wow I feel so safe now.” I said, letting my sarcasm do the talking… while trying to ignore my boner.

——

The moment we arrived, Greg and Adam fetched us beers and something to eat, just some snacks, as it was too early to set up a barbecue anyway. We started setting up our camp like we did last time: our two tents being on the opposite sides, facing each other, with a fire pit in the middle, not too close, not too far away. 

“Isn’t that tent a bit too small for you two?” Greg noted, while rummaging through the snacks.

“We don’t need a bigger tent to compensate you know.” I replied, very maturely.

“Also, me and Tim like to snuggle in those cold summer nights.” Dave added, hugging me from behind. “Right, honey?”

I shook him off. “Oh yeah…” I played along. “Whisper me something soft and sweet, my stallion!”

What my ear received however was anything but a gentle whisper. Dave was really enjoying the beer and he decided to let me (and everyone) know by belching directly into my skull, the scent of yeast and water hitting my nostrils. My bro wants to make sure he can destroy me from both ends, if you know what I mean.

“Serves you right.” Greg snickered.

Like a Terminator, Dave changed his target and let me go, power-walking towards our snickering friend. Before Greg could beg for mercy, he grabbed his head and burped straight onto his face, earning mature laughters from me and Adam.

“The good news is that you’re probably scaring bears off.” Adam commented. 

“He’s ‘asserting dominance’” I explained, making finger quotes.

“He’s the true alpha.” Adam added, sarcastically.

“He’s making me puke.” Greg managed to say, just as Dave’s belch ended.

Once this very mature display of manliness was over, my bro joined us in setting up the camp, with his classic smirk drawn on his face, pretty proud of making Greg almost lose it.

——

After setting up the camp we ate something, nothing too complicated, just some sandwiches and fresh water, because in the afternoon we planned to go hiking; the destination was this beautiful waterfall located deeper into the woods and at a higher altitude, a true sight to behold. Due to this however, the climate there was colder, and the temperatures started to lower even in the valley (where our camp was) due to the Sun hiding behind one of the tall mountains looming over us.

In our tent I was setting some things up before the hike, like the GPS on my phone, and pulling some things out of my backpack to avoid bringing something needlessly heavy with me. My back was facing the tent’s entrance but I could feel someone coming inside.

“Everything’s alright?” Dave asked. 

For all the immature, sometimes gross pranks he plays on us (…you know what I mean), Dave was actually the smartest around here, and the one we trusted the most when it came to organizing trips like these. Just because he acts silly, it doesn’t man he’s stupid.

“Yeah man. All set.” I said. “If we die, they’re gonna find our corpses in no time.” I joked.

“That’s the spirit!” my friend cheered.

As the Dave got into the tent, I realized how smaller than the last one was indeed. The fact that my bro was taller and generally “bigger” than me, body-wise, didn’t help. There was room to breathe, lay down and all that stuff, but a bigger tent would have definitely been better. 

My bro got on all fours to look for some of his own stuff and, due to the small size of the tent, accidentally brushed his camo-clad ass all over me more than once. This stuff can happen to everyone, so I just ignored it, though it was hard not to think of what that same ass is capable of, considering the person who belongs to.

“Looking for something?” I asked, turning to him, though my head was basically talking to his ass.

“Yeah, my rain jacket.” he said, while rummaging through his own backpack.

“Oh right, the waterfall.” I remembered. I too had a rain jacket after all.

“Nevermind, found it.” he told me, giving me an OK I sign.

I kept checking my stuff, his camo-clad ass still literally next to me. I noticed Dave’s hand now patting his own butt, like we all do when we can’t find our phones in our back-pockets.

“What are you looking for now?” I asked, without even turning to his ass, even though my boner really wanted me to take a closer look.

Dave didn’t answer, though I felt his hand pat my shoulder, then my hair.

“Your head, actually.” he said, trying not to laugh.

He quickly pulled me and planted my entire face into his ass, holding it still. As my nose touched the warm fabric of his cargo pants, I felt his buttcheeks relax and, surprise to no one, a fart came out, a loud blast that made my teeth shake for how strong and loud it was. The gas went down my nostrils and eyes, making me choke, but Dave’s firm grip on my head was merciless. As my bro kept his position on all four, he raised one of his legs a bit, easing the blast out, actually making him get even louder. He finally let me head go as he did this, but my kinky-self didn’t move at all, enjoying the blast until it was over.

And indeed it was over, at around 11 seconds, a fart fueled by beer and snacks. I heard my friend laugh as he gently pushed me away using his own ass. The turned around, with his usual smirk.

“It’s just too easy with you.” he said. 

I didn’t say anything, turning my attention to my backpack again. Despite Dave’s best (worst?) efforts, I was always embarrassed by this. My bro probably noticed this and stopped the teasing, getting ready himself for the hike.

As I mentioned, the temperatures were getting lower, so Dave changed clothes accordingly: he was now wearing a pair of dark blue jeans, a long-sleeved t-shirt and the aforementioned rain jacket.

“Piss yellow? How the tables have turned.” I mocked him, commenting the color of the jacket.

“It’s ochre, you swine.” he said.

——

We were hiking in single file, with me being the last, in the woods, the temperatures getting lower; the mood was great however, and we occasionally improvised songs from a certain epic fantasy as we felt like we were marching towards a dark volcano or a dragon-infested mountain. The landscapes certainly helped the illusion of an epic tale: it was just a damn beautiful place; despite the Sun being still obscured by the mountains, we could still it was a picture perfect day, weather-wise: we couldn’t have chosen a better day to go camping and hiking.

My gay and kinky ass kept distracting me from truly appreciating the beauty of nature, as Dave was the one walking in front of me. Regardless of my fetish, Dave was a great-looking guy, so I couldn’t help but to stare at him for a few seconds whenever I could. My eyes would obviously land on his jeans-clad ass more than once, which were a bit loose but also wrapped nicely around his powerful butt as he walked. Disgustingly enough, I wished he could fart on me while wearing those, but I won’t deny I’d love to ask, but I will never do it, I’d feel like I’m crossing some boundaries I’m not supposed to cross, because at the end of the day Dave is straight.

I can at least enjoy the view… and considering that the human body is, well, not artificial, you can technically say I’m still enjoying the scenery nature had to offer.

——

The hype paid off: the waterfall, the main reason we came up here in the first place, was absolutely incredible. We were speechless, so stunned we didn’t even think to take a picture of it the moment we got there. We kept walking, following a route that would get us right in front of it, millions of small droplets of water already dampening our faces and clothes. This never-ending wall of water going down the mountain was a beast, and a loud one truth to be told: we had to yell because we couldn’t hear anything unless we stood really close to each other.

“I’m speechless.” I yelled everyone.

“What?!” everyone replied.

“I said that I’m speechless!” 

“Then why are you talking?!” Greg screamed back.

We didn’t have anything else to say as we stood in front of that wonderful display of nature, letting the water do all the talk. Finally we decided to become a boomer’s worst nightmare and pulled our phones out, taking pictures, posting stories and selfies. I saw Dave making a short video-call with Dana, even though the two could barely hear each other (but knowing them, that was the entire joke) while the other three of us settled for posting our pics on social medias.

It was still daytime (around 5:00 PM) but after about 20 minutes admiring the scenery, we decided it was time to hike back to the camp. 

Also, we were starving.

“You two want to make out or what?” Adam yelled, noticing me and Dave staying behind.

I explained (screaming like a demon) that Dave needed to send a couple more pics to Dana, but the phone’s signal was unstable, so I was waiting for him to not leave him alone there.

Adam gestured a “whatever” and he and Greg disappeared in the woods around the waterfall. 

After a couple more minutes, which I spent sitting down admiring that cathedral of nature, Dave put his phone in the backpack and sat next to me, at first in silence.

“I gotta take Dana to this place.” he thought out loud.

We kept sitting there, the loudness of the water rushing down the only thing we could hear despite ourselves. I decided to ruin the moment by reaching for something in my backpack.

“Beer?” I said, handing a can of beer to my bro.

“Always.” he replied.

We had a quick toast and enjoyed the view a bit more.

“Man that’s loud.” I commented, the waterfall’s noise starting to piercing my ear-drums.

Dave slowly turned to me, sporting an exaggerated smirk.

“Challenge accepted.” 

I guess it was his turn to ruin the moment.

He quickly stood up, now towering next to me, and I could once again admire that beautiful denim ass. He wasn’t gonna fart in my face, not there at least, but for some reason he just wanted to do it. It wasn’t because of me, I’m pretty sure: the guy just enjoys showing off.

I didn’t stand up, and just stared at Dave… waiting, until he turned his head down to me with a cheesy smirk.

“You can’t hear it?” he yelled.

I instinctively stared at his ass and focuses. I could barely hear it: it was one of his well-known farts, loud and proud, but he still couldn’t beat the waterfall.

Trying to hide my massive boner, I simply gestured my ear, as to say that I couldn’t hear it. My friend just laughed and I could see his eyes narrowing, as if he was forcing more gas out.

And truth to be told, I could hear the fart getting louder, still not as loud as the waterfall obviously, but damn that must have been incredible to hear in all of its glory.

Dave kept standing still, relaxing his ass muscles and pushing what was probably one of his longest and loudest farts out. I could notice the droplets coming from the waterfall being blown farther away once they got close to his denim ass, a sign of powerful that blast was.

Now I could hear it properly, which my friend noticed, as he once again stared down at me sporting a wide, silly smile, immaturely proud of his fart. Really putting the “ass” in the whole “asserting dominance”-thing he had going one since we got here.

I thought I was ruining the moment with that beer, but Dave is better at everything I guess.

The hardest thing (besides my penis) was fighting the urge to simply plant my face into that ass, so I could properly enjoy that massive display of farting-talent; I couldn’t complain however, since Dave is basically a terribly wonderful enabler for my fart kink.

Now I couldn’t hear the waterfall anymore, only the fart; that fact that I was right next to the source of the blast certainly helped, but that was impressive either way. Dave was visibly exhausted: that was too much even for him (and, probably, me), so he sat down next to me again, sighing in relief, and the fart ended. How long did that last anyway? Not only it was loud, it was extremely lengthy. If I had to guess, that was probably around 60 seconds! 

I tried to focus again on the waterfall, while Dave proposed another toast.

“To us.” he said, sounding as corny as you think.

“Really?” I replied, skeptical.

Dave simply laughed in response.

“You’re a disgusting weirdo, Tim.” he said, smiling, but those words didn’t hurt me at all, because I knew he wouldn’t say things like that to hurt me. “But takes one to know one.”

“Wait.” I was confused. “What does that mean?” 

“Don’t get any ideas now.” he quickly stated. “I just wanted to remind you how weird all of this is.” he took a sip of his beer. “How hilariously weird.” he laughed.

Dave, a straight guy, a good friend. Yes, I was the weirdo of the duo, but he doing what he does for me can be just as weird and the fact that he just doesn’t care only proves even more what a great bro he is, being ridiculously open-minded about all this stuff.

“You didn’t have to, you know?” I told him.

“Teasing you is hilarious.” he admitted. “Thanks for the laughs.” he patted my back.

I simply decided to remain silent, probably the best decision, and let the waterfall once again do all the talk, as the millions of droplets of water made our clothes soaking wet. Dave asserted his dominance, but the waterfall definitely had the last word.

——

Back to the camp, we quickly put some sausages with “Adam’s special sauce” on the barbecue (I’ll save you the mandatory jokes) and had a nice dinner all the 4 of us together, planning on what we were gonna do the next day; probably something simpler, not deep in the woods: the town were we left the car had a couple of good restaurants so like the bunch of city slickers we are, we decided to hang out there the next morning.

It was a windy night, but it wasn’t that cold outside, so both me and Dave lay down in our tent, next to each other, without sleeping bags. A small lantern lit the inside of the tent with a warm light. My friend was lying on his stomach, still wearing the long-sleeved shirt and the jeans from before, which I sadly immediately noticed. 

Dave’s face was even more lit because of his phone inches from his nose, which he was using to message Dana, as the continuous tapping and notifications sounds confirmed. Honestly, that was kind of annoying.

“Bro…” I whispered. “Can you… please, you know?” I said, hoping to sound just as annoying.

“Mh?” Dave replied, distracted by all the messaging.

“Please?” I repeated.

Dave smiled and resumed the noisy tapping. “Yeah sure, give me a minute.” 

“Nice.” I thanked him.

I simply laid down, staring at what can we consider the “ceiling” of our tent. That was a good day, we should actually do it more often.

“Alright.” Dave put his phone down, after indeed a minute passed. 

However, he kept moving for some reason. He laid down on his back and turned his entire body so his legs would be next to my head. But then, he cocked his denim legs up and made those go over my head, now fully showing off his denim ass right next to my face, which looked like a wall of jeans given how loose (almost sagging) it was.

“Dude, what the fuck?!” I almost yelled.

“Huh?” Dave said. All I could see was his denim ass, but I could tell he was confused.

“What the Hell?” I kept asking.

“Bro. You literally asked for it.” he explained.

“I didn’t.”

“Yeah you did!” he insisted, this time laughing a bit.

That felt surreal.

Then I realized.

“I was… I was talking about all the tapping, dude! If you could put that damn phone on mute!”

We remained silent for a couple of long seconds, then Dave broke the silence by laughing like an idiot.

“Sorry bro, I totally thought you finally had the guts to just ask for it ahah.”

“I would never!”

We kept talking like that, with my head inches from his ass, Dave just casually lying down like that as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Well…” my bro finally said. “Do you want me to fart or not?” he whispered, as we both remembered that Greg and Adam’s tent wasn’t far from us, even though they were already asleep.

The way he just casually asked got me massively aroused already. How in the world I manage to have a friend like him is beyond me, beyond my wildest dreams.

“It’s not like I have anything better to do anyway.” he then said.

Indeed, we were in the middle of nowhere.

“Okay…” I finally found the courage to speak. “But only if you want to.”

Dave laughed.

“I don’t want to fart in your face, bro.” he said, reaching for my head, pulling it even closer to his denim ass. “I want to fuckin’ end it. Ready?”

That was a rhetorical question. The blast that greeted me was massive, my face shaking due to the power of that fart. Whatever sauce Adam put on those sausages really messed with my friend’s stomach, which was already infamously powerful as well all know. The stench was unbearable and the entire tent shook because of the wind Dave was shooting out of his ass.

The natural blast kept going for about 12 more seconds, with my friend letting my head go halfway through the rip, knowing that I wasn’t going anywhere. At around the 16th second mark, the fart finally ended, leaving an invisible gas cloud engulfing the tent. The smell hit my bro as well, but he was basically immune at his own poisonous attacks.

Without moving his ass, he slightly got up, staring down at me from beyond that wall of jeans, with a silly smirk, checking for my reaction, which was awkward and speechless as usual, something that he’d always find amusing.

“Are you ok there, Tim?” we heard Greg yell from his tent.

Both of us laughed like idiots this time. “It’s all good!” Dave yelled. 

Maintaining eye-contact with me, with his ass still inches from my face, he started to suck air in. The facial expressions he made were just as hot as the sounds he was producing from his ass.

“Asserting dominance?” I casually asked.

Dave laughed again. “Nah, just making a thirsty bitch’s dreams come true.” he joked.

Once again, I wasn’t offended, nor Dave’s words were ill-intentioned. We always made fun of each other after all, and considering what was happening… I honestly deserved that.

My friend reached for my head one more time, pulling it close to his denim ass, now completely sagging, my nose rubbing against the red fabric of his sweaty boxer shorts. This time he was blasting me on command, but honestly there were no different from his natural ones. He was indeed really good at quenching my thirst, I couldn’t deny that.

It was a series of mid rips, loud and about 3 seconds long each. I wish Dave always had nothing better to do than blasting me, to be honest. I again heard our other friends’ yelling something, but the sound from Dave’s farts was so loud it reminded me of the waterfall.

The tip of my cock dampened as the barrage ended with a longer 9 seconds rip, which almost teared a hole through my friend’s red boxer.

He finally let me go and he resumed his previous position, lying down next to me.

“Dave…” I said. “I’ll never understand why you do it, but thanks.”

“I swear I’m gonna kick your ass if you keep saying that.” he replied, pushing me a bit.

I tried to relax, as if nothing happened, another thing that Dave was much better than me at. I closed my eyes and focused on having a good night sleep… but I heard all that tapping again.

“Really?” I said, turning to him.

“If you can handle the noises my ass makes, you can handle my phone, you hypocrite.”

“I… you… you KNEW I was talking about the phone the whole time!”

Dave simply turned to me, sporting the most annoying smirk he could mess me with.

“It’s just too easy with you.” he said one more time, and winked at me.

Truly asserting dominance, he raised one of his legs and a ripped a quick, loud one, effortlessly.

At this point I was just blushing like a fool. I turned my back to him to avoid eye contact because I was a mess. My bro is such a teasing bastard and I both hate and love him for this, but damn it’s getting way too hot in here. 

Luckily, the cold windy night helped cooling me down, even though there was more wind inside the tent than outside, because of Dave.

Maybe that’s why they call it “Windy Mountain” (yes, you knew it was coming).

End of Episode 24

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Chapter 20.2:

Ask me what I earned from all those tears…

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TW: assault, crude language

"Cara mia? Are you awake?" Charles whispered and I turned around, looking at him "Good morning, pretty girl…" he leaned over and gently kissed my nose.

"Hi, pretty boy!" I yawned and stretched a little "When do you need to leave?"

"Umm- little more than an hour. I thought we could have a quick shower and then breakfast? Together with the others?" he asked and I nodded "Yeah? Perfect… 5 minutes cuddling?"

"Definitely!" I giggled as he pulled me into him.

We dressed up and left the room to have breakfast with the rest, I sat down next to dad who gave me a little side hug.

"So, how are we feeling?" he asked and I drank from my orange juice.

"Umm- good? I think? I mean… yeah I don’t know. I’m really confident in the car. And starting from pole is also a big advantage. It will be good!" I said and Dad nodded.

"You’ll do just amazing!" Mum said and I smiled at her.

"I’ll try my best." I smiled at her, popping a grape into my mouth. The truth was, my stomach was churning and I was nervous. I lost my appetite. Charles sensed that something was wrong and put his hand on my thigh, squeezing it a little and I looked at him. He smiled reassuringly and I smiled back. I nodded and began to eat. Slowly feeling better.

"Alright, we gotta go now!" Charles squeezed my thigh one last time and got up together with Andrea and Joris "I see you guys later!"

"Yep. See you." I mumbled and the rest of the table said their goodbyes as well.

"Lizzie? Hey? We should go as well now…" JK said and I looked up.

"Yeah, you’re right!" I got up and said goodbye to everyone before I grabbed my bag and we left.

"You’re nervous…" JK stated and I shrugged my shoulders a little "I know you’ll do just great! I believe in you. We all do!"

"But maybe that’s the problem? Everyone thinks I’ll win today so easily… but what if I’m not?" I said quietly and JK patted my back.

"Then it is what it is… we want you to have a good race. That’s the most important thing, do your best and have fun…" he said and I nodded.

"That I can do… I guess." I said and he smiled.

"You can, don’t worry! And now let’s go… let’s prepare you as good as possible for the race!" he sounded determined and when I got into the car and drove off, I left the nervousness at the hotel.

The briefing went by in a blur, I mostly only nodded, agreeing with the strategist and engineers. I tried to not think too much of the race. As I walked into the garage I noted a someone was looking at my car, someone I’ve never seen before, and cocked an eyebrow. Matt saw it and leaded me to the new face.

"Lizzie, that’s Paul. He’s new." Matt introduced us and Paul straightened, outstretching his hand and I shook it.

"Hi Lizzie, it’s so amazing to meet you! You have no idea how much of a fan I am of yours!" he said and I smiled.

"Thanks, Paul, nice to meet you too!" I replied and he let go of my hand.

"What a true beauty!" he said and I was a little confused "The car! That’s some fine engineering and aerodynamic!" he cocked an eyebrow playfully and I laughed a little.

"Yeah… yeah it is." I said and he winked at me "Alright, I let you do your work then!" I waved to him and Matt and walked up to Pete "How does the weather look?" I asked when I saw Pete checking multiply weather maps.

"Perfect. Not too windy. Dry. No rain. Not too sunny and warm. Perfect." he said and gave me the thumbs up "And how are you feeling? You were pretty quiet the whole briefing?"

"Yeah I’m fine! I’m just excited!" I said and he nodded.

"I have a good feeling about today!" he smiled at me.

"Well, let’s see if that feelings right!"

"You’re starting from pole today! What is in for you today?" Naomi Schiff asked as I sat down in my historic car for the drivers parade.

"I think if I can keep the Ferraris behind me, everything is possible!" I answered and she smiled.

"You could be the first woman to ever win a Formula 1 Grand Prix, how does that feel?"

"Amazing. I have no other word for it. I always dreamed of being a F1 driver and win a GP. Today it’s possible and I’m just very very excited!" I said and the crowd cheered, although I could hear some booing in between but I ignored it.

"I hope for the very best! Good luck Lizzie! LIZZIE DOETTERER EVERYBODY!" she exclaimed and began to clap for me, before she walked around the car, interviewing Valtteri.

As we drove around the track and I waved to the fans Valtteri bumped his shoulder against mine a little.

"Nervous?" he asked and I nodded slightly "Don’t be. You were amazing the whole weekend! You can win this today!"

"At least I will try it!" I said and he smiled.

"That’s all you can do. Drive the best as possible. Don’t care for the rest." he replied as the car stopped and we hopped out "Now come on. Let’s get race ready!"

"Let’s do this!"

The whole garage was lined up when I came back from the pre-race and national anthem procedure, everyone was cheering for me, wishing me luck. My family and friends were the loudest.

"Okay you guys, relax!" I laughed and high fived my team. Then I hugged Mum first, then Dad, Sissy and Marcus next. Shima and Daniel both hugged me together.

"You will rock this race!" Daniel said.

"100 percent!" Shima added and they let go of me.

"Have a safe race! Have fun!" Mum said and I smiled.

"I will, don’t worry!" I said and crouched down, Liam and Benji both hugging me tight.

"You win today!" Benji said.

"And if not, that’s okay too, then Charles will win and you’ll be in second!" Liam chirped and I laughed.

"Thanks my little lads." I kissed both their cheeks and got up "Let’s go!” and with one last wave I left for the grid.

With every minute that the race start came closer I felt myself becoming calmer.

I sat down at the pit wall, JK handing me my bottle.

"How do we feel?" he asked and I smiled.

"Good. Calm. Excited." I shot out and he laughed.

"Perfect." he fiddled at my helmet and I looked at it, Hans' face smiling at me.

I’ll win this race. For Hans.

"Lizzie! Hey kiddo, good luck!" Seb walked up to us and I got up and he hugged me "Prove them all wrong today!"

"I’ll try my best!" I said and he nodded.

"I’m sure you will!" he left with a little wink and I turned to JK.

"Alright. Let’s go!" I said determined as someone engulfed me from behind, lifting me up a little "Pierre!" I laughed and he sat me down.

"How did you know it was me?" he asked when I turned around.

"Because I know you!" I said and he laughed.

"True. Good luck, Lizzie! Kick some asses today!" he said and hugged me "Especially this ones!" he nodded his head to the left where Charles stood "Don’t go easy on him just because he’s your boyfriend! Oh don’t look at me like that! As if I didn’t notice it!" I looked a little shocked but he smiled "Don’t worry, Charlie boy already told me to shut up about it." I smiled thankfully at him.

"Thanks, Pierre! Really!" I said and he gently boxed my arm.

"You’ll be amazing! I know it!" one last smile and he left, not before bumping into Charles, laughing.

"Hey pretty girl." he whispered in my ear and hugged me tight "You’re going to be amazing, as always! This is your win Lizzie! Fight for it!" he let go of me and looked at me "Hans is so proud of you! We all are! Today is your day! Show the world what we all already know! Show them that you’re one of the best drivers on the grid!" he kissed my cheek and I blushed.

"Thanks, Charlie." I said quietly and he smiled his all consuming, dimple showing smile "You’ll be amazing too, as always! Drive safe! Drive fast! Drive to win!"

"Drive safe! Drive fast! Drive to win!" he repeated determined and hugged me one last time "I see you after the race, when I park my car next to yours! My little race winner!" he pulled away and waved at JK, the he sauntered off and I smiled.

As soon as I was buckled in, steering wheel in place, gloves on, radio checked, I closed my eyes for a moment. Today was the day to prove everyone who ever doubted me wrong. Today was the day to silence them all. Today was redemption day.

I drove the car back into the first grid box, gripping the steering wheel tight, eyes focused on the light above. As soon as they were out I was like in a tunnel. I blended everything else around me out. I only focused on the track, my tires, my battery, my speed. Nothing else mattered.

"Full stat." I radioed after a while.

"P2 Sainz. 3.8 seconds. P3 Charles. In DRS range but Ferrari told him to hold position for now. P4 Russell. P5 Hamilton. P6 Seb."

"Valtteri?"

"We had to pit him. New front wing. P17."

"Shit."

"Focus on your race."

"Copy."

I build up a bigger gap lap after lap. The tires felt amazing. The track was good. No wind. Nothing.

"Lizzie, how are the tires?"

"Good. Can keep this pace for a couple more laps."

"Copy."

"Stat?"

"P2 Sainz. 6.3 seconds. P3 Charles. They’re gambling. Charles is faster than Sainz, has requested multiple times to pass him."

"They want to throw us off?"

"Possible. He has a damaged front wing and is way faster than Sainz. Almost as fast as you."

"Copy."

What were they doing? If Charles was this fast? Why didn’t they let him pass? He could catch me easily? Or at least come close enough to be in DRS range and then overtake me? Slow me down enough for Carlos to catch up? What were they trying to do?

"Tires?"

"Front left."

"Yeah we can see that. 3 more laps."

"Copy." 3 more laps meant box at the next lap. I pushed the throttle as hard as I could and made my way around the track.

"Box, Box."

I steered into the pit lane, slowing down. No one followed me in.

"And box for hards."

The pit crew did an amazing job again, 2.3 seconds. Awesome pit stop.

"You’ll get out behind Russell."

"Let’s go!"

I exited the pit lane and came back right behind him, Hamilton coming close. But I had fresher tires.

"So Ferrari still didn’t switch cars."

"Ferrari ferrarieing again."

"Lizzie."

"Sorry."

"Ferrari double stack. Russel will box as well."

"Copy."

And indeed, all 3 cars in front of me drove off into the pit lane and I speeded away, retaking the lead. What was going on with Ferrari? Why didn’t the let Charles through? Over the last few weeks I’ve read some articles about the tension in Ferrari, especially between the 2 drivers. Charles outperforming Carlos by far. Whereas Charles never criticised Ferrari openly, although they fucked up his races often enough. Carlos and especially his family has no problem in calling Ferrari out, saying they were favouring Charles in some races, which wasn’t really the truth. But it created a little frenzy around the team and today it looked like Ferrari wanted to prove the Sainzes wrong, that they didn’t favour Charles. Although he was Max’ biggest competitor this season, with them both being almost equal in points, Max only slightly ahead, which was enough reason to favour Charles. But apparently not to Ferrari. The next laps were uneventful. With Carlos being behind 4.2 seconds. Closely followed by Charles.

"10 laps to go. Tires?"

"Good for now. Gap?"

"4 seconds."

"Who‘s faster?"

"You."

"Copy."

10 laps between me and my first ever win. Managing the tires was now the most important thing. Don’t hit the kerbs to hard. No lock ups. Nothing. Focus.

"Spare left rear a little."

"Gap?"

"3.7."

"Is he getting faster or am I getting slower?"

"You’re getting slower."

"SD?" Striking distance.

"6 laps. With 3 more to go."

"Okay. Let me know the gap now with every lap."

"Copy."

I pushed the throttle as hard as I could. This was my win. No one else’s. Mine. For me. For my family. My friends. My team. Charles. But most importantly for Hans.

"3.5, 2 laps to go."

2 more laps Lizzie. Just don’t make any mistakes. Fully concentrate. They can’t take it away from me.

"3.1, last lap Lizzie. Last lap. Bring this baby home!"

One more lap. 5.891 km between me and my first win. Down the Hamilton Straight, into the Abbey and Farm, turn onto Village and the Loop, through Aintree down the Wellington Straight. Brooklands, Luffield, Woodcote next into the Copse. Breezing through the famous Maggots-Beckett-Chapel combination, not hitting the kerbs too hard. Down the Hangar Straight right into Stowe and Vale and I knew it. As I turned right onto Club. I won. Taking the checkered flag for the first time. I freaking won.

"LIZZIE! YOU JUST WON THE BRITISH GRAND PRIX! LIZZIE YOU’RE A FREAKING FORMULA 1 RACE WINNER!" Pete shouted into the radio and I was speechless.

"YOU DID IT, LITTLE ONE! YOU DID IT! WHAT A FANTASTIC RACE! CONGRATULATIONS, LIZZIE!" Felix was the next. I tried to say something. Anything. But my throat was tight. I won. I really won. I felt tears soaking my balaclava and took a deep breath.

"That was for Hans!" was the only thing I could say for now, racing my hand, pointing to the sky "This win is just for you, Hans!"

"He would be so proud of you Lizzie! Just like we all are! Beautiful Lizzie!" Felix said and I nodded.

"Thank you guys so much! Today not just I won! We all did! This whole team! Everyone working here or at the factory! This is our win! We did it guys!" I said with a shaking voice, waving to the fans, seeing some Germany flags here and there in the crowds.

"No Lizzie, this is your win! Today you showed the world what we all already knew! You belong here! You deserve your seat!" Felix said and I sniffled a little.

I drove into the pit lane, silent tears still soaking my balaclava, hands slightly trembling.

"Lizzie, you’re too far left. You have to park in P1, little one!" Pete said and I realised that I was indeed steering onto the P2 spot, an F1 official waving me into the middle one. P1.

I parked and switched off the car. Closing my eyes. Trying to gather my thoughts. I won. I really won. My first race in F1. As a rookie. I swallowed hard. Hans should’ve been here. He should’ve seen what the little girl from his karting track achieved. A wave of grief was hitting me again. A hand gently patted my arm and I turned my head. Charles leaning down. Visor up. His eyes sparkling.

"Get out there, Lizzie!" he said and I unbuckled my seat belt, took out the steering wheel and got up, opening my visor. As I took off one glove he already grabbed me around my waist and lifted me out of the car, twirling us around. As he sat me down he hugged me close "I’m so incredibly proud of you, mon amour! You did amazing! Hans would be the proudest!" I felt fresh tears stinging my eyes and my throat was closing up. "I love you, mon amour! And now it’s time for you to celebrate your first win with your team!" he let go of me and held my hand, squeezing it one last time before he gently pushed me into the direction of my team and our family. All screaming and cheering for me. But as I walked not even 2 steps I stopped and turned around, running towards Charles who was also on his way to his team.

"Congrats on P3, I’m sorry that you couldn’t…" I hugged him as he shook his head.

"Don’t apologise! This is your win! Now go!" his voice was sincere, almost tender and I knew, under the helmet he was smiling his most genuine smile for me.

"I love you, mon cœur!" I whispered, but he squeezed my shoulder a little and I knew he had heard it.

I jumped right into the arms of my team, Felix and Pete in front, both with teary eyes, right behind them was JK, sporting the biggest smile. Next to him my mechanics, Matt and Bruno the loudest of them. The new guy, Paul, smiling happily at me.

"YOU WON! YOU WON! YOU FREAKING WON!"

"You’re the best, Lizzie! YES!"

"We’re going to party all night long!"

"You‘re our queen, Lizzie!"

I hugged them all as best as I could when I finally reached Dad, blinking tears away. I took off my helmet and hugged him.

"I’m so proud of you, Lizzie! You deserve this win so much!" he whispered with a hoarse voice and I sniffled a little.

"Thanks Dad!" I said and he kissed my temple, before he let go of me and I was engulfed in a big hug from Liam, Benji and Marcus, all three congratulating me. Mum and Pascale stood next to them, both crying and smiling.

"I am so proud of you, my beautiful girl!" Mum said as both women embraced me at the same time, kissing my cheeks.

"You did amazing, ma fille!" Pascale whispered.

"You were amazing!" Sissy said as I hugged her next.

"Your’re the best! The freaking best!" Daniel yelled as he and a crying Shima hugged me tight.

I slowly walked up to Jo Bauer for my weighing, as a whole bunch of drivers approached me, Daniel and Pierre leading the pack.

"You’re a race winner!" Pierre shouted and engulfed me in a tight hug. As soon as he let go of me, Daniel pulled me into a big bear hug as well.

"Awesome race, kiddo!" he said and I had to smile.

"Thank you guys!" I said as he pulled away. Sebastian and Mick approaching, both hugging me.

"I’m so proud of you, Lizzie! After such a tough week! You did amazing!" Seb whispered and I had to blink away a few tears.

"Lizzie! Congrats on your first win in Formula 1! Amazing race! Amazing weekend!" Martin Brundle said and I had a huge smile on my face.

"Thanks! I honestly am at a loss of words right now. It just feels awesome!" I said and saw how Charles smiled at me.

"When was the moment you knew that this was your win? You fought of the Ferraris real quick and went ahead with a comfortable lead! But it seemed like you were a bit unsure about the Ferraris strategy?" he asked and I nodded slowly.

"Yeah I was a bit confused by them, but I guess after I pitted and stayed in their close range to retake the lead and were able to even gain a little I knew I just had to manage the tires and I could win." I answered honestly.

"And that you did! Congrats again, Lizzie!" he said and I smiled, handed the microphone to one of the technicians and waved one last time to the crowd before I walked to an awaiting Charles.

"I’m so proud of you, mon amour." he whispered in my ear when he hugged me, before we made our way to the cool down room.

I walked inside and put my helmet down, grabbed a towel and dried my face and neck off, I looked into the reflection of the glasswall and frowned a little, my hair was a mess, braids half loose, all bushy. My first win and I would look like I just got electrocuted.

"You look good." Charles whispered as he stood next to me, grabbing a towel for himself.

"I don’t want to go up to that podium looking like this!" I mumbled and untied my braids, combing with my fingers through my hair to untangle them "Now it’s at least a little better!"

"You’re adorable!" he chuckled and grabbed a water bottle, then sitting down in his chair, looking at the screen showing some replays of the race.

"Lizzie, congrats. Good race." Carlos said as he walked in.

"Thanks Carlos, you too." I pressed out a smile, knowing that Charles would’ve won this race if Carlos wouldn’t have been so persistent in keeping his position and fighting Charles off, more or less within the rules.

"Yeah. It was tough, could’ve ended differently." he said and Charles scoffed a little, covering it up with a cough.

"Yeah, totally different." was his only response and I looked at him, when I sat down next to him I gently squeezed his arm.

"It’s your first win. Everything else doesn’t matter to me!" he said in French and his smile was genuine.

"Thank you so much, Charlie." I replied as Felix walked in.

"Little one! I’m so freaking proud! And well done Ferrari boys!" he said and patted Charles back before he was ushered out onto the podium, followed by Carlos.

"I guess I see you out there!" Felix said and followed Carlos, before it was my turn.

I stepped out, the crowd cheered, my family and friends being the loudest and Charles smiled at me, like he just won the championship. I was shaking as I climbed the highest step of the podium. I took a deep breath. This was it. The moment I’ve dreamed of since I first saw a Formula 1 race. I was a Formula 1 Grand Prix winner. I saw a big Germany flag waving through the crowd and felt my heart almost burst in pride. After 1.015 days the national anthem of Germany blasted through the air again, not just for the constructor, no for the driver. For me. My heart was racing. A big smile on my lips. Years and years of fighting, proving myself again and again, were all worth for this one moment. I felt tears streaming down my face. But at this moment I couldn’t care less. At this moment I felt like I was on top of the world. I would take this moment and taste it. Live it. Love it. This was my moment. As soon as the anthem was played Mohammed Ben Sulayem shook my hand and handed me the the trophy, a fresh wave of tears fell when I lifted it up into the sky, pointing up to Hans. This was for him. I set the trophy down and cheered when Felix lifted his trophy, then I clapped for Carlos, still a bittersweet taste on my tongue. But when Charles received his trophy, not celebrating much I made sure to cheer for him as loud as possible. He looked at me and as Les Toreadors was played I already was showered in champagne before I could even open my own bottle. I flinched a little at the coldness but I laughed it off spraying him and Felix. We all came together and Charles toasted our bottles together before I had a large swig of champagne, still not liking it much.

"Come on, picture time!" Charles shouted and pulled me next to him, gripping my waist tight. Felix stood on my other side, waving Carlos to his other side. I waved one last time to the crowd and then left together with Felix, Charles and Carlos behind us.

"I see you later?" I turned to Charles and he nodded, walking off with Carlos.

"Come on, Lizzie! The guys can‘t wait to see you!" Felix smiled and we walked back into our garage, where we were welcomed everyone cheering for us, Valtteri was the first to come up to me.

"Congrats, Lizzie! What a race! Well done!" he hugged me and I smiled at him.

"Thank you so much! And well done yourself! P7! After falling back to P19 because of the start! What a drive!" I said and he just waved it off.

"That was nothing…" he joked and I nudged his shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah… play it cool!" I laughed as someone hugged my waist, I looked down at the big grin of Liam, hoisting him up "Hey Bubba!" I kissed his cheek and he giggled.

"Hey race winner Lizzie!" he said and I laughed.

"Is that my new name now?" I asked and he nodded as another set of little hands pulled at me "Oh hello Buddy, come up here." I shifted Liam to my left hip and picked up Benji as well. He had a similar big grin on his face as he kissed my cheek.

"We can brag now with you! Not only that you‘re the only girl in F1. You’re also a race winner now!" Benji said and I laughed.

"You’re not going to do that, you hear me!" I said as I walked to my family and friends. Sissy took Liam and Marcus Benji out of my arms and Mum hugged me again.

"We’re all so proud of you! Really Lizzie! You’re amazing!" she sniffled a little and I smiled.

"Okay stop! I cried enough now!" I chuckled and she nodded, wiping her face "Where’s Pops?" I looked around.

"He went to Charles… he looked not the happiest with his result… I mean he was so happy for you, we could all see that. But yeah…" Marcus said and I nodded, thankful that Dad went to Charles to console him a little.

"As much as I hate to interrupt, but I need Lizzie now…" Julie walked over to us and I nodded.

"You guys don’t have to wait for me! Go back to the hotel and we have all dinner tonight together? Celebrate a little?" I said as I kissed the kiddos and Mum goodbye.

"We’ll see you tonight!" Mum said and I nodded, following Julie.

"You did amazing today! We’re all so proud of you, Lizzie! We need to make a quick stop at the media pen for Sky UK, Germany and Italia, ESPN and Canal+ and then we’re heading straight to the press conference." she explained and I nodded.

"Yay, I can’t wait!" I joked and she laughed.

"At least they’re all be nice today, you just won, there’s not much to criticise!" she said and I sighed.

"Let’s hope you’re right!"

I grabbed my bottle and sat down between Charles and Carlos waiting for the press conference to start. Charles smiled at me, but I saw that he was still reeling a little with the decisions of his team today and I wanted nothing more than to comfort him, but I knew him well enough that he would wave it off, not wanting to ruin my win.

"Right, with us today we’re having in third place Charles Leclerc, in second place Carlos Sainz and for the first time ever, our race winner Lizzie Doetterer… Lizzie, congrats! Terrific race. Talk us through…" Tom Clarkson opened up the press conference and I glanced one last time at Charles who smiled at me encouragingly, and brought the microphone close to my mouth.

"Yeah, I had a good start, went far ahead of Carlos out of turn 1, knew our car is slightly better to the tires then the Ferrari’s and knew I had to push for some laps to gain a solid gap between us… had a good stint on the mediums and was able to manage them for longer than I thought… boxed for fresh hards, had a fast pit stop, the team was amazing. Came out after George but yeah, attacking and ruining my tires wasn’t necessary, I just had to wait for the Ferrari’s and George to box… then it was done" I said it quickly to stop me from saying anything that I might regretted later on.

"Thanks, Carlos, congrats on P2, describe the race from your view please…"

"Yeah, I had good pace, we managed the tires better then in Canada, well, the double stack was a bit risky but overall a good weekend." Carlos said while I kept playing with my microphone.

"Okay, thank you, Charles, P3 today after your grid penalty from P2 to P5… talk us through your race, you caught up quickly to Carlos and had a good pace, what then?"

"Well, I had a good start, good pace, at some point I thought the car felt really good and I have more pace, but yeah the team had a different plan and I… I followed the plan because as driver you don’t have all the data like the team has and did what they told me to do… the double stack was not the best idea for my race but yeah, overall it is good to be back on the podium after the last 2 races but I’m never satisfied when I’m not winning." Charles finished and I nodded agreeing.

"Alright, we’re opening now the floor for some questions, please first state your name and name of your publication as always…"

The questions were all the same, how does it feel to win, did the upgrades work, why were the tires that good.

"Ken Bolton, BBC. Can you explain what you meant with ‘Ferrari ferrarieing again’ on the radio?" I took a deep breath, there it was, even though I knew that someone would bring it up, I still dreaded it. Charles on my left tensed up a bit and I could feel his eyes on me, Carlos on my right tilted his head towards my direction, frowning, I shook my head, exhaled and chuckled.

"Well I mean, let’s be honest I have to thank Ferrari for gifting me this win…" silence all around, Charles eyes visibly widening, Carlos looking confused "Charles started from P5, after his penalty, he was already on Carlos tail out of turn 3 in lap 1, asked then how many times to switch positions because he was faster? My team said they counted at least 3 requests, confirming that Charles had the faster lap times with a broken front wing and if Ferrari let them switch I would have to bring more distance between us, because Charles was only one hundredth slower then me. My team told me that Carlos declined the requests saying he could push faster and at that point we thought it was their tactic, you know? To throw us off and when I feel safe switch the cars and attack… but that call never came. We boxed for hards in lap 21 or 22, Ferrari passed us, but I came out behind George and was P4, all 3 in front yet to pit… and then Ferrari did a double stack? One that didn’t work out to great! I passed them and it was the same like the laps before my pit stop! And at that point I knew I was going to win… and I did… so Ferrari ferrarieng again…" I ended and Carlos shook his head, Charles looked at his hands, jaw clenched.

"Javier Alvares, MotoSpain, Lizzie, do you really think, if Ferrari had switched the cars, the outcome would be different? What would the podium look like?" I looked in the journalists eyes, contemplating my answer.

"I am one hundred percent sure, if Ferrari would’ve let Charles through he would’ve passed me. Without the yellow flag yesterday I’m sure he would be on pole and then the penalty, a shame really, but Charles’ pace was the entire weekend super fast, he already was almost half a second faster than my pole lap in the first and second sector? Would Ferrari let him through this could’ve easily be a Ferrari win, maybe even a P1/P2 if Charles slowed me down enough, for Carlos to attack and if he manages to overtake me of course… but like I said, thank you Ferrari!" I answered.

"Matthias Bircher, from Auto, Motor, Sport, Lizzie, you said in the past that you think a team should have a clear number 1 and 2 driver? After todays race, did your opinion change? Or is it still the same?" I knew Matthias for some years now and I knew he wanted me to say what was obvious, speak the truth, like not many people did it anymore.

"I said top teams that are fighting for championships should have a clear hierarchy and after today? My opinion only manifests, the first 3, 4 races should determine who brings home the most points, if there should be any doubts, but then you have to see who is able to fight for the wins, not just for runner ups… only one driver can win the title, it’s important to back up that driver and not screw up their races in order to prevent bruised egos." I tried to be as objective as possible, but failed miserably, the murmuring going around showed that clearly. But I had to say it. After hearing the radio messages, seeing how Charles was being treated after the race.

"Alright thank you all, that’s it for today, congrats again and see you next week in Spielberg. Good bye."

I got up, grabbed my water bottle and walked towards the exit, Julie looked at me with pursed lips.

"Very subtle, Lizzie! Next time just say, thanks Ferrari, you screwed Charles over, again, Carlos should be your number 2!"she hissed.

"I thought I just did?" I answered and she smacked my arm "I’m sorry! You know it was the adrenaline! Emotions?"

I looked at her and then followed with my eyes how Carlos walked towards the door where Sylvia already waited, she sent me a bitter look and waited for Charles who stood closer to me, ambiguous where to look.

"Charles, we’re waiting!" Sylvia’s voice laced with anger, her Italian becoming more harsh this way.

"I’m coming in a minute, you can leave, I’m catching up on you." he answered trying to make his Italian not sound so harsh, with one last look at me she ushered Carlos through the door, Julie gave Charles a short hug and left then as well. He didn’t say anything, he just grabbed my hand and pulled me through a side door and kept walking in silence for a minute or two, we were now behind the team hospitalities and Charles pulled me in a hug.

"I’m sorry, Charles. I don’t know why I said, scratch that, I know why I said it, I saw how Mattia acted towards you after the race! I was this close to come over! He fucked up your race! And then he has the nerve to scold you like that? Right there in front of everyone? The Media? He treated you like a stubborn kid! How dare he! Not after the last races where they screwed y…" I began my rant as he just cradled my face between his hands and kissed me, I melted into him and as he pushed himself off of me a bit, he leaned his forehead against mine and hummed contently.

"Have I told you before that I love you, cara mia?" he whispered and I put my hands above his on my cheeks and pushed them slightly off my face, then held them in front of me, I looked up at him and smiled sheepishly.

"Today? Only once before the race…" I said and jumped as a door somewhere shut close with a bang "We should go. Sorry if you have to go now through a little of trouble because of me!" I rambled but Charles hugged me again, giving me a last kiss on the forehead.

"I’ll survive!" he said, then he was gone, I sighed and kicked a box in frustration.

"Fucking amazing job you’ve done!" I murmured to myself. I took a few more deep breaths and looked up in the sky. I didn’t want to blame Carlos, he only wanted to stay ahead of his teammate who was performing so much better then him this season. The way he showed less and less teamwork over the past few weeks and how their team didn’t address this issue, I just had to speak up against Ferrari. The last weeks had been draining a lot of Charles confidence. And seeing him this devastated again woke up some memories I didn’t want to relive. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn’t register the man who sneaked up behind me. I turned around to walk out from behind the hospitalities to make my way back to our garage, when I bumped into someone.

"Hello Lizzie, nice to catch you alone!" his smile wide but fake "Congratulations on your first win! I would’ve loved to ask one or two questions about it… but it seems like not only my hand sign get’s ignored whenever you’re sitting on that couch, no, as of this weekend I was banned from the next 10 races. You wouldn’t happen to know why that’s the case, right?"

I took a step back, but he mirrored my steps, nodding his head like he wanted an answer.

"Maybe you should think about if the questions you asked were appropriate? Maybe next time you write an article you should think about having actual proof of everything you claim and not just straight up lie!" I answered and looked around, I was cornered, the only escape was through him, or the probably locked back door of the hospitality behind me.

"Oh come on Lizzie, cariñito! I was only asking entertaining questions! The fans want to know these kinda things… they’re interested in your life, why not give them some details? And that article? You forced me to write it!" he replied taking another step closer and I could feel the cold steel of the building at my back.

"People aren’t interested in these kind of things! And if they are then ask the other drivers as well! I mean come on! My favourite position? We all knew what you meant! And how the hell did I force you to write that article?" I said coldly and the look on his face changed, panic rising up my chest.

"Because I had to make sure that everyone would talk about it. Talk about you! Because you didn’t give me the opportunity to talk to you! And all the other drivers? Well… they all were in on this, not answering my questions whe…" he began but I lost it.

"You should ask yourself why’s that! You didn’t just insult me with all your fake accusations from your anonymous Instagram account, I only slept my way into F1? After each quali the drivers taking turns on me to decide who lets me pass at the start? You think they like to read things like that? You think this is all about me? Hell no! They all don’t want to see you around anymore!” I spat out and tried to push past him, but he grabbed my wrist violently and pulled me back. He shoved me hard against the back door, the door knob slamming into my hip and I hissed.

"You listen to me now, you devious, little bitch, because of you I lost some sponsors, real money and unlike you, I don’t have a whole flock of rich man to cover my expanses in exchange for some alone time or whatever your offering!" he whisper shouted and squeezed my wrist painfully. I tried to wiggle myself out of his grasp but he only shoved me harder against the door, slamming my wrist against it in the process. I again tried to push him off of me with my free hand, but he grabbed it and shoved it behind my back, using his whole body to fixate me. Frantically I looked around, trying to find a way out but he grabbed my chin with his free hand and turned my face to look at him.

"Stop this little bitching and whining and make sure that they lift the ban and allow me to ask my questions again and then have a nice talk with all of your fellow drivers and make sure you all answer my questions again! You got it? Otherwise I’ll leak some things about your best friend and your family… things no one of you want to be in public! The little Monaco prince will be dethroned quickly after! And your fam…” he spat out, but before he could continue the door behind me opened and as fast as he approached he was gone again and I dropped to my knees.

"Lizzie?" I heard Charlottes voice through the loud ringing in my ears, heart racing, breathing shallow. I looked up, when I realised that we were behind the McLaren hospitality. Charlotte helped me up but when she touched my wrist I yelped in pain. She looked at my wrist, bruises already forming, the same at my chin, then my dishevelled race suit, tears in my eyes. She carefully pulled me in a hug and gently stroked my back "Who did this to you, Lizzie? What happened?" I shook my head and tried to breathe evenly.

"Charlotte, have you seen my…" I heard Daniel’s voice behind Charlotte and as he saw me his huge smile was gone, replaced with a concerned frown "Lizzie? What happened?" in an instant he was next to us and looked at me "Fuck, Lizzie who did this? We need to call security! What happened? What did they want?" Daniel walked out of the back and looked around, while I tried to calm myself down.

"Charlotte? Daniel? You have to promise me something!" I said and they both looked at me concerned, I thought about Diaz threat and swallowed hard "You have to promise me!" they shared a quick look, then looked at me and nodded "Please, don’t tell anyone what happened, but especially not Charles! He can’t know! Please! Promise it!"

"Lizzie, we need to get the security here, whoever did this needs to be punished!" Daniel exclaimed, but I shook my head.

"You know who it was, right?" Charlotte asked quietly and Daniel looked at me with wide eyes, I nodded silently.

"Yes and I will deal with it later, I promise! But for now, this has to stay between us, please?" I begged and Daniel grabbed me by my shoulders and looked me in the eyes.

"Is it just your chin and wrist? Or did he…" he trailed off and I shook my head immediately.

"No, I swear! He cornered me, I wanted to push past him, he grab my wrist and slammed me to the door, then he grabbed my chin to make me look at him. But that was all! Really!" I reassured him and he looked relieved, Charlotte walked further inside, pulling me with her, Daniel behind us closing the door "Why were you opening up the door anyway?" I asked.

"I heard something banging against it and thought that maybe a co-worker locked themselves out!" she explained and I nodded.

"Thank you, Charlotte!" I said and she pushed me into a chair, handing me a bottle of water, then she walked away and Daniel sat down next to me.

"Why were you back there anyway?" he asked and I sighed.

"After the press conference I wanted to apologise to Charles, because of my answers he will get some lectures from Sylvia and Mattia… so yeah, she already cursed me with her witch eyes at the conference room, so Charles and I took a little detour to get away from prying eyes. Charles left and I waited some minutes to gather myself and then he was there already." I said and Daniel nodded, as Charlotte came over with a little beauty bag, I looked at her confused.

"If you want to keep this a secret, you can’t walk through the paddock with a bruised jaw and wrist, right?" she explained and I took a look in the little mirror attached to the beauty bag, she was right, dark bruises already clearly visible, she applied a little concealer on it, used a brush and some powder to blend it in and moved on to my wrist. After she was done I checked my face in the mirror.

"Thanks Charlotte! And Daniel! I owe you guys something!" I said and hugged them both tight.

"It’s alright kiddo, but there will come a time when I want to know what happened back there and then I want answers!" Daniel said and Charlotte nodded.

I left McLaren and went straight to the Audi hospitality, where Felix sat on a high stool, waiting for me.

"Are you alright, Lizzie?" he asked and I nodded "Okay? Let’s go, the debrief won’t be too long tonight, we all want to get out of here and celebrate!" I nodded again, feeling like my throat was too dry to speak.

And indeed after an hour Felix dismissed us and I sent Charles a text, receiving a prompt answer.

"You’re waiting for Charles?" Pete asked and I nodded, sitting down.

"He said his debrief is almost done." I said as Felix joined us.

"Lizzie, I spoke with the board, they’re all so happy and told me to congratulate you on their behalf!” he said and I forced myself to smile at him.

"Tell them thank you!" I said as Pete waved at someone behind me and Charles appeared next to me.

"Hello winners." he said and sat down next to me and Felix laughed a little.

"Lizzie, your trophy is in your room by the way!" Pete said and I nodded.

"Alright, I need to grab my stuff and then we can go.” I said and walked inside, I closed the door to my room and slipped out of my racing suit and into my jeans and Charles hoodie, then I grabbed all of my stuff and threw it in my bag, trophy in hand I turned around but bumped into the table with my hip and hissed in pain, the shock was that big that I dropped the trophy. It shattered to the ground with a loud thud. I stared down in shock but lifted the hoodie first to check my hip in the mirror, a huge, nasty looking, purple and blue bruise was already forming. The door knob, I remembered. And all came back crushing down on me, the grief of losing Hans, the emotions of winning my first race, the devastated look in Charles eyes, Mattia scolding Charles, making him look down in shame, the press conference where I let all my thoughts out and dragged Carlos down in the process. Sylvia’s nasty look at me. Charles and I sneaking into dark corners just to share a quiet moment together as a couple. Us being a secret because of me. And then him, him attacking me, blaming me for losing sponsors, losing money, after all the disgusting things he said, him attacking me and threatening me to expose something about Charles and my family that we rather not want to be exposed? I looked down at my trophy, realising it was broken and silent tears streaming down my face. I sobbed uncontrolled and then I kneeled down. One of the handles broke off and some scratches along the side, the broken trophy a silent metaphor for myself. I started crying hysterically and although I tried to calm myself down, the tears wouldn’t stop falling, I was shaking with every sob. My breathing stalled, dark splotches clouded my vision. I needed my inhalator, I looked for my bag but then the door opened.

"Lizzie?" I heard Charles' worried whisper as he knelt down in front of me and pulled me in a hug, my vision sharpening again, the breathing going easier and I snuggled into Charles “What happened?" he whispered, then spotted the broken trophy and sighed "Mon amour, please tell me you’re not crying because of a broken trophy? We can glue it or something!" he gently reassured me and I nodded silently, still not able to stop the tears from streaming down my face, although my breathing was normal again and the sobbing stopped "But you were screaming?"

"Yeah, I turned around and wanted to leave and bumped in the table, it hurts like hell! It’s probably bruised already." I lied and as Charles carefully lifted my hoodie, he inhaled sharply.

"Were you bumping into it with 200 k/ph?" he asked and I pressed out a little laugh.

"You know that I’m fast!" I said and he chuckled.

"Okay, let’s go, pretty girl! Hotel and shower first, and then we’ll decide what to do with the rest of the evening!" he gently pulled me up with him, putting my broken trophy in his bag.

"I have to celebrate with my family and friends! They’re just here for me! And what about my team!" I said quietly but Charles shook his head.

"Lizzie, you almost needed your inhalator… I think we’ll better have a look how you feel later, okay?" Charles answered and I nodded silently, maybe he was right. As always.

Back in the hotel Charles put the broken trophy on the table and I sighed, taking the handle in my hand.

"My first ever winner‘s trophy and I broke it." I sat down and ran my hand through my hair.

"Don’t worry, we can fix it." Charles reassured me and I nodded "Are you sure that you’re okay? You look really exhausted?"

"I’m okay… tired but that’s it." I said, not looking at him.

"Mon amour, can you please look at me?" he cupped my cheek and I looked at him "How about we stay in for now? Have dinner? And then you lay down a bit… we can still go out later tonight! No one would be mad… it was a tough week. Today was a lot."

"I promised them that we would have dinner together… Charles they all flew here for me…" I whispered.

"We’ll have brunch together! A big family and friends brunch, I organise something! And we can go out for some drinks tonight? That would be fine. Really." he smiled at me and I nodded "Yeah? Perfect! I’ll order us some food and call Pops and Co! Then we have a nice and hot shower!"

I smiled and got up, I had to come up with an excuse to stop Charles from having a shower together, so I started looking around frantically.

"Cara mia? What’s the matter?" Charles looked at me confused as he hung up the hotel phone after ordering some food.

"I think I forgot my phone in the car…" I lied and looked through my bag, carefully silencing my phone, if he came up with the idea of calling it first, I sighed and closed my eyes, then fake yawned "Alright, where are your keys?" Charles walked to me and kissed my temple.

"I don’t have them?" he said and I laughed, of course he gave them to the attendant when we arrived.

"I’ll go." he said, put his shoes on and left the room.

I gathered my clothes and toiletries and went into the bathroom, then quickly showered and tried to apply some make up to cover up the bruises. Charles knew I almost never wore make up, especially not before we potentially stayed in. After a second try I was satisfied with my jaw, ignoring the throbbing pain and focused to do the same at my wrist, but for some reason it always looked blotchy and I got more and more frustrated. I heard the hotel room door opening and closing and quickly put on sweatpants and my t-shirt. I left the bathroom with my worn clothes over my wrist, a guilty look on my face. Charles immediately recognised it and sighed a little.

"Where was it?" he asked and I looked confused before I realised what he meant.

"It was meddled in my shirt and silent, sorry Charlie bear!" I said sweetly and he chuckled.

"Cara mia, you know that I hate it when you call me that!" he laughed and rolled his eyes, then he noticed I was shivering a little and grabbed one of his hoodies out of his suitcase "Here, you’re shivering, I’ll take a shower, our food must be here any minute." he handed me his hoodie and gave me a kiss before he grabbed his clothes "I talked to Pops and he said it’s alright, he said he and your Mum could take care of the kids so that Marcus and Sissy could honour with us later on if you’re feeling better. I texted Shima and Daniel as well as my brothers and Joris… it’s all good! Matt texted me that they would go to a bar 20 minutes from here and that I should give him a call if we want to come. They all say it’s okay!" he smiled at me one last time and then disappeared in the bathroom, not even 30 seconds later the shower started.

I sat down at the dressing table and brushed my hair, pulling it up in a loose bun, checking the make up at my jaw again. The shower stopped and I stripped out of my shirt and pulled Charles‘ hoodie over my head, the sleeves were long enough to cover my wrist. I got up from the table and packed my stuff away when it knocked at the door. I opened it and was greeted with the heavenly smell of French fries.

"Mrs. Leclerc, your food and beverages." the room service server said with a friendly smile and I step aside and let him push the cart in "You want me to set the table for you?" he asked politely but I shook my head.

"Not necessary, just put it on the coffee table, thanks." I replied and he nodded, then proceeded to put the tray of food on the coffee table, followed by a little basket with cutlery. I got my purse and fished out a money bill and turned around as he set down 2 bottles of sparkling water.

"Is there anything else I can do for you, Mrs. Leclerc?" he asked as the bathroom door opened and Charles stepped out, only in a towel slung around his hips. The room service server looked Charles up and down, swallowed hard and blushed, then he looked at me again, still blushing. I smiled at him, containing my laughter because I knew his feelings all too well, seeing Charles almost naked made me all hot and heavy, still.

"No, thank you very much, but that’s all." I said and handed him the money bill.

"Thank you, Mrs Leclerc. Mr Leclerc. Have a good night!" he said fast and pushed the cart out of our room.

I closed the door behind him and chuckled when Charles hugged me from behind.

"Mhhh Mrs. Leclerc, I have to be honest, I like the sound of that!" he whispered and littered my neck with tiny kisses.

"Oh come on! We’re dating for how long now? Two months? Get a grip!" I laughed and turned around, seeing that he was wearing sweatpants now, but still no shirt.

"Pretty girl, we’re not just dating! This is a serious relationship! And to be clear, it’s been two and a half months! And that is just the time where it’s official that I’m yours and you’re mine! But what about the time before that?" he said with a fake pout, although there was a glimmer of sincerity in his eyes.

"The time where you had a girlfriend counts as well?" I said, as a joke, and walked past him, sitting down on the sofa, lifting the lid off of the basket of French fries. I inhaled the smell and ate one. Charles turned around and looked at me before he closed his eyes for a second, then he sat down next to me, and took my hands in his.

"Charles, I was jok…" I started but he shook his head.

"We never really talked about it, always found excuses to next address it… it was stupid to start a relationship when I quite obviously had feelings for you, I know! But I kinda liked her as a friend and I thought that maybe, if I like her enough, it would turn eventually into more and then I could get over the feelings I had for you… they were eating me alive, mon amour. Joris, Ricky, Daniel, Pierre, our brothers, even Seb! They all pushed me into your direction, telling me you would feel the same, but… god I was scared! What if they’re all wrong? And then I confess my feelings for you and you don’t feel the same? I was so scared of losing you! Lizzie, you know that I can’t live without you! So I swallowed it all down and kept you as my best friend, because I’d rather had you in my life as friend then not at all…" Charles said it in a firm tone, but still so vulnerable "But sometimes this spark, this connection between us came up and I wasn’t so sure anymore if keeping this feelings bottled up was the right decision! But then I saw you in Assen, I went to the toilet, you and Ben? The son of your old manager? I only saw him from the side. You kissed and I just walked away, I never saw you with another guy before, but that confirmed to me that they all were wrong about you having feelings for me, so yeah… when Camille made a move then at New Year’s Eve, I gave her a chance but I never was in love with her, I heard how Mum talked about the feelings she had for Papa after meeting him for the first time, and I realised that it’s never gonna be like this with her, because these feelings I only had for you, but maybe if I gave it some time it would change, but it never did, because I only was in love once and that was, no, is with you…"

I looked at him shocked, face white as a sheet of paper.

"You saw that? Him and I?" I whispered and let go of his hands, folded mine in my lap and looked down at them, all the other things he had said were irrelevant for my brain at that moment.

"Yeah, I didn’t spy on you and watched it. I was upstairs and looked over the banister and then I saw you two and I quickly turned around and left…" he said and I drew a sharp breath in, a tear slipped down my face, I started shaking, for the second time today because of him. Charles noticed it and in an instant he pulled me in his lap "Hey, hey, mon amour? What’s going on? You know you can tell me everything?"

I nodded and looked up at him, more tears escaping my eyes. I had to be honest. He knew me to well to spy every little lie. I took a deep breath.

"That wasn’t Ben, Charles, it was Salva Diaz, he approached me behind the garages, I always went there to have some quiet minutes before the race, he said he could feel the chemistry between us, the looks I was giving him, but that wasn’t true, I told him that, but he wouldn’t believe me, he said I was always so nice to him, always smiling and joking, I said I do that with everyone, that’s how I am and then he shook his head saying that I’m flirting with him and then he kissed me and- umm… I pushed him away and Jamie walked out looking for me, she told him to fuck off and then he left. Jamie yelled after him that he should stay away or we would go to the police…" I said, voice shaking, I didn’t look Charles in the eyes "He never came near me again, I thought he forgot about me, but when it was announced that I would start this season in F1, he started his blog about me and first I ignored it, but then when he asked me that stupid question in Bahrain? It all came back. Seb saw how uncomfortable he made me, not just me, all of you guys weren’t really happy with his questions about me towards them, so he spoke with the FIA, but they told us they couldn’t just ban him because we don’t like his questions… but they said he would be ignored during press cons, singe couldn’t ask his questions anymore…" Charles stayed quiet, only caressing my back gently, he then kissed my temple, closing his eyes.

"I’ll kill him." he murmured against my skin and I shook my head "Lizzie, I’m so sorry! Would I just stayed a second longer I would’ve seen what he did! Or if not that, then I should’ve talked to you about it instead of being all jealous and start this thing with Camille. I’m sorry, mon amour."

"It’s not your fault, Charles. Not that he did what he did, nor that you tried it with Camille! You’re here now, that is what matters!" I said and kissed him on the cheek "Come on, I’m hungry and this food smells amazing!" I got off of his lap, wiped my eyes with his hoodie, careful to not smear my make up. Then I sat down on the floor and opened the lids of the rest of the food, although I wasn’t the slightest hungry anymore, I started eating some fries, hoping Charles would join me, not asking more questions.

He stood up, got his phone and two cans of coke from the minibar and sat down next to me. He fished then two long fries out of the basket, set them aside and started to record a video with his phone, then he handed me one of the long fries and took the other one in his hand.

"A toast for a brilliant race by a brilliant driver! You did amazing and I love you! Cheers to your first win of many more to come!" Charles said and we toasted our two fries together.

I laughed and bit into my fry. Then we indulged in the rest of the food.

"That’s some good pasta!” I said and Charles only nodded smiling. We sat in silence for some time, I finished my salad, had some pasta and some fries, as Charles looked up at me.

"Lizzie, I’m going to ask you this only once… did you tell the FIA what he did? In Assen? Or did you just spoke to them about the blog and his inappropriate questions." he asked calmly and I knew that whatever answer I would give him, he would be furious.

"I told them what he did, they believed me, but they said because I didn’t file a police report, they can’t just ban him. It would be word against word. And me not doing anything about it when it happened would only help his case and…" I began but Charles slammed his fist on the table and I flinched, he immediately took his hand back and slowly and gently took mine in his.

"I’m sorry, mon amour, I didn’t meant to scare you! But are they for real?" he groaned and I just nodded "He‘s still at every press conference! How can they allow him to sit there? They should protect you!"

"He’s banned for the next 10 races, after the article and they made it clear to him, that if he ever crosses the line again, he would be banned forever." I said and Charles nodded slowly.

"I think it’s still not enough! But better then nothing!" he replied and ruffled his hair "But if I ever see him again, and he’s just breathing in your direction… he’ll be dead." the look on his face made me shiver, he was dead serious.

"Can you please not do that? I want you by my side, not in jail." I sighed.

"He won’t be found, don’t worry…" Charles got up.

"Watching all these true crime documentaries with you was a bad idea…" I groaned and he chuckled.

"Come on, pretty girl. Let’s lay down for a bit!" he plugged in his phone and I got up, walking to the bed.

"It’s half past 9 already! I’m not sure we sh…" I began but he shook his head.

"They won’t be at the bar until 10 anyways! And you’re the star of the show! So you can come later, have your big entrance!" he said and laid down "And now come here!"

"Okay… but not for too long!" I said as I snuggled into him.

"Just a little while…" he whispered and kissed the top of my head "Now relax, my little race winner!"

"Thank you again, for bringing something nice for me to wear…" I said as I walked out of the bathroom, Shima and Sissy sitting on the bed.

"You’re very welcome! You look fantastic, you just won a race, can we please go now and have a few drinks?" Shima said and I laughed.

"Sure. The boys are downstairs?" I asked and Sissy nodded.

"Yup their waiting for us." she said and got up "Let’s go!" she looked herself up and down one last time in the mirror and nodded.

"So… I heard how Charles was talking to a certain McLaren driver earlier… he’s coming as well?" I said as we walked out of the room and my sister shrugged her shoulders.

"Oh really? Daniel is coming as well?" she said nonchalantly and Shima chuckled.

"No, Lando…" I said and for a second disappointment flashed over my sisters face.

"Cool." she said tight lipped.

"Of course Daniel! You can admit that you like him! You got along pretty well in Miami? Oh and Monaco…" I said and she shook her head.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about." she pushed the button for the lobby in the elevator and Shima and I laughed.

"Sure… but just so you know, I think he likes you… he asked me a couple of times how you are and what you’re doing…" I said right as the doors opened and I walked out.

"He did?" she sounded excited.

"Ha! Got you!" I laughed and she hit my arm "Ouch! But yes, he really did…" I rubbed my arm as the boys waved at us, Charles turned around and the look on his face when he eyed me up from head to toe made me blush.

"You look beautiful, mon amour." he said as he pulled me into his arms "So fucking beautiful… I’m not sure if I can keep my hands to myself…"

"Behave, cave man!" Shima laughed and Charles pouted a little "Your puppy face is not working on me!"

"Come on, let’s go!" Lorenzo said and we walked outside, where a Hummer limousine was waiting for us.

"You’re fucking kidding me?" I groaned and Charles laughed "Are you serious?"

"Woah! Don’t look at me! That’s not my doing!" he held up his hands and Marcus and Lorenzo laughed.

"Our little sister is a Formula 1 Grand Prox winner!" Marcus said.

"And that means you’re treated like royalty tonight!" Lorenzo added.

"And Charles will treat you like a queen later on tonight!" Arthur laughed and Marcus and Lorenzo both slapped the back of his head at the same time "You’re acting like they’re innocent little kids…" he mumbled, rubbing his head.

"Come on, let’s party!" Joris exclaimed and opened the door, helping first Sissy and then Shima in, before he climbed in himself, followed by Arthur and Daniel.

"Mademoiselle." Charles offered me his hand and I got into the limousine, Charles right behind me. As soon as Marcus and Lorenzo were inside the limousine drove off.

"This thing is freaking huge!" I looked around as Daniel handed me a glass of champagne.

"Cheers to our race winner, Lizzie and to Charles‘ P3!" Joris said and we toasted are glasses together.

Charles arm was slung around me and he kissed my temple.

"You were right, it was better to calm down a little, relax, before going out, thank you…" I whispered and he smiled.

"I meant what I said, it’s going to be so tough to keep my hands to myself later on!" he whispered back and his lips brushed mine.

"Love birdies! Stop! You’re not snogging in front of me…" Marcus groaned and Lorenzo and Daniel nodded along.

"Behave!" Daniel said and I giggled a little.

"Do all of that behind locked doors…" Arthur laughed and Charles sighed, pulling me closer.

"I guess we won’t stay that long after all…" he whispered in my ear and I looked at him, his eyes burning with lust and passion.

"Just have a couple of drinks, say hi to everyone and then we can leave, right?" I asked and he nodded.

"My words exactly."

As soon as we arrived at the bar, that was more a club, and walked inside a whole bunch of my team was there and began to cheer and applaud. I also saw some of the fellow drivers making their way to me. Daniel, Max and Pierre being the firsts, all giving me a hug.

"How does it feel, to be a GP winner?" Pierre asked and I shrugged my shoulders a little.

"Amazing, I guess?" I smiled and followed Daniel’s look.

"You should talk to her, my sister, she’ll be happy to see you…" I said and he smiled wide.

"Yeah? You think so?" he asked, a little nervous.

"Is the Danny Ric nervous? Because of a girl? Damn…" Max chuckled and I rolled my eyes.

"Just go!" I laughed and he nodded.

"Will do!" and with that he left, approaching Sissy.

"Hey Lizzie! Congrats!" Alex walked up, next to him George.

"Yeah! Amazing race! Amazing weekend! Well deserved win!" he added and hugged me.

"Thanks guys, really! I really appreciate it!" I smiled thankfully at them as I saw Matt wave at me "If you excuse me, I want to say hi to my team! But we’ll have a drink later on together?" the guys nodded and I left with a smile on my face.

"There she is! The lady of the hour! LIZZIE!" Matt yelled, and the other guys cheered as well.

"Thank you guys! Thank you so much! Without you, this win wouldn’t be possible!" I said as the new mechanic, Paul handed me a shot.

"To Lizzie!" he said and they all held up their shot glasses repeating his words. I jugged the shot down, hating the burning on my tongue and in my throat. We stood at the bar and I talked for a little while with them when I looked around. Charles sitting with Max, Pierre, Arthur and Daniel at the table, his eyes on me. Shima and Joris were dancing and laughing together, while Danny Ric and my sister also danced and enjoyed their time. Lorenzo, Marcus, George and Alex were playing darts together. I felt a hand on my back and turned around. Paul.

"Enjoying yourself?" he asked, signing the bar tender for another round of drinks.

"Yeah. I do." I said and he smiled, the bartender sliding a whiskey to Paul and a vodka lemon to me.

"Cheers Lizzie!" he held his glass towards me and I grabbed mine.

"What are we toasting to?" I asked and he though for a second.

"Good team work?" he said and I smiled.

"Alright! Good team work!" I replied and toasted my glass with his, then I took a sip and sat the glass down, feeling dizzy already "Maybe I should slow down a little. I’m not really a hard drinker."

He chuckled and I felt his arm around me, tightening his grip.

"Don’t worry, I got you." he said and I shook my head a little.

"Thanks, but I gotta see my friends now for a little! See you later?" I said, getting up from the barstool, grabbing my drink.

"I’m not going anywhere." he laughed and I nodded, walking to Charles, although every step was a new challenge. Maybe I should have left it with one shot.

"Hi, Charlie bear." I plopped down next to Charles and he looked at me.

"You had fun?" something in his voice was off, but I couldn’t quiet place it.

"Yeah… I mean, it was a little too much alcohol for my liking." I shrugged my shoulders.

"Who‘s that guy? You were talking to?" Charles asked and I followed his look.

"Oh, he’s a new mechanic, Paul." I said, taking another sip from my glass.

"He’s new? For that you two get along really well already?" he said and I scrunched my eyebrow together.

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"Nothing? Just that you guys get along pretty well…" Charles said.

"Well yeah, he’s a nice guy." I answered and he scoffed a little.

"I’m sure he is." Charles let out and before I could say something Shima already pulled me onto the dance floor.

"You’re here to celebrate, not just drink and talk!" she said and twirled me around, Joris next to her nodding.

"I had maybe already a little too much to drink for this…" I said as she spun me around.

"Not enough!" Pierre appeared next to me with 4 shots, Joris and Shima each taking one "Come on! Down it!"

"Pierre!" I whined a little but still did it.

"There you go! The night has just begun!" he laughed and I knew I was in for a ride.

After another shot and some excessive dancing I had to stop.

"Seriously I need to… no I can’t… I’m done." I giggled as Pierre shrugged his shoulders and downed the shot I was supposed to drink and stumbled back to the booth, where Charles was talking with Lorenzo and Marcus.

"Someone’s drunk…" Marcus stated and I nodded.

"Very much." I mumbled leaning back.

"Here." Charles untwisted the cap of a water bottle and gave it to me. I almost drank the whole bottle in one go and closed my eyes "We should leave. You’ve had enough." he said and I sighed.

"You’re probably right…" I whispered and Charles got up.

"I’ll call us a cab." he said and left.

"You guys stay?" I asked my brother and he nodded.

"It’s not that often that I can go out these days, having a kid, you know. Although I much rather would like to go out without seeing my little sisters getting totally shot faced or making out with an Aussie." he said and Lorenzo laughed.

"Sissy and Danny Ric? Where?" I looked around, not seeing them.

"They left to a dark corner, doing god know’s what…" Lorenzo said and I laughed.

"Lizzie? The cab is coming any minute." Charles said and I looked up.

"Okay." I got up, leaning over to hug Marcus and Lorenzo "See you tomorrow… or rather see you later."

"Good night, Lizzie!" they said and nodded to Charles "Take care of her."

"Don’t worry, I will." he said and gently laid his arm around my waist "Come on. We don’t have to say goodbye to everyone separately, just wave."

"But that’s rude?" I said and he groaned "Look! They’re all together!" I spotted our friends and walked over, almost tripping.

I hugged Arthur, Pierre, Daniel, Shima and Joris goodbye and waved to George and Alex.

"Alright, let’s go." Charles said as we walked into Max "Bye Max."

"See you guys, have a good night!" he smiled at me when I hugged him.

"Bye Maxie!" I almost shouted and he laughed.

"Bye Lizzie." he chuckled and left.

Right as we reached the door Paul tapped my shoulder.

"You’re leaving already? Come on! This is your night!" he said and I felt Charles grip on my waist tightening.

"She had enough. She’s not used to drink that much." Charles explained and I nodded along.

"He’s right. I’m really done." I laughed but Paul just waved it off.

"Oh come on! You promised me to have another drink with me!" he said and I cocked an eyebrow.

"I did? Well I’m sorry! But Charlie is right, we’re leaving! Bye, bye Paul." I said and Charles pulled me away, outside "Why didn’t you say goodbye to him?"

"To who?" Charles asked, waving at the cab.

"Paul!" I answered.

"I don’t know that guy, and he was annoying, he should’ve seen that you had enough!" he said, opening the car door for me "Now get in there, cara mia." he gently pushed me inside before he followed me, closing the door.

"You don’t like him?" I pried.

"I don’t know him." Charles stated and I scrunched up my nose.

"Well you could’ve said hi to him, then you would’ve known him." I retorted and he scoffed "What?"

"Nothing." he said, looking out of the window, his hand on my thigh.

As soon as we were at our hotel and got back to our room Charles helped me out of my clothes, and I pulled Charles hoodie over my head, before disappearing into the bathroom. I cleaned my face, brushed my teeth and then looked into the mirror, gasping loudly.

"Cara mia? Are you okay?" Charles asked worriedly.

"Yeah, I just realised how done I looked…" I quickly lied, putting some concealer on my jaw, blending it in with some powder. I walked out of the bathroom and Charles looked at me.

"You’re okay?" he asked again and I nodded "Okay." he walked past me and closed the bathroom door behind me. I climbed into the bed, emptied the glass of water on the night stand and cuddled into the pillows. I was half asleep when Charles climbed in next to me, switching the light off.

"Are you mad at me?" I whispered into the darkness of the room.

"Why do you ask that?" he answered.

"I don’t know… you didn’t seem to enjoy the night." I said quietly. I heard the sheets rustling and Charles pulled me into his side, carding his hand gently through my hair.

"I’m not mad. No." he muttered.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"I am sure. I didn’t like that I couldn’t even have one moment with you alone, but it’s okay, it was your night." he kissed the top of my head "Sleep now."

"I’m sorry… that we’re a secret…" I whispered before I drifted off into a deep sleep.

"Have you seen my phone?" I mumbled looking around the room.

"I plugged it in, it’s on the sideboard." Charles answered as he walked out of the bathroom, hair still wet from the shower.

"Oh? Thanks." I kissed his cheek before I walked into the bathroom, sitting down at the vanity and starting to blow dry my hair. The dull sound of the hair dryer worsening my headache. When my hair was dry enough, I braided my hair loosely into one braid and then applied a little make up on my face, covering up the bruises, when I was satisfied I pulled over the thin, long sleeved sweatshirt and walked back out. I searched around the room for my jeans and when I finally found them I put them on.

"Are you done with your suitcase?" Charles asked and I looked around.

"Yup. I have everything." I said and he closed it, zipping it up and locking it. I threw my wallet, phone, charger, headphones and book into my bag, squishing in a hoodie and looked at Charles "I’m ready!"

"Alright. There will be a car, taking all of the luggage to the airport already, the rest of us will have a nice brunch together before we leave as well for the airport." Charles said, tapping away on his phone "Ready?"

"Ready! Let’s go!" I smiled at him and we left our hotel room.

Downstairs everyone was waiting for me and Charles took my suitcase and brought it alongside his to the van that was waiting outside.

"You look… umm- how drunk were you exactly?" I asked Shima, who was sitting in an armchair, head in her hands.

"Can you talk a little less loud? Thank you!" Joris next to her groaned.

"Okay? So let’s see, apart from Charles, Arthur, Lorenzo and me, you all look half dead…" I stated and laughed.

"Not all of us have a boyfriend who drags us away before we can make stupid decisions!" Daniel shrugged and Charles walked back in.

"Where is Sissy?" he asked and I looked up.

"We meet her at the restaurant." Marcus said, as he came out of the elevator "Morning Buddy." he said as Benji ran off to him, crouching down and hugging him.

"She’s not here?" I whispered, suppressing a lough.

"Where is Mummy?" Liam asked looking up from where he was sitting on Pascales lap.

"She went shopping!"

"She went for a run!"

"She was up already and left earlier!"

I looked at Marcus, Lorenzo and Arthur and burst out laughing.

"You might want to discuss your stories again…" Dad said and Liam looked confused.

"She’s alright, Buddy, don’t worry!" Charles said and scooped him up "Come on now, I’m freaking hungry!" Charles said and Liam laughed.

"Me too! I could eat a whole bear!" he said and Charles chuckled.

"Make it 2! That’s how much I could eat!" he answered and together we all walked out, splitting up and got into the vans waiting for us. I sat down next to Liam and Charles, who still discussed what they want to eat and turned around, looking at Shima, Joris and Arthur.

"Is she with Danny?" I mouthed, Shima and Joris shrugged their shoulders but Arthur nodded.

"They left shortly after you… different hotel though…" he whispered and I laughed, he leaned in closer and I leaned back as much as possible "And these two next to me? They were pretty handsy…" my eyes widened and I shot them a glance. Joris leaned against the window, Shima leaned against him.

"You don’t say…" I chuckled.

"Oh yes!" Arthur laughed and leaned back in his seat.

"Interesting night." I mumbled turning back around. I looked outside the window and soon we stopped in front of a restaurant with a large terrace, Sissy already sitting there, waiting for us "Look Bubba, there’s your mum!" he looked up from his conversation with Charles and smiled.

When we all got out, Liam rushed to his mother and hugged her, we all sat down around the tables that were pushed together to create a huge one, big enough to fit all of us. As soon as we got up two waiters came along, taking our drinking orders whereas a whole bunch of other waiters carried our dish after dish, placing it alongside the table. When the table was covered in all sorts of food and we all had our drinks Charles got up.

"Alright guys, I make it short. Lizzie, I always wanted to see you win, to see you smash every single dream you ever had. I wanted to see you overcome every single barriers you face being the only girl in this sport. And yesterday I finally was able to see you doing just all of that! We all witnessed just how great you are! You had a rough couple of days, but you turned it all around! We all are so proud of you! And would Hans be here with us today, he would be the proudest of all of us! Let’s raise our glasses, but not just to Lizzie, also to Hans!" Charles said and we all raised our glasses.

"To Lizzie! To Hans!" we all said and I felt a few tears slipping down my cheeks.

"Thank you guys! Really!" I said, my voice hoarse and as Charles sat down next to me I pulled him close and kissed him, melting into his touch "Thank you. For everything! I love you, mon cœur! I don’t know what I would do without you!" I whispered into his ear and Charles held me tight, kissing the side of my head.

"You know I’m your biggest fan? Number one supporter? I’ll be by your side. Every step of the way. Always and forever. You and me…" Charles began and I smiled, ending his sentence.

"…against the world."

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Everything Salva Diaz said about Lizzie are actual things that have been said to female racing drivers! I watched a documentary about it weeks ago and was honestly shocked what these girls/women have to go through! That is way beyond sexist!

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Little Note:

Chapter 20.2 - one of my absolute favourite chapters! A lot is happening! A lot sad and bad things! But Lizzie is a Formula 1 Grand Prix winner! And after everything she’s been through, I think it’s well deserved, right? What are your thoughts?

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