#and from my room it sounds like a muffled bathroom fan

[sunflowerrboyy]

finally figured out why ive been having panic attacks every night for the past week 👍

hopefully i sleep better tonight knowing the reason why i couldn't before

[subbmissivesuccubus]

Bully - Part 2

Summary : Your new life as Geto and Gojo's personal fuck toy has begun. You thought you'd get a moment of peace when you and all your classmates went out for drinks...but why would you assume something so silly?

a/n : Aight you degenerates (with love) here's part 2. Hope you like it. I made it extra long and extra filthy for you, you better appreciate it.

Disclaimer : Contains Bully Gojo and Geto X Fem reader. Free use dynamic. Humiliation. Like a lot of humiliation. Public indecency. Exhibitionism. Pantsing. Dub con warning.

Taglist : @xstormstriderx @lovely-lady-tits @brianmaysclog @obanais-biggest-fan @sp1dermanluvr @spongesquid04 @krishnaabhistha @ihateuguys @misscaller06 @ksvvvn @collectionofdolls @otakuweebs-world @winterlovessanemi

Geto sighed as he walked out of the bathroom, steam following him from the hot shower he just enjoyed. A towel wrapped around his waist and his wet hair dripping over his shoulders, he took a second to look at himself in the mirror, noting that his physique had grown a bit more sculpted thanks to all of their work.

"You better hurry it up." he said, addressing the other people in his room as he opened his closet and grabbed his clothes, "We need to leave in like, ten minutes."

"Fu- ah- ah- mmhm- ah!"

"Yeah, yeah." Gojo grunted, gritting his teeth, "I'm almost done."

Geto chuckled as he started getting dressed, the sound of your moans and pleas almost like background noise. Gojo had you on your hands and knees on Geto's bed, the white haired man pounding into you from behind mercilessly. Both of you were still dressed in your uniforms, your pants and underwear simply pulled down while Gojo just fished his dick out.

"Thought you would keep it in your pants long enough to not delay us from leaving, Satoru." Geto said as he pulled up his trousers.

"Huh?" Gojo responded, hips still thrusting into you, too focused on his pleasure, "You say something?"

Geto rolled his eyes and walked over to the bed before grabbing you by the back of the head and pushing you down harshly. You yelped as your face collided with the mattress, your moans now muffled by the fabric. Geto's grip on your was rock solid, rendering you unable to move an inch.

The man clicked his tongue at you in annoyance, "So fucking loud...anyway," he turned back to Gojo, "I said, I thought you'd be able to not fuck her when we need to leave soon."

"I- shit - I wasn't planning on fucking her." Gojo said, raising his hand before giving your ass a sharp slap, making you squeal into the mattress, "But I was just casually groping her tits and fuck- got horny~"

Geto sighed, letting go of your head and finally letting you breathe, smirking as he heard you gasp and take in deep breaths. "Well, if the others get mad at us for being late, i'm blaming you."

"Blame this bitch." Gojo said, giving you another spank, "Not my fault she's so fuckable. Isn't that right? Hmm?" another slap to the ass and you knew your skin was turning a flaming hot red, "Why don't you apologize to us, hmm?"

"I-I-I'm s-sorry~" you babbled, head in the clouds as you took your pounding, Gojo's balls slapping against your clit every-time he thrust in, "i'm sor-ry for being s-so fuckable- ah!"

Gojo barked out a laugh, his grip on your hips bruising as he chased his pleasure, loving how pathetic you were for him. Once he cums inside you, he was going to take a picture to add to his collection under the folder : Sex toy~, just as he always did.

~~~~~

After that night in the classroom, after Gojo and Geto took turns fucking you and making you cum over and over again on their tongues, fingers and cocks- you were now their personal toy. To bully. To play with. To fuck whenever they wanted.

They left you in that room on the floor, pussy dripping with cum, your chest covered in white and your jaw aching from all the sucking. But before they left, they made sure to take plenty of pictures before Geto told you:

"You're our personal fuck toy from now on, understand? We wouldn't want these pictures to float around now, do we?"

A silent threat but everyone involved knew you didn't need to be threatened. And ever since then, this was the life you've accepted.

Wake up naked between the two men, still exhausted after a long night of sex. Gojo's mouth would be on your nipple or Geto's hand would be between your legs, having slept in that position. They'd grope you some more as you wiggle out of bed, your movements waking them up as well. After taking a shower and getting dressed, you'd head to class where you had to deal with their bullying as usual. In front of the others, they were the same nuisances but behind their backs, they'd grope your ass, squeeze your tits, swipe through your nudes on their phone in front of you-

Geto one time cornered you in the hallway, making sure no one was around before he gripped your top and lifted it up, exposing your bra covered chest. You whined and stayed still as he harshly pulled the cups of your bra down enough for your nipples to pop out, the man immediately bending down and sealing his lips over them. You slapped a hand over your mouth, body trembling as his sinful tongue suckled on your nipple like he was trying to milk you, knowing full well how sore your nipples would be later.

Gojo was starting to form a habit of taking a shower with you everyday. He'd break into the bathroom while you showered, regardless of when you were taking it. He always had a sixth sense and knew when you were cleaning yourself. You learned you lesson when you tired to take a shower at 2 in the morning, only for Gojo to break into your room and barge in anyway. He didn't appreciate you trying to shower without him at some ungodly time which was how you ended up with an ass spanked hot red, preventing you from sitting down without wincing in pain for two days straight.

In public, they harassed you discreetly, the others not noticing anything off about your dynamic, but little did they know that right before everyone sat down and waited for class to start, the two of them fucked your face in the hallway. You excused your red face and told everyone it was due to a cold- and not because the two men slapped your face with their heavy dicks before.

And all of that happened within the span of a few days and you had no doubt it would just get more and more intense. You couldn't help but shiver as your mind was brought back to the present, walking along a wide yet abandoned street with your group of friends.

Everyone decided to go out drinking, a celebration marking the end of a long week of exorcising curses. Utahime invited you along with, Nanami, Shoko, MeiMei, Haibara and of course, Gojo and Geto. After Gojo came on your ass, you quickly cleaned up and got back in your uniform to join the group just as they were about to leave. Utahime snapped at Gojo and Geto, accusing them of being bad influences and making you arrive late as well. They simply joked and waved it off, the group thankfully not noticing your blushing face.

Everyone naturally divided into smaller pairs as you walked on the road, Utahime claiming this was a shortcut. You, Geto and Gojo trailed behind the rest of them, a few steps slower but still able to involve yourself in conversation and respond when you need to. You laughed as MeiMei told everyone another story about how she managed to extort money off of some random guy, a momentary peace among the chaos you'd come to expect.

There's no way they'd try anything when you were right behind the group, right?

Right?

You were too focused on listening to their conversation and having deluded yourself with the false confidence, that you failed to see Geto and Gojo slow down their pace so they were a step behind you- and you failed to notice Geto pull his phone out and start recording- two actions that would normally have you on guard.

You were only reminded of them again when you felt a pair of hands on your waist, Gojo's long fingers digging into the fabric of your pants but before you could say anything or even move your head to look at him-

He tightly fisted your pants and pulled them down in one fell swoop.

You slapped a hand over your mouth to prevent yourself from screaming as your other hand went between your legs despite that doing nothing to help your situation. You were in public- right behind your group of friends with your pants on the ground- bare legs and panties exposed to the world.

Blood rushed to your face so fast it almost made you dizzy, quickly bending down to pull your pants up before anybody saw you. Your only focus was to cover yourself back up so you just had to ignore the fact that when you bent down, you were practically showing off your panty covered pussy and ass to your two bullies.

As you grabbed your pants, you could feel Gojo hook a finger into the crotch of your panty before pulling it aside, exposing your bare pussy to the cold evening air. With a wink to the camera, he leaned forward and took a greedy lick of your cunt, tongue dragging from your clit upto your hole. He would have kept eating you out were it not for you pulling you pants back up and straightening your body. And it was just in time too as Utahime looked behind her shoulder, wondering why the footsteps behind her stopped.

Luckily for you, your pants were pulled up and all she saw was Gojo and Geto laughing at you.

"Hey! Are you two bullying her again?" Utahime snapped, taking note of your red face which she chalked up to frustration, "You're so annoying! Leave her alone!"

"Just friendly banter, Utahime." Gojo said, still in his crouched position on the ground, "Isn't that right?" he asked, directly addressing you. You gulped as you looked into Gojo's piercing blue eyes, eyes that always took your breath away. You could tell Utahime about what actually happened and you knew, even if it was Gojo, the others would rush to your side to help-

"I-It's fine, Senpai." you said, trying to keep your voice stable, ignoring Geto's snort of laughter behind you, "they're just teasing."

"Well, if you say so." Utahime said, pouting, "But you tell me if they're annoying you too much!"

"Oh, and what are you gonna do about it, Utahime?" Gojo teased, hopping back on his feet to skip towards the group, "You're a weakling, afterall~"

"Hey! Watch your manners!"

You stiffened as Geto walked up behind you, the man throwing an arm around your shoulder before the two of you started walking, a few steps behind the group. His fingers kept brushing against the curve of your chest, not enough to feel good but enough for your nipples to harden, Geto even running his fingers in circles gently over the hardened bud.

"Fucking slut~" he growled into your ear, "You'll just let us do anything to you, won't you? Oh, dinner's gonna be fun~"

"Y-You're seriously not gonna- not while everyone's around!" you whispered to him, whimpering as he suddenly gripped you tit tightly, giving it a greedy grope before letting go.

"And why do you think that? You're pretty fucking stupid, aren't you?"

Before you could say anything, Geto pushed you towards the group, both of you seamlessly joining the others as you walked. You couldn't focus on the conversation anymore, your mind only filled with countless possibilities of what Geto and Gojo were going to do to you. You gulped, hoping that the others won't see the nervous look on your face and hoping that the two men won't notice the way you were pressing your thighs together as you walk.

But of course they noticed.

~~~~~

Ok. Ok! This was ok!

A semi-crowded restaurant with bright lights. Sure, the table that was given to the group was against a wall and the three of you were sitting on the couch against said wall- and yes, the table had a long tablecloth that covered your bottom halves- but even so, they surely wouldn't do anything-

Right?

"Here you go." Nanami said, handing you a copy of the menu. You thanked the man, getting up from your seat so you could reach it, the man sitting diagonal to you. Gojo and Geto were sitting on either side of you, pressing against your sides. Fortunately - or unfortunately- nobody else wanted to share seats with the two bullies so the others adjusted themselves accordingly, leaving you at their mercy.

But since it was public and everyone was around, they'd behave themselves-

Just as you were starting to sit down, you felt the two of them grab fistfuls of your pants before they started dragging it down and within a fraction of a second, your bare ass was against the cushion and your pants were pooled down on the floor.

Oh fuck.

Blood rushed to your face, your cheeks and ears turning a bright red as you took in your predicament, so taken aback by the situation that you barely processed Gojo copping a feel of your butt. Your body trembled as you gripped onto the menu tighter, a hundred things rushing through your mind. You were pansted by these two assholes in a restaurant and the only reason no one realized was because of the table cloth covering you.

"Hey, everything ok?" Shoko asked, noticing your red face and wide eyes, "You look like you've seen a ghost. There are no curses around, right?"

"Oh- no - I- um-" you sputtered, brain lagging as you couldn't think of anything to say. But thankfully, Geto swooped in, taking the menu from your hand and starting to flip the pages.

"I think she's nervous cause we're getting alcohol." he teased as he looked through the drinks, "Poor baby doesn't wanna have a big girl drink? Maybe we can get you some milk in a sippy cup?"

"Sh-shut up!" you squeaked, his teasing now excusing your red face as you snatched the menu back from him, "I've had alcohol before! I'm an adult!"

"Oh, really?" Gojo asked, leaning into you obnoxiously, placing an elbow on your head as he applied his weight on you, "Then has this big strong adult had sex before?"

"Gojo!" Utahime barked before you could say anything, "Stop being nasty- hey, you can come sit by me if you'd like." the woman offered to you. But how could take her up on the offer? There's no way you could move- not when your pants were still on the ground. Besides, even if you did move- there's no telling what the two of them would do to compensate.

"I-It's okay." you said, trying you best to sound nonchalant, "I've gotten pretty comfortable here."

"Yeah, stop butting in!" Gojo said with a pout, "You think we're bullying her but it's all fun and games! You just don't get how we joke, Utahime."

"Again- have some manners!"

As the group got louder, arguments between Gojo and your senpai mixed with the others figuring out what to order, your mind raced, trying to figure out how to get your pants back on (a predicament you'd never imagine being in). Maybe you could drop a utensil, get under the table and use that as leverage to pull your pants back up...

But almost like he could read your mind, you saw your phone (which you had thankfully taken out of your pockets and placed on the table before your pants were pulled down) brighten up with the signs that you got a message. Geto bumped you lightly with his elbow, a silent order that you needed to read that message. With a gulp, you picked up the phone, eyes widening slightly as you read a text from the raved haired man:

If you try to put your pants back on, we're taking off your panties too.

Fuck.

"So, is everyone ready to order?" Nanami asked, offering to keep track of what everyone wanted so they could give it to the waiter. You managed to squeak out your decision, hoping that the alcohol will excuse any redness that would definitely be on your cheeks. You jumped as you felt Geto start to grope your butt as well, the man running his warm palm in circles over a cheek before his fingers started tugging at the fabric of your panties.

The environment faded into the background and your body was on autopilot mode. You were reacting appropriately to things that you weren't even processing, shoveling the food into your mouth without sensing any of the flavor, downing the alcohol without registering the burn of the liquid. All you could think about was how you were in your panties with the two men groping you to their hearts content.

At one point, Geto grabbed your panties harshly and started pulling up, making you squeal as gave you a wedgie, your underwear pulled tight against your cunt, the cloth now lodged between your ass-cheeks, making you look even lewder. Gojo let out a low whistle, pulling his phone out before discretely taking a picture, Geto holding up a peace sign next to your butt.

After pocketing his phone and pretending to be invested in other conversation, you shivered as Gojo slid his hand to your thigh, caressing your soft skin for a second before sliding it between your legs. You pressed your thighs together, trying to deter his movements but Geto simply grabbed a knee and pulled harshly, giving you no choice but to spread them. You prayed to any deity out there that nobody would drop anything that makes them go under the table as they could easily see what was happening and you'd never live it down.

MeiMei was saying something to you as Gojo's fingers found their way to your pussy, giving your mound a gentle pat pat pat before he started running his fingers up and down your slit. Your pussy was drenched, the humiliation and risk of the situation making your body run hot, Gojo's satisfying snickers telling you that he could feel your wetness even through your panties.

Geto eventually got his hand between your legs as well, softly laughing as his fingers touched Gojo's hand before he fingered the fabric of your panties and simply pulled them aside to expose your pussy. Your bare pussy. Out in the open. Just a tablecloth away from everyone seeing.

Even picturing it put you on edge- the hypothetical faces of disgust directed at you from friends and strangers alike. They'd call you a whore- a slut- a dirty woman who's being touched in public-

"Fuck- you're so fucking wet~" Geto purred into your ear as his fingers found their way to your opening, drawing circles over it, "Nasty bitch~"

"Are you surprised?" Gojo asked, not as careful as the others were tipsy enough they weren't paying attention to their conversation, "Getting off on being humiliated like this- what a pathetic little rat!"

"Spread those legs wider, bitch. Yeah, that's it~ Good little slut~"

You couldn't help yourself as you obeyed Geto's command, spreading your legs wider and giving them more room to touch. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as Geto slid two fingers inside you, starting off strong thanks to how wet you were. He started thrusting them in and out, in and out, in...and...out...curling them deliciously inside you. Gojo's fingers were rubbing circles over your clit, the perfect balance of gentle as rough as he toyed with your sensitive bud.

You were grateful that the sound of people talking and music was drowning out the nasty noise of your pussy getting fingered, Geto hitting your g-spot with practiced ease, your juices starting to stain the cushion of the couch and you could only imagine what the worker would think about said stain when you all left, the very thought making your ears a bright red. You sipped at your drink, trying your best to bite down your moans, your body trembling under their touch. Gojo was scratching at your clit with his nail, the pleasurable pain making you jump with every flick. Your legs were shaking and your toes were curling, your grip on your glass tightening and you were worried you might even crack it.

"woah, hey." Haibara said, eyes wide as he looked at you, "Maybe you should stop drinking? You look pretty drunk."

You couldn't even imagine what you looked like but no doubt your face was as red as a tomato, your panting fogging up the glass against your lips. But instead of stopping, the two of them suddenly picked up the pace, making you lurch forward and slam your head against the table. You didn't know how else to cover up your expressions, ecstasy plastered on your face as they finger fucked you.

"Oh my-" Nanami said, eyes wide, "Did she pass out?"

"Hmm? Did she?" Geto asked, leaning over to you like he wasn't knuckles deep inside you cunt, "You awake, dumb little bitch?"

"Hah! Some adult she is." Gojo teased, poking you on the back of your head, his fingers almost a blur as he rubbed at your clit in a fast pace, your juices flying everywhere, "Can't even handle her alcohol."

"Hmm, maybe we should take her home." Shoko said, "wouldn't want her to get hurt."

"Ah, but the night's barely begun!" Utahime complained, already drunk.

"We can take her home." Gojo suggested, surprising everyone with his thoughtfulness, "I'm kinda tired anyway. C'mon Suguru, let's pick her up-"

You immediately sat back up and straightened yourself, eyes wide and heart pounding in your chest. His silent threat to make sure you got back up was noted, Gojo definitely more than capable of picking you up and showing everyone your bare bottoms, panty pulled to the side.

"S-Sorry." you said, your voice noticeably slurred, "I just needed a second- i'm good."

"You sure?" MeiMei asked.

"Y-Yeaaah!" you babbled, body thrumming as the boys picked up the pace again, "S-Super good- let's k-keep drinking!"

Deciding to not argue, everyone cheered, still eager to drink the night away. You leaned back against the couch cushion, your body slightly slouching as you hoped the others couldn't see the way your body was twitching from how vigorously Geto was fucking your cunt.

And Oh. Oh.

Oh, you were going to cum.

You whimpered, tears pooling in your eyes at the inconceivable pleasure. In the span of a few days, these two assholes managed to figure out just which buttons to press- just how to curl their fingers and just how you like to have your clit rubbed. But were you really gonna do it? Were you really gonna cum here and now? In public? In front of everybody? How were you even going to hide it?

Gojo leaned back as well, his shoulder pressed against yours while still having easy access to your clit. "If you want to pull your pants back up," he said, loud enough for you to hear, "You have to cum."

"B-B-But-"

"B-B-but~" Gojo mocked with a laugh, raising his pitch to match your voice, "Pathetic. Just do as I say or i'll slam you on this table, rip these panties off and spread your pussy wide open for everyone to see."

"Th-they'll notice if I c-cum now-" you gasped out, toes curling and the familiar knot in your abdomen making itself known, just seconds away from snapping.

"Sounds like a you problem." Gojo said, "So, what's it gonna be?"

"I-I don't have a choice!"

"Finally, that tiny brain of yours figured it out. Now cum, you dirty bitch~"

With the final order, your body moving ahead of you, you came. But what took you by total surprise, was Geto surging forward and kissing you. You yelped into the kiss, his tongue getting shoved down your throat as you climaxed, his fingers still thrusting in and out of you. Gojo hooted at the sight, rubbing at your clit mercilessly, his phone out to film as he watched you cum, your only saving graze being Suguru. The others gasped, eyes wide and jaws open as they watched the raven haired man make out with you, never expecting that to happen.

Pleasure hit you like a truck, your orgasm so intense you felt like you were close to blacking out. You panted and moaned like a bitch in heat, all of your noises being swallowed by Geto's tongue in your mouth, the man's piercing eyes open to see every expression. And what a treat it was. You looked pathetic and broken, your body trembling and your pussy gushing around him, some of no doubt staining the floor at this point. Your eyes were rolled to the back of your head and your fingers gripped him tightly, you were a sight to marvel at.

"Hey, where's my kiss?"

You felt a hand in your hair just as the orgasm was about to wash over you, your scalp being tugged at as you were forced to break up the kiss with Geto only for Gojo to take his place. Your eyes widened and everyone gasped again as Gojo kissed you, the lip lock with him filthy- all tongue and no love. Just how he liked it.

Oh, they weren't done with you. Not by a long shot. You still had a long night ahead.

~~~~~

Part 3 will be out soon(ish)! This was getting way too long lmao so look forward to some filthy sex in the next part!

[chrisdr3]

Anger, gone ~ MV1

Angst then smut

Summary: Max finds a better way to to calm his anger than the previous one, and it's focused on Y/n.

Angry!Max x Reader

Max was known for his dominance in F1, and his non-stop wins were angering many fans of the sport. He was called "Mad Max" because of his viciousness on the track, like the lion on top of his helmet. But, there was another thing that was making him vicious and unstoppable: his anger.

He was calm and collected in his everyday life, but when he was getting in his car, he let his anger lead his actions sometimes. In his earlier years in F1 it was worse. However, now, having 3 WDC's in his back for 3 consecutive years, he has matured enough to not get angry easily, but when he did, he was furious, feared sometimes, and no one could calm him down.

Except from you. It was like you were magic. You took his anger away even if you did the least thing possible. Your favourite way of calming him down was to step on the shower with him and then go to bed cuddling, seeking eachothers warmth under the covers.

There were some incredibly rare cases that it didn't work. Sometimes he was ignoring you, sitting alone outside with a bottle of whiskey, not giving a fuck if it was raining or cold. He was spending these nights like this and was joining you early in the morning in bed, smelling like alcohol.

The Australian GP was one of these rare times. Having to retire in lap 5 due to his brakes catching fire, it made him furious with everyone in the team. Christian and GP tried to calm him down but failed, persuading him to stay and watch the rest of the race . You didn't talk to him throughout the rest of the race, afraid he'll snap at you.

Meanwhile, Max was angry at the team for the brakes failing him, angry he couldn't continue in the race, and a bit disappointed with himself, seeing you sit away from him, clearly sad and afraid of his outbursts. When the race ended, he took the stuff of you both from his driver's room, grabbed your hand and left, taking you with him.

The car ride to the hotel was quick, the tension being nearly touchable in the air. Nax had his hand in the inside of your thigh, gripping it tightly whilst speeding to your hotel. Neither of you spoke, his anger getting the best of him, and you, watching out the window, too stunned to speak.

You got in the hotel and you sat in the bed, opening your phone and scrolling through Instagram, supposing he would shower, grab a bottle of whiskey and go outside. That's what you thought, tho, seeing him go to the bathroom, not saying a word.

You were really distracted by your phone and didn't notice him getting out, untill a hand took your phone and left it to the coffee table and pushed you back in the bed, pulling your shorts down. He held your hands above your head and took off your crop top. "You're gonna be a good girl and let me get my anger away, understood?" He growled in your ear. "Y-yes..." You stuttered as he unhooked and took of your bra with one hand. (Credit to @ashmakopoulou for the bra thingy)

He let the towel in his waist fall down as he squeezed and kissed your nipples, leaving dark hickeys and bite marks on them. You let out a breathy moan and he bit your nipple. "Shut your pretty mouth, babygirl." You didn't make any more sounds and let him continue. He continued kissing your body, whilst holding your hands still above your head. He kissed your torso, stomach and waist and then he took off yor panties, practically ripping them in half.

You squirmed as the cold air hit your throbbing cunt and tried to hold back a moan when Max pressed one finger on your clit. "I'm gonna ruin this little pussy tonight." He growled. The next moment his finger entered your hole and he started moving it fast and hard. You tried muffling your moans, but the pressure on your clit and his fingers thrusting in you combined made you come on his hand with a loud groan.

He licked his fingers clean with a groan and continued teasing you, this time using the tip of his dick. It was rock hard and standing straight, veins being visible on it's sides. He was running it up and down your slit, collecting your wetness. A loud moan escaped your lips as he pushed in hard without any warnings. He then tied your wrists to the headboard with a belt, using his free hand to grab your waist. He thrusted in really hard, making you hiss at the painful feeling.

He stayed still for a bit, biting your stomach gently and then, after he was sure you were okay, he continued thrusting fast and hard, hitting your g-spot mercilessly, his pace bruising. You were rapidly becoming a sweaty, moaning mess when his fingers reached your clit and started toying with it.

His hard thrusts and his fingers on your clit combined made you come undone again. He didn't pull back or take his dick out, thrusting harder instead, making you reach your third climax for the night.

He then pulled out and came on your stomach, then laid down between your legs, making it seem like he's done. You were laying down in a post-orgasmic state, your body relaxing from the tiredness and tension, your breathing and heartbeat calming down.

You had completely calmed down when you felt Max's tongue in your pussy, licking you up and down. You raised your head as much as you could and saw Max's face buried in-between your lehs, licking you.

"Such a sweet pussy, babygirl." Max growled, groaning at your sweetness. Then he lowered his head and continued to eat you out. You were becoming needier and needier as he teased you with his tongue, and you tried pulling your hands out of the belt, hoping you could free them from the headboard. You wanted to push Max's head in your pussy with your hands, but when he noticed he made the belt tighter.

He then started eating your pussy and sucking on your clit like he was a starved man eating food after weeks, overwhelming you with pleasure and slowly building up another orgasm. You squirmed when you felt his fingers get inside you, rubbing your g-spot.

Your breath became faster and heavier. You started to moan and groan uncontrollably, so Max muffled you with his free hand, still fingering you brutally. Soon, the familiar knot formed on your stomach and you came undone, filling his face and hand with your juices.

Max then licked his fingers, got to the bathroom to clean himself and came back with a warm cloth. He released your hands and kissed your bruised wrists. "You were so good for me princess, thank you." He whispered, cleaning you up entirely and then hugging your exhausted body. You both fell asleep naked, cuddling, his anger completely gone.

Taglist: @norizz-nation @changetyre @dilemmaontwolegs @thef1diary

[hopeluna]

heyy<3 Can you do a Katsuki x female reader comfort where the reader is getting ready for a date with him but when she's doing her makeup it isn't going the way she way she wants it to, so she gets upset and Katsuki is like comforting her? It's alr if you don't want to!!

ProHero!Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader

CW: 651 words. mentions of insecurities based on looks, i aged him up as a pro hero to better fit the narrative i hope u like it <333

You sit there for what feels like years, staring at the reflection on the mirror. You decide it's absolutely pathetic. The tears that start to sting your waterline definitely don't help.

It's date night. A rare occurrence since Katsuki's missions spiked up these past few weeks, added with your work stress. Tonight was supposed to fun and relaxing.

You're feeling anything but that. Katsuki is going to be here in less than 5 minutes, as he has texted you, and here you are- still in a old t-shirt of his and worn out shorts- not ready.

It's just one of those days. The makeup on your face isn't sitting right. You've tried to do your eyeliner for the million-th time without smudging it, all the lipsticks look just wrong on you, the foundation feels more like acid on your skin the more you keep messing it up.

You know it's irrational to think about but Katsuki always looks so handsome even without trying, it's bound to be a shame to others when they see you - in all your messed up glory - alongside him.

The fan above you hums gently into the air. There are muffled conversations from the street outside, occasional shouts from kids playing and tackling each other on the ground. The light from the bathroom door you left open serves to give you a further headache. You're so focused on the throbbing ache, you don't hear the front door opening, the sound of keys.

Katsuki is rightfully startled when he walks in the room. He felt uneasy from the moment you didn't excitedly jump on him at the front door, and now the messy room and your sad face staring into the mirror. He can feel his own lips etching into a frown at the sight.

You don't seem startled from the outside when he walks up behind you, trying to make eye contact in the mirror. He squeezes your shoulder gently before speaking, "everything okay?"

You lower your head, nonchalantly gesturing to the messy table full of makeup products. Katsuki would've found your sad pout adorable if it weren't for the tears stuck to your lashes.

He lets out a low hum in understanding. Katsuki is well aware there are some days you don't particularly like how your outfits or looks turn out - he's aware of it, though he doesn't quite understand how you can't understand that he's left awestruck every time he glances at you.

His eyes flash towards you when you shuffle in your seat a little, "can we...stay in tonight?" - you look at him sheepishly, guilty for ruining the night. Katsuki only tsks at you.

"Don't be dumb thinking whatever you're thinking. Of course, we can stay in. My cooking's better than whatever restaurant we were going to go to, anyways."

30 minutes later, you feel much better with a clean face, which Katsuki insisted he help with. You had told him cheekily katsu curry when he asked what you wanted to eat. You only got a scoff in return. You tap your fingers on the cool kitchen island, softly humming at the mouth watering scent that had begun to waft through the room. The TV is muffled in the background, dimly lighting the living room with the light from the kitchen. The air is cool in a refreshing way. You think you could stay like this forever.

You frown at the sudden poke on your temple as Katsuki walks past you to the couch, hands carrying two steaming bowls.

You wordlessly follow him, snuggling into him on the couch after snatching your bowl. You choose to dig in and ignore the groan from beside you when you turn on your favourite reality tv show- the one that Katsuki claims to hate.

You think this might just be your favourite date ever.

© hopeluna. Do not copy, translate, modify or repost any of my work in this or any other site. Do not steal or modify my ideas/concepts either.

[tojipie]

I'm a huge fan of your work and I would love to see a dilf!toji fan fiction where you accidentally walk in on him changing and it goes a bit further while megumi's home🙏🙏🙏

part 1 here

shaking crying and throwing up as the kids say

warnings: dilf!toji x reader, nsfw, almost getting caught, age gap

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“think that’s it for tonight.” megumi mumbles, turning the newly painted mound of clay to the side to gauge your shared work.

it goes without saying that you and your closest friend had spent the weeks leading up to the deadline planning, but not actually doing your final sculpting project, leading to an equally desperate and passive aggressive all-nighter.

you both of you were absolutely caked in paint, but the satisfaction of finally being done was well worth it. you stand up for the first time in over 4 hours, hissing at they way your back protests.

your feet tingle as blood rushes down to your legs, the aches in your body becoming more apartment.

“god, what is it— like 11?” you ask, massaging your neck with the back of your hand.

megumi grabs his phone to look at the time, scratching off a smear of dried pain with a scoff.

“it’s 1 am.” he laughs, tucking the device into his pocket with a sigh. “you ubering home or do you want my dad to take you?”

you perk up at the second option, gathering yourself before you respond.

“i mean yeah i feel like that’d be a lot safer.” you say, only half lying. “is he still up?” you knew he was up, in fact you knew if you hadn’t been practically right outside his bedroom for the past 4 hours he’d be texting you right now.

your sculpting partner motions to the kitchen door with a nod of his head, wordlessly gathering his materials up. “go check, i’m going to bed.”

you laugh, gathering your things and padding out into the hall.

“nite gumi.” you tell him, hoping it wasn’t too late in the night for the both of you to get a decent nights sleep.

———

you secretly hope toji is waiting for you as you fix your makeup in the mirror, leaning down to meticulously washing the paint from your hands and arms in an attempt to look presentable.

megumi hadn’t noticed it was you in his father’s bed the last time you snuck over, taking toji’s sly suggestion to “drive his little friend home” as an ill intended joke.

he opted to drive himself to the concert instead, accepting the ridiculous $100 venue parking fee in exchange for his peace of mind.

you, on the other hand, had gotten the opportunity to wail your lungs out as loud as you needed once the house was empty, going round-for-round with the massive wall of muscle that was your best friend’s dad.

and now, here you were in his bathroom, washing up in the sink as quickly as you could before feeding yourself to the lion.

you slip into the dark hallway as quietly as you can manage, cringing at the stale creak of the bathroom door.

the house is barely lit with the dim light from the kitchen gone. you figure megumi had shut it off before going to bed, thinking you and toji had already left.

you feel your way down the corridor of rooms, silently opening the door to your destination before stopping cold in your tracks.

“you should knock ya’know.” a deep voice crones.

you yelp as you’re pulled into his bedroom, the sound muffled by a solid hand over your mouth.

“shhhhh.” toji chuckles, caging you against the door. the older man leans down to mouth at your neck, feeling you up as you catch your breath.

“you have a real volume problem, pretty girl.” he teases.

you laugh, cradling his head as it settles in the curve of your neck. his shirt is half off already, bunched around his shoulders. you must’ve caught him changing.

“what, were you waiting on me?”

“men have needs don’t they?” he says quietly, leaning in to kiss you.

thick hands settle around the curve of your waist just under your breasts and pull you backwards, leading you towards the bed.

“was—fuck—gonna text you.” toji whispers between kisses, palming your chest underneath your shirt. the older man pulls you into his lap from where he sits on the edge of the mattress, rucking your shirt above your head to mouth at the top of your breasts.

“yeah? why didn’t you?”

“knew you’d come find me.”

your cheeks burn at his admission. he was right, as embarrassing as it was you both knew how often you found yourself under him on nights like these.

and whether or not you’d begun hanging out at megumi’s just to see his dad was a question you didn’t want to address, and one that toji already knew the answer to.

you say nothing, opting to palm the man below you through his boxers while he finally undresses his top half. toned abs clench tight as you squeeze his cock through the fabric, guided only by the small sliver of moonlight bleeding from his curtains.

“harder.” he groans, bucking into your hand.

“miss me?”

“always miss you.” toji mumbles, motioning for you to stand so he can strip you of your bottoms.

you’re pulled on top of him as soon as your shorts hit the floor, leaning in to kiss him again. the older man licks into your mouth with fervor, toying with the waistline of your thin panties.

toji breaks the kiss, snapping the elastic against your hip. you flinch at the sharp sting, whimpering into his neck as he grips your ass

“you wear these for me?” he asks.

you nod, letting him slip them off. he gives them a once over, smiling as he reaches to throw them onto the night stand.

“keeping em.” he laughs, pulling himself free from the confines of his bottoms.

he’s throbbing, steadily leaking onto his own thigh with every passing second. you lean down to accept him into your mouth, pausing when he pulls you back up to him.

“just get on top of me.” he begs, grabbing hold of the backs of your thighs and reclining into the pillows.

“need it that bad?” you ask, genuinely curious. you watch as he grabs hold of his cock, lining it up with ease—practically muscle memory.

“wouldn’t need it this bad—oh fuck— if you hadn’t been busy the entire night.” he groans, complaint interrupted by the feeling of you sinking down onto him.

“could fuck me when the sun’s out, you wouldn’t have to wait all day that way.” you suggest, only half serious.

“the only thing stopping me from doing that is work, pretty girl.” toji mumbles. you gasp as he twitches inside you, sinking down all the way to watch what little composure he still has crumble.

your knees protest as you bounce on the older man’s cock, body still sore from the workload you’d dealt with earlier.

“you could’ve just—fuck— came out and said hi.” you add, noticing the way the scar on his lip contorts when he smiles.

“can’t really walk around with a hard-on.” he admits with a sleazy grin, taking one of your breasts into his mouths for good measure.

your shared moans grow louder with every thrust, the sound of skin-on-skin becoming unmistakable.

“fuck is that noise?” a sleepy voice yells from the hallway.

you freeze. pulling away from toji to gauge his reaction.

“fuck, get underneath.” he chuckles, practically pulling you off of his cock with how easily he manhandles you, making space for you to crawl into the sheets.

you’re struck with what feels like another heart attack as a knock at the door pierces the air.

“do you have another girl over?” megumi scoffs pacing behind the doorway.

“you sleepwalking or something?” toji lies, clearly not considering the consequences of getting caught.

you feel him pull the sheets over your head with a soft laugh. warm hands rubbing over your sides through the thin fabric, a sweet attempt at calming you down.

“i’m not stupid.” his son replies, kicking the foot of the door for good measure. “did you even drive my friend home?”

“she ubered, kid.” toji lies again, groping your breast over the thin sheet. you yelp at the sudden contact, earning a teasing “shhhh” from the man above you.

“fucking knew you brought someone over.” megumi sighs, trudging down the hallway with vague threats of “you’re paying for my dorm room next year.” and “can’t keep it down.”

you emerge from the covers, arms snaking around toji’s shoulders with a sigh of relief.

“what’d i tell you about that volume problem?” he laughs, lowering you onto his still hard cock with a breathy groan.

“fuck, did you get wetter or somethin?” he asks, clearly in disbelief.

“course not!” you mouth, stifling a whimper as he begins to thrust.

“i know honey.” he teases, biting the curve of your shoulder to stifle a groan. “i’m just fuckin’ with you.”

[jackpiastri]

helping hands – op81

oscar is sore from the race, and you'd do anything to help him feel better.

pairing: gender neutral reader x oscar piastri

genre: fluff

warnings: none

author's note: okay soooo today in an interview after the race, oscar was asked if the race was physical – and he answered "my neck's feeling it". and as you may know by now, i do very very much love his neck. so i thought to myself ".....i volunteer to give him a lil massage 🤭", and then this happened. shoutout to my love arms anon, this one's to us neck lovers (and all of you who we've managed to turn into fans of oscar's neck on our journey) <3

and again, this is not my actual blog. check out @httpiastri for more stuff :)

f1 masterlist

you’re standing in the hotel bathroom, wrapping yourself in a fluffy bathrobe after a long shower, when you hear his voice from the other room.

"can you come here for a second?"

the bedroom is dark when you step into it, the low light from the lamp on your bedside table being the only thing illuminating your lover. oscar is lying on his stomach on the bed, his face pushed deep into a pillow. his back rises and lowers with his breaths, the muscles of his upper body peeking out from the duvet covering his bottom half.

"what’s up?" you ask, sitting down next to him on the bed.

he shuffles a little and soon, his head is sideways on the pillows, eyes looking up at you. "my neck is killing me."

"i don’t think that position is making it better, love."

he lets out a groan, which is then followed by a moment of silence as you wait for him to say something. you let one of your hands drag along his shoulder blades, almost as if to help him speak, and his eyes close from the sensation. "could you help me out?"

your heart softens at the question. "of course." you move a little closer, your hand moving through his newly washed hair as if to tell him that you want him to look down again. once his head is in place, you move one of your legs over his body, settling right above his hips.

your hands slide along his back before reaching his neck. you dig your thumbs along the base of it, going all the way up to the back of his head before moving down again. it's soft at first, but your touches grow firmer as time passes, wanting to force his muscles to relax. you feel oscar easing up under your fingers and he hums, letting go of all stress and pressure of the weekend.

there's something so sweet, yet so sensual, about moments like this with him. the way the room is so still and quiet, except for the low sounds of pleasure leaving his mouth; the way his skin feels under your hands, soft and warm; the way your heart flutters when you remember that no one else gets him like this, only you.

there's something about it that makes you feel so connected to him – and he feels the exact same way about you.

your hands move down right below his neck, and then along to his shoulders, working on the little knots hiding under his well-defined muscles. he lets out a muffled sigh when you press on one specific spot and you smile to yourself.

this is far from the first time he’s asked you to give him some massage after a rough race; the amount of strain his body is put through during a race is obviously very high, so you are always happy to help him out. you would gladly massage him until your hands gave out, but he'd always stop you before they even started to get a little sore. just like now.

as your hands drape along the sides of his spine, he turns his head to the side again. his eyes are still shut, seemingly deep in pleasure even when your hands stop moving. "you are the best, you know?" he says, a slight smile taking over his lips. "thank you."

"you are the best," you counter. "otherwise i wouldn't be doing this."

you can feel the chuckle vibrating through his body before you hear it, and you can't help but grin back at him. he pushes himself up to rest on his elbows and he looks back at you before patting the space next to him on the bed. you climb off his frame, leaning down to lie in the same position as him.

his hand smooths over your cheek, pulling you forward to press your lips onto his. his fingers move down the side of your neck, under your robe, caressing your skin much like you'd done to him just moments before. it's another way for him to thank you.

he's so good to you, so sweet, so perfect – and you are so in love with him.

[chaossturns]

Hii!! can you do chris x f!reader where she posts on tiktok to the audio that goes “give bitch sum head or sum” and chris sees it and takes her up on it?? tag me if u do it pls!!

𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 �� 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐒𝐔𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐔𝐌 | 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎

⋆⑅˚₊ — synopsis: you filmed a tiktok to the sound “give a bitch sum head or sum” while Chris is filming but he sees it while he’s out, so what will happen when he comes home?

⋆⑅˚₊ — pairing: chris sturniolo x poc!reader

⋆⑅˚₊ — warnings: oral (fem!receiving) , use of pet names , swearing , face riding , slight fluff & aftercare , established relationship , and overstimulation

a/n: i loved writing this request so much, also thank you for 100 followers ! 👅

a/n 2: join the taglist , ts looking empty 🫡

⋆⑅˚₊ — word count: 1.5k

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You were sitting at Chris’s desk, Tiktok sounds filling the emptiness of his room as you scrolled. Chris was currently out with his brothers filming a video, leaving you to be bored and alone.

While scrolling you stop on a video, the sound intriguing you. It was the beginning of the song “Slob on My Ckat” , the lyrics being “Give a bitch sum head or sum.”

You get up from Chris’s desk, walking into his bathroom and looking into the mirror. You place your phone on the counter, putting all your focus on your hair, fluffing it out a bit. You then pick up your phone, getting a good angle through the mirror.

As you film, you save some as drafts, and have different options to choose from. You finish up, heading to Chris’s bed, sitting up by the headboard.

While sitting there you start to go through the multiple takes, figuring out which one is posting worthy. You find the best video out of the bunch, captioning it, then posting it.

The fans knew you and Chris were together, so you got a lot of recognition on your Tiktok account. Some fans were not really fond of yours and Chris’s relationship, but it didn’t really bother you.

You get up from the bed and go upstairs, wanting a snack and a drink. Upon opening the fridge, your eyes wander throughout the various drink options. Lyrical lemonade decorating the shelves, along with pepsi, root beer, and water.

You grab a watermelon lyrical lemonade, going to the cabinets to get a bag of popcorn, and venture your way back down to Chris’s room.

Before sitting down on his bed, you grab his tv remote off his dresser, thinking about what to watch. You pick out the movie “Get Out” by Jordan Peele. The movie proceeds, but your phone is blowing up with notifications from Tiktok

Opening the app, your notification box is filled with likes and comments. You go and view your Tiktok, reading some of the comments as well.

likes: 106.4k Comments: 10.1k Shares: 120

comments:

@ christophersturniolo

- 👀

@ lucy50

- omg you’re so pretty 😍

@ sturniolofan111

- AHHH CHRIS COMMENTED

@ spam.jess

- lord chris is lucky 😩

You took notice of Chris’s like and comment, not thinking much of it since it was normal for him to do so. Getting more comfortable under his covers, you put your phone down and regain your focus on the movie.

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

Me, Matt, and Nick were out filming a video. Nick’s timer had gone off, meaning we had to reset the camera. While doing so, I opened Tiktok, browsing through my following.

I came across my girlfriends video, listening to the audio, and smirking to myself. I liked and commented as usual, looking at how good she looked. An idea came to my head, now wanting to hurry up and get home.

Matt bangs on the window, telling me to look up from my phone and face the camera.

“Chris and Nick look towards me!” Matt yells, his voice slightly muffled since he’s outside. Me and Nick just look at each other, wondering where such anger came from.

Matt then walks to the driver side, getting into the car, and fixing his hair while doing so.

“So where were we?” Nick asks, wanting to get back on track with the video. I left him unanswered, impatiently wanting to go home.

We talked for about 10 more minutes before putting the camera up and making our way towards our apartment. I texted my girlfriend that we were on the way home, placing my phone in my lap, and glancing out the car window.

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐕

You get a notification on your phone, causing you to jump as you were absorbed into the movie. The text was from Chris saying he was on his way home. You grab the remote and pause the movie, getting up and using the bathroom.

Coming out of the bathroom, you collect your trash, and throw it away in the trash can in Chris’s room. You lay back down in the bed, grabbing your phone and scrolling through instagram.

A couple of minutes later you hear the garage door open and close, signifying the triplets were back home. You continue to be on your phone, waiting for Chris to come into his room.

You hear his bedroom door open and shut, footsteps coming closer to the bed. You look up from your phone and smile at Chris, getting out of bed, and giving him a hug.

“I’ve missed you too baby.” Chris says, gripping that back of your thighs, and hoisting them around his waist. You press a kiss to his lips, Chris using his free hand to grasp around your neck.

You pull away, smiling as you climb out of his arms. Turning away from Chris, you plop back onto the bed. But Chris doesn’t come and lay down he just stares at you, his blue eyes becoming intoxicating.

“Chris, why are you looking at me like that?” You question him, he just smirks and comes closer to the bed.

“Y’know I saw your video right?” He asks, you slowly nod, trying to understand the connection between this. He grabs onto your ankles, pulling you even closer to him.

“Chris what are you doing?” you ask, becoming flustered from all of this.

“Hmm, how did the audio go?” he taps his index finger against chin, making it seem like he’s deeply pondering about something. “Give a bitch sum head or sum?” He asks again, causing you to finally understand what’s going on.

Chris is now on his knees at the foot of the bed, stripping you of your jean shorts, leaving you in your pink laced underwear. He opens your thighs, peppering kisses to the left and right, slowly moving closer to the clothed cunt.

You sigh out, enjoying the feeling of his lips dancing across your thighs. You begin squirming as his lips get closer to your core, making Chris grip onto your hips to prevent you from doing so.

Chris plants a hot, wet kiss upon your covered clit. You whimper out, just wanting Chris’s lips on your leaking core.

“Please Chris.” you whine out, looking down at him between your thighs.

“What do you want, baby?” He asks, now sucking on the inside of your thighs, creating hickeys.

“I need your mouth against me please.” you say, sifting your fingers through his brunette locks. Chris then proceeds to peel your underwear off of you, stuffing them into his pocket.

His lips finally attach to you core, you dragging out a loud moan from your throat. Chris’s tongue leaves long licks to your slit, slipping it into your soaked hole from time to time.

“Oh, shit Chris.” you yank his hair that’s tangled in between your fingers , resulting in him groaning out into your pussy. Chris then begins to suck on your clit, the knot in your stomach becoming more apparent.

You rock your hips into Chris’s face, his nose hitting your sensitive bud every time you do so.

“Mmm, Chris i’m close.” you sigh out, Chris now increasing the speed of his tongue.

“Cmon, give it to me mama.” Chris mumbles into you, making a rush of pleasure cascade over your body as you cum.

Chris doesn’t give you time to rest, he gets up from his kneeling position, lays his head by the head board, and pulls you over his mouth.

You feel his mouth enclose around your dripping cunt, your hand automatically gripping the headboard due the vast amount of pleasure. Chris moves his hands around your hips, tightly holding onto them as he moves them against his face.

“Fuck Chris!” you say, a moan flowing from your mouth. You throw your head back, leaving your mouth agape, overwhelmed by all of this.

“Is it too much baby?” he asks, you whine out in response. The sound of Chris slurping up your juices filled your ears, driving you completely overboard.

“C-c-can’t take it anymore Chris.” you say, slightly lifting your hips away from Chris’ lips. He then goes to wrap his arms around your thighs, keeping you trapped above his mouth.

“You taste so fucking good, just give me one more please?” he asks, continuing his torturous assault on your pussy. You collect his hair back into your hand, moans and whimpers leaving your lips as your second orgasm begins to take over.

Your breathing becomes heavy, now releasing your cum all over Chris’ face. He cleans you up, not leaving any left over cum.

You fall to the side of Chris, looking into his face and giving him a lazy smile as you see your juices glistening off him in the light. He gets up, grabs a warm towel, and cleans off your thighs.

He then grabs another pair of your underwear and one of his hoodies, and puts them on you. You slide underneath the covers, your body sore. Chris then comes next to you, wrapping your legs around his waist as you snuggle into his neck.

for - @ellaynaa 🔥

tags: @mattslolita @muwapsturniolo @luverboychris @sturnsslut @bigbeefybitch @rileysturniolo @itsnotmariahh @summerssover @l0ver-i @thenickgirl

[vnti-vntiety-recs]

Oo how about a yeosang x reader smut? He's an idol she's a fan but she has never met an idol before. So she gets nervous etc. And she's a hybrid so since she's nervous she goes into heat and he quickly takes her away from the crowd sensing her distress. After speaking with management takes her back to the hotel and asks Seonghwa what to do. So he tells him how to help her and get back to clear (creampie her) and so he does but he makes her squirt for the first time and he ends up asking to go again etc? Please

These asks were similar enough i combined them. This was my first crack at writing hybrid so hope its on brand.

Unprotected sex, creampie, mature, MDNI (lowkey I forgot what I wrote and I don't feel like proofreading sooooo WARNING WARNING)

Hybrid! Reader's first heat with Yeosang (M) ₊˚౨ৎ˚₊

Today was lively, filled with people bustling in and out of the shopping district. You had planned to run a few errands and pick up some clothes, especially since you had recently been paid—and shopping was your guilty pleasure. As you were window shopping, you caught a glimpse of him through the shop's glass pane: Yeosang from ATEEZ. You were so taken aback that you could hardly move. You had known they were on tour in your city, but the tickets had been out of your budget at the time, so you hadn’t been able to attend. It was shocking to unexpectedly encounter a member in such a casual setting; you would have thought they would be on the road by now.

You felt a wave of nervousness wash over you; you had never seen an idol in real life before. Yeosang was accompanied by what appeared to be his manager. As a huge ATEEZ fan and Yeosang bias, this was an incredible, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to speak with him. You knew you had to seize the moment.

The store was bustling with holiday shoppers, making it challenging to navigate through the crowded aisles. You carefully maneuvered your way in and out of people, your heart racing with every step. The closer you got to him, the more intense the feeling became. It wasn’t just nerves; something deeper stirred within you, but you pushed forward nonetheless.

“Excuse me,” you manage to say, your voice weak and shaky.

Yeosang, who was engrossed in a rack of clothes when you approached, turned to look at you. A small smile spread across his face. “Yes?” he replied.

“Are you Yeosang from ATEEZ?” you asked, wincing at your own question. Of course, he was; you wouldn’t have approached him otherwise.

He chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling, and nodded in confirmation. “Yes.”

“I’m a really big fan, and I just wanted to say hi and tell you how much I love your mus—” You suddenly feel lightheaded and clear your throat, forcing yourself to finish. “Music,” you manage to add weakly.

“Are you okay?” Yeosang asks, concern etching his features. His hands reach out to steady you, and it dawns on you that you’ve been swaying.

When he touches you, it's as if your skin ignites. A wave of tingling warmth rushes through you, leaving you unable to concentrate. The noise of the crowd swells around you, becoming almost deafening, and it feels like your ears are ringing. Your vision starts to blur, and suddenly there are two or three fuzzy images of Yeosang before you.

Then everything goes dark.

When you wake up, it feels like your body is ablaze. You writhe in discomfort, the heat radiating off you so intensely that you throw off the covers you hadn’t even noticed before. As you sit up with some difficulty, it dawns on you that you’re no longer in the bustling mall. The room around you resembles a hotel suite—tastefully decorated yet overwhelmingly unfamiliar.

You strain to hear, catching the faint sounds of muffled conversation coming from the bathroom.

“I couldn’t just leave her there!” Yeosang’s voice carries through the door, laced with urgency. After a brief moment of silence, he continues, “I don’t know what’s wrong with her. Seonghwa came and said she was a hybrid… He thinks she’s in heat.”

A heavy silence follows his words, and confusion swirls in your mind like a thick fog. You’ve heard whispers of hybrids before—beings that blend human and animal traits—but what could it mean for you? You’d always believed your parents were entirely human; could they have concealed something so significant from you?

An unsettling realization washes over you. What kind of hybrid could you possibly be? You think back to the odd things about yourself—things you’d always brushed off. Unusually keen senses, a strange affinity for certain animals, but nothing overtly visible. Usually, hybrids had telltale signs like tails, pointed ears, or even sharper teeth, all characteristics that would have required concealment.

But you don’t recall anything like that in your life. What was happening to you? As your mind races, you find yourself grappling with questions that feel far beyond your understanding. You try to calm your racing heart, focusing on the warmth you still feel radiating from your skin and the lingering memory of Yeosang’s touch. Would he have really brought you here? And why would he think you were in heat?

Just then, the bathroom door creaks open, and Yeosang steps out, his expression quickly shifting from concern to relief when he sees you awake. “You’re okay,” he says softly, as if trying to soothe both you and himself

Your eyes land on him, and it’s as if all your senses have been cranked up to a hundred. Every nuance, every detail about Yeosang is amplified, and your body feels strangely magnetized to him, an overwhelming urge to pounce surging through you.

“Ughhh,” you groan, curling in on yourself. You’re not writhing in pain anymore, but rather it feels like an instinctual restlessness coursing through your veins, one that’s unfamiliar yet potent.

His scent wafts toward you, a heady mix that sends your senses into overdrive. You find yourself clawing at the covers, desperately trying to keep yourself grounded. “What’s happening to me?” you ask through clenched teeth, the words escaping in a breathless whisper.

“I think you’re in heat,” he replies cautiously, his eyes searching yours for understanding. “I can help you, but you have to let me.”

His voice sends a shiver down your spine. “I don’t care,” you insist, your voice forceful despite the chaos inside you. “Do whatever you have to—just make this go away.”

He nods, but there’s a noticeable hesitation in his demeanor. “Okay, um… You’ll have to get undressed,” he says, his voice quiet and uncertain. “I can help relieve you, but… only if you’re okay with that.”

He glances away as he fidgets with his hands. “I don’t want to pressure you, but I really think it would help ease your discomfort.” There's an almost palpable tension in the room as he waits for your response, hoping you’ll trust him amidst the chaos swirling inside you.

You quickly shed your clothes, desperation driving your movements. Crawling to the edge of the bed on your knees, you looked up at him, your breath quickening. “Please… help me,” you panted, the weight of your need pressing heavily upon you. You were gradually losing your mind—literally. Every ounce of your being was screaming at you to devour him. You needed him to do something fast.

You see him take a deep breath before he sheds his own clothes. His touch is light as he guides you to lay on your back but the moment his hands touched your skin, you lost it. Your body reacts like a spring-loaded trap and your limbs cage him in. Your legs wrap around him and you pull him flush to your body. He lets out a groan, his already hard cock slipping through your impossibly wet folds. You were soaking.

“Fuck, should we go slow?” he asks with a shuddered breath.

“I can’t wait. I feel like I'm dying every second your not in me” You growl primal instincts screaming at you to let him breed you.

He leans back as far as you let him and slips a hand between your bodies to line himself up at your entrance. When he pushes into you, it's like nothing you've ever felt before. Yeosang must have felt like that too because his grip tightens and he's driving into you at a bruising pace and you're grateful because if he gave you anything less, you would have cried.

You still do cry, but these are tears of pure, unfiltered pleasure. It was like he was made for you, made to fill you up and fuck you over and over. He pulls away and your hands reach out to grab him but he's quicker than you; he presses you back down into the mattress with your legs pressed up against your chest before he's thrusting back into you. The room was filled with lewd noises, his throaty groans, your unabashed moans and the slick sounds of your core slapping against his balls.

“Im close” You whine.

“Me too,” Yeosang moans, not letting up for a second.

Soon he's spilling deep into you. The feeling of his warm seed filling you up pushes you over the edge and you're riding that wave with him.

He doesn't pull out right away, and you savor the feel of the way your bodies entertwine. Hes pulling out and you think hes about to get off of you but hes thrusting back into you with a new hunger.

“Ah! Yeosang,” you moan. You felt a lot better now but you weren't complaining as he continued to please you. You felt that familiar tug in your gut and you knew you were close again but this time felt different. You can feel your legs start to quake and then you were making a mess.

Yeosang tried to fuck you through it but the pressure of your release pushed him out. You squirt all over his thighs, surely ruining his sheets.

Your embarrassed but when you look up at him, he doesn't seem phased.

“Can we go again?”

[ot7stan4life]

Maison

Siyeon (Dreamcatcher) x Female Reader

(1 part - completed ✅)

Word Count: 1435

Summary: After a concert in your home country, you are reminded of the sacrifices you were forced to make to become an idol and begin to doubt your decision. All it takes is a warm embrace and a few comforting words from one of the women you love to remind you that you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.

Warnings: angst, brief implications of homophobia, fluff

The plain hotel room that greeted us when we got back from the concert venue was quiet and dark. I left it that way, just taking a seat in the far corner of the room, letting out a sigh when I was finally off my feet. Without a word, Siyeon slipped into the bathroom and I heard the shower turn on not long after. For the next fifteen minutes, I stayed there, listening to the muffled sound of running water and allowing my mind to wander.

Touring was one of my favorite things I did as an idol. But it wasn't always as enjoyable as it should've been. The shows were fun, but those long periods in between concerts gave me too much time to think. Too much time to realize that I had less freedom as an idol. It had always been my dream to become a singer, but I never fully considered what I'd have to give up in order to fulfill that dream. Now I often wondered if it was even worth it.

Especially here in my home country where I'm reminded by the fans' unapologetic personalities of what I gave up. Had I stayed here and chosen any other profession, I wouldn't have to hide such a big part of myself. I'd be free to be who I was and live the way I wanted without fear. It was different for the other members because they grew up having to act that way. For me, it was still hard to adjust. And it hurt having to pretend.

My thoughts brought on an unavoidable feeling of stress that made my cheeks burn and I felt the need to get some fresh air. So, I stepped through the sliding glass door to the balcony and leaned over the metal railing, enjoying the feeling of the summer breeze gliding across my face. I was up high enough that the street noise was muffled by the wind. It was peaceful, but it made me feel lonely. As I took in the soft white surface of the moon, I couldn't help but feel trapped by my situation and wonder whether anyone else could possibly understand this feeling.

As if my negative thoughts were loud enough to hear, I felt arms wrap around me from behind only minutes later. At first I was startled by the sudden contact, momentarily forgetting I wasn't alone, but eventually I leaned back into her touch with a heavy sigh, knowing it was Siyeon. She put her head on my shoulder, her nose almost touching my left cheek, and I let my hands rest on top of hers. Being in her arms instantly made me feel better. It felt like her way of reminding me that I really wasn't alone.

"What's on your mind, jagi?" Siyeon whispered softly near my ear. The pet name made my heart flutter but the clear concern in her tone brought the negative emotions back. I hated feeling this way. Not just because it sucked feeling so lost, but because I hated making her feel helpless.

Sighing again, I looked out over the city wishing that everything was different. "I'm just wondering if I made the right choice becoming an idol."

I wanted to pretend that I was here in my hometown with Siyeon—not for a concert, not because we were idols in the same group—but because I invited her here on a trip to do something normal, like meet my family or go visit my favorite places from my childhood. I didn't want to be forced to worry about people taking pictures of us and starting rumors. I didn't want the obligation to act a certain way that comes with being famous. I didn’t want any of it. And I was nearly at my breaking point.

Without replying, Siyeon turned me around in her arms and put her hands on my cheeks. We stayed like that for a few seconds, just staring into each other's eyes and I felt so much love seeing the way she looked at me: Like I was the most important thing in the world. There was no doubt in my mind that she would love and protect me with everything in her for the rest of her life. And it wasn't even a question whether I would do the same.

"I know you wish things were different,” she smiled sadly, “I do too." Her voice was still soft as she rubbed her thumb across my cheek while her eyes took in every inch of my face. I wondered how she always knew exactly what I was thinking. "But look at it this way..." she stopped her gentle strokes against my skin and looked into my eyes. "If you hadn't become an idol," the corner of her lips tilted upwards revealing half of her beautiful smile, "you would've never met us."

Though I still felt the weight of my negative thoughts, her statement managed to make me smile. Through one of the most difficult choices of my life I may have been forced to conceal a part of who I was, but I still ended up finding seven of the most important people in my life. Even if I felt like being an idol had more risks than rewards, those seven girls made it worth it. At least I could be myself around them and they loved the part of me that I wasn't allowed to show anyone else.

"You're right," I whispered and leaned forward so that my forehead was resting against hers and our noses were touching. Even when I felt lost, she kept me grounded. She and the other members... they were where I belonged. Where I felt found. They were home.

"I love you so much, you know that, right?" Siyeon told me, her voice so quiet and fragile. She’d told me she loved me countless times before, but something about this one felt different.

"I know." And I did. I knew she meant it. And I knew what she meant. It was hard to explain, but I felt it too. We loved each other and the other members in a way that couldn't be defined. It wasn’t limited to platonic or romantic. It was more than that. We all loved each other so much that we couldn't bear the thought of living without one another. It felt like we were meant to be together. Like we were destined to meet. Like soulmates. And, as long as it was up to us, we would be together until the day we died.

Sometimes it felt like I didn't have the words to tell them how much they meant to me. And I think that's why Siyeon did what she did after I told her I loved her back... she kissed me. It was gentle and just enough to express how she felt. She’d never kissed me before, but it didn't seem any different than her hugging me or kissing me on the cheek. It was just another way for her to show how much she truly loved me. Bora and Minji did it often with me and a few of the other members who accepted it, but I knew it meant more to Siyeon.

Once it was over, I nestled my head in the crook of her neck with my arms wrapped around her torso. She pulled me close with hers around my shoulders and ran her fingers through my hair. I stayed there, breathing in her fresh scent and feeling completely content.

It didn't matter if the world never knew who I truly was, because they did.

**This imagine was transferred over from my Wattpad acc OT5Stan4Life**

[cyraclove]

Happy Sunday, have a little hellcheer thing that I needed to evict from my brain:

Eddie is ten years old. He wakes up around the same time he usually does on Saturday mornings and shuffles into the bathroom, bleary-eyed and barefooted.

It’s quiet this morning. There’s no coffee maker gurgling, no newspaper rustling. He doesn’t hear the muffled sound of a newscaster droning on about the weather. That’s weird.

As he runs his toothbrush under the faucet, Eddie thinks back to the night before. His dad had come home late, tearing through the house looking for something. His words were slushy as he stumbled around, muttering something about a suitcase.

Eddie had watched him for a while until he tired himself out and slumped into his armchair like he usually did. He’d still be there in the morning, wearing the same clothes as the night before.

He isn’t, though. Not this morning.

Furrowing his brow, Eddie pokes his head into his father’s room. The bed’s empty, still made.

“Dad?”

There’s no answer, just the soft clink and whir of the ceiling fan above him.

Eddie walks out and into the kitchen, a strange tightness in his chest. Sunlight streams in through the window above the kitchen sink, but there’s not a single light on. Nearly all of the cabinet doors have been left open.

A rusted, red Folgers coffee can lays toppled over on the counter. There are two quarters on the floor right beneath it. Fifty cents, Eddie thinks to himself. Two more and he’d have a whole dollar.

The front door creaks open and Eddie startles, whipping his head toward the sound.

“Dad?”

It’s not his dad. A tall, graying man with a sad, weary smile stands in the doorway. Eddie recognizes him from pictures and a couple of Christmases. He looks older than the last time he’d seen him.

“Uncle Wayne?”

Wayne sighs as he crosses the room toward Eddie. His eyes are wet as he looks down at him. “Hey, kiddo,” he says softly. “Still in your jammies, huh?”

Something icky gurgles in the pit of Eddie’s stomach, the same feeling he gets when he knows he’s done something to make his father mad. This isn’t right.

“Where’s dad?”

Eddie sees Wayne wince, swallowing hard. He pauses, like he’s not sure what to say. “Listen, Ed—“

Before Wayne can finish, Eddie darts past him and all but crashes into the screen door, running out onto the deck. The wood is gritty and wet from the rain the night before. His father’s truck is gone.

Eddie’s face is hot and his eyes sting as he looks around. There’s no one outside but him.

“Dad?”

The wind whines through the trees.

“Dad?”

A dog barks from behind the fence next door.

“Dad?”

Eddie swivels toward the unfamiliar voice, gentle and kind. Machines beep and hum in the background as he stands next to a hospital bed, his clammy hand wrapped tightly around the plastic bedrail.

A nurse in a papery yellow gown smiles up at him as she cradles a snugly swaddled, ruddy-faced newborn.

Eddie’s throat is thick. His voice sounds all croaky when he speaks. “Me?”

“Yes, you,” the nurse chuckles. “You ready to meet your boy?”

The air leaves Eddie’s lungs when the baby is placed gently in his arms, a wiggly, fussy little thing that can’t possibly weigh any more than a dictionary. He’s soft and warm and staring right up at Eddie with big, pale blue eyes.

Eddie turns to Chrissy, laying in the hospital bed looking breathless and beautiful. She’s sweaty and starlit and beaming at him, her lashes glittery and damp.

“A boy?” he asks her. They’d waited to find out. “Did she say boy?”

Chrissy nods, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand. Yesterday’s mascara smears her cheek as she gives him a sniffly smile.

The mattress dips as Eddie gingerly sits on the edge of the bed next to Chrissy, her hand resting on his thigh. She’s all wires and medical tape and hospital bracelets. She’s amazing.

He stares down at the little boy nestled into the crook of his arm, at their son. Chrissy leans her head on his shoulder and his heart feels too big for his ribcage.

“Hey, kiddo,” he murmurs. “Happy birthday.”

[eiightysixbaby]

oo could you do the first heatwave prompt with eddie pls? 🖤

i absolutely can! ty for sending this in 🫶🏻

‘it’s absolutely sweltering, how can you still want to cuddle!?’

cw: mild suggested spice

You shuffle through the door after a long day at work, the patrons at Scoops today having been unrelenting. With how hot it is, you’re convinced the entire population of Hawkins and then some needed your ice cream today. At least that’s what it felt like with the line trailing out the door most of the day. You wave to Steve, thanking him for dropping you off at home, before fully shutting yourself inside. Eddie should be coming over any minute, knowing your work schedule like the back of his hand and always coming to see you as soon as he can when he knows you’re off. You peel off your sweat-slick uniform, hanging your little sailor’s hat on its designated hook on your bedroom wall.

All you want is to collapse into Eddie’s arms and sleep, your feet aching and the heat making your general discomfort even worse. You decide that you have enough time to take a cold shower, desperately needing some relief from the humidity outside. You’re shampooing your hair when you hear a knock on your front door.

“Babe?” Eddie’s voice calls.

“In the shower!” you yell, hoping he can hear you through the closed bathroom door and over the running water.

Sure enough, he pokes his head in the bathroom, doing a wolf whistle as you peek out the shower curtain at him.

“Man, got in the shower before I could join you?” he teases, coming over to give you a quick kiss before he exits, giving you your privacy again.

You walk into your room after your shower, drying your hair with a towel when you find Eddie laying on your bed. He’s already dressed for bed, wearing boxers and a cozy t-shirt. He has both fans in your room on high, the one on your bedside table turned directly onto him.

You hang your towel on your door before plopping yourself down onto your mattress beside your boyfriend, limbs immediately clinging to him. You snuggle up into his chest, breathing in his scent as your arms squeeze his torso closer to you.

“Babe, my darling, you know I love you dearly - but it’s absolutely sweltering. How can you still want to cuddle?” Eddie asks, squirming in your tight grip on him.

“Had a long day, just need you,” you whine, your voice muffled with your face pressed into his chest. “Plus, I took a cold shower… so now I’m cold,” you look up at him and pout, giving him your best puppy eyes to seal the deal.

“Okay, okay. Alright, fine. At least let me take my shirt off though, or I might actually melt all over your bed,” he says, his usual dramatics on display.

“The less clothes the better, baby,” you give him an exaggerated wink, and he throws his shirt at you playfully in response.

“Yeah yeah, keep the flirting to a minimum, darlin’. It’s hot enough in here as is, my blood will boil if you take any clothes off,” he jokes, laying back down next to you.

You breathe out a soft laugh, practically magnetizing to him when he opens an arm for you to snuggle into him. Eddie may swelter the whole night, but for you it’s worth it.

“On second thought, naked cuddles sound preeeetttttttyyyyy good right now,” Eddie muses.

So maybe you compromise, and maybe Eddie ends up being the one who can’t keep himself off of you.

[rinaskoo]

after stream

jjk x gn!reader | ⋆ masterlist ⋆

sypnosis ⋆ — your boyfriend jeon jungkook does a workout stream at midnight and cuddles with you after.

warnings ⋆— there's a part where it's a bit suggestive but not too bad! just really, really slight.

genre ⋆— fluff.

recommended song ⋆ — my jinji by sunset rollercoaster

[a/n] ⋆ — this one's short but i really think it's cute and i hope i'd be in this kind of cute relationship in the future :c the whole time jk was trying to make a heart with his arms in last night's stream was so cute 😭💕

  you laid on your bed in your shared bedroom with jungkook, scrolling through your phone at one a.m. your boyfriend had started his stream at around eleven thirty and now he was working out in the living room.

 

    he can be random at times. he'd do cooking streams with you, movie marathon streams, or karaoke streams, mostly at midnight. he was doing a workout stream this time.

 

    with half lidded eyes, you tapped on his ongoing live, the corners of your mouth curling up into a lazy smile as you watched him workout on stream. fans were going crazy on the live chat as his face was red, his hair a mess, and sweat lining his temples and shirt. he looked so majestic. he always does.

 

    after a few more minutes of working out and talking to his fans, he had bid his goodbye and finally ended his stream. he was exhausted and forced to drag himself to your bedroom. he opened the door and found you on bed, still on your phone.

 

    a small smile displayed on his lips as he walked over to you and sat down on the bed beside you, arms on his knees and hands hanging. he was all sweaty from the workout but he didn't seem to care.

 

    "hey," he says, not waiting for your response and put his arms around you, tugging your closer toward him. he plants a sweet kiss on your cheek.

 

    you hummed in content into his arms as he planted more sweet, playful kisses on your cheek, making your grin wider. "you're really something else, you know that? doing a workout stream at one a.m." you said with a small giggle.

 

    "hey, i've still got so much energy left to use up, ya know?" he said, nudging him closer to you and sat up straight before resting his head on your shoulder with his arms still wrapped around you. "besides, you're always up this late, so i thought you'd be here if i did a workout live." he added, leaning up to kiss you.

 

    his face was still flushed and his hair damp, but he still looks absolutely adorable.

 

    you hummed as you ran your fingers through his hair. "mm, but we should start sleeping early. it's unhealthy to always stay up late." you said with a gentle voice, poking his cheek as he kept his eyes closed.

 

    jungkook lets out a playful sigh, his face scrunching up a little as you poked his cheek, his eyes fluttering open. he stares at you, his face now even more flushed, his pupils dilated and his lips parted. he looks so attractive, and so adorable, that it's hard for you not to grab him by his shirt and pull him close for a deep, deep kiss.

 

    you let out a chuckle and patted him on his back. "now get up and wash up because you stink!" you teased with a laugh, playfully scrunching your nose up.

 

    jungkook laughed back, the sound making your heart skip a beat. it was like music to your ears. he let you push him off the bed. "fine, fine. i'll go have a quick shower and i'll be right back," he said, walking towards the bathroom door, but he turns back to you with a playful smirk on his face. "do you want to shower together?" he asked, flashing you a wink.

 

    you thought the flirtations in his voice and looks were so adorable. you jumped off the bed as you glared at him and pushed him into the bathroom. "shush and just go shower already!" you said, face flushed as you ignored his teasing laughter and quickly shut the bathroom door.

 

    you could hear the shower run and jungkook's muffled laughs, which made you roll your eyes before going back to bed and scrolling through your phone. as you were deep into your browsing, your boyfriend stepped out of the bathroom, now just in his boxers and a shirt, hair wet. you smiled and looked at him, then quickly glanced back down to your phone.

 

    you feel him plopping himself down on the bed beside you with a soft grunt. it was obvious that he was tired from all that working out. he plants a kiss on your cheek and takes your phone from your hand before placing it down on the bedside table.

 

    "let's go to sleep, love," he whispered softly, yet again planting another kiss on your head.

 

    you lazily nod before he pulled you to him and wrapping his arms around you, heaving a sigh of content that was loud enough for you to hear. "i really need to sleep more," he said, his voice sounding relaxed. he was tired, but then, you were tired too. after all, you were up around a few hours past your supposed bedtime.

 

    "yea you do," you said against his neck, your voice coming out muffled.

 

    you felt jungkook's arms tighten around you, and you smiled, closing your eyes. your face was still pressed against his neck as he held you close, and you could smell his shampoo that was so comforting to you. it made you feel safe, knowing that he's just there beside you.

 

    "i love you," he whispered against your hair.

 

    you smiled with your eyes closed. "i love you more, koo."

 

    "that's impossible, because i love you most," he whispered back, tightening his hug and softly kissed the top of your head before closing his eyes, the two of you finally drifting off into a sweet, warm, goodnight's sleep.

[a/n] ⋆ — crying because i miss jk so much even though he went live last night</3 (i miss him all day everyday😍) also i love how last night, i was going through his previous lives on weverse cuz i wanted to get a clip since i wanted to do an edit and literally right when i refreshed, he went live😭 i lavvett<3 anyways, reblogs, likes, and replies are appreciated!!

[wizardrousactivity]

They Promise. 3

Prev Next

Warnings; Mentions of self-harm, blood

The next morning you wake up earlier than usual, the baby still on your chest, your body still in the same spot and drenched in sweat. Your cheeks were red, processing where your dream left off - was a sickening trail of wet dreams that left a queasy feeling in your stomach, constant nightmares of your birth playing in your head like a mantra every time you thought you could escape. 

Dreaming doesn’t work the same anymore, it wont help you detach from your own just to feel happy for once. It's all real now.

You get up with the baby still in your hands whilst a mind-numbing headache washes over you, the sudden sight of your vision blacking makes your legs tremble, knees buckling to keep yourself just a little stable.

You place your son down onto the plushness of your bed, keeping it safe and far away from the dangers facing you.

Sounds of the baby crying from the lack of skin touching and the fan starts to go muffled, the last of it all being shapes and stars.

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The two of the men sit on the couch discussing while you suffer upstairs, clawing at the bedsheets whilst trying to catch your breath - gags and nausea threatening to spill once you wake up, tears clogging your already heavy vision and drying on your cheeks. 

Their voices come to pause once they hear the baby let out its cries once again, and then being met with a loud thump from the roof above them. 

It causes a panicked reaction in the men, Ghost getting off of the couch with a grunt and running up the stairs with König following shortly behind. The two of them stop in your room to look down at the situation that occurred, your body lying limp on the floor and the baby tearing up. 

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The way you wake up is somewhat pleasant to say the least, you’re nauseous and sweating - once again, your eyes can barely open from how heavy they’ve gotten with sickness. 

You notice the feel of warm hands handling your head, then being met with plush underneath. The faint murmuring begins to fall coherent again, it’s Simon. In that gentle, caring voice whenever you were sick. 

Your hands reach out and you cry, the mask is off and you finally feel the welcoming of human skin you’ve been itching to feel. He coos out to you, watching over that dazed - high looking expression on your face.

“S’ a’right, hear your cries luv, no more of that.” A large hand cups your face, wiping away those crystal tears that were spilling out, feeling wet into your ears from the way your head was positioned. 

“Where’s.. where’s my baby?” you call out gently, raising your head a little just to see König holding - cooing to the baby even. Standing near its crib he was hypnotized by the fathering life, making the baby giggle every time his fingers would slightly tickle its belly. It was cute, to say the least. But you still couldn’t muster up the idea to forgive them.

The day they left you, it was comical even. On a day where the weather was harsh, raining with thunder and all that. The day you were going to confess you were pregnant. 

The argument was brutal, screaming from you and König and the sound of glass being broken. You cried almost endlessly once they left the house, lines being cut into your skin violently in the bathroom - blood spilled from your legs made its way onto your tiled white floors from how wild you were using the razor. 

“Why are you guys switching up so suddenly.. Is this the only time you want m-” Your words are immediately cut off by Ghost, mind continuing to shift between Simon and well, him. 

“Please, we’ll talk about it once you're up and well. Take the rest.” Ghost shoves some medicine in your mouth and lays your head down into the pillow, fast but oh so gentle his movements are. Especially gentle with you. He kisses you to sleep, and you can’t resist. The tickle of his lips on your head is too addictive, having the two of them in your life is too addictive.

Everything is mixed now. About them, about you - you want to scream, thrash around and cry. But nothing comes out, you can just stare at the both of them and doze off for the third time today, the medicine making your body heavy and limp. 

[fallingforel]

Prompt 59 “Don’t you think you’ve done enough?” as louis fluff please!

if it’s possible, where louis comforts y/n after finding her arguing with her now ex-bf? maybe admits his feelings to her as well?

a/n how are all of you my lovelies I actually love these types of asks as it gives me a background as to what you sort of want to go in it rather than give me free reign so I'd be more than happy to do it :) anywhooo on with the show also wanted to do a crossover between my fandoms so matty's the ex bf (because he's the best fit for the way the ex is I love him 75 fans pls dont come for me 🙏🙏)

PROMPT 59: "Don't you think you've done enough?"

words: 887 (sorry its kinda short)

"OH YOU WOULD JUST LOVE THAT WOULDN'T YOU?"

"LOVE WHAT MATTY?"

"OH COME ON Y/N ANYONE WOULD BE AS BLIND AS A BAT TO SEE IT. YOU BOTH SO CLEARLY WANT TO FUCK EACHOTHER LIKE RABBITS YOU WERE JUST WAITING FOR ME TO SEE IT WEREN'T YOU!" He remarks back to me, which earns a slap right on his cheek

"DONT YOU DARE SPEAK ABOUT HIM LIKE THAT! HE'S MY BEST-" I'm interrupted by my hotel door swinging open the one I share with Louis my best mate, who just so happened to be the cause of the argument I'm in with my boyfriend right now who surprised me because his band was in the same city mine was in so he popped by only to find out I was sharing a room with him which sparked the jealousy in him to rise.

"yo. Y/n you coming to bar 21 tonight supposed to be so lively on a friday night." "OH FOR FUCKS SAKE HERE HE GOES AGAIN TRYING TO GET WITH MY GIRLFRIEND." "WOAH! mate I'm sorry if I ever gave you that impression. But she is just my bestfriend, always was always will be int that right y/n"

"see exactly! I said this Matty why can't you just see the truth?" "Don't you think you've done enough, Louis. You know what forget it, you and I" Matty remarks back gesturing between me and him "WERE DONE!" Is all he says before storming out and slamming the door shut. And I'm dropping to my knees against the wall which I was leaning against while the argument was taking place. Which makes Louis run over to catch me before gently placing me down on the floor and crouching down and pulling me into a hug while sobbing into his shoulder.

"Oh! y/n sweetheart. He doesn't deserve you he never has knew from the minute you two met at the meeting of him trying to sell the sound to us that he was a pretentious self absorbed prick. George was nice though" "You know what we need to do now." I quipped back after laughing and putting my head on his shoulder where he was now next to me on the wall "what?" "Put change your ticket on the album to piss him off it's not out yet." "Yeah he deserves it, specially after what he just did to you self righteous prick"

"haha! I love you lou" I say "HAHAH! bit too early for that y/n love don't ya think?" he jokes "I'm being dead serious, I don't know if matty helped me see it or what, but I think I have always loved you specially after bootcamp. but you got with eleanor before I could even admit my feelings to you and then you guys broke up, I know it's not out to the media and what not yet but Louis I seriously seriously love you."

"Oh what the fuck!" is all he says before he's doing a quick 180 turn and pulling me in for a long kiss hands cupped on my face, and pulling back sighing before pulling me in again but this time peppering kisses all over my face.

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1 month later

"Lou! Babe!" I shout out where he appears toothbrush in mouth popping his head round the bathroom door "what is it sweetheart is everything okay?" "yeah yeah just have you seen this" "what is it? two secs just brushing my teeth" he says speech muffled by the plastic object occupying his mouth

he soons pops back out the bathroom and I hand him my ipad which has the article loaded on the screen.

"what did I tell you, I knew it would piss him off"

"yeah you told me alright, here you are Matty texted you"

"alright pass it back"

Matty: low blow don't ya think?

Y/n: maybe but I knew it would piss ya off so you're welcome ;)

Matty: FUCK YOU Y/N and your boyfriend

Y/n: how'd ya know about that only close family and friends know

Matty: **attached image**

open attached image?

[YES] [NO]

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louist91: @trumanblack stole your girl lol

fan1: eleanor and louis broke up??? DID HE CHEAT?? surely Y/n must know he cheated

fan2: @fan1 fuck eleanor and louis. what about y/n and matty did he know?

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Y/n: Lol at least its out now. wasn't even aware he did this. Bye matty enjoy the rest of your life and stop worrying about mine ;)

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"You're a menace you"

"Why? whatever have I done?" Louis quips back in a pretending not to know tone

"You know exactly what. Thought we were waiting until the break up articles were out?"

"we were but I thought I'd piss off mr self righteous even more than he already is"

"You're gonna get shit from management hope you know that"

"Anything if it means I get to parade my love for you around"

"I hate you, and your big romantic gestures"

"No. You love me and my big romantic gestures."

"You're right I do" I say leaning in to kiss him.

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end.

[thesullengrrrl]

sea of love

ao3 link here. hello friends! here's a vignette of elaine and rosie's married life. as always, thank you for being here and i hope you enjoy this one!

I.

Due to the whirlwind nature of their wedding, Elaine and Rosie stayed at Minton's for the first few days as a married couple, packing and sealing away her things. Rosie thought that living above a jazz club was charming. Wouldn't this be the ultimate dream? A jazz fan living above a jazz club. What could go wrong? 

It turns out, there's a few.

He was used to the muffled noises of his neighbors' occasional squabbling, so he thought he could handle it. He's wrong—despite the music playing downstairs being his favorite, it was odd to hear it in the bathroom while he's doing his ablutions. He needed his quiet. How his wife managed to sleep through the noise, he doesn't know.

The tobacco smell was lingering at night, which made Elaine light up scented candles and spray air freshener every hour. She even lessened her smoking.

"If I spray every thirty minutes, I'd make a small hole in the ozone layer."

And lastly, the patrons blocking their way to the residences. When the kitchens were busy, they would opt to use the front entrance, which made them the recipients of boos and yelling from patrons who thought they were cutting in line. 

When the two boxes were downstairs, Minty invited him for a refreshment. As he sat on one of the chairs, he saw his wife playing the piano. The older man laid a cold glass of Coca-cola for him. "Here ya go, son." 

"Do you know about this?" he asked, motioning at Elaine, now playing a familiar jolly jazz tune. "Her playing the piano?" 

"You don't?" Minty scoffed, a little taken aback with the young man's question. "Laney plays a little something while the staff clean up. She'd play what's in the song book sometimes, but there are times when she'd play something...different. I just let her." 

He took a sip of his drink and made his way to her. Sitting beside her, her concentration did not break even when she scooted a little for him. "Is this Hot House?" 

"Yep," she agreed, letting out a pop at the p sound. "Dad taught me this. You like it?" 

"I do," he replied, nodding. Elaine grinned at him, thrilled that he enjoyed her little performance. "How come you never told me about this?" 

"Eh, it just never came up." 

"Will you play something for me?" 

Her fingers stopped and gazed at him. "Kiss me first." 

"Minty's right there," he countered, tilting his head sideways to point at the older man present. Elaine raised her arm to say hi. 

"He doesn't care, he knows we're newlyweds..." she smiled, batting her eyelashes at him. Rosie rolled his eyes fondly at her. How could he resist those sage eyes? "Come on. Kiss me or I'll continue Hot House." 

He cupped her face with both hands, and captured her lips with his. Growing more confident, he suddenly peppered her face with small kisses, making her giggle. 

 "All right, all right!" she pulled away, steadying herself.

"I'm gonna play you something really special, it's called Wonderwall." 

"What's 'Wonderwall'?" he frowned. "Sounds like a spackle brand or something for construction."

Elaine's laugh echoed through the room. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. It's uh...it's called I Will and my dad played for mom when they met. So...yeah here we go." 

As her fingers met the keys, her demeanor changed—her face was now serene, relaxed, almost in a trance. She also started mouthing some words, as if guiding herself on which keys to press. 

Love you forever and forever

Love you with all my heart

Love you whenever we're together

Love you when we're apart

When she finished, she gave him a soft smile and raised an eyebrow. "What do you think, Mr. Rosenthal?" 

"I think..." he trailed off, taking her hand. "You're wonderful, Mrs. Rosenthal." 

The sound of her married name from his lips made her warm inside. A smile formed on her lips. 

"I sure hope so," she replied, closing the piano's fallboard. "Let's go before it gets dark."

While she pulled him off the stage, he wondered if she'd like a piano in their home one day.

************

II.

The Rosenthals wake up at five in the morning. Well, he does. Rosie is usually the first one up, as his body clock has seemed to be altered due to his stint in the military. He quickly shuts off the alarm to not wake up Elaine, who he learned, can sleep like a rock and through anything. 

He figured he'd wake her again after thirty minutes. 

He slowly made his way to the kitchen and filled the kettle with water. While waiting, he started doing push ups in their living room to wake himself up even more. As he neared twelve, he heard someone shuffling behind him. 

"Good morning, macho man," Elaine greeted, with a hint of teasing in her tone. "Have you done it with someone on your back?"

"Yeah, during training," he told her. "Just for laughs."

"Hmm-mm," she hummed as her eyes feasted on his naked torso. "How about someone underneath you?"

Maybe it was the hormones released during exercise, or it genuinely turned him on, but Rosie paused and turned to her with a smirk. "Would you like to try?"

With one question, Elaine Rosenthal was undone. She found herself underneath him, her thin slip bunched around her waist, and her hands pinned above her head.

"Yes, yes...oh, right there..." she moaned, lost in every sensation he gave. He continued on, using her moans and groans to guide the intensity of his movements. Getting close, his thrusts became quicker, snappier...

Until the kettle whistled. 

Rosie groaned in frustration and bury his head where her neck and shoulder met, while Elaine giggled. 

"Get the kettle!" 

He pulled himself out from her and made a run to turn it off. She only watched him, grinning. 

"I've never seen someone run with a hard on," she chuckled as he walked back to her. 

"Oh yeah?" 

Pulling her legs towards his hips, she shrieked and was quickly replaced by a moan as he thrust back into her, all the way in. He paused, until her hips started moving, signalling him to move. "Rosie please..."

With that voice almost like a siren call, he buried himself back into her. In and out. In and out. Soon, his thrusts picked up pace, heat pooling on her stomach as he continued. 

"I'm so close," she gasped, meeting his thrusts. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her hips down until she finally came. Moments later he followed, sinking into her body as he rode out his high. His lips reached for her neck, placing lazy kisses.

They stayed on the floor for a few minutes, both catching their breaths and savoring the feeling of each other's naked skin. 

Elaine groaned when he pulled out from her, already missing him inside her. Rosie smiled lazily, taking her hand and kissing it. 

"This is so much better than coffee," she remarked, turning to him, who was already gazing at her. The soft morning light came through the window, illuminating his face. "Love you." 

"Love you too," he replied, with a gentle kiss pressed against her lips. 

With his ocean blue eyes and his warm body next to her, maybe she could be late for work for a bit. 

Just to stay a little longer in their corner of the world. 

************

III.

It's been an hour since they went to bed, yet Rosie hasn't slept a wink. Despite the silence, with all his tossing and turning, it was enough for Elaine to stay awake. Defeated, she finally turned to his side of the bed. 

She opened his bedside lamp and it revealed him being still wide-awake. "Oh come on, darling. Go to sleep." 

"I can't," he replied, his voice hoarse from all the sniffles. "I'm so sorry. I'll sleep on the couch, if you like." 

"No one's sleeping on the couch," she countered, now sitting up. She's wide awake now, and would probably be for the next hour or so. "Come on, get up." 

"What, why?"

"I got an idea. Sit up and drink your water." 

Rosie slowly lifted himself up from the bed until he was sitting at the edge of it. He then took a sip of water from the glass on the bedside while Elaine propped his pillows. 

"It's your sinuses," she explained as she helped him back to bed again. She brushed her fingers through his messy hair, which made him close his eyes for a moment.

"When you lie down, you can't breathe properly. So if you lie like this, you can breathe again." 

His forehead crinkled with this information, but did not argue. "All right, just tell me a story, darling." 

"What? Why?" 

"I think I'm not gonna fall asleep easily, so tell me something. Anything." 

"All right," Elaine indulged, sitting up next to him. His face turned to her, weary and with dark circles under his eyes.

"Ask me anything. Shoot. Fire away." 

"How'd you get the scar?" he asked, pointing at the thin scar on her forehead. It has always been a mystery to him since they met, and it seemed to be the right time to ask.

"Got chased and hit by a drunk guy after a Fleetwood Mac concert," she shared, almost casually, as if the most normal thing in the world. "Had to hide in an alley so I could throw him off my path. Dad was livid when I came home all bloody."

His eyebrows raised. "Oh my god, Elaine."

"I know. They rushed me to the hospital and found I was concussed," she said, her voice softening. "It was weird being woken up every half an hour just to make sure you're alive. Is that a good story? You want more?" 

He wanted to reach out and gather her in her arms to comfort her after that story, but he wouldn't risk her getting sick as well. He only nodded in response, willing to listen more.

She then told him a story about the nights when she went to that bar where Ella Fitzgerald performed and Marilyn Monroe frequented. Marilyn was glowing, she shared, smiling at the memory. The real blonde ambition.

Rosie wondered how many stories Elaine hasn't told him yet. What adventures she had gone to before she met him. He bet there were loads, and he can't wait to hear them. He tucked a tendril of hair behind her ear, thinking if a lifetime is enough to get to know her. 

As she continued with another one, he could feel himself breathing properly again. His wife's voice gradually turned into a lullaby he could listen to all time. 

The last thing he could remember was her lips pressed against his forehead.

************

IV.

"This map sucks ass," Elaine complained as she chucked the map back to the glove box. "Couldn't we just ask anyone around?"

They have been driving in circles for an hour now, and if someone had been observing them, that person might just drive them to the cabin that Mr. Johnson generously lent them for the weekend.

"There is no one around. Darling, please," Rosie pleaded, reaching for the map without taking his eyes off the road. "Please just concentrate on the map so we can reach the place and rest." 

Sighing, she unfolded it once again, and scanned where they are currently. "I'm not going to lie, I don't know where we are. We're in the middle of nowhere upstate New York!"

"How come you don't know how to read a map?" he asked, both curious and frustrated. "What, they don't teach that in your time?" 

"Not like this...besides we've got Google maps where it tells us to go," she explained in a serious voice. "Not this paper map. Am I looking at it the wrong way?" 

Rosie made an experimental turn, leading them into a new road they haven't passed by yet. "What googly map?" 

"Google, Rosie. Google," she corrected, patting his thigh. "Anyway, yeah, maps are not like this. It's like an app from your phone and it literally tells you where to go." 

"Like a personal navigator?" 

"Yes!" she said, pointing at him. "Exactly! I need a map that tells me where to go!"

"Well, you're in 1948 and a map indeed tells you where to go," Rosie stated as a matter-of-factly. "We're not flying a plane, so no talking navigator." 

"Are we gonna need a compass for this?" 

Rosie pulled over to the side of the road and turned towards his wife. "You drive, I'll read the map. You obviously don't know how to read this." Elaine glared at him and got out of the car. They switched sides and started their journey once again. 

Minutes later, he looked at the speedometer and it was below the speed limit of the area. "You weren't really kidding when you said you don't drive, do you?" 

"Do you want me to read the map or drive, Rosie?" she asked, now ever slowly turning to the corner where he instructed. "I can't do both at the same time!" 

"Darling, you can go faster, there's no one around! You are below the speed limit!" 

"This is upstate," Elaine informed him, glancing at him. "What if a cow suddenly walks on the road? We can't have a dead cow on our record!" 

"There are no cows around!" 

"But what if there is!" 

Rosie let out a deep breath, and muttered under his breath. "Good Lord. Give me strength."

************

V.

If there is a competition in what's the most used item in the house aside from the stove, it would be their record player. It is situated near the window, adjacent to the bookshelf of growing collection of books and records. Rosie's records are mostly on display, which grows almost monthly. Elaine's records sit in a more discreet place—in the bedroom, as to avoid unwanted attention from the visitors. 

One Saturday afternoon, while Elaine was out, Rosie decided to browse through her collection. It was a box full of artists he never heard of. There would sometimes be an odd familiar jazz record here and there, but he assumes it was from his father-in-law passed down to her.

Through their correspondence (thanks to Alice sending the mail), he learned that he was once a piano player in a jazz club during his stay in 1990s New York. Hence Elaine's piano skills and the random yet familiar jazz in her collection in a sea of modern music. 

His wife has been trying to make him listen to what she listens to, but he had found her usual to be a little too sad or angry for his liking.

How she manages to enjoy those, he'd never know. It wasn't all a miss, to be fair, there were songs that he liked and they slow danced to. 

Unable to choose, he closed his eyes and ran his fingers through the sleeves and pulled one out.

However, he did not miss the PARENTAL ADVISORY EXPLICIT CONTENT. What's the worst that could happen? he thought to himself as he placed the needle on the record. 

"I'm home!" Elaine greeted cheerfully. Her eyes landed on the record sleeve Rosie was holding and back to his husband's surprised and perplexed face. Whether it was with what he was hearing or her sudden appearance, she cannot determine. 

Amused, she raised an eyebrow and made her way towards him. "Listening to rap now, are we? Expanding your tastes?" 

"How could you listen to such obscene lyrics?" 

She shrugged, charmed by his affront towards what he was listening to. "To be fair, it said Explicit Content. You should've expected that." 

"Well, I didn't realize it would be this explicit," he replied, his hands making his way on his hips. "How could you enjoy this?"

"You listen to it a few times, it grows on you, then you enjoy it," she explained, nodding to the beat. Elaine never thought that she has to explain the appeal of rap to a man from an older generation.

"Then you listen to it on your way to work to hype yourself up, some sort of 'Stick it to The Man!' something like that, and get on with your day," she added, as if it added more context on her answer. "It also discusses tons of social issues, you know." 

"Where?" 

"It's there somewhere. Read the lyrics."

"Hmm-mm, fine, maybe later..." he finally said, looking at her. "We're gonna stick with...what's his name?"

Elaine removed vinyl from the player and handed it to Rosie. She then browsed through her box and picked a  Chet Baker record. As they wait for it to play, she shook her head at him. 

"What?" Rosie asked, now conscious.

"Maybe you should've started with ABBA first." 

[jessicaloons]

Chapter 22:

‘Cause baby, now we got bad blood, You know it used to be mad love…

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TW: conversations about eating disorder

I woke up from Charles scrambling out of bed, phone in his hand, trying to be as quiet as possible and turned around, grabbing my phone. 7:13. Who would call this early after a race? I sat up and stretched a little, before I got up, grabbed Charles shirt and went into the bathroom. I freshened up a little and put on the shirt. I flinched a little when my phone vibrated on the vanity, leaving the bathroom, checking who texted me. It was Julie, texting me an agenda for this race week in Hungary. Before I could open the attachment, I heard Charles speaking fast and loud and very angry Italian. He didn’t understand why there’s a problem. He already told me. They’re being ridiculous. I slowly opened the door and walked outside. Charles stood in his living room, with his back to me, only in sweatpants, hand in his hair.

"Ciao." he hung up and threw his phone on the couch, he groaned and turned around, flinching when he saw me "Fuck! Lizzie! Don’t scare me like that!"

"Sorry! I just walked out and was about to say something when you turned around." I said and he chuckled a little before he opened up his arms, for me to snuggle into him.

"Good morning, pretty girl." he whispered against my head, softly stroking my back.

"Good morning, pretty boy. What’s going on in Ferrari-Land?" I whispered back and I could feel Charles tense up.

"Nothing you need to worry about." he assured me, gently pulling away "Can we go back to bed now? For a little while? I’m tired."

"Sure?" I said and he took my hand in his, leading us back to bed.

We snuggled into the pillows and I laid my head on his chest, his heart beating erratically, gently slowing down. His warmth engulfed me, his scent filled my nostrils and lured me back to sleep. After a while I stirred around a little, feeling hot and sweaty.

"Stop it." Charles muffled voice sounded through the silence of the room "Stop wiggling around."

"I’m hot." I whispered and he chuckled.

"I know, one of the many reasons why I love you."

"Ha ha, very funny. But no seriously, I’m really hot." I mumbled trying to get up but he pulled me even closer "Charlie." I whined.

"5 minutes, please?" he pleaded.

"Ok." I sighed and he pulled me on top of him, I buried my face in the crook of his neck and he put his arms around me, caging me in. He nuzzled his face into my hair and took a deep breath.

"Would I die right now? I would die a happy man." he whispered and his hot breath fanning over my ear mad me giggle.

"No one’s dying now, okay? Can we please get up now?" I said and he pinched my side.

"Okay, grumpy girl…" he mumbled and let go of me.

I cut some fruits into a bowl, eggs frying away in the pan, when Charles walked in.

"Smells amazing, what are we having?" he stood behind me, his arms snaking around my waist pulling me into him.

"Mashed Avocado on toasted rye bread with fried eggs and a little fruit salad, with or without yoghurt, however you like it." I answered and Charles hummed.

"I’m eating so much more healthy since you’re here more often! Andrea said I don’t even need the food plan from our nutritionists." he said and I chuckled a little.

"Yeah, JK worked with me on the way I’m eating since my eat-… since the accident." I said and he kissed my cheek.

"You can say it. I know about it. I think we all kinda knew it... we just didn't know how to help you..." he whispered and I turned my head a little, looking at him. Charles turned off the stove and turned me around, leading me away from it and gently leaning me against the counter, his hands on my waist, looking at me intently.

"I just… I don’t know. I didn’t think that anyone would notice… I didn’t think it was that… that…" I rambled a little.

"You didn’t think that it was that obvious? Mon amour, you always ate healthier than most people, but every now and then you loved to have your little cheat meal, some good pasta, pizza, fries! But in that time? You didn’t eat much at all… salad was the only thing I saw you eating, some fruits but that was it… I even thought that I heard you… in the bathroom, throwing up… but I read that it could be from the meds, the trauma… but when months after the accident nothing had changed? I just didn’t know how to talk to you about it? I was- I wasn’t sure how to approach you…" Charles said and I nodded slightly.

"I didn’t know myself… I didn’t thought it was an eating disorder, I just thought it’s… I just needed to lose some weight, you know? When I heard that I won’t be driving, I let a little loose, didn’t train as hard as usually, having a nice cheat meal more often. I saw that I had gained a little extra weight, but I thought it was not much, not noticeable. But it was apparently to some people. It was nothing more than little comments first, asking if I really should have a second serving, or another bite, and I thought maybe I just ate a little too much. But yeah I always stopped then. But the looks didn’t stop… although she never said anything directly, I still always felt her eyes on me whenever I ate something… so I began to eat less and less, skipped meals. But you- umm you practically forced me to eat sometimes with your smile and praise for the food and how you said I would love it and your awaiting look whenever I took a bite… but I knew it might’ve been too much so I- I had to get rid of it. And I thought it worked… I thought I wouldn’t gain more weight, but it didn’t apparently and after I heard her… I just felt like I had to leave… and work on myself." I looked down and Charles inhaled sharply.

"Was that the reason why you left with JK?" Charles asked quietly and I shook my head.

"No, I mean it was a part of it, JK saw how my behaviour changed whenever Camille was here, how I tensed up, became more quiet, anxiety overcoming me. But no, I- before the season started? When I stayed here with you, when we were starting to prepare for our new seasons, well and then only for your season… I heard her talking on the phone, probably with one of her friends, about me… that I was a- a bulky, fat, bitch and gained so much weight over the break, how it was annoying that I always was all over you… I don’t know, I heard it and my mind instantly said I had to leave, and when I looked at myself in the mirror I realised that she was right! She just said the truth, I was getting bulky and fat. I gained not just a little bit, no I gained a lot of weight. So yeah I left. I had to. At home I could control my eating better. There wouldn’t be someone who always wanted to know how I liked the food and gave me bite after bite of different stuff to let me taste…" I said quietly and Charles dropped his hands from my waist, taking a step back. I looked at him and his face was pale "Charles? Are you…"

"That was before your accident? I didn’t knew she was horrible to you even before… when Joris told me… it sounded like it started with your accident, before it was mostly about her being now the most important person in my life… but- but you left before the start of the season because of- because of something she said?" he almost whispered and I saw his eyes tearing up "It’s my fault… It’s all my fault. Everything that has happened to you- my fault. I did this to you… It’s my fault." Charles began to tremble. A tear streaming down his cheek as he looked down in shame. I stepped closer, cupping his cheek and gently wiping away the tear, but he turned his head away.

"Hey? What do you mean? What is your fault?" I asked him quietly and he scoffed.

"Your accident! Lizzie wouldn’t I started this fake relationship, situation ship, whatever the fuck you want to call it, with Camille she would’ve never be here with us? She couldn’t say and do all these horrible things to you! You wouldn’t have left that day if it wasn’t for me letting her in our lifes! Letting her in here! Letting her do this to you! Lizzie would you have stayed here that day… you would’ve never have your accident. That is my fault. I allowed her to push you away and then you almost died. Because of me. I did this t-…" Charles began to ramble but I forced him to look at me.

"Stop! Please! Stop saying that? It’s not your fault! I could’ve said something! I never had a problem with speaking my mind! I just could’ve told you what was going on! And it wouldn’t have happen then! But I didn’t! So if you want to blame yourself? Then you have to blame me as well! Okay? Please don’t feel guilty, Charles! Please!" I said, desperately trying to make him believe my words.

"I can’t, because it’s the truth! I did this! I should’ve never allowed her in. She shouldn’t have been a part of our life. Would I just have been not the biggest idiot on earth, I would’ve told you from the very beginning that I love you. And that for me it was always you, never someone else. Just you. We would’ve saved ourself a lot of heartbreak and drama! But most of all… you would be healthy, that damn accident would never happen! So yes Lizzie, this is all my fault." Charles closed his eyes. Silent tears streaming dow his face.

"Okay. Charles. Look at me. I only say it once, okay? I could’ve said something earlier as well. You weren’t the only one feeling this way! But I refused to acknowledge it, I pretended like I didn’t feel it. So if you could’ve said something earlier, then the same goes for myself! And like I said before. I could’ve told you how she treated me! But I didn’t! It’s not your fault! Nothing of it! You hear me? Please, please don’t blame yourself! Please stop that okay? I can’t bear the thought of you blaming yourself for what happened?" I looked him in the eyes and after a long pause he slowly nodded.

"But I need to apologise… please Lizzie, just let me say it once, please. I fucked it all up. I brought Camille into our life and didn’t protect you from her. I let it all happen! I’m so sorry Lizzie!" he pulled me into him, my face buried in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent "I’m sorry for letting it all happen."

"It’s okay. Please don’t ever apologise for it again, it’s not your fault, okay? We’re good. We’re here. You and I. Everything else doesn’t matter anymore, okay? What happened? That’s in the past…" I pulled away and smiled at him, he smiled a little before be pulled me in for a gentle kiss.

"Okay…" Charles whispered softly against my lips. I wiped his wet cheeks and then cleared my throat a little.

"And now we eat…" I said quietly and he sighed and stepped away "Here, take the fruit salad, the bowls and the orange juice, I’ll bring the rest." Charles nodded and grabbed everything, leaving me alone. My mind was spinning with Charles words, the heartbroken expression on his face. But I meant every word I said. It wasn’t his fault. I let it all happen. I could’ve said something but chose not to. I really hoped he wouldn’t keep blaming himself for something that was out of his control. I shook my head and sighed, then turned on the stove again and finished up our breakfast, plated up our food, grabbed the cutlery and followed Charles.

"I’m out here." he said from outside and I walked out on the balcony "I thought we could eat here, the weather is amazing." the table was set and I put down the plates.

"Very good idea." I said and sat down.

"Cara mia that looks amazing." Charles said with a slightly hoarse voice, it looked like he was contemplating with himself before he took out his phone, taking a picture and I laughed.

"Are you turning now into one of those influencers who post their every food?"

"No, it’s for Andrea. To show him how healthy I’m eating." he rolled his eyes a little and put his phone down, pouring me some orange juice.

"Thank you."

We sat in silence, enjoying our breakfast and the warm morning sun grazing our skin, when Charles phone began to ring, he groaned and silenced his phone.

"You can take the call?" I said and he shook his head, when his phone began to vibrate again "Okay this is ridiculous, Charles! Someone needs to talk to you, pick up!"

"Fine!" he groaned and picked up the phone "What? Yeah. I don’t. Yeah. Whatever. Thanks for nothing. Yeah. Bye." he put his phone down and closed his eyes.

"Okay, will you please tell me now what’s going on at Ferrari?" I asked and he sighed.

"I have to be in Maranello, on Wednesday…"

"And?"

"We’ll film a clip for Vista, before flying to Hungary."

"I still understand why that’s bothering you?"

"They told me to come alone. It’s only Carlos and I and the film crew. Filming is during the flight and stuff."

Now it dawned on me. Alone. Without me. I wasn’t welcome in the jet. Of course.

"That’s fine? I just fly from Nice on Wednesday, no worries, Charlie." I smiled and grabbed my phone. Searching for a flight. Just that there was a problem. There were no flights. At least not from Nice to Budapest. I had to book a flight via Munich. I was thinking to myself if I not just fly to Munich and then there jump into the private jet of Felix and Co.

"Cara mia?" Charles said and I looked up.

"Sorry, did you say something?" I asked.

"I asked if there are any flights available?"

"Oh, yeah, plenty." I booked the first flight via Munich, deciding against flying with Felix, too many questions would be asked "I just booked a flight. It’s all good, really!"

"No, if we’re being honest, it’s not good…" Charles mumbled and took my hand in his, kissing my knuckles "I’m sorry."

"Don’t worry, okay? I’ll be fine!" I plopped a grape in my mouth and he smiled a little, right as his phone vibrated again.

"What now? God!" he grabbed his phone but the scowl on his face disappeared, replaced by a soft smile.

"Should I be jealous?" I chuckled and Charles squeezed my hand.

"It’s Fred."

"Vasseur?"

"How many Fred’s do you know?"

"What is he saying?" I grabbed my glas when Charles let go of my hand to text Fred back.

"Just checking in how I’m doing, we text every now and then." Charles smiled. He always liked Fred, when he drove for Sauber the two of them were almost inseparable.

"Felix felt really bad that he kinda kicked Fred out… although Audi offered him a position within the team… but he said that he already has a new position." I said and Charles looked up.

"What? Where?"

"You’re the one texting with him? He didn’t say more… so yeah, I don’t know."

"I definitely will ask him."

"Hey cara mia. I’m leaving." Charles kissed my forehead and I slowly opened my eyes "I’ll call you as soon as I’m in Maranello. And you’ll call me when you’re at the airport and then when you land in Budapest, okay?"

"Will do." I mumbled, pulling him down, hugging him "Drive safe and take care."

"Will do. I love you, pretty girl."

"Mhhh love you too, pretty boy."

"Alright, go back to sleep." one last kiss on my nose and he was gone.

I groaned when my alarm went off and rummaged around on the bedside table until I found my phone and grabbed it, turning the alarm off. I got up, took a shower and dressed up, eating some oats and fruits while checking my flight details.

"No. No. No… fuck!" I exclaimed. The flight from Munich to Budapest was cancelled. I checked for another flight to Budapest. Nothing today. From Zurich. Fully booked. From Turin. No flights. Genoa. Departure in 1.5 hours. Marseille. Departure in 2 hours. I was screwed. I flinched when my phone rang and dropped it, answering it in the process.

"Lizzie?" Charles. I grabbed the phone.

"Hi. Sorry I dropped you."

"Thanks. Did you sleep well."

"Uhhh- yeah. Yup. Just woke up."

"What? But you have to leave in the next minutes?"

"I- umm. I’m just messing with you. I just need to put on my shoes and then I’m good to go. The car should be here any minute."

"Okay, good! Text me when you’re at the airport."

"Yup. How far away are you?"

"Not even 2 hours away."

"Alright. Then drive safe. Talk to you later. Love you. Bye!" I hung up and grabbed my iPad, sitting down. I had to find a way. After half an hour of intense searching I found a solution. But I had to hurry up. I ordered an Uber. Put on my shoes. Checked my bag if I had everything, grabbed my suitcase, locked the door and left. I got in the car and we drove straight to the airport. In the car I sent Charles a text that I arrived but had to board soon and then it was go time. I made it in time and as soon as I sat down in the plane I took a deep breath. I looked out of the window, when a little hand poked my arm and I turned around. A gorgeous little girl, maybe 4 or 5, with chubby cheeks and golden locks smiled up at me, eyes big and blue.

"Hi, I’m Elodie!" she said in French, her voice sweet as honey.

"Hi Elodie, I’m Lizzie." I said and she looked at me for a moment.

"You are pretty." she said, cocking an eyebrow.

"Well, thank you. But not as pretty as you."

"Hmm. But you are so pretty that you are in a magazine. Are you a model?"

"A magazine? What magazine?"

"My brother has a magazine with you. It’s about motorsport. Are you a motorsport model?"

"Umm- no. Not really."

"Then you just look like that girl. I was wondering why a model would fly in a normal plane and not even in front where the rich people are." she laughed and I started as well.

"You are absolutely right, Elodie."

"Elodie, leave the nice Mademoiselle alone." the woman next to Elodie said and I smiled at her.

"Oh no worries. I really enjoy this conversation."

"Really? She just starts chatting with everyone! I never know how people will react." the mum said and I smiled at her.

"I was just like her when I was her age. It’s all good."

"Okay! Thank you!"

"It’s okay. I’m Lizzie, by the way."

"I’m Marie."

"Hi Marie, nice to meet you and your gorgeous daughter, Elodie." the girl smiled at me before she looked into her book, full of unicorns and fairy’s.

"Very nice to meet you too, Lizzie. Who’s not a model but a driver." I looked at her with wide eyes "My husband and son, are huge Formula 1 fans. We have to watch every race. And my son is a fan of yours."

"Oh wow! Really?" I smiled at her.

"Yeah. They are actually in Hungary for the next race…" she said, looking at me a little confused.

"Yeah umm, the flight to Budapest got cancelled and I checked every other connection, so I’m flying to Paris and there I will catch a flight to Budapest."

"Oh. Okay? I thought the life of a F1 driver would be more glamorous." she chuckled a little and I nodded.

"Well usually it is. But it was all a little last minute. And I know that if my team principal finds out about me being here he will be a little mad. But yeah. It’s like this."

"Your secret is safe with me."

The rest of the flight I talked a lot with Marie and Elodie and when the flight attendant announced that we would land soon, Elodie already said she would miss me. We took a selfie together and she said her brother would be so jealous, that’s when I had an idea.

"You said your husband and son will be at the race on Sunday?" I asked and Marie nodded "Here, that’s my number. Tell them to give me a call as soon as they arrive. I’ll give them a tour through our garage. And maybe I can get a hold of Charles, so that Pascal will meet his favourite driver."

"Oh no! You don’t have to do that! We can’t accept that!"

"Oh please! It would be my pleasure! Please!"

"Okay. But really only if it’s okay for you?"

"More than okay!"

As soon as we were at the gate and out in the arrival hall I said goodbye to the mother and daughter duo, waving to Elodie as she walked off. I went to grab something to drink and to eat and sat down on a little lounge area and checked the flight schedule. Boarding would start in 2.5 hours, plus the flight and drive to the hotel. Great. I would arrive long after Charles. My plan on keeping the way I got to Hungary a secret just failed. And just as I checked for any texts on my phone, I realised that my battery would die soon as well and my charger was nowhere to be found. Even better.

Charles POV:

After what Lizzie had told me, the guilt was eating away at me. No matter what she said, it didn’t change the fact that it all was my fault. I began dating Camille to make myself feel better. To not completely lose my mind over Lizzie. Telling myself over and over again that I couldn’t have her. That I would ruin everything. Living with the pain it caused me looking at her, knowing that she couldn’t be mine. Never. I brought Camille into our life’s because I thought I might be able to bury my feelings for Lizzie once and for all, as long as I have someone else by my side. Someone who would distract myself from my feelings for Lizzie. But not just that it didn’t work, it only made my feelings for Lizzie even stronger, no, that someone was making her sick. Physically. But also mentally. And I didn’t notice it. Nothing. Lizzie was suffering right in front of my eyes, but I didn’t see it. And then she had to flee. And almost died. Because of me. No matter how hard I tried. I always came to the conclusion that it was my fault. All of it. The whole way to Maranello I was mad. Seething even. Not just that I found out about how I was the one to blame for her accident and everything bad that happened after, no I had to leave Lizzie now behind as well, in her vulnerable state. I saw how she was more closed off, but she didn’t want to talk about it, said she was fine, it wasn’t true, but I knew her long enough. I knew that I had to give her a couple of days to digest it and then we could talk. But that had to wait. And why? Just because of a stupid video shoot she wasn’t allowed on board? Ridiculous. It was a punishment for her criticising Ferrari openly. And a punishment for me for not calling her out when I was asked about it. I drove through the gates and parked my car, Mia already waiting. I hugged her and we walked inside.

"Alright. You have to sign a whole bunch of cards and caps. Then there’s the pre race meeting and after that the flight to Budapest." she said and I nodded, walking inside with her. I sat down at the table, two boxes full of my photo cards and 2 even bigger boxes with my caps. I sighed and began to sign each and every card and cap. Only stopping in between to drink something or to relax my hand. It felt like hours later that I signed the last cap and put the sharpie down. Mia was long gone and I checked the time, the meeting would start in 20 minutes enough time to text Lizzie and have a little snack. I waited for Lizzie’s reply while munchin on the granola bar, popping the last piece into my mouth, I swallowed and walked into the meeting room.

"Shit, sorry! I‘m late, I thought you said 12…" I hastily closed the door and Mattia and Laurent exchanged some glances. I looked around. I wasn’t late, Xavi and the rest of the team weren’t here either. Only Mattia, Laurent, Carlos, his father, his cousin and 2 other men I’ve seen before but couldn’t place right now.

"No, no! You’re not late, we’re all just a little bit early!" Mattia scratches his head and I sit down "The rest of the team will be here any minute now."

"Yeah, I guess that’s our cue to leave." English with a Spanish accent, the two men got up. They shook hands with everyone, except me, saying something in Spanish to Carlos sr. who only laughed, then they’re gone. For some reason I had a bad feeling in my gut. The way Carlos looks down in his lap, not even looking up once at me. The smug look on his cousins face, while his father looks satisfied. Mattia and Laurent avoided my gaze.

"I hope I wasn’t interrupting something?" I said it to no one in particular.

"No, no, absolutely not. We were just happy we had the three Carloses here as translator." Mattia laughed and I just nodded as the door opened up and Xavi and the rest of the team came in. Followed by Sylvia, who only nodded to Mattia and then left again. As soon as everyone sat down the meeting started.

"Charles, could you please stay for a minute?" Mattia asked and I nodded and sat back down. The door opened again and Sylvia walked in together with two other members of our PR team and Mia, who looked at me with pity in her eyes.

"Charles, we need to discuss the situation with you and Lizzie…" began Sylvia and I cocked an eyebrow.

"This is only about the representation of Ferrari." Mattia said and I was confused.

"And what part does Lizzie play in that?" I asked as Sylvia unlocked her iPad and turned it around, shoving it in my direction.

Comments from Twitter, Instagram, comment sections from sport websites, some parts highlighted. As I read them I had to stop myself from smiling. People were saying that Lizzie was right with her critique, that Ferrari should hire her as strategist, better as team principal, but also some comments about how a fellow driver could insult the Scuderia like that without any consequences.

"I don’t understand?" I said as I shoved the iPad over the table.

"Her open criticism against Ferrari and Carlos are damaging our brand." Sylvia answered "She always criticised Ferrari, but since a couple of weeks it seems more personal. As a matter of fact, since Miami."

"You mean, since we’re a couple?" I clenched my jaw.

"Yes. Look, Charles, we as Ferrari gave you the green light for…" Sylvia began but I scoffed.

"You didn’t gave me the green light, I informed you, in private, about our relationship, I didn’t ask permission." I had to contain myself. I was already on edge with everything that was going on with Lizzie. I didn’t need this now.

"Excuse me, my mistake, that’s the wrong wording, what I meant was, we had no objections…" Sylvia began but I had to interrupt her again, groaning.

"What I do in my private life is none of your concern, I don’t care if you had objections or not. It’s my relationship." I looked to Mia who only spared me a glance and mouthed a "Sorry".

"Ok, you’re a bit upset, I understand. But her comments are bad for our reputation and we need her to stop. She can’t be associated to us while saying things like this." Sylvia was annoyed but I didn’t care.

"I’m not telling her what she can and cannot say. As far as I’m concerned she’s not associated to Ferrari in any way, not since she was removed from the FDA after her accident. And the public only knows that we’re best friends and she always fully supported me. That’s it." I said bluntly and Mattia sighed.

"Charles, with the results in the last weeks, we need to keep the Tifosi happy!" he said.

"I won 5 out of the last 12 races, twice I DNFd because of some technical issues or engine problems while leading the race, let’s not talk about Silverstone, where I still managed to be on the podium. Imola and France were my fault, I’m sorry! The other 2 races I was still on the podium… how can the Tifosi not be happy with me? Because my girlfriend criticises us? That’s ridiculous!" at this point I just wanted to get up and leave, after the many mistakes on their side in the last weeks and I still showed only love and support in front of the media for my team, they still wanted more. But right now I couldn’t give me. I felt drained.

"It’s not the sports side that concerns us, it’s the noise around. So please, talk to her, Charles." Sylvia’s words are final and I got up, but before I left I turned around.

"How fragile is the state of Ferrari, if the comments from one driver, a rookie, cause such an uproar?" and with that I left, heading to the office Carlos and I spent our time in when we were here.

A couple of minutes later Mia knocked at the door.

"I’m so sorry, Charles! They didn’t tell me what this meeting was about! Otherwise I would’ve warned you!" she said and I only nodded.

"I know, I know. It’s just… I regret telling them about us. But after Laurent saw us, I had no choice." I was mad at myself.

"Maybe when you explain Lizzie the situation? She doesn’t have to stop her criticism, but maybe not mention Ferrari anymore? She could say ‘some teams’ instead of Ferrari? I don’t want you to tell her what to do or what to say, especially not when everything she says is the truth! But I don’t want any more trouble for you!" Mia almost pleaded and I nodded.

"I’ll talk to her. But can you do me favour?" I asked and Mia nodded.

"There was a meeting before our team meeting with Carlos and his family, Mattia and Laurent and 2 Spaniards, I’ve seen them before but I couldn’t quite place them? Can you find out what’s going on?" I asked her.

"I will see what I can find out. The car to pick you up and take you to the jet will be here in 1.5 hour. I thought I arrange you a separate ride, not with the Carloses and Co." she smiled at me and I turned to her.

"Carloses?"

"Yeah? Carlos, his dad, his cousin? Carloses how we call them?"

"They’re flying with us?" I couldn’t believe it.

"Yeah? Mattia, Laurent and Sylvia as well?"

"You’re fucking kidding me?"

"No? Why? What’s going on?"

"Sylvia called Monday morning, telling me that Lizzie can’t fly with us to Hungary because Carlos and I will film a spot. Commercial. Whatever. And the jet needs to be empty? Only Carlos, I and a film crew?" I was seething. Did I leave Lizzie alone for nothing?

"What? No way?" Mia sounded surprised as well and took her phone out, furiously typing away on it "So, Callo said, that it was apparently planned… but they dropped it. On Monday. Enough time to let you know…"

"I’m not flying with them. I fly from Bologna." I was pissed, grabbing my phone to check for flights.

"As much as I would want that too, it’s not an option. The media team will fly from Bologna later today and that flight is already overbooked. You need to suck it up, I’m sorry!"

"I hate it. But- okay… Thanks Mia!" I hugged her and she nodded.

"Just don’t kill anyone! See you in Budapest."

I walked up the stairs into the jet and sat down in the back, two single seats opposite each other divided by a small table. I chose the one with the back to the rest of the jet and sat down, pulling my headphones out and a book. The flight attendant handed me a bottle of water that I put in the bottle holder when she walked away. I saw the Carloses, Mattia, Laurent and Sylvia getting out of a van and put my headphones on, starting my music, leaning back in my seat, sliding down a little and closing my eyes. Pretending to be asleep might work. I didn’t want to talk to them. None of them. I heard them get in, talking about the upcoming race and a potential sponsor being present and had to bite my tongue not to groan. Another sponsor on my helmet. Great.

"Where’s Charles?" Carlos asked and I just held up my hand "Oh, hi!"

I could see in my peripheral how he walked to me, sitting down in the seat in front of me. I took off my headphones and straightened up a bit.

"Last race before the summer break. I’m really in desperate need of a vacation." Carlos said as the jet was preparing for take off and I simply nodded.

"Yeah. Same." I looked outside but felt Carlos eyes on me.

"Ok listen, I know this tension between Lizzie and me is… well it’s… what I’m saying is, you and her are friends, that’s fine. You and me are team mates, so the thing between Lizzie and me… it shouldn’t affect us, right?" he looked at me intently and I contemplated my answer.

"I’m staying in the position I’ve been over the past few weeks, Carlos. When you and Lizzie want to fight each other? Do it. But it should be fair, like I said. If she goes too far, she should be punished. But if you go too far? Then you should be punished as well. It’s as simple as that. And if I’m being asked about it? That’s exactly what I’ll say. But Carlos? Just between the two of us, you should keep some comments to yourself. Your little gentleman’s joke wasn’t well received…" I said with a firm voice and he nodded.

"I know, I didn’t meant it in that way, it was more meant as I’m not a gentleman… I should’ve known that it would sound differently. I’m sorry about that. But yeah. I can live with that." he clapped his hands and I nodded "I’ll leave you alone, I just wanted to clear the air."

"Thanks Carlos, really." I said and put back my headphones. After an hour Mattia sat down in front of me and I sat up again, headphones back down.

"Are you okay, Charles? You seem to be a little… distracted?" he asked and I had to bite my tongue, before I would just explode. I only nodded, but he kept on staring at me.

"I’m fine Mattia, really." I said and looked out again.

"Listen, no one of us has any problems with Lizzie, we know how she is, that she always speaks her mind and protects those who she loves. All good traits. But this is about Ferrari. This team has gone through a lot over the past years. We really have to make sure that the Scuderia will succeed again…"

"And Lizzie criticising the team will prevent us from success? No, I think there are other factors. A lot of other factors." I said and Mattia cocked an eyebrow.

"I understand that you’re not fully satisfied with how some of them races went. But some things are out of our control. But that thing with Lizzie isn’t one of these things." he got up and left. The rest of the flight I was staring at my phone. Time ticking away. I just wanted to get out of this jet. Go to the hotel where Lizzie would wait and hold her close. Not letting go of her. Basking in her warmth.

"Charles? We have a dinner tonight. With a potential new sponsor. We need you and Carlos to attend." were the first words from Sylvia when we arrived at the hotel.

"I don’t know if I can make it. I really don’t feel good." I lied and Sylvia sighed.

"Now is not the time to be stubborn and rebel." she said and I looked at her.

"I’m not feeling good. My head is exploding, I feel like I have to throw up any minute and I’m tired. If you excuse me. I want to go to my room and lay down. Or do you want me to go to a dinner with a potential sponsor and throw up there? Yeah, didn’t think so." I went to the reception, got my key card and walked to the elevator. When I was inside I waved to Sylvia one last time before the doors closed. As soon as I was inside my hotel room I took out my phone. Lizzie hadn’t answered any of my messages. They were all only delivered. I tried to call her, but the call went straight to her voicemail.

"Hey JK, is Lizzie with you?" he picked up after the second ring.

"No? Shouldn’t she be with you?" he asked.

"No? She took a flight from Nice to Budapest alone, long story short, Ferrari, that’s all you need to know…" I sighed and sat down.

"Charles? There was no flight from Nice to Budapest today. That’s why I had to fly via Munich as well. I flew from Nice to Munich and met up with Felix and Co. Lizzie said she would fly with you yesterday?"

"What? No. She told me she would fly today from Nice. I couldn’t take her with me to Maranello. That’s why she booked a flight. At 11:20 departure from Nice, flight number LH1246?"

"Charles that was my flight to Munich and she wasn’t on it?"

"No. She said she was on her way to the airport! And then sent me a text later on that she was about to board the plane?" I began to panic "Why is her phone switched off? Where the fuck is she?"

"Calm down. We figure it out. Let me check in with Julie. I’ll call you back, okay?"

"Okay." he hung up and I got up. Where was she? Why didn’t she answer my calls? Messages? I began pacing back and forth in the room, waiting for JK to call back.

"Where is she?" was the first thing I said as soon as the phone rang.

"Umm- we don’t know. Calm down, okay? I’ll be there in a minute."

Right after the first knock I opened up the door, JK looked at me worriedly.

"Ok, can you please not look like something horrible has happened?" JK said and closed the door "Sit down and drink something. I’m serious."

"Where is she? She should be here for hours already!" the water bottle in my hand was shaking.

"Let’s wait for a little bit longer and then… I don’t know. We’ll figure it out!" JK tried to calm me down but I couldn’t shake the feeling that Lizzie was kinda behaving a little off since our conversation about her eating disorder on Monday.

"We talked about her eating disorder on Monday… she was kinda off since then? I don’t know. I’m just… JK what if something happened to her?" I ruffled my hair letting out a frustrated groan.

"You talked about it?" JK sat down next to me and I nodded.

"She was making breakfast and I don’t know, it came up and we talked about it. She told me why she was starting to eat less and less and also… well some things that were… what I mean is, do you think that she… would she do something…?" I couldn’t even speak out loud what my mind was imagining.

"No. She wouldn’t. Believe me." JK said with a firm voice and I nodded slowly.

We sat in silence for the next 30 minutes, both staring at our phones on the coffee table in front.

"It was good, that you talked about it, you know?" JK said after a while and I looked up "Her eating disorder. I mean sure, she’s overcome it, but it was still something she kept to herself, weighing down on her."

"I think we all kinda knew, that something was wrong? But maybe we were just too focused on her walking again, then anything else?" I whispered.

"Maybe… but it’s in the past. And now that you talked about it, it’s just another thing she can come to terms with."

"You think so?"

"I know so."

I leaned back into the cushions, eyes still trained on our phones, when I got a notification. I lunged at my phone, grabbing it. A relieved sigh escaping my lips.

"It’s from Lizzie." I opened the message "Please don’t kill me. I’m on my way to the hotel now. I’ll explain everything."

"She’s alright?" JK looked at me and I nodded.

"Yeah. Thank god." I shot a quick answer back and put my phone down "Thanks for waiting with me, JK. Really!"

"No worries, mate! But now that I know she’s alright, I’ll give you guys some space! See you tomorrow!" JK got up and patted my back, leaving the hotel room.

I took a quick shower, getting into some more comfortable clothes and ordered some food. Then I sat down on the sofa and waited for Lizzie. 10 minutes later there was a knock on the door and I jumped up, open the door. There she stood. Looking exhausted, but giving me her wonderful smile. A hint of guilt in her eyes.

"Hey Charlie…" her soft voice music to my ears. I pulled her inside, shutting the door and holding her close "I’m so, so sorry! Today was a mess…"

"Give me a moment to hold you…" I whispered and she nodded. I felt the tension falling off my shoulders. The worries fading away. My body relaxed into hers and I took a deep breath, my nostrils filling with her familiar scent, calmness washing over me "What happened, mon amour? You were supposed to be here long before me?"

"My flight was from Nice to Munich and then from Munich to Budapest, but the second flight got cancelled. I thought about calling Felix that I would join them in the jet, but… I didn’t wanted them to know that we weren’t arriving together. So I looked for some alternatives. Found a flight from Paris to Budapest. So I jumped into the next flight to Paris and waited there. But my phone died, so I had to turn it off for a while, I forgot my charger at home, but yeah now I’m here and I’m sooo sorry!" she explained quickly without taking a breath once.

"You were in an airport. Why didn’t you just buy a new charger?" I had to chuckled at the look on her face "You didn’t think about it…"

"No… I didn’t. I really hope you weren’t too worried…" she looked up at me, an innocent smile on her face.

"Umm- well… maybe a little? But it’s okay now. You’re here. You’re okay. I ordered food. It should be here any minute…" I kissed her cheek and she sighed.

"God yes! I’m starving! I ate half a pastry hours ago and that was it! Let me just take a quick shower. I’m sweaty and messy." she opened up her suitcase and grabbed some fresh clothes before she disappeared into the bathroom.

As soon as the food was delivered we sat down and began eating, while watching a movie. My phone vibrated more than once. But I ignored it and Lizzie didn’t seem to notice. The knock on the door on the other hand, I couldn’t ignore. Lizzie paused the movie and looked at me.

"You want me to go?" she asked when I didn’t made a move.

"No. It’s just… I know who it will be. Just stay back, okay?" she nodded and I got up, opening the door "Sylvia." I said through gritted teeth.

"Oh good, you’re alive. I just came to check in on you, after you didn’t answer your phone. See if you feel better. To come and get you. You know, the dinner?" she said smugly.

"I’m not feeling much better, but thanks for checking in. I was actually sleeping, that’s why I didn’t hear my phone. I had a nice soup, a hot shower and then went straight to bed." I said and she cocked an eyebrow.

"Charles, this dinner is important…" she began.

"So is my health. I’m a driver. I’m here to drive. And if I’m not resting, I’m not fit enough to do just that. That’s why I will go back to bed now. But thank you, really Sylvia, I appreciate it, that you came here, checking on me!" with one last smile I closed the door. I looked through the peephole and when she finally left I turned around, Lizzie looking at me.

"So, what’s going on?" she asked and I sat down next to her.

"They pissed me off. A lot. Now I do the same." I simply said when Lizzie took my hands in hers "It’s nothing, I promise."

"And that has nothing to do with Ferrari kicking me off the jet, but Carlos family was allowed? And Mattia, Laurent and Sylvia?" she asked and I was taken aback, looking at her "Carlos posted a story… that Ferrari reposted… so yeah…"

"That promo shoot was cancelled already on Monday…" I began but she shook her head.

"It’s okay. I’m not even surprised. Don’t worry about it! I’m here now. It’s the last race. Let’s make the best out of it." she smiled at me and I pulled her into my lap, kissing her soft and pillowy lips.

"Let’s make the best out of it…"

The weekend was a disaster. FP1 and FP2 looked promising. But FP3 was a mess. I began Q1 with a bad feeling and little to none confidence. And it ended sooner than hoped and planned.

"I’m out?"

"We’re out."

"No. I’m out. I fucked up. I’m sorry."

I drove back to the pits. Parked the car and got out. Apologised to everyone and left. Julie called after me but I walked off. Away. Just away. I stopped when I had no idea where I was anymore. I sat down on a box. Head in my hands. Last week I said I believed in karma, today it got served. I was becoming too cocky. Too full of myself. And too aggressive. P16. But with the 3 places grid penalty I definitely will get for impeding Carlos? P19. Rightfully so. Today I proved to literally everyone that they were right about me. I did not deserve my seat. Not when I made mistakes like today. Not when I let my emotions get the better of me. And not when I kept driving like today. I simply wasn’t good enough for F1 like this. I groaned and got up. The least I could do now was own up to my mistake.

"Julie? Can we go?" I said quietly and she turned around.

"Sure." was all she said and we walked into the media pen.

I took a deep breath when we walked first to SkyUK and Natalie Pinkham smiled at me.

"Hey Lizzie. Out in Q3 today. For the first time this season. What went wrong out there?"

"I made too many mistakes. First I tried to push too much and spun out. Then I didn’t wait for my race engineer to give me the all clear to join the track again, just drove back on, forcing Carlos to abort his fast lap, then I already had ruined my tires and returned to the pits got a set of new ones and headed out into heavy traffic and when it was time to put it all together I had a major lock up… so yeah I fucked up today. I’m sorry for my team who did everything to set me up perfectly today and I’m also sorry that Carlos had to abort his fast lap, I’m just glad that he still made it into Q2."

"One thing I, and I’m sure everyone else, noticed is that whenever you’re doing amazing on track, when you drive brilliantly, you always highlight that 'we did it' but as soon as it’s not working out as planned you switch to 'I did it, I messed up'."

"Yeah because whenever I do great on track, it’s because my team provides me with the car to do so, with the right strategies, right set-up, it’s a team effort. I’m just driving! But when something happens like today, where my team made everything right and I made a mistake, or more than one, then obviously the only one to blame is myself."

"I said it once before, you’re really harsh on yourself, aren’t you?"

"Rightfully so. There are only 20 seats available in this sport. I’m one of the lucky ones to have the opportunity and drive in F1. Others would kill for this chance. So I have to show that I’m worth of driving here, that I deserve driving here. But today I didn’t do that, today I wasn’t good enough."

"The race is tomorrow and I’m sure you’ll show your worth then!"

"I can only try my best and give 200%."

"I’m sure you will. Good luck for tomorrow, Lizzie."

"Thank you."

I walked together with Julie back in silence, I saw how she wanted to say something but always stopped herself.

"Say it." I said after a while and she looked at me for a moment.

"You’re way too hard on yourself. Don’t look at me like that. Lizzie, just because you had so many good results in the races before, even a win, that doesn’t change the fact that you’re still a rookie! And rookies make mistakes. It’s as easy as that. Stop dragging yourself through the mud! The media is doing that enough already! You had an amazing first half of the season! You can be proud of yourself!"

"Thank you, Julie. Really."

"I just want tomorrow to be over and then summer break here I come!" I said as I leaned against a stack of tyres.

"Oh come on! One screwed up quali isn’t the end of the world!" Matt said and I sighed.

"You still have the race where you can make up some positions!" Paul smiled at me and Matt nodded agreeing.

"Exactly! You got this! I see you tomorrow! Have a good night guys!" with that Matt left and I looked at Paul questioningly.

"You’re not driving back to the hotel with the rest of the crew?"

"No. I have a lot of pent up energy… I don’t want to go back to my hotel room…" Paul said with a grin.

"Umm okay? You’re going for a run then?"

"Hmm I don’t know? But some kind of work out for sure!" he winked at me.

"There’s a gym at the hotel? You know that, right?" I asked as a slightly annoyed Charles walked up to us.

"Can we go?" he asked without paying any attention to Paul.

"Sure. Have a good work out, Paul. See you tomorrow!" I smiled at him and Charles rolled his eyes.

"You up for a drink?" Paul asked me, but Charles shook his head.

"How very nice of you to ask, but we have a race tomorrow, so no drinks for us tonight. Good night." Charles voice was sickeningly nice. Way too nice.

"That’s not what I mea-…" Paul began but Charles had already slung his arm around my shoulder and we walked off towards the parking lot.

"That was so not you?" I said as soon as we sat in the car and Charles looked at me.

"What do you mean?"

"How you declined Paul’s invitation. That was too polite, even for you. Knowing that you seem to have kind of a problem with him."

"Sorry that I don’t really like it when another guy flirts shamelessly with my girlfriend and…"

"He’s not flirting with me! Charles we talked about him being not tired and doing some work out! How is that flirting?"

Charles stopped at a red light and looked at me intently.

"Oh my god… you- you didn’t get it?" Charles laughed.

"Stop laughing! What didn’t I get?" I pouted and he groaned.

"Cara mia, you are- you really didn’t get what he was saying!"

"Okay, can you please explain it to me then?" I was getting annoyed.

"He has pent up energy? He doesn’t want to go back to his hotel room? He wants some kind of work out? The invitation for drinks was actually just for you? Cara mia he meant the kind of work out you’re doing in a bed… oh come on Lizzie! Sex! He meant sex! He wanted to hook up with you!"

"What the fuck? What is wrong with you? Just because we talked about… no. No! You’re jealous over nothing! He didn’t mean- no!" now I really was annoyed.

"Lizzie he is flirting with you ever since he joined the team! You just don’t seem to get it!" Charles groaned.

"He’s not. Okay? End of conversation!" I looked out at the window as we stopped in front of our hotel and I got out. Not waiting for him.

"Lizzie!" Charles sighed as he followed me inside the elevator.

"When you say he keeps on flirting with me for weeks now, it would mean that I have sent him some kind of signals that he thinks that I’m available… and I didn’t do that! So no! He’s not flirting with me!" my voice was shaky. The last time someone said to me I was sending out signals and was flirting with him, although I didn’t do it, or at least thought I didn’t do it, ended up with me pressed against a wall and Diaz kissing me and…

"Hey? Lizzie? What’s going on?" Charles soft voice close to my ear made me stop my train of thoughts and just then I realised that he hugged me "Talk to me? What’s going on? You’re shaking like crazy?"

"Nothing. I’m good. Tired. Exhausted. But I’m good. Sorry. Tough day. Fucking quali." I said quietly but Charles sighed.

"When will you learn to just tell me the truth? Why are you so afraid of letting me in?" we walked to our room, Charles opening the door and letting me in first.

"There is not always a bigger or deeper problem, Charles! I’m annoyed that you think that I would entertain Paul’s flirt attempts and-"

"I didn’t say that? Lizzie, it’s just… you don’t see that he flirts with you, because- Lizzie not everyone is like you. Not everyone has this crazily mesmerising smile that makes who ever receives it feel special, I mean yeah there is another smile, that genuine one, the real one only reserved for some people, but still, your smile is almost intoxicating! And the way you act around people? You’re so carefree. Fun. The sweetest. You don’t have to send out any signals on purpose. Just your whole being is enough. And that’s nothing bad. Because you are like this to almost everyone. But most of the people get that it’s just how you are. But some people on the other hand… they just don’t care… and Paul is one of those guys. He flirts with you… like crazy."

"He’s not." I groaned and Charles rolled his eyes.

"Whatever." he mumbled and took off his jacket.

"Even if he would flirt with me, I wouldn’t care? I love you! And you know that? Why are you even worried?" I looked at him.

"Because it sucks! The way he looks at you, how he follows your every move. I’m not worried that you would do something, I’m annoyed that he thinks that he has a chance! Would he knew about me, he would stay the hell away from you!" he let out and I culled his cheeks.

"I love you. YOU. And if every single guy on this planet would flirt with me, I still wouldn’t care. They’re not you. I want you. Just you. Okay?" I smiled at him and he sighed, pressing his forehead against mine.

"Okay…" Charles said after a while and I nodded.

"Okay."

I woke up and checked the time. The alarm would go off in 25 minutes, no use to try to fall asleep again. I got up and had a shower, getting ready for the day. When I walked out the bathroom Charles sat on the bed. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Good morning, sleepy boy." I said and cupped his cheek, stroking it gently.

"Morning." he mumbled, easing into my touch "Since when are you awake?"

"Maybe half an hour? I didn’t want to wake you up, you looked so cozy." I smiled at him and he yawned.

"Would be even more cozy with you next to me." he got up, stretching his muscles before he disappeared into the bathroom to get ready. I packed my bag and as soon as Charles was ready we left, driving to the track. As soon as we entered the paddock Charles was swarmed by fans, with some fans of myself waiting as well.

"At every race there are more and more fans of yours! They finally start to support you the way you deserve it, cara mia!" Charles smiled at me as we walked to the team hospitalities.

"Yeah. I noticed that. It’s amazing, really! But also scary, because now there are even more people that I don’t want to disappoint!"

"You’re amazing! You won’t disappoint anyone! You’ll be in the points today! I know it! See you later, alright? Send me a text when you want me to show up!" he squeezed my arm and I waved him off, entering the Audi hospitality. I went straight to my room and sat down. Starting today from P19. 9 positions to points. I wish I could have as much faith in me as Charles had. But I had to at least try it. I had to give my all. And then the rest would come on its own.

"Lizzie? Your guests have arrived." Julie knocked at my door and I nodded.

"I’ll be down in a minute." I pulled over a team shirt, texted Charles and then left my room, following Julie. She stood there with a quiet handsome man and a young boy, who looked just like Elodie. His eyes wides when he saw me and I waved.

"Hi, you must be Pascal? I’m Lizzie! Your mum and sister told me a lot about you!" I stretched my hand out and he took it with a shaky hand.

"H- Hi, yeah I’m Pascal…" he said shyly and I looked at his dad.

"Hi Lizzie, thank you so much for having us here today! I’m Jacques." he offered me his hand and I shook it.

"Hi Jacques, nice to meet you!" I smiled at him and we began our little tour through the hospitality first, and then through our garage. The father son duo asking excitedly question after question. Some of them even I couldn’t answer, so I always asked someone around us to help out.

"Oh hi Lizzie, who are your guests?" Paul smiled at me as I approached him and the rest of my mechanics, working at my car.

"These are Jacques and Pascal. They are huge F1 fans!" I said and the young boy nodded.

"Who’s your favourite driver?" Paul asked.

"Charles Leclerc!" Pascal said quickly but then looked at me apologetic "And right after Charles, Lizzie!"

"It’s okay, I’ll tell you a secret, he’s my favourite driver as well." I chuckled and I could see Paul rolling his eyes out of the corner of my eyes.

"Yeah he’s not bad I guess…" he said.

"Do you want to sit in my car?" I asked and the kid jumped up and down in excitement.

"Yes! Please! That would be so cool!" he almost shouted it and I laughed, helping him in my car, explaining some of the buttons on my steering wheel.

"Dude! You can’t just walk in here like that?" I heard Paul somewhere behind me and turned around, he was blocking Charles from entering the garage.

"Actually, yes I can." Charles said, walking past him, Paul was about to say something but Matt shook his head.

"Charles is the only exception, mate, he can come and go whenever he wants." Matt explained but Paul just scoffed and walked away, mumbling some incoherent words.

"I heard there is a huge fan of me here today?" Charles asked and Pascals eyes widened, his mouth hanging open.

"Oh my god! You’re Charles! Charles Leclerc! Oh my god!" he screeched and Charles bent over, helping him out of the cockpit.

"That’s me, hi." Charles smiled and Pascal just stared at him "How did you like your little tour so far?"

"It was amazing! We’ve seen so many cool things and I was in the car and then you and Lizzie and the race! It’s so cool!" the young boys excitement was contagious.

After a big photo session and the signing of literally everything Pascal could find Charles and I had to leave for the drivers parade.

"Julie will show you where you can watch the race. You can stay here in the garage or go to the grand stand or switch in between. Whatever you want to do! I see you guys later!" I hugged Pascal one last time and then left, Charles waiting for me.

"Ready? Last race day?" he asked and I nodded.

"Ready!"

I switched everything off, shaking my head. Just a little more pace at the end and it would be P9. But at least Charles was right. I made it into the points. Barely. I sighed and saw Charles walking back to me. I unbuckled my seat belt, steering wheel out and stood up.

"P6? You were leading for a while? What happened?" I asked him as soon as I got out of my car, while he waited for me.

"A shit strategy happened." was all he said as we walked to our weighing.

"So nothing new then." I joked.

"Very funny." he was annoyed.

"I’m joking. Okay? I mean not really, but…" the look on Charles face made me stop. Before I could say anything he walked off and congratulated Max, Lewis and George and I followed him.

As soon as I hugged Max lastly I looked around for Charles, standing at the side, putting his watch and bracelets back on.

"I’m sorry, I didn’t want to tease you… it’s just, they screw you over again and again…" I began but Charles just sighed.

"I know, okay? I know! I just… I don’t want to hear it all the time!" he said and I cocked an eyebrow.

"From who? Me? You don’t want to hear it from me? Or what do you mean?" I asked.

"I know that our strategies are a mess! I’m the one who’s being screwed over by it. I don’t need to be reminded constantly! And I know that I will be as soon as this day’s over and it’s all over the media… you having said your part as well then… so I just… I don’t need to hear it twice." he groaned.

"Right. Well then I guess I better go and tell the media my opinion on how my boyfriend gets screwed over by his own team, you can read it then later on." and with that I walked off.

"Lizzie…" I heard him call out but I ignored him. Walking straight back to my garage, preparing for the interviews. Or rather preparing myself to not say anything about Ferrari, even when asked.

"What do you say about the Ferraris today?"

"They finished ahead?"

"Tyre choice?"

"Umm? I don’t know? What was with the tyres?"

"They pitted Charles for hard tyres at his second stop."

"Hard? The slow as f-… slow hard tyres? Why would they do that?

"No explanation given."

"Ferrari doing Ferrari things."

"They pitted Carlos for softs."

"Did they now? Interesting. But I don’t know what their strategy was. I don’t know what they had planned. So I can’t comment on that. Thank you."

I walked away. I already said enough. I saw Charles looking at me the whole time but did my best to ignore him. I knew that he didn’t want to let his frustration out on me. And I shouldn’t be mad about it. But something about what he said had stung. I didn’t even know what. When I returned to our hospitality I went straight into my room and got out of my suit, jumping under the shower to freshen up a little. Fully dressed I sat down next to Valtteri and our race debrief began.

"Lizzie? You’re okay?" Valtteri said after a while and I looked up. The room empty, only us two left.

"Yeah. Sure." I said and stretched a little.

"Come on, what’s going on?"

"Charles and I we had a little… I don’t even know how to call it… fight? Confrontation? Disagreement?" I sighed.

"Can I ask you something?" he looked me in the eyes and I nodded "You and Charles. Something has changed. Before Miami you never really cared how you hugged each other, or how you looked at each other. But since then? You’re more cautious. Careful with what you say, careful how to behave when you’re around each other… is that because you and Charles… are you two dating since Miami?"

"Umm- I… we didn’t- yeah. We are." I stuttered a little bit Valtteri just smiled.

"I’m happy for you guys, everyone knew that there is something special between you."

"Thanks Valtteri… but umm- as you might know, no one, or almost no one, knows about us…"

"I get that. You’re already a target for the media. Dating a fellow driver? I don’t even want to imagine how they would treat you then, considering on how they treat you already. It’s not right. They’re not right in general. What they say? Bullshit. I’ve never seen someone work this hard! You spent hours and hours in the sim to understand every little vibration of the car, you spent a lot of time with the engineers to know everything about every single part so you know on what to look while driving, to give the most detailed feedback. And then the way you’re driving? Outstanding. You’re amazing and I feel like you’re not getting the praise that you deserve."

"Okay. Stop now! You gonna make me cry!" I blushed hard. Eyes getting teary.

"Crying is nothing bad. It shows that you care. That this whole thing means something to you. That this is what you love to do most."

"I guess no one of us would be here if racing wouldn’t be our first love." I chuckled and Valtteri nodded.

"Yeah. But for you it’s not just racing. For you it’s more. It’s proving yourself over and over again. Something you shouldn’t have to do, but unfortunately with the way people are treating you… yeah. It’s a lot. But you’re doing amazing! You can be proud of yourself!"

"Thanks Valtteri! Really!" I smiled a little and he shook his head.

"This whole thing, F1, being a racing driver. It’s a lot. There are things about this life, not many know about it… it’s not all glitz and glamour. I’ve seen what people write about you. The things they call you. I know how that must make you feel. I’ve been through something similar. I got a lot of shit for my weight and how it would affect my performance… so I kinda developed an eating disorder. It was all in my early days in F1, when the pressure is this high, every little comment I would analyse and think about… so yeah, I started to work out obsessively, ate little to nothing, thinking this was the right way… but it wasn’t, of course not. So, if you ever feel like this? Like these comments weigh you down, the horrible things they say? You can always call me, okay? I don’t want you to go through the same shit like me, little one!" Valtteri looked at me sincerely and I felt tears in my eyes.

"Thank you, for sharing this with me… and thank you for being there if I need you! It’s… well I had an eating disorder myself… before my accident. It was horrible. Some comments were made and I believed them. It was all in my head, I know that now. But arg the time? No, I looked into the mirror and knew that it’s too much. Too much of everything… it was a fight, overcoming it… and even sometimes now my mind goes back to this mindset, thinking that a few pound less wouldn’t be a bad thing. But I’m in a much better place now, knowing that this voice inside my head isn’t always giving the best of advice… so I don’t listen. And if it’s hard to ignore, then I’ll talk to someone, knowing that you’re now one of these people feels good, someone who’s been through the same…"

"It really feels good to know… and now, I think we’ve earned our summer break! Come one! Let’s go!" he said and got up, pulling me off my chair and I hugged Valtteri.

"Go back to the hotel, calm down, give Charles some space and he will be by your side faster than you think!" Valtteri waved goodbye when he left the room and I took a deep breath, gathering my bag and belongings and left the track. Alone. Valtteri was right, I should give Charles a little time to cool down. He would come back to the hotel when he was ready. I took a long hot shower and ordered some food, put on a movie and snuggled into the sofa when I got a text from Kika, Pierre’s girlfriend, asking what Charles and I had planned tonight. I told her that Charles was still at the track, according to his text from earlier that he would come back late and I shouldn’t wait for him, Ferrari had a long meeting tonight. She asked if I wanted to join her and Pierre but I declined politely. I wasn’t in the mood to party. I just wanted to eat my food and watch a movie. All by myself.

Charles POV:

I sat in my room. Staring at my phone. Lizzie ignored me the whole time since after the race, not once spared me a glance in the media pen. Rightfully so. I was frustrated. I was screwed over again. Lately something that happens a lot. And I let it out on her. The only one who spoke up for me. All the time.

"Charles? We’re heading back to the hotel now? You coming?" Andreas head popped in and I shook my head.

"No, I’ll stay a little longer. See you tomorrow."

"Good night." Andrea left and I shot a short text to Lizzie. Just letting her know that it would be late until I came back. I wanted to give her some space. I left the track and drove straight to a pub. A small, dimly lit, Irish pub. Couple of streets away from our hotel. I sat down at the counter and ordered a whiskey and a beer. Not that I was a fan of it, but I needed something strong and something to wash it down. After the first whiskey, the second quickly followed. The bartender was about to hand me the third when my phone rang. Pierre. I sighed and picked up.

"Pierre."

"Charles? Where are you? Kika texted with Lizzie? Asking if you guys want to come with us partying? But you’re not with her? And she doesn’t know where you are? Where are you?"

"I don’t know. A bar. It’s nice. No one cares for me here. But you know what? It’s basically like at Ferrari. No one cares for me there as well…" I downed the third whiskey, signing to the bartender for the fourth, taking another sip of my beer.

"Ok. Umm Charles, you sound a little drunk? Are you okay?"

"I’m fine. Totally fine. The Publin is a nice place. Everyone is super friendly."

"Publin?"

"Yeah it’s funny isn’t it? It’s a mix of Pub and Dublin because it’s an Irish pub. Clever! That’s what these people are! Clever!"

"Okay, Charles, stay there and have a little more fun!"

"Will do! Have a nice evening with Kika! Tell her I really like her! You’re different with her! More laid back, fun. That’s good. Really good."

"Okay, I’ll tell her. Take care Charles!"

"Take care yourself!" I hung up right as I got the fourth whiskey "Thank you."

After a while I lost count on how many drinks I had, I just finished a beer as someone clapped on my back and I turned around.

"PIERRE! What are you doing here?" I got up and hugged him.

"Taking care that you won’t do anything stupid." he said and sat down ordering a drink.

"You’re a bit late for that." I sighed and Pierre cocked an eyebrow "Where were you after the race? Making sure I won’t let out my anger and frustration with my team on Lizzie."

"What did you do?"

"Well, my besties Sylvia and Mattia wanted that I talk to Lizzie. Make her stop criticising dear old Ferrari in public? Of course I don’t want to do that because she’s just defending me. God she’s so brave! And witty. Is that a word? Witty? If it is one, it’s Lizzie. And if not, it’s Lizzie." I took another swig of the beer, emptying it.

"So you told her off and she’s mad? I honestly can’t believe that? She would be mad at Ferrari? Not at you?"

"Yeah well I didn’t tell her. But after the race. When Sylvia saw me with Lizzie and gave me her look I just knew that she would be a pain in the ass later on, so I was frustrated, I mean the race itself was frustrating enough, but yeah I don’t know, I said something to Lizzie, that she doesn’t have to tease me now with the incapability of my team, I’ll just read it later from the news, because she will have her say in it anyways… so yeah. I’m an asshole." I closed my eyes and shook my head slightly, making my world spin.

"Oh come on, she was maybe a little mad, but that’s it."

"No. I think she was more hurt than mad? Which is even worse! Oh wait I got a text… oh it’s from Max? He’s asking where we are, they rented out the VIP area at a club…"

"Don’t you think you had enough? And also, don’t you think you should go back to Lizzie?"

"I’m giving her space! And now let’s go! The night is young! Let’s have some fun."

"I’m coming! God!" I pulled one of Charles hoodies over my head and sprinted to the door, opening it to a very drunk Charles, a smile bigger than the whole sky on his face and a very apologetic looking Pierre.

"Mon amour, I’m sorry that you are so stupid!" he slurred in a very heavily accented French "It’s not your fault! It’s Ferrari! The Scuuuderia! You know? The horse team?"

"Calamar, you just called your girlfriend stupid…" Pierre whispered while helping him on the couch.

"What? No? I meant I’m stupid? Lizzie? Stupid? She’s smart! You’re a funny guy Pierre! That’s why I like you… maybe even more!" Charles laughed and I looked at Pierre.

"What the fuck happened?"

"Umm? He got drunk? Because, his words, he’s an asshole who doesn’t deserve you? And if you would never talk to him again, he would deserve it?" Pierre said and I sighed.

"You’re a drama queen, Charles Leclerc!" I said and looked at him, while he held his hands up, making a frame and looking through it.

"No! You’re a queen! A sassy, beautiful, talented, strong, smart, sexy, oh so damn sexy, amazing and gorgeous queen! My queen!" he laughed and I blushed.

"Okay, that’s my cue to leave. Good night!" Pierre kissed my cheek and Charles whined as he walked off.

"Where’s my kiss?" he pouted and I burst out laughing.

"You heard him Pierre, where is his kiss?"

"I’m not drunk enough for that."

"Oh come on, you’re French? You basically kiss everyone all the time…" I joked and he groaned, while Charles was still pouting and making grabby hands.

"I hate you. Both." he chuckled and gave Charles a kiss on his cheek "Happy?"

"Very." Charles smiled and turned around, snuggling into the pillows "Mhhh they smell like Lizzie!"

"Yeah, I should leave!" Pierre waved one last time before he walked out and closed the door.

"Charles? Come on, let’s take a shower and then off to bed, how does that sound?" I held out my hand and he looked at it.

"Are we getting naked?" he wiggled his eyebrows, or more so he tried to.

"No, you are getting naked. I already took a shower hours ago. So up up you go." I pulled him up and he groaned. I lead him to the bathroom and helped him strip out of his clothes "Stand still! You’re worse than Liam!"

"Hey!" he pouted again and I laughed.

"It’s funny how I’m not allowed to pout while you do it quite a lot…"

"Because you look hot when you pout and I look… goofy…" he said while looking in the mirror behind me.

"Okay… whatever you say." I opened the shower door and gently pushed him in "Please sit down on the bench. I don’t want you to slip and fall. Thank you. Go ahead… I’ll be right back."

Showering and dressing up a semi drunk Charles was a task I would definitely compare to taking care of a toddler and when I finally plopped down next to Charles in the bed I was exhausted. I set my alarm and switched off the light.

"Mon amour?" Charles whispered and I heard the sheets rustling.

"Hmm?"

"I’m sorry, for what I said after the race… I shouldn’t have let my anger and frustration out on you. You out of all people… I know Ferrari said that I should tell you to stop criticising the team publicly, but I’m not doing that. You’re allowed to speak your mind… and I should be thankful that at least one person has my back and fights for me. I’m sorry… I really am."

"Charles, it’s…"

"No, it’s not okay. I should’ve never said that! I can’t even tell you how happy I am that I’m having such an amazing girlfriend! I love you, mon amour." he searched in the dark for my hand and as soon as he grasped it he pulled it to his face, kissing my knuckles.

"I love you too, Charlie. And it’s okay, really! Now sleep my pretty boy." I leaned over and kissed his cheek and he pulled me into him, my head on his chest.

I heard his heart beating beneath me, felt the slow rise and fall of his chest and after a while I heard his soft snores. I laid there for some time, sleep wouldn’t find me. I had to think of his words. Ferrari told him to shut me up? To tell me to stop criticising them publicly. Probably even threatened him with repercussions, just like I knew Sylvia. Maybe I should tone my criticism down a little. Or at least I could try it. A tender kiss on my forehead made me realise that Charles was awake and I tilted my head up a little.

"You think so loud, I couldn’t sleep…" he whispered in the dark and I chuckled.

"I’m sorry! I just… I’m just so happy that it’s summer break now. I really need to reset."

"I know. It was a crazy first half of the season. The next 3 weeks are just about us. Our families. Our friends. Sun. Beach. Fun. Relaxation."

"And you’re still not telling me what you have planned?"

"Just know that the first week will be family time. We’re all together!" another kiss on my forehead.

"Sounds good."

"Yep, it does."

"Summer break. Here we come."

Little Note:

Chapter 22 - a little filler chapter with not much happening besides the Ferrari drama… next chapter: SUMMER BREAK. Sun. Fun. Fluff. A lot of fluff. No really. SO. MUCH. FLUFF. (and maybe a little … ?)

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