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Be My Sanctuary
Charles Leclerc x Reader
Summary: Charles never expected to play Prince Charming to a stranger after a race, but when he comes across you being beaten by your boyfriend, he canât just stand around and do nothing ⌠it turns out to be exactly what you both needed
Warnings: domestic violence, abuse, and serious injury
The sun dips low on the horizon as Charles Leclerc and Fred Vasseur make their way back to the Ferrari motorhome. The air buzzes with post-race energy, a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration.
âThat was some driving out there,â Fred says, clapping the MonĂŠgasque on the back. âP2 is nothing to sneeze at.â
Charles grins, his eyes bright despite the fatigue etched on his face. âMerci beaucoup. It felt good to be back on the podium. I think weâre really starting to find our rhythm with the car.â
âAgreed. If we can keep this momentum going-â
A sharp crack cuts through the air, followed by a cry of pain that makes both men freeze in their tracks.
Charlesâ head whips around. âDid you hear that?â
Fred nods, his expression grim. âIt came from over there.â He points towards a secluded area behind one of the hospitality units.
Without hesitation, they break into a run, rounding the corner just in time to see a manâs hand connect with a womanâs face. The sound of the impact turns Charlesâ stomach.
âYou stupid bitch!â The man screams, his face contorted with rage. âDo you have any idea how much money I lost because of you? I told you not to come to the race! Youâre bad luck!â
You stumble backward, your hand pressed to your cheek. âI-Iâm sorry,â you stammer. âI didnât mean to-â
âShut up!â The man lunges forward, grabbing you by the arms and shaking you violently. âYou cost me everything!â
Charles feels a surge of anger course through him. Without thinking, he sprints towards the pair, Fred close on his heels.
âHey!â Charles shouts. âLet her go!â
The manâs head snaps up, his eyes wild. For a split second, he looks startled, but then his face twists into a snarl. Before Charles can reach them, the man slams your head against the brick wall with a sickening thud.
You crumple to the ground, unmoving.
Charles tackles the man, driving him away from the fallen woman. They hit the ground hard, and Charles feels the air rush out of his lungs. But adrenaline keeps him moving, and he manages to pin the larger man down.
âFred!â He calls out. âCheck on her!â
As Charles struggles to keep the man subdued, he hears Fredâs sharp intake of breath.
âCharles, sheâs not responding. Thereâs ... thereâs a lot of blood.â
The words send a chill down Charlesâ spine. He glances over his shoulder and sees you lying motionless on the ground, a dark pool spreading beneath your head.
âSomeone call an ambulance!â Charles shouts, hoping someone nearby will hear. He turns back to the man beneath him, whoâs still thrashing and cursing. âStop moving!â Charles hisses, pressing his forearm against the manâs chest.
âGet off me!â The man spits. âThis is none of your business!â
Charles feels a fresh wave of rage wash over him. âNone of my business? You just assaulted someone!â
Fredâs voice cuts through the chaos. âIâve called for help. Theyâre on their way.â Heâs kneeling beside you now, his jacket pressed against your head. âBut it doesnât look good. She needs immediate medical attention.â
The sound of running footsteps approaches, and suddenly there are more people around them. Charles recognizes some of the faces â other drivers, team personnel. Someone pulls him off the attacker, whoâs quickly restrained by security.
Charles stumbles to his feet, his heart pounding. He makes his way over to where you lie, dropping to his knees beside Fred.
âIs she ...â He canât bring himself to finish the question.
Fred shakes his head. âSheâs alive, but barely. We need to keep pressure on the wound until the paramedics arrive.â
Charles nods, placing his hands over Fredâs on the makeshift compress. He looks down at your face, so pale and still. âHold on,â he whispers. âJust hold on.â
The wait for the ambulance feels interminable. Charles keeps his eyes fixed on your chest, watching for the slight rise and fall that tells him youâre still breathing. Heâs vaguely aware of the commotion around them â people asking questions, security trying to keep everyone back.
âWhat happened?â Itâs Lewisâ voice, tinged with concern.
Fred answers, his voice low and tight. âDomestic violence. The boyfriend ...â He trails off, but the implication is clear.
âJesus,â Lewis mutters. âIs there anything we can do?â
Charles looks up, meeting Lewisâ worried gaze. âJust ... pray, I guess.â
The sound of sirens cuts through the air, growing louder by the second. Charles feels a small measure of relief, but itâs quickly overshadowed by fear as he looks back down at you.
âStay with us,â he murmurs. âHelp is coming. Just stay with us.â
The paramedics arrive in a flurry of activity, gently but firmly moving Charles and Fred aside. Charles watches, feeling helpless, as they work on you with practiced efficiency.
âSevere head trauma,â one of them says. âWe need to move her now.â
As they lift you onto a stretcher, Charles catches a glimpse of your face. Thereâs a bruise blooming on your cheek, stark against your pale skin. Something twists in his chest, a mixture of anger and an emotion he canât quite name.
âIâm going with her,â he says suddenly, surprising himself.
Fred puts a hand on his shoulder. âCharles, I donât think-â
âI need to make sure sheâs okay,â Charles insists. He looks at Fred, pleading. âSomeone needs to be there for her.â
After a moment, Fred nods. âAlright. Iâll handle things here and meet you at the hospital.â
Charles climbs into the ambulance, his eyes never leaving your still form. As the doors close and the vehicle lurches into motion, he reaches out and gently takes your hand.
âI donât know if you can hear me,â he says softly, âbut youâre not alone. Iâm right here with you. And I promise, youâre going to be okay.â
As the ambulance speeds through the streets, sirens wailing, Charles finds himself holding onto your hand like a lifeline. Heâs not sure if heâs trying to comfort you or himself.
The paramedic working on you glances at Charles. âYou know her?â
Charles shakes his head. âNo, I ... we just found her. Her boyfriend was ...â He swallows hard. âWe stopped him, but not soon enough.â
The paramedicâs face softens with understanding. âYou did the right thing. You probably saved her life by intervening when you did.â
Charles nods, but the words bring little comfort. He canât shake the image of your head hitting the wall, the sound it made. He squeezes your hand gently.
âFight,â he whispers. âPlease fight.â
The rest of the ride passes in a blur of medical jargon and the steady beep of monitors. When they finally arrive at the hospital, Charles is ushered into a waiting room while youâre rushed into emergency surgery.
He paces the small room, unable to sit still. His mind races with questions. Who are you? Why would someone do this to you? Will you be okay?
Time seems to stretch endlessly. Charles checks his phone, sees messages from Fred and other concerned friends, but he canât bring himself to respond yet. Not until he knows something.
Finally, after what feels like hours, a doctor approaches him. Charles stands, his heart in his throat.
âAre you here for the young woman brought in with head trauma?â The doctor asks.
Charles nods. âYes. Is she ...â
âSheâs out of surgery,â the doctor says. âWeâve managed to relieve the pressure on her brain, but the next 24 hours will be critical. Are you family?â
Charles hesitates. âNo, I ... I was there when it happened. I rode here with her in the ambulance.â
The doctorâs expression softens slightly. âI see. Well, I can tell you that sheâs stable for now, but still unconscious. Weâll be monitoring her closely.â
âCan I see her?â The words are out of Charlesâ mouth before he can think better of it.
The doctor considers for a moment. âNormally we only allow family, but ... given the circumstances, I think we can make an exception. Just for a few minutes.â
Charles follows the doctor down a series of hallways, his heart pounding. When they reach your room, he pauses at the doorway, suddenly unsure.
âGo on,â the doctor says gently. âTalk to her. Sometimes patients can hear even when theyâre unconscious.â
Taking a deep breath, Charles steps into the room. The sight of you lying there, surrounded by machines, makes his chest tighten. He moves to your bedside, carefully taking your hand once more.
âHey,â he says softly. âItâs Charles. The guy from before. I donât know if you remember, but ... Iâm here. Youâre safe now.â
He stands there for a long moment, just holding your hand and watching the steady rise and fall of your chest. Itâs strange, he thinks, to feel so connected to someone heâs never even spoken to.
âI donât know your story,â he continues, his voice barely above a whisper. âBut I want you to know that you didnât deserve this. No one does. And when you wake up â because you will wake up â you wonât be alone. I promise.â
A nurse appears in the doorway, signaling that his time is up. Charles gives your hand one last gentle squeeze before reluctantly letting go.
As he leaves the room, he turns back for one last look. âIâll be back,â he says. âStay strong.â
Walking back to the waiting room, Charles feels a mix of emotions he canât quite sort out. But one thing is clear â something has changed. And whatever happens next, he knows heâll be there to see it through.
***
Days blend into one another as Charles maintains his vigil at your bedside. The rest of the Formula 1 circus has long since departed, but Charles canât bring himself to leave. Heâs made arrangements with the team, grateful for their understanding, and settled into a routine of sorts.
Each morning, he arrives at the hospital with fresh flowers and a determination that today might be the day you wake up. He talks to you, reads to you, and sometimes just sits in companionable silence, the steady beep of monitors a constant backdrop.
On the fifth day, as Charles is midway through reading an article about the benefits of having a dachshund, he notices a slight change. Your fingers twitch, almost imperceptibly. He leans forward, heart racing.
âHey,â he says softly, taking your hand. âCan you hear me? If you can, squeeze my hand.â
For a long moment, nothing happens. Then, so faintly he almost misses it, he feels a gentle pressure against his palm. His breath catches in his throat.
âThatâs it,â he encourages. âYouâre doing great. Can you open your eyes for me?â
Slowly, painfully slowly, your eyelids flutter open. Your gaze is unfocused at first, confusion evident in your expression as you try to make sense of your surroundings.
âItâs okay,â Charles says, keeping his voice low and soothing. âYouâre in the hospital. Youâre safe now.â
You blink a few times, your gaze finally settling on Charles. Your brow furrows slightly, and you open your mouth to speak, but no sound comes out.
âDonât try to talk just yet,â Charles advises. âYour throat might be sore from the tube. Here.â He reaches for a cup of water with a straw, holding it to your lips. âSmall sips, okay?â
You take a tentative sip, wincing slightly. After a moment, you try again to speak. Your voice is raspy, barely above a whisper. âWho ...â
âIâm Charles,â he says. âI was there when ... when you got hurt. Do you remember anything?â
You close your eyes, a pained expression crossing your face. âJake,â you murmur. âHe was angry ...â
Charles feels a flare of anger at the mention of your boyfriendâs name, but he keeps his voice calm. âThatâs right. He hurt you pretty badly. But youâre safe now. He canât get to you here.â
You shake your head slightly, wincing at the movement. âIt wasnât his fault,â you say. âHe just ... he gets upset sometimes. I shouldnât have gone to the race. I knew it would make him angry.â
Charles frowns, recognizing the pattern of self-blame common in abuse victims. He takes a deep breath, choosing his words carefully. âListen,â he says gently. âWhat happened to you wasnât your fault. No matter how angry someone gets, they donât have the right to hurt you. Ever.â
You look away, tears welling up in your eyes. âYou donât understand. Jake ... he loves me. He just has a temper sometimes.â
âLove shouldnât hurt,â Charles says firmly. âLove doesnât leave you in the hospital with a skull fracture.â
Your eyes widen slightly at this information. âIs that ... is that what happened to me?â
Charles nods solemnly. âYouâve been unconscious for five days. The doctors ... they werenât sure if youâd wake up at all.â
A tear slips down your cheek. âI donât ... I donât know what to do now.â
âYou press charges,â Charles says without hesitation. âWhat he did to you was a crime. He needs to face the consequences of his actions.â
You shake your head frantically, wincing again at the movement. âNo, I canât. Heâd be so angry. He ...â
âHe would what?â Charles presses gently. âHurt you again? Thatâs exactly why you need to do this. To protect yourself and maybe even others.â
Youâre quiet for a long moment, tears falling silently. âIâm scared,â you finally whisper.
Charles squeezes your hand. âI know. And thatâs okay. Being scared doesnât mean youâre weak. It means youâre human. But youâre stronger than you know. You survived this. You can survive what comes next, too.â
âBut where would I go?â You ask, your voice small. âJake ... he made me drop out of school. I had to quit my job. I donât have anywhere to go, or any money, or ...â
Your words trail off as a fresh wave of tears overtakes you. Charles feels a surge of protectiveness, coupled with a deep anger at the man who has left you in this situation.
âHey,â he says softly, waiting until you meet his gaze. âI know weâve only just met, and this might sound crazy, but ... what if you came to stay with me for a while?â
You blink in surprise. âWhat?â
âI live in Monaco,â Charles explains. âI know itâs far from here, but maybe thatâs a good thing. It would give you some distance, some time to figure things out without having to worry about ... about him finding you.â
âBut ... but I couldnât,â you stammer. âI donât have any money, I canât pay rent or-â
Charles shakes his head. âIâm not asking for rent. Iâm offering you a safe place to stay while you get back on your feet. No strings attached.â
You look at him skeptically. âWhy would you do that for a stranger?â
Charles is quiet for a moment, considering his answer. âBecause when I saw what was happening to you, I couldnât just walk away. And I canât walk away now, knowing you need help. Maybe itâs not my place, maybe itâs crossing some line, but ... I want to help. If youâll let me.â
Youâre silent for a long moment, and Charles can almost see the wheels turning in your mind as you weigh your options.
âWhat about your job?â You finally ask. âDonât you have races to go to?â
Charles nods. âI do. But I have a big apartment, and thereâs plenty of room. Youâd have your own space. And when Iâm away for races, I have friends who could check in on you, make sure you have everything you need.â
You bite your lip, looking torn. âI donât know ... itâs a lot to take in.â
âOf course,â Charles says quickly. âYou donât have to decide right now. Take some time to think about it. But know that the offer is there if you want it.â
Just then, a nurse enters the room. Her face lights up when she sees youâre awake. âWell, look whoâs back with us,â she says warmly. âIâll go get the doctor. Heâll want to check you over.â
As the nurse leaves, you turn back to Charles. âYou should go,â you say. âYouâve already done so much. You donât need to stay.â
Charles stands, but he doesnât move towards the door. âIâll step out while the doctor examines you,â he says. âBut if itâs okay with you, Iâd like to come back after. We can talk more about ... everything.â
You hesitate for a moment before nodding. âOkay,â you say softly. âAnd ... thank you. For being here. For caring.â
Charles feels a warmth spread through his chest. âOf course,â he says. âIâll be right outside if you need anything.â
As he steps into the hallway, Charles takes a deep breath. He knows heâs getting involved in a complicated situation, one that could have far-reaching consequences. But looking back at you through the doorway, he knows heâs made the right choice. Whatever comes next, heâll be there to help you through it.
The doctor arrives, and Charles settles into a chair in the hallway. He pulls out his phone, scrolling through the messages heâs neglected over the past few days. Thereâs one from Fred, asking for an update. Charles types out a quick reply.
Sheâs awake. Itâs complicated, but I think sheâs going to be okay. Iâll call you later with details.
As he hits send, Charles leans back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. He knows the road ahead wonât be easy, for either of you. But for the first time in days, he feels a spark of hope. Itâs a start, he thinks. And sometimes, thatâs all you need.
***
The sunlight glints off the sleek exterior of the private jet as Charles helps you up the stairs. He can feel the slight tremor in your hand as he guides you inside, noting the way your eyes dart nervously around the cabin.
âWelcome aboard,â Charles says with a warm smile, hoping to put you at ease. âMake yourself comfortable. Weâve got a bit of a flight ahead of us.â
You nod, your lips pressed into a thin line as you sink into one of the plush leather seats. Charles settles in across from you, watching as you fumble with the seatbelt.
âHere, let me help,â he offers, leaning forward to assist. As he clicks the belt into place, he notices your knuckles turning white as you grip the armrests. âFirst time flying?â He asks gently.
You let out a shaky laugh. âIs it that obvious?â
Charles shakes his head, his expression kind. âNot at all. But I fly a lot, so Iâve gotten pretty good at spotting nervous passengers.â
The engines roar to life, and you jump slightly in your seat. âIâm sorry,â you mutter, looking embarrassed. âI didnât realize Iâd be this scared.â
âHey, no need to apologize,â Charles assures you. âItâs a completely normal fear. Did you know that even some drivers get nervous on planes?â
Your eyebrows raise in surprise. âReally? But you guys race at insane speeds for a living.â
Charles chuckles. âI know, it sounds crazy. But itâs true. I think itâs about control. In a car, weâre in charge. On a plane, we have to trust someone else.â
You nod, seeming to relax slightly at his words. But as the plane begins to taxi, your grip on the armrests tightens again.
âSo,â Charles says, leaning forward slightly. âTell me about what you were studying before ... well, before everything happened.â
You look at him, confusion briefly replacing the fear in your eyes. âWhat?â
âYou mentioned you had to drop out of school,â Charles explains. âWhat were you studying?â
A small laugh escapes you, tinged with irony. âYouâre going to think this is ridiculous, but ... I was studying law.â
Charlesâ eyebrows shoot up. âLaw? Thatâs impressive. Why would I think itâs ridiculous?â
You shrug, a hint of sadness creeping into your expression. âJust seems a bit ironic now, doesnât it? Studying law and then ending up in a situation like ... like mine.â
The plane begins to accelerate down the runway, and you squeeze your eyes shut, your breath coming in short gasps.
âHey,â Charles says softly, reaching across to place his hand over yours. âLook at me. Itâs okay. Weâre okay.â
You open your eyes, meeting his gaze. Charles can see the fear there, but also a flicker of determination.
âThatâs it,â he encourages. âNow, tell me more about your law studies. What made you choose that field?â
You take a deep breath, clearly making an effort to focus on the conversation rather than the planeâs ascent. âIâve always been interested in justice, I guess. Helping people who canât help themselves. I wanted to make a difference.â
Charles nods, a small smile playing at his lips. âThatâs admirable. And you know what? I donât think itâs ironic at all that you were studying law. If anything, I think it shows how strong you are.â
The plane levels off, and some of the tension leaves your body. âWhat do you mean?â
âWell,â Charles says, leaning back in his seat but keeping his hand on yours, âyou chose a field dedicated to justice and helping others. That takes courage and compassion. The fact that you ended up in a difficult situation doesnât change who you are at your core.â
Youâre quiet for a moment, considering his words. âI never thought about it like that,â you admit.
âHave you thought about going back to school?â Charles asks. âFinishing your degree?â
You shake your head, a flash of pain crossing your face. âI canât. I donât have the money, and even if I did, I canât go back to my old university. Jake ... he knows where it is. Heâd find me.â
Charles nods, understanding. âWhat if you didnât have to go back to your old university? What if you could start fresh somewhere new?â
You look at him skeptically. âWhat do you mean?â
âWell,â Charles says, his mind racing with possibilities, âthere are online programs you could look into. Or, if you prefer in-person classes, thereâs the International University of Monaco. Itâs a great school, and it would be close to where youâll be staying.â
Your eyes widen slightly. âMonaco has a university?â
Charles nods, a grin spreading across his face. âIt does indeed. And they have a law program. I could help you look into it if youâre interested.â
You bite your lip, looking uncertain. âI donât know. Itâs been a while since I was in school. And the cost ...â
âDonât worry about the cost,â Charles says quickly. âConsider it an investment in your future. And as for being out of practice, well, thatâs what studying is for, right?â
A small smile tugs at the corners of your mouth. âYou make it sound so simple.â
Charles shrugs. âMaybe it is. Sometimes we overcomplicate things in our heads. But the truth is, if itâs something you want to do, thereâs usually a way to make it happen.â
The plane encounters a patch of turbulence, causing it to shake slightly. Your grip on Charlesâ hand tightens, but you donât close your eyes this time.
âSorry,â you mutter, loosening your grip slightly.
âNo need to apologize,â Charles says. âIâm here if you need a hand to hold. Or a distraction. Speaking of which, why donât you tell me about your favorite class from when you were in school?â
As you launch into a story about a particularly engaging Constitutional Law seminar, Charles canât help but notice how your eyes light up. Itâs the most animated heâs seen you since you woke up in the hospital, and it fills him with a sense of hope.
The rest of the flight passes in a blur of conversation. You tell Charles about your favorite professors, the most interesting cases you studied, and your obsession with Legally Blonde while growing up. In turn, Charles shares stories from his racing career, the challenges heâs faced, and the lessons heâs learned along the way.
Before either of you realize it, the captainâs voice comes over the intercom, announcing your descent into Nice.
âOh,â you say, surprise evident in your voice. âWeâre here already?â
Charles grins. âSee? Not so bad, was it?â
You shake your head, a small laugh escaping you. âI guess not. Thank you, Charles. For ... well, for everything.â
As the plane touches down on the runway, Charles feels a warmth spread through his chest. âYouâre welcome,â he says softly. âAnd hey, this is just the beginning, right?â
You nod, a mix of nervousness and excitement in your eyes. âRight. The beginning.â
The plane comes to a stop, and Charles stands, offering you his hand. âReady to see your new home?â
You take a deep breath, then place your hand in his. âAs ready as Iâll ever be.â
As you make their way down the steps of the plane, Charles canât help but feel a sense of anticipation. He knows the road ahead wonât be easy, but looking at you now, seeing the spark of determination in your eyes, heâs filled with hope for what the future might hold.
The Mediterranean sun greets them as they step onto the tarmac, warm and welcoming. Charles watches as you take in your surroundings, your eyes wide with wonder.
âItâs beautiful,â you breathe, gazing at the azure sea in the distance.
Charles smiles, feeling a surge of pride for his home. âWait until you see the rest of it. Come on, letâs get you settled in.â
As you walk towards the waiting Ferrari, Charles finds himself stealing glances at you. Thereâs still fear and uncertainty in your eyes, but thereâs something else too â a resilience that he admires. He makes a silent promise to himself, right there on the sun-drenched tarmac of the CĂ´te dâAzur, to do whatever he can to help you rebuild your life.
âSo,â he says as you slide into the passenger seat, âshall we swing by the university on our way home? Just to have a look?â
You hesitate for a moment, then nod. âYeah,â you say, a small smile playing at your lips. âYeah, Iâd like that.â
***
The quiet of the night is shattered by a piercing scream. Charles bolts upright in his bed, heart racing, momentarily disoriented. Then realization hits him like a wave â itâs you.
Without hesitation, he leaps out of bed and races down the hallway to your room. He bursts through the door to find you thrashing in your sheets, eyes squeezed shut, still caught in the grip of your nightmare.
âNo, Jake, please!â You cry out, your voice raw with fear. âDonât hurt me!â
Charles is at your side in an instant, gently placing his hands on your shoulders. âHey, hey,â he says softly but firmly. âItâs okay. Youâre safe. Itâs just a dream.â
Your eyes fly open, wild and unfocused. For a moment, you recoil from his touch, still trapped between nightmare and reality.
âItâs me,â Charles says, keeping his voice calm. âItâs Charles. Youâre in Monaco, remember? Youâre safe here.â
Slowly, recognition dawns in your eyes. âCharles?â You whisper, your voice trembling.
He nods, offering a reassuring smile. âThatâs right. Iâm here. Youâre okay.â
The tension leaves your body all at once, and you collapse against him, tears streaming down your face. Charles wraps his arms around you, holding you close as you sob into his chest.
âIâm sorry,â you choke out between sobs. âIâm so sorry.â
âShh,â Charles soothes, running a hand gently up and down your back. âYou have nothing to be sorry for. It was just a nightmare.â
You pull back slightly, wiping at your tears with shaking hands. âI didnât mean to wake you. I feel so stupid.â
Charles shakes his head firmly. âYouâre not stupid. Nightmares are normal after what youâve been through. And Iâm glad I woke up. I want to be here for you.â
You take a shuddering breath, trying to calm yourself. âIt felt so real,â you whisper. âI could feel his hands on me, hear his voice ...â
âBut it wasnât real,â Charles reminds you gently. âHe canât hurt you anymore. I wonât let him.â
You nod, but Charles can see the lingering fear in your eyes. âDo you want to talk about it?â He asks.
You shake your head. âNo, I ... I just want to forget.â
âOkay,â Charles says, understanding. âIs there anything I can do? Maybe get you some water or tea?â
You bite your lip, looking uncertain. âCould you ... would you mind staying? Just until I fall asleep?â The words come out in a rush, as if youâre afraid to ask.
Charles feels a surge of protectiveness. âOf course,â he says without hesitation. âIâll stay as long as you need me to.â
Relief washes over your face. âThank you,â you whisper.
Charles helps you settle back against the pillows, then hesitates for a moment. âIs it okay if I ...â He gestures to the other side of the bed.
You nod, shifting over slightly to make room. Charles slips under the sheets, careful to maintain a respectful distance. But you surprise him by moving closer, seeking comfort in his presence.
âIs this okay?â You ask, your voice small.
âOf course,â Charles assures you. He opens his arms, offering an embrace without pressure. âWhatever you need.â
You hesitate for just a moment before curling into his side, your head resting on his chest. Charles wraps his arms around you, feeling the rapid beat of your heart against his side.
âTry to relax,â he murmurs. âFocus on your breathing. In and out, nice and slow.â
You nod against his chest, making a conscious effort to steady your breathing. Charles can feel some of the tension leaving your body as the minutes tick by.
âCharles?â You say after a while, your voice soft in the darkness.
âHmm?â
âHow do you do it?â You ask. âHow do you stay so calm and ... and kind, even when Iâm such a mess?â
Charles is quiet for a moment, considering his words. âYouâre not a mess,â he says finally. âYouâre healing. And that takes time. As for staying calm ... well, Iâve had my own struggles. I know what itâs like to need someone in your corner.â
You lift your head slightly, looking up at him. âWhat do you mean?â
Charles takes a deep breath. Heâs never been one to open up easily, but something about the quiet intimacy of the moment makes him want to share.
âSeven years ago now, I lost my father,â he says softly. âIt was ... it was the hardest thing Iâve ever been through. There were nights when I thought the pain would swallow me whole. But I had people who stood by me, who helped me through it. They taught me the importance of being there for others in their darkest moments.â
Youâre silent for a long moment, absorbing his words. âIâm so sorry about your father,â you say finally. âThat must have been awful.â
Charles nods, feeling the familiar ache in his chest. âIt was. But it also taught me something important. Pain doesnât last forever. It changes you, yes, but it doesnât define you. You can come out the other side stronger.â
âDo you really believe that?â You ask, a hint of doubt in your voice.
âI do,â Charles says firmly. âIâve seen it in myself, and I see it in you too. Youâre stronger than you know.â
Youâre quiet again, and Charles can almost hear the wheels turning in your mind. âI want to believe that,â you say eventually. âBut sometimes it feels like ... like Iâll never be whole again.â
Charles tightens his embrace slightly. âHealing isnât about going back to who you were before,â he says. âItâs about becoming someone new. Someone who carries the lessons of the past but isnât defined by them.â
You nod slowly, considering his words. âThat makes sense,â you admit. âItâs just ... itâs hard to see that future sometimes.â
âI know,â Charles says softly. âBut thatâs why youâre not alone in this. Iâm here to remind you of that future when you canât see it yourself.â
You lift your head again, meeting his gaze in the dim light. âWhy are you doing all this for me? You barely know me.â
Charles is struck by the vulnerability in your eyes. He takes a moment to gather his thoughts before responding.
âBecause when I saw you that day, something inside me just ... knew I had to help,â he says. âI canât explain it rationally. But I believe that sometimes, people come into our lives for a reason. Maybe Iâm meant to help you heal. Or maybe youâre meant to teach me something. I donât know. But I do know that I want to be here for you, if youâll let me.â
You study his face for a long moment, as if searching for any sign of insincerity. Finding none, you lay your head back on his chest.
âThank you,â you whisper. âFor everything.â
Charles feels a warmth spread through his chest. âYou donât need to thank me,â he says. âJust focus on healing. And remember, youâre not alone in this.â
You nod against his chest, and Charles can feel your body relaxing further. Your breathing becomes slower, more even, and he knows youâre drifting off to sleep.
As the night deepens around you, Charles finds himself wide awake, acutely aware of your warm presence against him. Heâs never been in a situation quite like this before, and heâs surprised by how natural it feels.
He thinks about the past few days, about the small victories youâve already achieved. The way your eyes lit up when you toured the university campus. The quiet determination in your voice when you asked about application procedures. The shy smile that appeared when he showed you around Monaco.
Charles knows the road ahead wonât be easy. There will likely be more nights like this, more nightmares to soothe. But looking down at your peaceful face, finally relaxed in sleep, he feels a surge of hope.
Whatever challenges lie ahead, heâll be there to face them with you. And somehow, he knows that together, youâll both come out stronger on the other side.
As the first light of dawn begins to creep through the windows, Charles finally feels his own eyes growing heavy. He allows himself to drift off, still holding you close, a silent promise of protection in his embrace.
In the quiet of the early morning, as the world outside begins to stir, thereâs a sense of peace in the room. Itâs fragile, perhaps, but itâs there. And for now, in this moment, itâs enough.
***
The first rays of sunlight filter through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Charles stirs, slowly becoming aware of his surroundings. He feels a weight against his chest and looks down to see you still nestled in his arms, your breathing deep and even.
For a moment, he simply watches you sleep, struck by how peaceful you look compared to the night before. Heâs careful not to move, not wanting to disturb your rest. But as the room grows brighter, he sees your eyelids begin to flutter.
You blink awake, confusion briefly clouding your features before recognition sets in. âCharles?â You murmur, your voice still thick with sleep.
âGood morning,â he says softly, offering a gentle smile. âHow are you feeling?â
You shift slightly, seeming to become aware of your position. A blush creeps across your cheeks as you pull back a bit. âIâm ... Iâm okay,â you say. âIâm sorry about last night. You didnât have to stay.â
Charles shakes his head. âDonât apologize. I wanted to stay. Iâm just glad you were able to get some rest.â
You nod, running a hand through your tousled hair. âThank you,â you say quietly. âFor everything. I donât know what I would have done if ...â
Your voice trails off, but Charles understands. âHey,â he says, gently tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. âYou donât need to think about that. Youâre here now, and youâre safe. Thatâs what matters.â
A small smile tugs at the corners of your mouth. âYouâre right. I just ... Iâm not used to someone being so kind without expecting anything in return.â
Charles feels a pang in his chest at your words. âWell, get used to it,â he says, injecting a lightness into his tone. âBecause thatâs just how things work in the Leclerc household.â
You laugh softly, the sound warming Charles from the inside out. âIs that so?â
âAbsolutely,â Charles grins. ���Itâs in the contract. Kindness, comfort, and an abundance of croissants. Speaking of which, are you hungry? I could whip up some breakfast.â
You nod, sitting up slowly. âBreakfast sounds great. But you donât have to cook. I can manage.â
Charles waves off your protest as he sits up as well. âNonsense. I insist. Besides, I make a mean omelette. You havenât lived until youâve tried my secret recipe.â
Your eyebrows raise in amusement. âSecret recipe, huh? Do I get to know whatâs in it?â
Charles taps the side of his nose conspiratorially. âIf I told you, it wouldnât be a secret anymore, would it? Youâll just have to trust me.â
As he moves to get out of bed, a thought strikes him. He hesitates for a moment, then turns back to you. âActually, before we head to the kitchen, thereâs something I wanted to ask you.â
You look at him curiously, a hint of apprehension in your eyes. âOh?â
Charles takes a deep breath, suddenly feeling nervous. âI was wondering if ... well, if you might want to come to my next race with me?â
Your eyes widen in surprise. âYour next race?â
Charles nods, watching your reaction carefully. âYeah. Itâs in a couple of weeks. I thought maybe a change of scenery might be good for you. Plus, youâd get to see what I do up close. But if itâs too soon, or if youâre not comfortable with the idea, I completely understand.â
Youâre quiet for a moment, biting your lip as you consider his offer. âI donât know,â you say hesitantly. âItâs not that I donât want to. Itâs just ... the last time I was at a race ...â
Understanding dawns on Charlesâs face. âOh, of course. Iâm sorry, I should have thought of that. We donât have to go if it brings up bad memories.â
You shake your head quickly. âNo, itâs not that. Well, not entirely. Itâs just ... Iâm worried about being recognized. What if Jake sees me on TV or something?â
Charles leans forward, his expression serious. âHey, look at me. If you come to the race, youâll be under the full protection of the team. No one gets near the garage without proper clearance. And as for TV, well, we can make sure youâre not caught on camera if thatâs what you want.â
You still look uncertain. âBut wonât people wonder who I am? I donât want to cause any trouble for you or your team.â
Charles canât help but smile at your concern. âTrust me, the team has dealt with far more complicated situations than this. If anyone asks, weâll simply say youâre a family friend. No one needs to know the details.â
He watches as you mull over his words, hope building in his chest. Finally, you look up at him, a small smile playing at your lips. âYou really want me to come?â
Charles nods emphatically. âI really do. I think it could be good for you. A chance to create some new, positive memories associated with racing. Plus,â he adds with a grin, âIâd love for you to see me in action. I promise Iâll try to put on a good show.â
You laugh, the sound lightening the mood in the room. âOh, is that so? Pretty confident, arenât you?â
Charles shrugs, his eyes twinkling with mischief. âWhat can I say? I aim to impress.â
You shake your head in amusement, but Charles can see youâre still hesitating. âYou donât have to decide right now,â he says gently. âTake some time to think about it. The offer stands whenever youâre ready.â
You nod, looking grateful for the lack of pressure. âThank you, Charles. Iâll think about it, I promise.â
âThatâs all I ask,â he says, standing up and stretching. âNow, how about that breakfast? I believe I promised you a life-changing omelette.â
As you make your way to the kitchen, Charles canât help but feel a sense of anticipation. He knows heâs taking a risk by inviting you to the race so soon, but something tells him itâs the right move. Heâs seen glimpses of your strength over the past few days, and he believes that this could be a crucial step in your healing process.
In the kitchen, Charles busies himself with preparing breakfast, stealing glances at you as you settle at the counter. You still look a bit hesitant, but thereâs a spark in your eyes that wasnât there before.
âSo,â he says as he cracks eggs into a bowl, âwhile youâre thinking about the race, why donât you tell me more about your law studies? Any particular area youâre most interested in?â
You perk up at the question, and Charles listens intently as you launch into an enthusiastic explanation of your passion for human rights law. As he watches you speak, animated and engaged, he feels a warmth spread through his chest.
This, he thinks, is what healing looks like. Small steps, day by day, reclaiming pieces of yourself. And if he can play even a small part in that process, well, thatâs a victory more satisfying than any podium finish.
As he serves up the omelettes, Charles makes a silent promise to himself. Whatever you decide about the race, whatever challenges lie ahead, heâll be there. Supporting you, cheering you on, just as fiercely as any fan in the grandstands.
Because in this moment, watching you take your first bite and exclaim over his âsecret recipe,â Charles realizes something important. In helping you find your strength, heâs discovering new depths of his own.
***
The energy in the paddock is electric as Charles makes his way to the Ferrari garage. He can feel the excitement buzzing through the air, the anticipation of the race to come. But today, thereâs an extra flutter in his stomach that has nothing to do with pre-race jitters.
He spots you standing near the back of the garage, looking a bit overwhelmed by the flurry of activity around you. Your eyes light up when you see him, and he canât help but smile.
âHey,â he says, approaching you. âHow are you holding up?â
You give him a small smile. âItâs ... a lot. But exciting. I canât believe Iâm actually here.â
Charles nods, understanding. âI know it can be overwhelming at first. But youâre doing great. And I have a little surprise for you.â
Your eyebrows raise in curiosity. âA surprise? Charles, you didnât have to-â
He cuts you off with a grin. âI wanted to. Come on, Iâll show you.â
Charles leads you to a quieter corner of the garage where his race gear is laid out. He picks up his helmet, turning it so you can see the design.
Your eyes widen as you spot the purple ribbon painted prominently on the side. âIs that ...â
Charles nods, his expression softening. âA domestic violence awareness ribbon. I had it added for this race.â
Youâre quiet for a moment, your fingers hovering over the ribbon without quite touching it. When you look up at Charles, your eyes are shining with unshed tears. âWhy?â You ask softly.
Charles takes a deep breath. âBecause I want to use my platform to raise awareness. And because ...â he pauses, meeting your gaze, âbecause I want you to know that youâre not alone. That there are people out there who care and want to help.â
You blink rapidly, trying to hold back tears. âCharles, I donât know what to say. This is ... itâs incredible.â
He reaches out, gently squeezing your hand. âYou donât have to say anything. Just know that when Iâm out there on the track today, Iâm racing for you and for everyone whoâs been in your position.â
You nod, unable to speak. Charles understands the emotions youâre feeling â heâs feeling them too.
A voice calls out from across the garage. âCharles! Five minutes!â
Charles turns back to you. âIâve got to go get ready. Will you be okay?â
You take a deep breath, composing yourself. âIâll be fine. Go. And Charles?â You meet his eyes, a small smile on your face. âThank you. For everything.â
He nods, giving your hand one last squeeze before heading off to finish his pre-race preparations.
The race itself is a blur of adrenaline and focus. Charles pushes himself to the limit, hyper-aware of the special helmet heâs wearing and what it represents. When he crosses the finish line in second place, his heart is pounding with more than just exertion.
As he pulls into parc fermĂŠ, Charles can see the crowd of reporters already gathering. He takes a deep breath, knowing whatâs coming. Sure enough, as soon as he steps foot in the media pen, heâs surrounded by microphones and cameras.
âCharles! Congratulations on P2!â One reporter calls out. âBut everyoneâs talking about your helmet today. Can you tell us about the ribbon?â
Charles nods, his expression turning serious. âThe ribbon on my helmet today is a symbol of awareness for domestic violence. Itâs an issue that affects millions of people around the world, and I wanted to use this platform to bring attention to it.â
Another reporter jumps in. âWas there a specific reason you chose this race to highlight this cause?â
Charles pauses, carefully considering his words. âI believe that as public figures, we have a responsibility to use our voices for good. Domestic violence is a problem that often stays hidden, and I want to help bring it into the light.â
âWill the helmet be part of any specific initiative?â A third reporter asks.
Charles nods, a small smile playing at his lips. âYes, actually. Iâm going to be auctioning off this helmet, with all proceeds going to charities that combat domestic violence and support survivors.â
Thereâs a murmur of approval from the gathered press. âThatâs a wonderful gesture,â one reporter says. âCan you tell us more about why this cause is so important to you?â
Charles takes a deep breath, his eyes briefly scanning the crowd. He spots you standing at the back, partially hidden behind a barrier. Your eyes meet, and he draws strength from your presence.
âItâs important because itâs a problem that affects so many people, yet itâs often overlooked or ignored,â Charles says, his voice steady and clear. âI ... I have seen firsthand the devastating impact it can have on someoneâs life. And I want to do whatever I can to help break the cycle of violence and provide support for those who need it.â
Thereâs a moment of silence as the reporters absorb his words. Then the questions start flying again.
âHave you partnered with any specific organizations for this initiative?â
âDo you plan to continue raising awareness for this cause in future races?â
âHow do you balance your focus on racing with your desire to address social issues?â
Charles answers each question thoughtfully, his passion for the cause evident in every word. As the press conference winds down, he canât help but feel a sense of pride. Not just for his performance on the track, but for using his platform to make a difference.
As he makes his way back to the Ferrari garage, Charles spots you waiting for him. Your eyes are bright with emotion, and he can see the pride and gratitude written all over your face.
âThat was amazing,â you say as he approaches. âI canât believe you did all that.â
Charles shrugs, suddenly feeling a bit shy. âIt was the least I could do. I hope it helps, even if itâs just a little bit.â
You shake your head, a soft laugh escaping you. âA little bit? Charles, do you have any idea how much impact something like this can have? You just brought attention to this issue in front of millions of people.â
He nods, the weight of what heâs done starting to sink in. âI just hope it makes a difference. That it helps someone out there feel less alone.â
You reach out, squeezing his hand. âIt already has,â you say softly.
Charles feels a warmth spread through his chest at your words. He opens his mouth to respond, but before he can, a voice calls out from behind him.
âCharles! A word?â
Charles turns to see a familiar face â Federica, a respected journalist heâs known for years. She approaches with a warm smile, notepad in hand.
âFederica,â Charles greets her. âHow are you?â
âIâm well, thank you,â she replies. âThat was quite a statement you made out there today. I was hoping we could talk a bit more about it. Off the record, if you prefer.â
Charles glances at you, silently asking if youâre okay with this. You nod encouragingly.
âSure,â Charles says. âWhat would you like to know?â
Federicaâs expression turns serious. âIâve known you for a while now. This isnât just a random cause youâve picked up. Thereâs a personal connection here, isnât there?â
Charles takes a deep breath, weighing his words carefully. He feels you shift closer to him, offering silent support.
âYouâre right,â he says finally. âIt is personal. I canât go into details, but ... Iâve seen up close how devastating domestic violence can be. And I realized that I had an opportunity to do something about it.â
Federica nods, her eyes softening with understanding. âThatâs very brave of you, Charles. Both to take this stand and to admit the personal connection. Can I ask what made you decide to do it now?â
Charles glances at you again, a small smile playing at his lips. âLetâs just say Iâve been inspired by someone very brave. Someone who showed me that itâs possible to turn pain into purpose.â
Federica follows his gaze, her eyebrows raising slightly as she notices you for the first time. âI see,â she says, a knowing look in her eye. âWell, I think what youâre doing is wonderful. And I would be happy to help spread the word about the helmet auction, if youâd like.â
Charles nods gratefully. âThat would be amazing. Thank you.â
As Federica walks away, Charles turns back to you. âI hope that was okay,â he says softly. âI didnât want to say too much, but ...â
You shake your head, cutting him off. âIt was perfect. Really. I ... I donât know how to thank you for all of this.â
Charles reaches out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. âYou donât have to thank me. Seeing you here, seeing how far youâve come ... thatâs all the thanks I need.â
For a moment, you just look at each other, a wealth of unspoken emotions passing between you. Then, impulsively, you step forward and wrap your arms around Charles in a tight hug.
He returns the embrace without hesitation, holding you close. In that moment, surrounded by the noise and chaos of the paddock, Charles feels a sense of peace wash over him.
This, he thinks, is what really matters. Not the podiums or the points, but the ability to make a difference. To help someone heal and find their strength again.
As you pull back from the hug, Charles sees something new in your eyes. A spark of determination, of hope for the future. And he knows, without a doubt, that this is just the beginning of something beautiful.
***
The late afternoon sun streams through the windows of Charlesâ Monaco apartment, warming the living room. Charles is sprawled on the couch, idly scrolling through his phone, when he hears a sudden gasp from the kitchen.
âOh my god,â your voice carries through the apartment, a mix of shock and something else Charles canât quite place.
He sits up, instantly alert. âEverything okay?â He calls out, already moving towards the kitchen.
You appear in the doorway, your face flushed and your eyes wide. Youâre clutching your phone like a lifeline, and thereâs an energy radiating from you that Charles has never seen before.
âI ... I got in,â you say, your voice barely above a whisper.
Charles furrows his brow, confused for a moment before realization dawns. âThe university? You heard back?â
You nod, a smile breaking across your face like the sun emerging from behind clouds. âI got in, Charles. They accepted me!â
The joy in your voice is infectious, and Charles feels his own face split into a grin. âThatâs amazing!â He exclaims, stepping towards you. âI knew you could do it!â
What happens next seems to unfold in slow motion. You close the distance between you in two quick steps, and before Charles can process whatâs happening, your lips are on his.
The kiss is brief, a burst of spontaneous happiness, but it sends a jolt through Charlesâ entire body. For a split second, heâs frozen, his mind struggling to catch up with the reality of your lips against his.
But as quickly as it began, itâs over. You pull back abruptly, your eyes wide with shock at your own actions. âOh god,â you stammer, taking a step back. âIâm so sorry, I didnât mean to ... I was just excited and I ...â
Charles can see the panic rising in your eyes, the fear that youâve crossed a line. He wants to reassure you, to tell you that itâs okay, more than okay, but youâre already backing away, words tumbling out in a rush.
âIâm sorry, I shouldnât have done that. I donât know what I was thinking. Please donât be mad, I-â
âHey,â Charles cuts in gently, reaching out to catch your hand before you can retreat further. âStop apologizing.â
You freeze, uncertainty written all over your face. âBut I-â
Charles shakes his head, a soft smile playing at his lips. âYou have nothing to be sorry for. In fact ...â he takes a deep breath, gathering his courage. âIâve been wanting to kiss you for months.â
Your eyes widen in surprise. âYou ... you have?â
Charles nods, his thumb tracing small circles on the back of your hand. âI have. But I didnât want to rush you. I wanted to give you time to heal, to find yourself again.â
Youâre quiet for a moment, processing his words. âSo youâre not ... upset?â
Charles canât help but chuckle. âUpset? No, definitely not upset. More like ... thrilled. And maybe a little disappointed in myself for not making the first move.â
A small smile tugs at the corners of your mouth. âReally?â
âReally,â Charles confirms. He takes a step closer, his free hand coming up to gently cup your cheek. âIn fact, if youâre okay with it, Iâd really like to kiss you again. Properly this time.â
You nod, a mix of nervousness and anticipation in your eyes. âIâd like that,â you whisper.
Charles leans in slowly, giving you plenty of time to change your mind. But you donât pull away. Instead, you meet him halfway, your lips connecting in a kiss thatâs soft and sweet and full of promise.
This time, Charles is fully present in the moment. He savors the feeling of your lips against his, the warmth of your body as you step closer. His hand slides from your cheek to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair.
When you finally break apart, youâre both a little breathless. Charles rests his forehead against yours, a smile playing at his lips.
âWow,â you murmur.
âYeah,â Charles agrees. âWow indeed.â
For a moment, you just stand there, wrapped in each otherâs arms. Then Charles remembers what started all this.
âSo,â he says, pulling back slightly to meet your eyes. âYou got into law school. We should celebrate!â
You laugh, the sound light and carefree in a way Charles has never heard before. âI almost forgot about that for a second there.â
Charles grins. âWell, we canât have that. Itâs not every day you get accepted to study law at the International University of Monaco. This calls for champagne!â
He starts to move towards the kitchen, but you tug on his hand, pulling him back. âWait,â you say softly. âBefore we celebrate ... can we talk about this?â You gesture between the two of you.
Charles nods, his expression turning serious. âOf course. What do you want to know?â
You bite your lip, suddenly looking uncertain. âI just ... where do we go from here? I mean, I like you, Charles. A lot. But Iâm still ... Iâm still healing. And I donât want to complicate things or ruin our friendship if-â
Charles cuts you off gently, taking both of your hands in his. âHey, look at me,â he says softly. When you meet his gaze, he continues. âI like you too. A lot. And I understand that youâre still healing. I donât want to rush anything or pressure you in any way.â
You nod, relief evident in your eyes. âSo what do we do?â
Charles smiles. âWe take it slow. We keep being friends, but we also explore these new feelings. And most importantly, we communicate. If at any point you feel overwhelmed or want to slow things down, you tell me. Okay?â
âOkay,â you agree, a small smile playing at your lips. âAnd what if ... what if I want to speed things up sometimes?â
Charles feels a warmth spread through his chest at your words. âThen we can do that too. As long as weâre both comfortable and on the same page.â
You nod, looking more relaxed now. âI think I can handle that.â
âGood,â Charles says, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. âNow, about that champagne ...â
As Charles moves to the kitchen to fetch the bottle, he canât help but feel a sense of excitement bubbling up inside him. This thing between you is new and fragile, but itâs also full of potential. And heâs determined to nurture it, to give it the time and care it needs to grow into something beautiful.
He returns with two glasses and the champagne, finding you settled on the couch. As he pours, he canât help but steal glances at you. Thereâs a glow about you that has nothing to do with the afternoon sun â itâs the light of new beginnings, of hope for the future.
âA toast,â Charles says, handing you a glass. âTo new adventures in education and ... other areas.â
You laugh, clinking your glass against his. âTo new adventures,â you agree.
As you sip the champagne, a comfortable silence falls between you. Charles finds himself marveling at how far youâve come in the past few months. From the scared, broken woman he first met to this confident woman embarking on a new chapter of her life.
âWhat are you thinking about?â You ask, noticing his contemplative expression.
Charles smiles. âJust ... how proud I am of you. Youâve come so far, and now youâre starting this new journey. Itâs inspiring.â
You blush slightly at his words. âI couldnât have done it without you, you know. Your support has meant everything.â
âYouâre stronger than you give yourself credit for,â Charles insists. âBut Iâm glad I could help. And Iâll be here to support you through your studies too. Although,â he adds with a grin, âIâm not sure how much help Iâll be with law textbooks.â
You laugh, leaning into him slightly. âIâm sure youâll find ways to be helpful. Moral support is important too, you know.â
Charles wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. âWell, in that case, Iâm your man. Moral support is my specialty.â
As the afternoon fades into evening, you and Charles talk about everything and nothing. You discuss your hopes for university, your fears, your dreams for the future. Charles shares stories from his racing career, anecdotes heâs never told anyone else.
And through it all, thereâs a new undercurrent of electricity between you. A spark ignited by that spontaneous kiss, fueled by the promise of something more.
As the sky outside turns a deep indigo, Charles finds himself marveling at the unexpected turns life can take. A few months ago, he was just a driver focused on his next win. Now, heâs sitting here with you, on the cusp of something that feels bigger and more important than any championship.
âWhat are you smiling about?â You ask, noticing his expression.
Charles pulls you closer, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. âJust thinking about how sometimes the best things in life are the ones you never see coming.â
You snuggle into his side, a contented sigh escaping you. âI couldnât agree more.â
***
Five Years Later
The sun shines brightly on the streets of Monaco as Charles stands before a modest but elegant building, his heart swelling with pride. He glances at you, standing beside him in a crisp power suit, your eyes sparkling with excitement and determination. Itâs a look heâs come to know well over the past five years, but today it seems to shine even brighter.
âAre you ready for this?â Charles asks, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.
You turn to him, a radiant smile spreading across your face. âIâve been ready for this my whole life,â you reply, your voice steady and sure.
Charles feels a surge of love and admiration wash over him. He remembers the scared, broken woman he met all those years ago, and marvels at the strong, confident woman youâve become. His wife. His partner in every sense of the word.
âLadies and gentlemen,â a voice calls out, drawing their attention to the small crowd gathered before them. âWe are here today to celebrate the grand opening of the Leclerc Center for Domestic Violence Support and Legal Aid.â
A round of applause breaks out, and Charles feels you squeeze his hand tighter. He knows how much this moment means to you, how hard youâve worked to make it a reality.
The speaker, a distinguished-looking woman in her fifties, continues. âThis center represents a beacon of hope for those who have suffered in silence, a promise that they are not alone, and that help is available. And we have two very special people to thank for making this dream a reality.â
She gestures towards Charles and you. âCharles and Y/N, would you like to say a few words before we cut the ribbon?â
Charles looks at you, silently asking if you want to speak first. You nod, stepping forward with the confidence of someone who has found their true calling.
âThank you all for being here today,â you begin, your voice clear and strong. âThis center is more than just a building. Itâs a promise. A promise to every person out there whoâs suffering in an abusive relationship that there is hope, there is help, and there is a way out.â
Charles watches you speak, feeling a swell of pride. He remembers the countless late nights you spent poring over law books, the tears of frustration and determination as you fought your way through law school. And now here you are, a fully qualified attorney, using your hard-earned skills to help others who were once in your position.
âI stand here today not just as a lawyer, not just as the co-founder of this center, but as someone who has been where many of our future clients are right now,â you continue, your voice wavering slightly with emotion. âI know the fear, the doubt, the feeling of being trapped. But I also know the incredible strength that lies within each survivor. And it is my deepest hope that this center will help them find that strength, just as I did.â
As you step back, wiping a tear from your eye, Charles pulls you into a quick, supportive hug before stepping forward himself.
âWhen I met my wife five years ago,â he begins, his voice thick with emotion, âI was just a driver who thought he had it all figured out. But she opened my eyes to a world I knew little about, and showed me that sometimes the most important battles are the ones fought off the track.â
He pauses, looking out at the crowd. He sees familiar faces â fellow drivers whoâve supported this project, team members whoâve become like family, and new faces too â survivors, advocates, people who believe in the mission of this center.
âThis center is a dream that weâve shared for years,â Charles continues. âA dream of creating a safe space where survivors can find legal support, counseling, and most importantly, hope. And while I may not be the one providing legal advice,â he adds with a chuckle, earning a laugh from the crowd, âI promise to support this center and its mission in every way I can.â
He turns to you, his eyes shining with love and admiration. âAnd to my incredible wife, who has been the driving force behind all of this â thank you. For your strength, your determination, and for showing me what true courage looks like every single day.â
As Charles steps back, the crowd erupts in applause. You reach for his hand, intertwining your fingers with his as the official hands you a large pair of scissors.
âAre you ready to do the honors?â The official asks.
You and Charles share a look, years of unspoken understanding passing between you in that moment. Together, you step forward, positioning the scissors at the purple ribbon stretched across the entrance.
âOn the count of three,â the official announces. âOne ... two ... three!â
With a satisfying snip, the ribbon falls away. The crowd cheers, and cameras flash as you and Charles stand before the open doors of the center, your shared dream finally a reality.
As the crowd begins to file inside for the reception, you turn to Charles, your eyes shining with unshed tears. âWe did it,â you whisper. âWe really did it.â
Charles pulls you into a tight embrace, not caring about the cameras still flashing around them. âYou did it,â he murmurs into your hair. âI just followed your lead.â
You pull back, shaking your head with a fond smile. âWeâre a team, remember?â
Charles laughs, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. âHow could I forget?â
As you make your way inside, greeting guests and answering questions, Charles finds himself reflecting on the journey that brought you both to this moment. The ups and downs, the challenges and triumphs, all leading to this day.
A familiar face approaches â Federica, the journalist who had interviewed Charles after that fateful race five years ago. âCharles, Y/N,â she greets you warmly. âCongratulations on this amazing achievement. Would you mind if I asked you a few questions?â
You nod, your professional demeanor sliding into place. âOf course. What would you like to know?â
âThis center is quite different from the usual celebrity charity projects,â Federica begins. âCan you tell me what inspired you to take such a hands-on approach?â
You and Charles share a look, silently deciding who should answer. Charles gives a small nod, encouraging you to take the lead.
âFor us, this isnât about charity in the traditional sense,â you explain. âItâs about using our resources and platform to create real, tangible change. As a survivor myself, I know firsthand how crucial legal support can be in escaping an abusive situation. But I also know how intimidating and overwhelming the legal system can seem.â
Charles watches as you speak, marveling at your eloquence and passion. He remembers the early days of your relationship, when you would sometimes struggle to find your voice. Now, you command the room with ease.
âOur goal with this center,â you continue, âis to provide comprehensive support â legal aid, counseling, practical assistance â all under one roof. We want to remove as many barriers as possible for those seeking help.â
Federica nods, scribbling in her notepad. âAnd Charles,â she turns to him, âhow do you see your role in all of this?â
Charles straightens, his expression serious. âMy role is to support this center and its mission in every way I can. Whether thatâs using my platform to raise awareness, helping to secure funding, or simply being here to show that everyone can and should be allies in this fight against domestic violence.â
You reach for his hand, giving it a squeeze. Charles feels a surge of gratitude for your unwavering support, both in this project and in his career.
âAnd how do you balance this work with racing?â Federica asks.
Charles smiles. âItâs all about priorities. Racing is my passion, but this center, and the work we do here, thatâs my purpose. Iâm fortunate to have a team and sponsors who understand and support that.â
As Federica thanks the two of you and moves on to speak with other guests, Charles turns to you. âYou were amazing,â he says softly. âIâm so proud of you.â
You lean into him slightly, a soft smile playing at your lips. âWe were amazing,â you correct him. âI couldnât have done any of this without you.â
Before Charles can respond, another guest approaches, asking for a tour of the facilities. As you lead the way, explaining the various services the center will offer, Charles hangs back slightly, simply observing.
He watches as you point out the private consultation rooms, the childrenâs play area designed to make the center welcoming for families, the state-of-the-art security systems put in place to ensure client safety. Your eyes light up as you describe the pro bono legal services, the partnerships with local shelters and support groups, the education and prevention programs you hope to implement.
In this moment, seeing you in your element, Charles is struck anew by how far youâve both come. From that terrifying night in the paddock to this day of hope and new beginnings, itâs been a journey neither of you could have anticipated.
As the day winds down and the last of the guests depart, Charles finds you standing in the main reception area, looking around with a mix of awe and determination.
âPenny for your thoughts?â He asks, wrapping an arm around your waist.
You lean into him, letting out a contented sigh. âI was just thinking about all the lives weâre going to change here. All the people weâre going to help.â
Charles presses a kiss to your temple. âYouâve already changed so many lives, you know. Including mine.â
You turn to face him, your eyes shining with love and gratitude. âWeâve changed each otherâs lives. And now we get to pay it forward.â
As Charles looks at you, his partner in every sense of the word, he knows that whatever challenges lie ahead, youâll face them together. Just as you always have.
âReady to go home?â He asks softly.
You nod, taking one last look around the center. âYes,â you say, your voice filled with quiet determination. âBut weâll be back bright and early tomorrow. Weâve got work to do.â
Charles smiles, taking your hand as you walk towards the exit. âWouldnât have it any other way.â
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getting rafe hooked on dress to impress
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you yawned loudly and abnoxiously as you walked into rafeâs bedroom. you kicked your shoes off, grabbing one of rafeâs t-shirts from his drawer, changing out of your uncomfortable clothes. âdidnât think you were coming back, itâs late as fuck.â rafe said, looking at you oddly as he sat up on the bed against the headboard.
âlongest fucking day of my life. need to unwind.â
rafe smirked, reaching his whole body over the bed to grab your forearm. "like the sound of that," he mumbles.
you let yourself move toward him, but you groan, ânot like that.â rafe momentarily pouts, but doesnât let go of your arm. in fact, he pulls you closer onto the bed with him urging you to cuddle up into him.
he snakes his arm around you, soft fingers tracing circles into your side. "wanna talk about it?"
you yawn and shake your head, "nah, can we just watch a movie or something?"
rafe nods, grabbing the TV remote from the nightstand. "you don't wanna watch some chick-flick do you?" he asks, grimacing already.
you sigh dramatically, âi guess not. fast and furious?â
rafe obligies, satisfied with your suggestion. you get comfortable on the bed, your head rested on rafe's shoulder and your phone rested on his chest as you scroll through tiktok.
about 20 minutes later, you see a video about the new halloween update on dress to impress and gasp before you can stop yourself. rafe jumps slightly, eyes wide. âjesus christ, whatâs wrong?â
"sorry, nothing," you grin apologetically, "can I borrow your laptop though?"
he looks at you like you've lost your mind, but he still grabs his macbook from the nightstand, handing it over to you. you sit up excitedly, leaning up against the headboard.
you open the laptop and sign into your roblox account, side eyeing rafe as he gives you an odd look. "the fuck are you doing?"
"playing a game," you respond innocently.
he raises his eyebrows, "roblox? wheezie used to play that shit.. when she was 8," he says, judging you hardcore.
you glare at him, "you don't understand," you sigh. "just watch me play, it's genuinely fun."
he watches you click on dress to impress, making a disgusted face. "yeah I can't defend you on this one," he says and you shove his shoulder.
"well have you ever played dress to impress?" you ask him.
"obviously not," he says, his sassy side on full display.
"well don't judge then. just watch and i'll let you play a round when i'm done," you say with a smile, patting his cheek softly.
"hell nah," he says, directing his attention back to the movie.
you shake your head, giving up on getting him to play. you start a round, looking around at all the new pieces they added. the theme is holiday for your first round, so of course you do halloween.
you notice rafe's eyes on the computer screen as his curiosity clearly starts to creep back in despite himself. he watches as you piece together combination of a witch hat, spiderweb dress, and dark boots.
âwhat even is this shit?â he asks, trying to sound nonchalant but clearly intrigued.
you grin, not taking your eyes off the screen since you only have a minute left. âyou compete with other people to make the best outfit based on a theme. you'd be pretty good at it, you've got great style," you say, trying to persuade him.
he gives you a look, shaking his head, "sounds dumb as fuck," he says, and you just laugh. he's silent for a moment before turning slightly to have a better view of the screen, "so what you just like... dress them up and shit?"
you nod, watching the time run out. "yes, then everyone votes on each outfit and the top 3 get on the podium. see," you point to the screen, "the voting's starting now."
an outfit that's completely off theme struts down the runway and you grimace, "see like that one's ugly as fuck so i give it a 1. oooh look, this ones mine," you say with a proud smile. "doesn't she look great?"
rafe shrugs, "i guess."
you ended up getting third place, losing to two terrible outfits. you curse under your breath, before turning to him. âyou wanna try a round?â you smile, looking up at him.
rafe scoffs, glancing back at the movie, but curiosity gets the better of him. âalright, fine, hand it over.â he takes the laptop.
"okay the theme is beach day," you tell him.
he hums in response, looking around at the clothes aimlessly. "rafe, you gotta pick something that actually matches,â you say, stifling a laugh as he pairs a yellow bikini top with neon green shorts.
"shh, I have a vision," he says, dismissing your words. "wait why the fuck doesn't she have a face?"
"you gotta go to the makeup and hair room, over there," you point at the screen.
he scrolls through the makeup options, finally decided on one. "mhm, she bad ain't she?" you chuckle, knowing rafe is secretly loving this.
time runs out just as he adds the coconut drink, and you see him watching the screen eagerly, waiting for the voting to end. one girl dressed in long pants and a jacket walks out and he looks over at you, disgusted, "this bitch didn't even look at the theme." all you can do is laugh and nod your head in agreement.
when rafe places second, he smirks, looking way too pleased with himself. "ha," he says, "i did better than you."
you roll your eyes. "yeah you're done playing," you say, snatching the laptop back.
the next night, you texted rafe that you were gonna come over after your morning shift and you didn't get a response, which was odd. you let yourself into his house with the key he'd given you. "rafe?" you called out, walking into the living room. "you here?" no response.
you furrowed your eyebrows, walking up the stairs. maybe he was just in his room, you thought, taking a nap or something. you creak open his bedroom door, met with the scene of him sitting on his bed, looking intently at his laptop.
his eyes shoot up to look at you and he slams his laptop closed, guilty look in his eye. you raise your eyebrows, "what were you doing?" you question him, walking toward the bed.
he rubs the back of his neck with his hand, shaking his head. "nothin.'"
your eyes narrow, "were you watching porn?" you joke, sitting down next to him.
he sighs, "worse.." he trails off. he mentally debates for a minute, before pulling his laptop back into his lap, opening it slowly to reveal dress to impress on full display.
your hand shoots to cover your mouth, laugh escaping your lips anyway. all he does is glare at you, "this is your fucking fault."
you lean into him with a laugh, "I know I know, sorry. don't be embarrassed, rafe." you press a kiss to his lips.
as you kiss him, you canât help but laugh again, glancing at his screen. "okay wait that's actually a cute outfit. you're getting good," you nudge him, "fashionista," you add quietly with a chuckle.
he looks at you straight-faced, "I'm only playing this dumbass game because you dragged me into it. i was just bored so,â he gestures to the screen.
âsure, rafe, whatever you say,â you tease, cuddling up beside him. "feel free to keep playing, don't stop at my expense."
he scoffs, but gives in and restarts the game.
you wrap your arm around his middle and watch as he puts together outfit after outfit, the grin rarely leaving your face.
you just love your little fashionista.
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Hey Danny!
A lot of people are asking for another Ito Yuki fic, and you mentioned you don't have any ideas. This isn't really a request, rather a suggestion...
Is Ito Yuki the jealous type? If he is...
So male reader is known as a player, right?. And basically, the idea is that his past conquests confront him, "why do I still see you with Ito Yuki when it's been more than a week?" And all that was happening. People also happen to continually confess to reader... This kinda builds up and leads to jealous sex, I guess? Oh, and you mentioned Ito Yuki also getting confessions, so maybe reader gets jealous, or Ito Yuki is trying to get reader jealous...
Idk, all this revolves around jealousy lol
It's all up to you-
Sorry if this isn't appealing in any way to you, just ignore me!
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warning âş This is an OC. His first post. Reader last name is Yoshida. Slut shamming. Homophobia. Decided to make jealousy more angsty/sad
plot âş Itâs been a month since youâve been dating Ito Yuki, itâs great but you soon find out everyone in school isnât exactly happy about that.
kinks âş praise, manhandling, semi-public sex, marking, creampie
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âYouâre joking. No way in hell youâre no longer single!â
You smiled smugly, puffing out your chest.
Thatâs right, you, resident playboy, was officially taken. Your friends, Sana and Ryun stared at you for a moment before they began to laugh. You frowned as they continued laughing, obviously not believing you.
âItâs true!â You whined, pouting your lips. âItâYuki even said heâs been into me since our freshman year!â
âWhy would he be into you?â Ryun asked, wiping at a stray tear from his face. It couldnât be that funny!
Sana sighed, rubbing at her chest. âYeah, no offense, Yoshida-Kun, but you arenât exactly relationship material!â
âI can be relationship material.â You muttered, mainly to yourself. Usually you never felt attacked by Ryun and Sanaâs words but this time you couldnât help feeling oddly offended.
Were you really not relationship material?
A knock on the door caused you to turn your attention to the front of the classroom. Everyone in the classroom got ready to sit as the teacher began to start the lesson.
But you couldnât pay attention. Well itâs not like you ever do.
All you could think about was Sana and Ryunâs words.
When it was finally lunch, you shot up from your desk, startling Ryun and Sana. You grabbed your bento box and sent them a playful wink.
âI got a date! Enjoy lunch without me, losers!â You teased, rushing out of the classroom. Your feet pattered against the ground as you practically dodged every student who got in your way.
A wide grin spread on your lips when you came face to face with your date: Ito Yuki. He was standing by the stairs, looking down at his phone when he heard your loud footsteps.
He glanced up to see you sprinting to him with the widest smile ever. Your cheeks hurt as you waved excitedly. Yuki only lifted his hand slightly to wave before you skid to a stop right in front of him. Well, tried to. It was hard to stop on recently mopped floors.
âWatch out!â You cried out, anyone in your path quickly moving to the side.
Just as you were ready to tumble down the stairs, Yuki easily caught you by the collar of your sweater. You let out a sigh of relief as he tugged you back up. Yuki raised an eyebrow as you gave him a thankful grin.
âAw~ You saved me!â You giggled, teasingly poking his cheek. To anyone else, Yuki mustâve looked annoyed but for the whole month you two have been dating, you could see the slight smile on his lips.
âYou canât run in the halls,â he said, spoken like a true student council president. You only gave him an apologetic smile. Youâd run in the halls again.
âRooftop?â
âMhm.â
You grabbed Yukiâs wrist and began tugging him up the stairs to the rooftop. He followed right behind you, occasionally telling you to slow down or youâd trip. The rooftop wasnât empty with a few other students eating there but you didnât care.
As you glanced around, trying to decide a perfect spot, Yuki subtly grasped your hand. You looked over as he guided you to a more secluded area. It was on the side of the entrance. Everyone else sat more to the middle of the rooftop.
You plopped down onto the ground as Yuki knelt down beside you. The two of you didnât say anything for the first few minutes as you ate in silence.
With anyone else, you wouldâve felt odd.
But with Yuki, sitting in silence was calming.
âAh.â You hummed, swallowing a big bite you took of your onigiri. âWhat do you want to do when we reach our six month anniversary?â
âHm. Iâll think about it.â Yuki said, reaching over to wipe something off your cheek. âYou eat like a child. How did you get some people to sleep with you.â
You grinned, using your free hand to tug down your sweater to show off your collarbone. âWith my sexy looks~â
âCover up or Iâll fuck you right here.â
âYuki!â You blushed. It was hard getting used to the fact Yuki was more perverted than he let on. Youâd think being a playboy would meant youâd have a higher sex drive but it honestly felt like Yuki was insatiable.
âThe school festival is in four days. What is your class doing?â Yuki asked, changing the subject. You fixed your sweater before stealing an egg roll from Yukiâs bento box. He only smacked your hand away when you tried to reach for another one.
âWeâre doing a monster themed cafe! Iâm going to be a werewolf barista.â You said, grinning.
âWill you wear a maid outfit?â
âPervert⌠No. Iâm a barista! Iâll be in pants.â
Yuki looked disappointed. You only shook your head. The two of you continued eating lunch talking about random things before the warning bell rang. You mentioned skipping to Yuki and he practically stared at you as if you said you wanted to kill his mother.
When you two walked downstairs, you were about to walk away to your classroom when Yuki gripped your arm. You hummed, looking back to ask what was wrong when lips pressed against yours.
Your eyes widen as you stared at him, unable to kiss back. He pulled away and his usual slight smile pulled on his lips.
âWait for me by the school gate after classes. Iâll walk you home.â He said.
âDonât youâŚâ
âIâll skip.â
You watched as he walked away, entering his classroom. You wouldâve stayed standing there until the bell rang again. That was your cue to quickly get to class.
Though you only thought about Yuki the entire time. You two werenât exactly hiding your relationship but Yuki was heavily against public affection and you werenât going to push it. The most he did was hold your hand.
That was the first time he ever kissed you in public, even if the hallway was empty when he did. The fact he did made you giddy.
To think you were missing out on the little things by only being with people for just a week.
You had previously feared youâd get tired of Yuki but you didnât want to leave him at all.
Ito Yuki had your heart at this point.
You absentmindedly doodled little hearts on your workbook, not noticing sharp eyes watching you.
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âHey, ready to walk home?â Ryun asked.
You shook your head, a giddy smile on your face as you clutched your school bag close to your chest. âNo can do! Iâm going home with Yuki. See ya!â You didnât wait for him or Sana to answer, rushing out of the classroom.
There was a pep in your step as you changed your school shoes to your sneakers, humming to yourself. You closed the shoe locker shut, turning around only to gasp to see someone behind you.
âHoly!!! Katori..?â You whispered, staring at the boy in shock. A nervous smile pulled on your lips as you bowed your head in a polite greeting.
Katori was one of your former dates. It lasted the usual week back in your second year. Though it had gotten a bit awkward when he ended up being in your class this year. Always so awkward when that unfortunately happened.
He was handsome, thatâs why you had sought him out. Tanned skin from playing baseball. An average height of 175 cm (nothing compared to Yukiâs 183 cm). Spiky black hair and sharp eyes.
You and Katori havenât exactly talked. Well you usually never talked to any of your past dates. Too awkward. Katoriâs face looked slightly angry? His eyebrows were furrowed while his jaw was clenched.
âAre you okayâŚ?â You asked, tilting your head.
âI saw you with Ito Yuki.â Was all he said, his gaze narrowed in on you.
âReally?â You muttered, confusion written on your face. âWhatâ?â
ââHe kissed you. Itâs been over a month since you asked him out.â
âYou saw that?â
âIt was out in the open.â Katori looked at you as if you were an idiot. âBesides that, why are you and Ito still together? Didnât you tell me you donât date?â
You frowned. âWhat? Why does that matter now? I told you that last year. I can change.â
The sound of banging caused your body to freeze up as Katori slammed his fist against the shoe lockers behind you. You stared at him with wide eyes, feeling the remaining students look at the outburst in shock.
âSomeone like you changing? Listen here, I donât know if you know this, but Ito is a friend of mine. I donât want you leading him on when all youâve ever been was the schoolâs resident slut, got it?â
A friend? Yuki was friends with Katori? You never noticed. You were a bit self-centered at times but Yuki never really mentioned his friends to you. Ryun and Sana had other friends that you donât remember the faces of.
âResident slut..?â You whispered. You knew your reputation wasnât exactly the best but was that what everyone thought of you? The fact no one was even helping, just staring at you was telling enough.
Did even Sana and Ryun feel that way about you?
âKatori.â A voice called out, catching everyoneâs attention. Everyone looked over to see Yuki walking over. You could see Sana and Ryun right behind him, a shocked look on their faces.
You almost felt embarrassed.
Katori pulled away from you. âItoââ
ââJust because schools over doesnât mean you canât get in trouble for fighting.â Yuki said, moving to stand in front of you. A thankful sigh left you as you felt safe with Yuki acting like a barrier.
âSeriously?â Katori rolled his eyes. âAre you dating him, Ito?â
âYes.â Gasps rung through the students. You couldnât help but grin. Yuki didnât even hesitate.
âI never thought youâd fall for his nonsense. Sleeping around with everyone in the school, he probably has diseases by now.â Katori shook his head. A few snickers were heard. Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment as you stared down at your sneakers.
âYet you slept with him during your second year, having known his reputation. Iâm not childish enough to care.â
Katori looked up at Yuki in shock. âAre youâ? Are you seriously defending him?â
âHeâs my boyfriend. You were my friend.â Yuki reached behind himself and grabbed your hand, tugging you forward. He reached down and kissed your forehead. âMind your own business next time, Katori-San.â
With that, Yuki opened his shoe locker and changed into his outdoor shoes. He didnât even spare anyone else a glance as he dragged you out the schoolâs front door. It took a moment before you began to keep up with his brisk pace.
The walk home was silent but somehow still comfortable.
It wasnât until you were only a minute away from your home that Yuki finally said something.
âAre you okay? Iâm sorry he embarrassed you.â
You hummed. âItâs okay⌠Iâm guessing he saw you kiss me in the hallway. I hope I donât bring down your reputation.â
âI donât care about my reputation if it comes with the cost of hurting you.â
Your eyes widen as you glanced up at Yuki, your cheeks feeling warm. Yuki was staring straight ahead, his hand tightening itsâ grip on yours.
The rest of the walk home was quietâyou couldnât say anything. You reached your house just a second later. Just before you walked inside, you leaned on your toes to press a kiss on Yukiâs lips before rushing inside.
It felt as if your heart was beating out of your chest after kissing him. You felt happy.
But despite his reassurance, you couldnât help but think about what happened earlier.
Did.. everyone really view you with such disgust..?
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The school festival was in two days. Your class was excitedly getting ready for the monster themed cafe. You were helping a classmate pick out what sweets he should get to sell when Sana tapped you on the shoulder.
You excused yourself, following her out of the classroom. Ryun was standing there as well, a frown on his face. This couldnât be good.
You three havenât exactly been on talking terms.
It was childish to not talk it out with them but you werenât exactly in the mood. Or at the very least you wanted some time to gather your thoughts before bringing it up to them.
Looks like youâd get your chance.
âYouâve been avoiding us.â Sana said bluntly, crossing her arms across her chest. âWhat gives?â
âYeah, are you embarrassed about what happened on Monday with Katori? Itâs nothing new.â Ryun sighed. Sana quickly glared at him as you tilted your head.
âNothing new..? What do you mean?â
Sana shook her head. âPeople have been talking behind your back since second year.â She admitted. âNo one has ever said it out loud to your face before though.â
âYou guys knew and didnât tell me?â
Ryun shrugged. âIt wasnât like it was rumors. It was only things that were true. Besides, Sana and I always tease you about being a slut anyway.â
Your jaw clenched as you glared at them. âYou two are my friends! They are strangers! You were really allowing them to say those things without defending me?â
âWhat would we say, Yoshida?â Sana asked. âYou were sleeping around and everyone was curious to how you somehow hadnât had any STDs.â
âI practice safe sex!â You whisper-yelled, not wanting to attract a crowd. âDid you not think that it would hurt my feelings to learn that almost everyone in this school had a problem with me?â
âWell what did you expect?!â Ryun suddenly cut in. âYouâre a playboy, how is everyone supposed to think about you? Sleeping with a new person each week since first year is insane, Yoshida!â
âIs that really the only reason you havenât been talking to us?â Sana asked. âBecause Katori hurt your feelings?â
âHurtâ? Iâd like you to be able to be called a slut in front of everyone else and just bounce back with ease!â You didnât notice a few of your classmates beginning to pay attention to the little spat in the hallway. âYouâre my friends, I shouldnât have to explain that to you!â
âAre we really your friends? Because you wonât even allow us to call you by your first name. But Ito Yuki can after only talking to you for a month. Whatâs with that, huh?â Ryun spat out, inching close to you.
You frowned. âI told you before! Hearing my first name is weird! Not even my parents call me by my first name. I only recently started getting used to hearing it because of Yuki.â
âItâs like youâre ditching us for your new plaything.â Sana sighed, shaking her head. âWhat? Is he that good in bed? Weâve always been there for you, what happened, huh? Did sleeping around cause your brain to turn into jelly?â
âI doubt your relationship with him will last long,â Ryun cut in. âYouâll get bored soon and find a new shiny tool. You told us before, sticking with the same person gets boring. A slut like you needs new engagement all the time.
âWill you really cling so hardly on Ito when even he can drop you at any time? He has girls always chasing after him. Whoâs to say he wonât get uncomfortable about how everyone talks about you?â
Sana nodded. âIt was getting hard being your friend. The rumors were beginning to spread onto us. Sluts hang out together, thatâs what they were saying. Ito Yuki is too good for you, do you really want to drag him down with you like you dragged us down?â
You stared at Sana and Ryun in shock, their words beginning to tune out. It felt like a tsunami had passed through you. Was this how they fault all this time? When they were joking around with youâwas it how they truly felt this entire time?
It was too much. Your eyes flickered over to your classroom door to see your classmates staring at you. Katori there as well, staring at you with a wide smirk. You looked down at your shoes, your breathing getting heavy.
âOi!â A voice suddenly yelled, catching everyoneâs attention. The classmate you were speaking to earlier about what sweets to buy was suddenly standing in front of you.
He glared at Sana and Ryun before turning his attention over to your nosy classmates. âMind your own business!! You guys havenât finished decorating!â He yelled. The students quickly rushed back into the classroom.
Sana blinked. âSuzuki-San?â
Suzuki looked back over at you three. âIf you wanted to have a private conversation with Yoshida, you shouldnât have done it in the fucking hallway! Scram, I gotta talk to Yoshida about actual important stuff, like our school festival that is on Friday!â He glared at them before they reluctantly walked back into the classroom.
You kept your gaze down as Suzuki patted you on the back.
âThanks.â You muttered.
âIt was nothing. Living in a small town makes them hungry for any sort of drama,â Suzuki laughed. âYouâre the only interesting person in this whole school.â
Your gaze flicked up to Suzuki as you stared at his face. âHave IâŚ?â
âNo, no! Iâm straight.â
âOh. Why did you defend me?â
âWhat you do in the bedroom is none of my business. Besides, you wouldnât be a playboy if no one took you up on your offers.â Suzuki gave you a smile. âEveryone who got with you knew who you were. Iâve seen people that slept with you even call you a slut. I think theyâre just jealous you never wanted to date them.â
âJealous?â
âMhm. At first it was only a few people who constantly talked behind your back but ever since you and Ito-San started dating itâs gotten worse. A few of your exes are jealous they didnât get to âtameâ you.â
âTame?!â You gasped, the stray tears in your eyes being blinked away.
âYeah.â Suzuki hummed. âSome people that slept with you had the goal of becoming your partner. I always wanted to tell you but I had no proof, only word of mouth. Add in with that itâs Ito Yuki, student council president who had a recent âglow-upâ in the eyes of the girls, everyone has a reason to be mad.â
You were shocked for the most part. People wanted to tame you? Gross. You shook your head at the thought. But your worst fear was true. Yukiâs reputation was being dragged down because of you.
âHave they been talking bad about Yuki?â
âMhm. Especially Katori after Itoâs fight with him. Mainly people waiting until you give him a STD or you cheat on him. A few girls are upset that heâs gay, saying that you turned him⌠Whatever that means.â
Great. Absolutely great. You had knew that Yuki still got confessed to before he made it public that you were dating. Those girls never gave up even when Yuki turned them without a second thought. It wasnât like you thought heâd cheat on you.
It was more so that maybe of those girls would be better for him.
âThanks, Suzuki.â You whispered, wanting to just lay down.
âItâs nothing. I couldnât be a bystander anymore.â Suzuki admitted. âYou should get some water, Iâll tell the teacher when she comes back.â
You hummed and walked away, ready to chug some water from the water fountain. As you walked past some classrooms, you skid to stop in front of Yukiâs classroom.
You were curious to what they were doing for the school fair when you noticed some giggling. Your eyes landed in on a girl walking up to Yuki with a shy smile on her face. She was clutching a note to her chest as her friends practically pushed her to Yuki.
The girl wouldâve fell had Yuki not caught her. He helped her to her feet and was about to turn his attention back to the board when she tugged on his sleeves. You could only watch as the other students began to coo and giggle, watching the girl get ready to confess.
You wanted to stop it but your feet felt glued to the ground. The girls friends began chanting âconfessâ over and over again before the girl finally blurted out her confession.
She was cute, typical girl next door. The boys beside Yuki began to cheer Yuki on, patting him on the back. Did.. Did they not know you were his fucking boyfriend? That Ito Yuki had a boyfriend?
Someone said something that you couldnât hear properly. A few whispers ensue. You strained to hear them properly.
âWell, itâs not like Yoshida is known for staying with his partners for long.â
âYeah, heâs probably just using Ito-Kun anyway.â
âYoshida is so disgusting,â one of her friends laughed. âWhy wouldnât someone want Kaede-Chan! She isnât infested with 1,000 STDs! Right, Ito-San?â
âUhm, Ito-Kun⌠Are you really in love with Yoshida..?â Kaede whispered, her doe eyes staring up at Yuki. âIâve had a crush on you since first year, I doubt Yoshida has liked you as long as I have. He probably doesnât even know you likeââ
You couldnât hear anymore. You sprinted away.
Tears were streaming down your face as you ran up the stairs to the rooftop. You just wanted this cruel day to end. To think all these three years your school has viewed you as parasite the entire time. Your own friends was getting tired being your friend.
And you might lose your boyfriend to a girl that was better for him in the eye of the school hierarchy.
You bursted through the rooftop door and crashed into the walled fence. Your fingers gripped at it as you rest your forehead against the cool metal. Heavy hiccups left you as you tried to calm down.
Maybe if you had been normal.
If only you werenât a playboy.
No matter, youâd set Ito Yuki free.
Even if you didnât want to.
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You clutched your school bag to your chest as you stood by the school gate. It had been two hours after school, you were waiting for Yuki to finish with his council president duties. He had texted you to go home but you hadnât responded.
This needed to end.
â(Name)-Chan?â
Your heart fluttered as you looked back to see Yuki. He had his usual slight grin as he walked over to you. But it quickly dropped when he took in your puffy red eyes.
âWhat happened?â He asked, his hand reaching out to touch you but you quickly stepped away. His eyebrows furrowed as he stared at you. âAre you okay?â
You only nodded. âYeah, I just. Uhm. We should break up.â
It was silent before Yuki let out a laugh. âFunny. What really happened?â
âNo. We should break up.â You said louder, standing up straight.
Yukiâs fox like eyes narrowed as he stepped closer. âWhat the hell are talking about? You want to break up?â
âYea, we arenât compatible. We donât even really know each other.â
âWe were getting to know each other. Donât give me bullshit reasons.â
âWe just shouldnât be together!â
âWhy?!â
âBecause Iâm the schoolâs resident slut and you deserve someone like Kaede!â You yelled, feeling your eyes water as you quickly looked away. âBesides Iâm⌠Iâm bored. Iâm used to having a new partner each week! I canât.. I canât stay with one guy.â
âKaedeâ? Did you see the confession? I rejected her.â
âI knew you wouldâŚâ
âThen what? You think that I really believe you canât stay faithful? Whoâs been feeding this bullshit to you?â
âItâs true! Iâve practically fucked everyone in this damn school, you were just another week. I.. I even talked about how virgins are the best partners!â
You looked back at Yuki, wanting to get this over with. But to your shock, Yuki almost looked hurt at your words. Fuck, you couldnât just break things off easily, could you? You mentally cursed yourself for telling that when a grin pulled on Yukiâs lips.
It wasnât a grin that reached his eyes.
âYou act like I donât know what type of person you were before I said yes. I even knew your fucking catchphrase! You think I didnât know what you usually liked in a partner? Yoshida (Name), Iâve liked you since our first year, I only ever wanted you. I donât care what everyone else thinks.â
You looked away, shaking your head. âWe wouldnât last anyway! Iâm not the type of partner you would want to bring to your parents! Iâm known as a slut by every student in this school, whoâs to say no one else knows?! Weâre not that big of a town!â
â(Name)âŚâ
âJust let me break up with you before I drag you down with me.â
âYouâre so childish.â
You bristled, biting your lip. âWhatever. Weâre over.â You quickly walked away, not looking back even as Yuki called your name.
This was for the best, even if you didnât want it to be.
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âWho pissed in your cereal?â
You glanced up from your pillow to see your mother staring at you with a bowl of noodles. She gently placed them on your desk and sat down on the chair, turning it to face you.
âWhat happened, Plum? You look miserable.â
You only whimpered, shaking your head. âI found out⌠that Iâm the schoolâs resident slut..â
A slight laugh left your mother. âSo? So was I.â
Your eyes widen. âWhat?â
âMhm. I slept with almost every boy in my grade level. They were pretty bad for the most part. I didnât stop until I met your dad in college.â Your mom said, sighing at the mention of your father. âA hunk. Great in bedâah well you donât need to know that.
âWait, have they been bullying you? Do I need to visit the school?!â She asked, a frown on her face.
âNo. That would be even more embarrassing.â
She sighed. âIf you say so. But that canât be the only reason.â
âI found out Sana and Ryun were spreading the rumors behind my back.â
âExcuse me?â A look of anger spread on her face as her upper lip turned up into a snarl. âI need to get their keys back. How dare they hurt my baby behind his back! Did anything else happen?!â
âI broke up with my boyfriend to protect his reputation.â
âWell thatâs a bit dumb.â
You frowned, looking over at her. âWhat do you mean?â
âWhat I said. Thatâs dumb. Who cares about high school reputation? Was your boyfriend bothered by you being called the schoolâs slut?â
âNoâŚâ
âThen what makes you the one who gets to decide that the relationship ends?â
âIâŚâ
Your mother gave you a smile. âYou tried to do the right thing even if it was a bit silly. If your boyfriend wasnât bothered by it, you canât just decide he was. What it really was is that you were probably jealous or even scared that he would think he could do better than you. So you wanted to end it before he could hurt you.â
Why did your mother have to be so smart?
She got up and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead. âTry to make up with him, if he was really upset about the breakup, heâd want you back quickly.â With that, she left the room, letting you wallow in your thoughts.
Maybe you really did screw up.
Shit, would Yuki even forgive you if you came crawling back?
You groaned. You just wanted to sleep.
If only you just talked it out with him.
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âSorry, this is all we have. Someone forgot to buy fake hair.â
Suzuki helped you tied the fluffy tail to your waist. You slipped on the headband with furry ears as you glanced at the mirror. It was the school festival. You were dressed as the werewolf barista though you looked more like a dog. You wore a white button up with black slacks.
You glanced over at Suzuki to see him dressed as a vampire. He was dressed similar to you but with fake fangs and a bit of blood on his face.
âItâs so hard to talk with these fangs.â Suzuki groaned, slipping them back on. You only grinned as you placed the food on the table. Your eyes glanced around the classroom that was turned into a spooky cafe. Everyone was dressed up as some sort of monster.
You didnât pay any mind to Sana and Ryun, not wanting to talk to them. They also made no effort to speak to you. Your mom really did get the spare keys she gave them back, basically banning them from your house.
It still hurt, realizing you lost two childhood friends.
Though you technically gained Suzuki. He was cool and didnât talk badly about you behind your back.
Small victories.
The festival finally began at 5:00 pm. Everyone in town was welcomed. At first your classâs cafe wasnât gaining much attention. Suzuki looked a bit worried so you tried to come up with an idea.
You walked out of the classroom, looking at the groups of people attending the other classes. As someone passed by you grabbed their arm. The person was a girl, one of your past dates, Kazuha.
Kazuha flinched, probably shocked before she saw it was just you who grabbed her. She grinned. âYoshida-Kun! Ah you look so cute! Lemme take a picture.â She pulled out her camera and quickly snapped a couple of pictures before you could even attempt to pose.
You forgot she was apart of the photography club.
âAnyway, whatâs up?â She asked, giving you a kind smile.
âAh, my classes cafe isnât gaining enough of attention⌠Could you help us gain some traction? I donât know what to do.â
Kazuha hummed, nodding her head. âLucky for you, I still find you cute.â She teased. âLeave it to me, Yoshi!â With that, she sprinted off before you could even ask what her plan was.
She was only gone for a few minutes before coming back with a pep in her step. âGuess what?â
âWhat?â
âYouâll be kissing whoever spends over five dollars at the cafe! Just a kiss on the cheek, donât worry.â She said, a smug smile on her face.
You almost complained that you were taken before remembering that no, you werenât. âI doubt anyone would be that interested in kissing me.â You said, frowning.
Turns out you were wrong.
It didnât take long before a group of students came over, looked to be the volleyball team. They practically bought everything. Suzuki had to tell a classmate to bring out the extra food they had stored.
âCan we also take a picture?â One of the boys said, a shy smile on his face. You only mutely nodded, taking a few selfies with them. There wasnât anyone on the volleyball team you had dated, they were mostly filled with first years.
You gave each boy a quick peck on the cheeks, every single one practically giggling excitedly when you pulled away. After they left, a group of girls came in. They quickly bought some food before rushing over to you.
âYouâre so cute! Can I take a picture instead of the kiss??â
âYou should be an idol! So cute.â
âAh, thanks.â You blushed, taking a quick selfie with each girl. âAre youâŚ?â
âWeâre first years!â One girl answered. âI heard so many weird rumors about you but youâre so shy in person!â She said, giggling.
âIâve only heard third years talk bad about you.â
âAh, right! So homophobic too,â the one with bangs rolled her eyes. âDonât let them bother you. Theyâre just jealous youâre cute. Are you supposed to be a dog?â
âA werewolf.â
âWell itâs a good attempt!â
âAhah, thanks. Please recommends us to any friends!â
It seemed like first years either didnât care or possibly didnât know about your reputation. It made sense, you didnât attempt to sleep with any first years. You mainly stuck to people in your year, only a few second years ever got the chance with you.
Well that was good, only third years hate you.
A few more people came in after. Again, mostly first and second years. The food was almost out before it even reached 7 pm.
âEveryoneâs going to be kissing your feet after this,â Suzuki grinned. âWe wouldâve been screwed without you.â
Kazuha hummed, âand without me! I was the one who came up with the plan.â
âWhy are you even here? Donât you have your own class to bother?â Suzuki rolled his eyes while Kazuha just sent a smug grin.
âIâm mainly surprised people really wanted a kiss from me.â
âWell you are attractive.â Suzuki said bluntly. âIn my personal opinion, youâre the schoolâs heartthrob, not Ito Yuki.â
Kazuha nodded in agreement. âI mean, it wasnât like you ever ran out of people to date.â
âMhm.â You glanced around the makeshift cafe, everyone beginning to wine down. A few students even taking off their costumes now. You fixed your tail, popping open two buttons of your shirt to get cool. âLooks like we might have to close up early, thereâs only two sweets left.â
âOh! Let me have them for free!â Kazuha grinned.
âNo way! Pay like everyone else!â Suzuki glared at her. He took out his fake fangs and sighed in relief, tossing them in the trash. âIâm never wearing that thing again. I think it scraped my gums.â
âReally? Let me check.â You leaned in, motioning for Suzuki to open his mouth. He complied and leaned down so you could get a clear view. There did look to be a small little wound on the right side of his gum. âAh, it looks like it irritated the right side. Nothing cut open though.â
âOh thatâs good.â Suzuki hummed. âAnything else?â You leaned in even closer, reaching up to gently grasp Suzukiâs jaw so you could tilt his head down.
âUh⌠Yoshi⌠Suzuki. We have a customer.â Kazuha whispered, her voice weirdly quiet. You glanced over at her, confused on why she was sounding like that. Plus it wasnât like your other classmates couldnât handle the customer.
Suzuki pulled away from you, no longer blocking your view of the front door of the classroom.
Your breathing hitched at who was at the door.
Ito Yuki.
And he didnât look happy at all. His hair was slicked back with gel, a singular strand pulled over his face. Dressed in a suit and tie, you couldnât help but be memorize at how handsome he looked.
He walked into the classroom, heading straight towards you. He practically ignored Suzukiâs greeting and grabbed the last two sweets left on the main table.
âAre these two together over five dollars?â He asked, his gaze only on you.
âYeah.â Suzuki answered before you could. âAre you going to take up our offerââ
Suzuki didnât get to finish when Yuki tossed the sweets back on the table and stepped right up to you. His hands gripped your waist, one sliding up to cup your neck as he pulled you in for a kiss.
Your eyes widen as you could only grip at his shirt in shock. His eyes narrowed in on yours as he pressed your body against his. A strangled moan left you as he bit your bottom lip, easily turning the peck into a hungry kiss. His tongue immediately slipped into your mouth as you felt your legs turn into jelly.
It almost felt hard to breathe as he kissed you breathlessly. He chased your mouth when you attempted to pull away for some air. His tongue was exploring your mouth as if he was hungry and he wouldnât survive without the taste of you.
The fact your classmates were still in the classroom wasnât lost on you. Sure, you werenât particularly shy about asking out people in public or shamelessly flirting with PDA, this was brand new. Especially when Yuki wasnât into public affection.
Your moans were hardly muffled by Yukiâs mouth, though it seemed to spur him on. His grip on your waist slipped down before grabbing a handful of your ass. A shameful squeak left your lips when he finally decided to pull away.
The only sound that could be heard was your heavy breathing. Yuki only stared down at you before moving to grab your hand instead of your ass.
Kazuha and Suzuki looked shocked to say the least. Though Kazuha gave you a thumb ups with a smile, nodding her head. Suzuki looked mostly traumatized at the sudden make out sesh. A few of your classmates were whispering but you couldnât hear them properly. You could feel Sana and Ryun staring at you.
Katori looked pissed but that only made you happy.
âYou can clean up without him,â Yuki simply said, looking at Suzuki.
Suzuki only let out a soft âhuhâ as Kazuha quickly nodded, a grin on her lips. âOf course, of course!! Go have fun you too! Be safe!â
Yuki hummed and began dragging you out of the classroom, not waiting for you to even attempt to refuse. As they walked out, Suzuki glanced back at the two sweets left on the table.
âHe didnât payâŚâ
You had to pick up the pace to keep with Yukiâs long strides. Though finally out of your classroom, you got to see what the other classes did for the festival. When you passed Yukiâs classroom, it looked like their theme was mad scientist cake decorating.
You wondered where his lab coat was but didnât think heâd be in the mood to answer such a question right now. He finally came to stop when he reached the student councilâs room and pulled you inside. The door closed with a slam as he turned the lock.
Now that you two were alone, it suddenly dawned on you that you were broken up for only two days. When it almost felt weeks. Wow, you were a simp for him at this point.
âWhat was that?â He asked, his jaw tense.
âWhat was what?â
âSeriously? You break up with me two days ago and suddenly allowing everyone to kiss you for a school festival?â
âI didnât come up with it⌠Kazuha thought it would be good to help us with sales. I didnât even think people would be interested in kissing me.â
âYou have such low self esteem for being a playboy,â Yuki said, letting out a joyless laugh. âYou think people slept with you so easily for only week without being physically attracted to you?â
âIâŚâ You shook your head. âAnyway what was that?! You just kissed me in front of everyone! You told me you donât like public affection.â
âI had to make sure no one got the idea that you were suddenly single.â Yuki easily confessed. âYour class seems to be the one spreading most of the rumors around school, theyâll let everyone know that youâre mine.â
âBut⌠Iâm not yours. I ended the relationship.â
âYeah, without my feelings being taken into consideration. I thought about it, weâre not breaking up. You canât just end things.â
âYuki, Iâm not good for you. I donât want to bring you down.â
â(Name), itâs fucking high school. Who gives a shit what they think? Do I have to fuck you brainless to make you understand that I want you no matter what they think?â
You blushed, looking away in embarrassment.
Yuki let out a laugh. âThatâs all you need.â He grabbed your arm and pulled you close, his free hand reaching up to cradle your face. âIâll fuck you until you understand you���re never leaving me. Iâve waited so long for youâIâm not letting other peopleâs jealousy take you away from me.â
His hands grabbed your button up and easily tore it open, buttons popping loose. You gasped as you tried to salvage the shirt but he easily pulled it off. The roomâs cool air brushed against your skin.
You looked up at Yuki, eyes wide. âIn here?!â You whispered, remembering the third floor wasnât exactly empty.
âMhm.â Yuki took off his glasses, placing them on your face. Your vision was blurred from the prescription. When you attempted to take them off he gripped your wrist. âKeep them on. Iâm still angry at you.â
A gulp left your throat as you watched a blurry image of Yuki. You could still make out what he was doing but could no longer see his face clearly. Cold hands pressed against your stomach, causing you to tense up. He slowly pushed you back until you laid down on the table.
âDo you know why I like you?â He suddenly asked. You only let out a confused hum. âWhen I moved to this town, I was pissed. From Tokyo to something so minuscule. Besides, I was a new kid coming to a high school where the kids knew each other since elementary.â
Wet lips pressed against your stomach. You gasped, looking down to see but Yuki reached up and gripped your face. He pushed your head back to rest on the table before pulling away.
âI didnât think anything of you until I saw you in that maid outfit. Then I noticed how you portrayed this persona of yourself: the smooth talking playboy but deep down you were cute when you thought no one was looking.â
You clamped your hands against your mouth to muffle the surprised moan that left your throat. Yukiâs teeth sunk into your stomach as he bit hard on your soft flesh. He left two more marks, each harder than the first.
âYou were more sensitive than you let on. I noticed whenever your dates didnât go through the full week with you that you would get sad. Pouty and moping around the halls until you find a new person.â
His hands grasped your waist. His thumbs gently digging into your skin. Soft kisses pressed against your stomach, his tongue teasing your belly button. He unbuckled your tail, letting it lay dejected on the floor. But then his teeth bit into your skin, earning a loud squeak from you.
âAnyone who even looked at you wrong made you upset. I only watched you from afar, you never made an attempt to ask me out. But I always watched you ask out other people. That stupid catchphrase of yours got on my nerves.â
The sound of fabric tearing caused your hips to flinch as cool air conditioner teased your now bare thighs. His mouth immediately bit at your inner thigh. His hands held your hips down to stop you from bucking away from his touch.
âI wondered all the time if you would just stay that way. Asking out people and leaving them after the week. How could that be satisfying to you? But during our summer break after our first year, I came across you at the park. I saw you crying your eyes out.â
Your eyes squeezed shut at the mention of that incident. His glasses slid down your nose from your constant movement. Yuki moved to your left thigh, biting hard on the skin. You whimpered, one hand reaching down to grip his hair.
âI wanted to talk you but your friends ended up coming over. All I could think was that I never wanted to see you cry like that again. The thought of you frowning made me angry. Those feelings towards you mightâve just been infatuation but I knew I wanted you in my arms.â
âYukiâŚâ You moved to sit up when his hand immediately pushed you back into the table. You grunted in surprise, his glasses falling off your face from the force. It toppled to the ground, one of the lenses cracking from the force.
You looked back up to quickly apologize for not protecting his glasses when you finally got a good look at Yuki. His eyes were red. He was.. crying?
âI didnât say you could speak.â He said, his voice harsh. If you hadnât seen his faceâyou wouldnât have thought he was crying. âI was ready back then to just watch you from afar. You didnât seem to want a permanent relationship and I wasnât going to force myself on you. But then you asked me outâŚâ
He looked down at your thighs, his hands moving to your hips as his fingers teased your boxers.
âAt that moment, I knew I couldnât admire you from afar anymore. You were within my grasps and I needed to make you mine. Make you obsessed so you wonât want anyone else.â He let out a joyless laugh. âI knew exactly what you were saying when you mentioned the week being over. But I wasnât going to allow you to leave me.â
His hand grasped your boxers as he glanced up at your face. He didnât say anything as he slowly began to tear the fabric open. You blushed, your body suddenly feeling hot at the sight.
âYou know, Yoshida (Name).â He whispered, a grin on his face. âYouâre the prettiest boy Iâve ever met. And Iâm so fucking angry that you decided to end our relationship without thinking about me. But itâs okay, you just donât see yourself the way I see you.
âHit me three times if you need to stop.â Was all he said. He grabbed the torn fabric of your shirt and used it to blindfold you. You whimpered, gripping at his arm just to make sure he didnât disappear. âYou canât be loud, the festival is still going on. Though I donât mind if everyone learns how good I fuck you.â
You bit your lip as his hand grasped your cock. His thumb rubbed against your slit, teasing it slowly as you withered beneath him. Now having your sight gone made the feeling more intense for some reason. You wouldnât know what he was going to do until you felt his touch.
His hand released your cock, letting it plop against your stomach. Your body twitched as you waited for him to touch you again. When you didnât feel anything you began to whine.
Your hips twitched when something wet teased your hole. âW..What was that?!â
âShh, itâs lube.â
âYou carried lube to school?!â Two fingers rubbed against your hole, spreading the cool lube. A gasp left your throat when Yuki slowly pushed in two fingers at once. The burn was strong as your back arched against the table.
âI didnât. A friend gave it to me.â
âYou..Youâre friendsângh⌠friends with someone who brings lube to school?!â
âMhm. Itâs good to have friends with different interests.â
âDifferent interests⌠ah!â
The squelching of the lube filled the room as you bit your lip, trying to muffle your whimpers. You could hear people walking past the room. It shouldâve made you anxious but honestly you felt so horny.
Yuki curled his fingers, rubbing right against your prostate. A wet cry left your lips. Your hands digging into the table for some form of purchase.
Before you could reach your high, his fingers pulled out. It was silent for a momentâonly the sounds of people walking past. You briefly wondered if he left when something pressed against your ass.
His hands gripped your waist, keeping you still as he slowly thrusted into your hole. You clamped your hand over your mouth to muffle the moan from the stretch.
âI wanted to mess with you more but we canât stay in here for too long.â
Your vision blurredâthe soft blues of the moonlight stabilizing your sight. Yuki tossed your makeshift blindfold onto the pile of torn clothes. You gazed up at him, finally able to properly take him in once more.
His hair was messy. The sleekness gone. Bangs threatening to fall over his face as he ran his hand through his strands. His eyes were still puffy and red.
âYuki⌠Iâm sorry.â You whispered.
Yukiâs eyes widen, just a bit as he stared down at you. It was still hard to really tell what he was feeling through expression alone. You wanted him to say something, to say if he forgave you or not.
âYouâre still not off the hook.â He finally said, a slight smile on his lips. âIâll punish you properly another time. For now, Iâll show you just how much I love you.â His hands reached up and grasped your waist, pulling you to the end of the table.
A shuddered gasp left your lips as he slowly thrusted in deeper. Your hands gripped at his bicep, body gently moving at his rhythmic thrusts.
Yuki leaned down and pressed a kiss to your neck. His mouth kissed down to your collarbone as he bit at your skin. You whimperedâhis hips picking up in pace.
The sound of skin slapping bled into the room with your raising pitch in moans. Your legs wrapped around his waist to bring him in even closer.
âI like you.â Yuki suddenly whispered, lips pressed against the underneath of your chin. He slammed his hips against your ass, earning a loud cry from you. You quickly bit your lip to try and muffle yourself as he kept a faster pace.
âI like your smile.â His fingers dug into the soft skin of your hips. âI like your laugh. I like your eyes.â Hips slammed into you, holding its position as his cock grazed your prostate. âThat smile you have whenever youâre going to be a menace.â
Your nails dug into his back as small gasps left you. His cock was now repeatedly rubbing against your prostate. Your toes curling from the pleasure as you had to fight everything fiber of your being to not scream out.
â(Name)-Chan.â Yuki whispered, grunting when you involuntarily tightened around his cock. He let out a chuckle. â(Name)-Chan, I love you.â His voice soft and sweet, a stark contrast to his harsh thrusts.
You were going to say something but Yuki didnât allow you. He kissed you, pressing his body against yours as he was unforgiving in his pace. His hips slammed into your ass as the sound is skin slapping filled the room.
You didnât even attempt to muffle your moans. Your prostate constantly rubbed and pressed against with his animalistic thrusting. Yuki greedily swallowed your moans as you pulled him closer.
It didnât take long before you reached your high, your back arching as you came. Yuki didnât let up, fucking you through your orgasm. Your hands trailed up to tangle in his hair as you felt his cock begin to twitch.
Yuki pulled away from the kiss, your mouths barely touching as you took deep breaths. His hips stuttered as he let out a low groan, gripping your hips as he slammed deep inside. Something warm coated your walls as you let out a whimper.
You couldnât be mad about him not using a condom. At least not right now. You quickly kissed him again. It was a slow kiss, the previous hunger finally satiated.
âI⌠I love you too.â You whispered, pulling away from the kiss to look him in the eye. âWhat⌠should we do for our sixth month anniversary?â
Yuki raised an eyebrow as he let out a laugh. âSo suddenly?â He leaned in, his nose rubbing against yours. âItâs actually our first day together as a couple, since we just got back together.â
âReally?â You asked. âBut you didnât ask me out yet.â
Yuki pulled away as he stared down at you. He reached down and gently cradled your face, his thumb rubbing against your lips.
âHey, do you wanna make out?â
It took a moment before it fully registered. Your lips quivered as you let out a laugh, shaking your head. âShit⌠It sounds so stupid when you say it back.â You sighed, a bit embarrassed that the sentence was your catch phrase for so long.
âDo you?â Yuki simply asked.
You looked up at him and grinned. Your eyes felt teary as you whispered,âMhm. Letâs make out.â
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âIâve had a crush on you since first year, I doubt Yoshida has liked you as long as I have. He probably doesnât even know you likeââ
ââAre you guys done?â Yuki cut her off, brushing off a hand that touched his shoulder. He glanced around the room before sighing. â1,000 STDs? Are you all five? Yoshida (Name) is my boyfriend.â
Kaede stared up at Yuki in shock. âButââ
ââBut nothing. This class is supposedly filled with students who test the best, so I assumed you wouldnât be so childish. Speaking such nasty language about my boyfriend in front of me is insane. Get it through your head, Iâm dating Yoshida (Name), and I wonât ever date someone like you, Kaede. Now everyone get back to planning.â
The room was silent as Yukiâs classmates slowly began to get back to their assigned tasks. Yuki paid Kaede and her friends no mind as they consoled the girl. A snicker left the girl beside Yuki.
âShit, Yuki! That was crueler than normal. I thought you were going to punch someone!â Maki laughed, âYouâre really serious about Yoshida-San, huh?â
Yuki glanced over at Maki. âCourse I am. Heâs my first and only boyfriend.â
âOnly..? Like you wonât.. date men after Yoshida-San?â
âNo. (Name) is the only person Iâll date ever. Weâre never breaking up.â
Maki only laughed before awkwardly stopping when she noticed Yukiâs serious face. âYouâre weird sometimes, Yuki.â
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âYouâre⌠cute.. as a maidâŚâ
Yuki felt as if he was going to pass out. You stood in front of him, dressed as a maid for the first yearâs class festival. He was shorter back then, thick square glasses that did nothing for his looks. You didnât have to look up at him like you do now.
You tilted your head at him, the long hair of your wig moving in tandem. A slight grin pulled on your lips as you gripped the edge of your dress, teasingly pulling it up to show a sliver of skin not covered by your stockings.
âI know~ But I can be sexy too.â You dropped your dress, giggling as if you didnât just sexually tease Yuki. âThanks, Ito~â You skipped away to your friends, your skirt swishing with your movement.
Yuki learned three things that day.
He has a thing for cute things
You looked good in feminine outfits
He reacts like a Victorian man at the sliver of skin
As well as another thing, staying as your admirer was proving harder each day.
He just didnât know how lucky he would get in his third year.
Had to put in some last minute feminization because thatâs literally Yukiâs whole kink. Just didnât fit into this chapter well. Anyway, love exploring angst and fluff! Excited to write chapter 3 cuz itâll be graduation time!!
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Those Eyes
~Those Eyes by New West~
Author's Note: idk! tehe as always italics are flashbacks Summary: Y/N surprises Luke after a long few months near the end of his rookie season Warnings: implied smut, swearing Word Count: 3,887 Luke Hughes x fm!reader
The exhaustion on his face was heartbreaking enough. The loss was probably one of the hardest games sheâs ever watched. The second half the roster left the ice within the first two seconds she knew it was going to be a long night.
They fought hard and almost tied it late but the game ended in a disappointed loss. The camera panned towards Luke dart towards the tunnel with his head hanging low. Her shoulders hung low as she dropped her head into her hands.Â
She wanted nothing more than to hug him and hold him.Â
A groan fell from her lips as she took a deep breath. She stood up and wrapped her dark blue blanket around her body as she stumbled out of her bedroom. The blanket was draped acrossed her shoulders as she snuggled the ends against her chest.Â
âHowâd it go?â her roommate and best friend, Hannah, said as she saw Y/N walk out of the room.Â
âBad,â she let out as she wandered towards the kitchen, in desperate need of an alcoholic drink. âLuke looked so tired,â her voice cracked slightly.Â
âShit,â Hannah muttered as she brushed a few pieces of hair away from her face.Â
The party was in full swing and Luke spent most of the night trying to find Y/N. She promised that she was going to be there but not until after eleven. It was well past eleven and he couldnât find her.Â
Y/N texted him ten minutes ago and he was on the hunt for her instantly.
They were in a new relationship, only a few weeks but he was desperate to find her. There was barely any room to move or breathe. Shoving through the crowd, he kept shouting apologize yet no one seemed fazed by his efforts. Shimming his shoulders to the beat of the song every time he squeezed through a group of people to pretend like he was having a good time.
He would be having a good time if he could find her. Pressing his lips together he scanned the party. He was taller than majority of the crowd, so it was easy to scan the crowd. He brought his beer towards his lips as he bobbed his head to the music. Eyeing the crowd, he saw his teammates happily dancing with random girls they met just that night.Â
He ran his fingers through his hair as he continued to scan the crowd, a couple of girls met his gaze. Smiling or shyly looking away, none of them were even close to his girl.
After a few seconds, he finally found her. It was as if time stopped once he saw her, she slowly turned her gaze towards him. Smiling widely towards him, she leaned away from the wall she was against. His heart jumped into his throat as he smiled widely.Â
He began stumbling through the crowd, still shouting apologizes as he squeezed through a large crowd of his teammates. He looked up hoping to see her but he couldnât, until he felt a tap against his arm. Spinning around, he met her gaze.
âHey!â he shouted as he admired the way her lips curled up into a grin.
âI didnât realize how crazy this was going to be!â she shouted back. Luke nodded as he rested his hand onto her lower back, subconsciously pulling her towards him.Â
Leaning down, he whispered against her ear, âDo you want to stay out here or go somewhere quieter?âÂ
He pulled away, meeting her gaze. She pressed her lips together as she waved her finger towards him. He leaned back down as she delicately took a hold of his jaw. âCan we get a drink before we disappear?â she pulled back, her hand still holding his jaw. He immediately nodded. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he guided her towards the kitchen.
They bumped into a handful of his teammates and they were forced into conversations for a while before was able to get a drink. Even after she got her drink, she nearly finished it before they disappeared into his room.
He shut the door and the music instantly got quieter but it was still shaking the floor slightly. Luke smiled awkwardly towards her as he wiped his hand across his nose. She took another sip of her drink as she kept looking towards him.
âYou know what Iâm in the mood for?â Luke asked as he stepped towards her, taking a hold of her waist. He stole the drink from her and placed it onto the night stand beside his bed. He stumbled back towards his bed. She raised her eyebrows suspiciously, âA Friends marathon,â he let out as his legs hit the back of the bed, nearly forcing him to fall onto his back.Â
She barked out a laugh as she rolled her eyes playfully, âI could always watch that,â she mumbled as she climbed over him, laying beside him. He looked towards her, smiling softly as he began to pull up the TV show.Â
âCome âere,â he mumbled as she happily laid in his arms.
Y/N took a hold of two White Claws and walked towards the living room. Hannah eyes widened as she held out her hand excitedly for the drink. Y/N tossed it towards her. They both popped open their drinks as she sat down beside Hannah. She draped the blanket over the both of them.
âYou know, spring break is next week. You should go visit him,â Hannah offered before she brought the drink towards her lips. Y/N tilted her head back and let out a groan.
âI donât have the money for that,â Y/N mumbled as she tilted her head against the top of the couch. Shutting her eyes, an image of Luke on the bench. Defeat written all over his features.Â
âYou know who does,â Hannah expressed, âYour boyfriend.â
âI am not going to ask him for money,â she let out before she brought the drink towards her lips. Hannah let out a long dramatic sigh as she smacked her hand against the couch dramatically.Â
âItâs not asking him for money if itâs to visit him,â Hannah let out. Y/N pouted her lips as she tilted her head against the top of the couch. âSounds like he really needs it,â Hannah urged.Â
âYeah,â she mumbled, âI need it too.â Y/N shifted her gaze towards the TV to see a movie on the screen. It was one of her favorites and it was one of the new ones on Netflix.Â
Hannah shifted her gaze towards Y/N, frowning slightly before glancing back towards the screen. Hannah clenched her jaw as she frowned slightly. Y/N pulled her phone from her hoodie pocket, glancing at her phone screen to see a photo of Luke and herself.
It was a photo from one of his frat parties, the lights were dark and it was nearing the end of the party. They were both asleep on the half broken couch, they were facing one another, Lukeâs hands were wrapped around her body. One of his hands were on the base of the neck and his other was low on her hip. Her arms were around his upper body. In the photo, Dylan was tossing a blanket over them in the live photo and Mark was giggle as he took the photo.
Blinking rapidly, she felt her eyes start to well up in tears. She turned off the screen as she tilted her head back up to meet Hannahâs eye. There was a look in her eye that felt as though she was right.Â
After a few seconds, her phone started to ring. Pulling her phone up to see Luke was calling her.Â
She shot up, staring at his contact photo for a moment. It was a screenshot of him on FaceTime after he scored his first goal. He was smiling and laughing and so happy. Itâs been a little while since sheâs seen him like that.
Jumping off of the couch, she tossed the blanket towards Hannah. She brought the phone towards her ear. Neither of them said anything at first. Y/N walked towards her bedroom.
Luke took in a sharp breath as he sniffled.Â
âLuke, are you back at the hotel?â she questioned, before swallowing hard. He hummed. Shutting the door behind her, she immediately collapsed onto her bed. âAre you okay?â she asked.Â
âNo,â he choked out, âIâm so tired and I want the season to be done and my body fucking hurts,â he explained as he started to cry. Sheâs only seen him cry tears of joy. âI donât know how to do this, I canât do it anymore-itâs too much. I just want to go back to school and you. I just want to go back to you,â he sobbed. âI canât do another year of this,â
He took another sudden breath and another sob falling from his lips.Â
âLukey, Iâm so sorry,â she mumbled, âThe seasonâs almost done, my love-â
âWhat if I donât make it?â he let out, his voice completely cracking in the process.Â
âM-make what?â she let out while shaking her head. It was silent on his end of the phone as she heard him sniffle and take a deep breath.
âIâm supposed to be as good as Quinn and I-I canât and the fans hate me,âÂ
âThey donât hate you, Luke,â she tried to comfort him. âYouâre a Calder contender, Luke thatâs incredible, love, youâre almost through the toughest year in the league. Youâre getting through this,â she explained, trying not to tear up.Â
âWhen do you graduate again?â he let out, his voice cracked.
âDecemember,â she mumbled, âBarely a year left, my love.â
âI canât do another year without you,âÂ
That was the moment she realized that she needed to visit him when he was back in New Jersey. For the next hour she was on the phone with him, calming him down. There wasnât much of anything that she could say that truly could make him feel better. He was so exhausted that he ended falling asleep while on the phone with her.
After Luke fell asleep, she immediately called Jack. It ran a few times before he answered. âUh-hey, Y/N?â he let out groggily.Â
âHey Jack, Iâm sorry that I woke you,âÂ
ââS cool, whatâs wrong?â he muttered.Â
She took in a shaky breath, âLukeâs really struggling and I was hoping you could help me with something,â she mumbled. There was shuffling on his end of the phone.
âDo you need money for a flight? Iâll do anything, the kid is miserable,â he let out a dry chuckle before he continued to shuffle on his end of the phone.
Taking in a deep breath, âYeah.â
âOkay, so we come back late Saturday, can you be here by then? Our neighbor has an extra key. Iâll let him know that youâll be there to grab it,â he explained.
âWait really?â she asked.
âHe needs to see you. Iâll keep it a suprise,â he expressed. âJust let me know how much the flights are,âÂ
âThank you Jack,â her voice cracked as she spoke.
The party was nearing itâs end but Luke and Y/N were already in his room. It was normal for them to disappear near the end of the parties. Or in the middle of the parties. Or in the beginning of the parties. It was something theyâve been doing since the first party she attended six months ago.
He was laying on the bed, his hands were resting beneath his head. Sitting up, she brushed a few pieces of hair away from her face. Her lips fell into a pout as she delicately glided her hands across the curve of his abs line.Â
Pouting his lips, his eyes flickered up and down her frame. The small skin tight dress was starting to ride up her thighs. More and more of her skin was starting to get exposed. Swallowing hard, he tilted his head to the side. Pulling his hand away from his head, he took a delicate hold of the side of her thigh. He began to absentmindedly rub against her skin.Â
âDo you want to change into something comfier?â he asked as he ran his hand higher and higher. A small smirk formed to her lips as she leaned towards him. Her hands slowly glided up from his abs towards his jawline. Her fingertips glided so softly, his skin started to erupt in goosebumps.Â
His lips curled upward slowly as she slowly climbed onto his lap. His cheeks started to flush red as he continued to look towards her.Â
âI donât really have anything here,â she mumbled as she slowly leaned towards him. His hands slowly slipped down towards the back of her thighs. He squinted his eyes slightly as he fought the smile that was starting to form on his lips.
âIâve got clothes. Pretty comfy clothes. I mean I think theyâre pretty comfy,â he mumbled as he took in a sharp breath. She giggled as she leaned towards him, delicately pressing her lips against his. He hummed against her lips as his slowly ran his hands up the back of her thighs, climbing higher up her dress. She pulled away, raising her eyebrows suspiciously.Â
âWell give me some options,â she muttered before pressing her lips against his again for a few seconds. He smacked his hands against her ass forcing a giggle from her lips. âLuke!â she scolded as she climbed off his lap.Â
He fought off a grin forming to his lips as he followed after her. Stumbling towards his closet, she adjusted the bottom of her dress. Biting his bottom lip, he started looking through his t-shirts and hoodies.Â
âO-or you could just take the dress off,â he said shyly. Looking down towards her, she looked up towards him widening her eyes while fighting off a smirk.
âAre you trying to get me naked?â she let out teasingly. He pursed his lips forward, a blush forming to his cheeks.Â
âI didnât-I mean. If you donât feel comfortable or-â
âLuke,â she teased as she rested her hands onto his arms, âI was messing with you.â
âRight,â he muttered as he took in a sharp breath as he reached into his closet and pulled out a random t-shirt. âItâs-um pretty comfy if you want-â he let out.
She smiled up towards him as she took a hold of the shirt. She stepped backwards, looking into his eyes. âCan you help me?â she asked, smirking softly. Slowly, she spun around and pulled her hair away from her neck. Luke swallowed harshly as he felt his heart racing suddenly.
âAre you sure? I was technically kidding-â
âLuke,â she whispered.
âRight,â he let out as he slowly reached his hands towards her. He delicately rested his hand onto her hip while he reached for the zipper. He clenched his jaw nervously as he slowly started to glide the zipper down her back. Once it was completely unzipped he kept his hands on her waist. âCan I?â he asked barely above a whisper. She hummed.
Stepping towards her, he slowly glided his hand up her back. He slowly began to push the dress off of her body. Leaning towards her delicately pressed his lips against her shoulder. Tilting her head back, she rested it against his chest. Slowly the dress fell from her frame. Lukeâs hands happily wrapped around her body as she spun around to face him.
Looking up into his eyes, he felt his heart jump into his throat. âIs this okay?â he let out. She nodded as he leaned towards her kissing her softly yet urgently. Reaching down, he took a hold of her thighs. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she jumped up wrapping her legs around his waist. He walked towards the bed and delicately laid her onto it.
She looked up towards him with those eyes that he could never get tired of seeing. He smirked as he climbed on top of her, urgently leaning down and kissing her passionately.
She had been pacing in Lukeâs apartment for nearly an hour as she waited for both Jack and Luke to enter the apartment. Jack explained that after they landed in the airport, they would be back at their place within the hour. Which she found out was a lie because itâs been much longer than an hour and she needed to hold him.Â
Her phone buzzed in her pocket and she quickly pulled it out to see a text from Jack. They were almost up from the parking garage. She took in a deep breath as she continued to pace in a short three step cadence.
Her body was engulfed in tingles as she was starting to breath heavier and heavier. This was the first time sheâs even attempted a surprise like this and she was feeling the pressure.
Especially since Jack had been texting her since they planned it, telling her how much Luke needed to see her. How much he needed this surprise. It was everything for both of them.
She heard keys outside of the door and Lukeâs laugh.Â
She stopped moving, nearly stopped breathing. She stood awkwardly a handful of feet away from the front door.Â
The door was pushed open and Jack was the first one to step inside. He had a wide grin on his face as he nearly hopped away from the front door, holding his phone up excitedly.Â
Lukeâs gaze was on his phone as he walked inside. Abesentmindedly slipping his shoes off and rolling his suitcase to the side. He shoved his phone into his pocket at the same time she felt her phone vibrate in hers.Â
Luke lifted his gaze to see her standing in the living room. Their eyes connected and it felt like time stopped.Â
His mouth fell open as stood in shock for only a second. âOh my god,â he mumbled as he began to blink rapidly. His lips started to quiver and fall into a small pout as he took fast steps towards her.
A giggle fell from her lips as he held his hands out widely as he practically leaped towards her. He completely submerged her body in his as he urgently took a hold of her. She wrapped her arms around the center of his back.Â
âOh my god,â he let out as he shut his eyes harshly. One of his hands took a hold of the center of her back as his other one took a hold of her head, holding her tightly to his chest.Â
He didnât let go, he couldnât because if he did let go, she could be gone and he could wake up from a dream.Â
âFuck,â he let out as he pulled away, but kept his hand on her lower back and he moved his hand to the base of her neck. Scanning his features, she saw a few tears fall onto his cheek. Quickly, he submerged her in a bear hug again, still afraid of letting go.Â
Still holding her to her chest, he shifted his gaze towards Jack; who was no longer recording. He was simply smiling as he leaned his head against the wall. âDid you know?â he asked Jack. He simply nodded before he started walking towards his own bedroom.Â
After several more seconds, he finally pulled away. His hands were still rested on her waist as he looked deeply into her eyes. âI canât believe youâre here,â he mumbled, âI canât-â he shook his head as a wide smile formed to his lips. Bringing his hands up, he wiped the tears falling from his cheek. âCried twice this week, new record I think,â he joked as he reluctantly stepped away from her.
She pouted her lips as she watched he jog towards his suitcase quickly before he began dragging it. He held his hand out towards her and she gladly accepted it. They both began to walk towards his bedroom. He dragged the suitcase into his room, leaving it next to the door before he shifted his gaze towards her.Â
âYouâre actually here,â he mumbled.
âI am,â she let out barely above a whisper. He smiled softly as he rested his hands onto her cheeks and pulled her towards him. He kissed her as if a bomb was about to go off if he didnât. His entire body relaxed the second he felt her lips on his.Â
It was almost as if every ounce of tension, body pain, and exhaustion left his body. Her hands rested on his chest as also felt her entire body relax. He pulled away, taking a small breath as he rested his forehead against hers.
âYou have to tell me how you and Jack pulled this off,â he muttered before he stepped back. A chuckle fell from her lips. He pulled the winter jacket away from his body, his cheeks were flushed red. She sat down on the bed looking up towards him.
âAfter the Rangers game and after we talked, I called him and he helped me with getting a flights until Wednesday. I couldnât not see you after that,â she explained. He tiled his head to the side for a moment before he took off his hoodie. He tossed it towards the floor before he stepped towards her. He took a hold of her chin.Â
âBest girlfriend ever,â he mumbled half joking as he looked into her eye. While maintaining eye contact she scooted away from him, lying at the center of the bed. He quickly climbed on top of her. A giggle fell from her lips as his body weight was crushing her for a brief moment. He rested his head in the crook of her neck, as she ran her hand up and down his back slowly. Her fingertips sent shivers up and down his body.Â
Every few seconds, heâd sleepily press his lips against her neck. âLukey,â she muttered.Â
He hummed.
âI love you,â she whispered. She could feel him smile against her neck for a few seconds before he lifted his head up to meet her eye. Leaning down, he kissed her softly as he began to hold himself up as their lips remained connected.Â
Her hands started gliding through his hair, as he slowly pulled away. His lips were still hovering over hers, âI love you so much,â he muttered before he pecked her lips a few times before he reluctantly rolled onto his back. He began to slip under the comforter, she followed in pursuit.Â
âIf I didnât have a game tomorrow, we would be busy but-â he explained while rolling onto his side to face her. Following him, she faced him as she reached her hand over and delicately took a hold of his cheek. He shut his eyes as his lips slowly curled upward in a small smile.Â
âI know, my love, sleep good,â she whispered. He bit his bottom lip as he reached towards her, taking a hold of her thigh and dragging her body towards him, practically on top of him.Â
âOh I will,â he whispered before he pressed his lips against hers for a long moment. âYou really are the best, you know that?â he whispered against her lips.Â
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For some reason people seem to be interpreting Tommy gifting Buck Lakers tickets as proof of how much he doesn't know him or ignores his preferences because Buck hates basketball.
And that's just such bs.
Here's why I think Tommy gave Buck those tickets abd why they make perfect sense and are actually a very romantic gift for them specifically:
I'm assuming they are counting the day of their first kiss as the start of their relationship ergo their anniversary date, but even if they don't this still makes sense.
Because their first kiss happened on the same day as the basketball game that started it all.
The basketball game that Buck went to despite not liking the sport because he liked Tommy.
The Basketball game that Buck maimed his best friend at because he liked Tommy and was jealous.
The basketball game that was kind of a train wreck which then led to Tommy turning up at Buck's loft which then led to their first kiss.
The basketball game that plays a pivotal role in jump starting their relationship.
Basketball isn't Buck's favourite sport, but it got him Tommy.
So yeah that gift is sweet and actually funny, especially paired with Tommy's comment about how Buck can totally take Eddie only to immediately making it clear that Buck absolutely can't take Eddie because the tickets are for them as a couple. Because Buck played basketball for Tommy. They're bantering because that's what couples do. Teasing each other fondly has been part of the love language of their relationship from the very beginning.
The gift was never about basketball. It's about them and their story together. It's Tommy saying 'I see you'.
It's a gift that's meaningful and personal.
It's sweet af.
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Thawing Out
collab with @ellecdc
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | part 12
cw: modern au, chronic pain, alcohol, smoking
poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ⥠3.2k words
Remus is quiet the next day at practice. Or maybe thatâs only in your head. After all, itâs not like he can just shout across the ice at you like he used to at home, not with the rink packed with a dozen other figure skaters practicing before their events today and tomorrow. Maybe itâs only easier for you to imagine he feels as confused and conflicted as you do.Â
Evidently youâd been wrong about the feelings between Remus and Sirius. Or if you were right, Remus hasnât taken notice of it himself yet. But perhaps itâs not your place to assume that you know what he wants. As you learned last night, you donât even know what you want.Â
You didnât realize how badly youâve been wanting to kiss Remus until he did it for you. Your mind emptied out and your body reacted like it had been waiting for years, desperate to feel him, to learn all of him, with your mouth and your hands and the press of your nose against his cheek. Your skin became more sensitive than itâs ever been under his touch. Youâve never felt more aware of your body than you are on the ice, but Remus ignited something different in you. The softest press of his hand made you want to bend and mold yourself to his liking.Â
Ordinarily, youâd be desperate to tell Sirius. Heâs your best friend, your partner, heâs known about every crush youâve had since you were teenagers. But when you woke up this morning, thought about seeing him and divulging every detail from the night before, something odd and unpleasant curdled in your gut.Â
Youâve never had the urge to keep secrets from Sirius before. But this, you find, you donât want him to know. It makes you feel sick even now, going in and out of turns with him while Remus watches you both from outside the boards. Watching your best friend look at you like everything is normal, with all the trust in the world, and knowing that youâre keeping this from him.Â
You feel guilty, though you donât know why. And you donât know if itâs for kissing Remus or for letting Remus kiss you. All you know is that suddenly whenever Sirius looks at you, you feel like youâre holding his heart in your hands, and you arenât certain you can be trusted with it.Â
âThe American is looking at you,â Sirius says as you finish your routine.Â
You glance behind you, catching the eyes of another skater before he looks away. Your face heats.Â
âHe couldâve been looking at you,â you point out.Â
âBabe, there are lots of people here looking at me, but just as many with their eyes on you.â Sirius grins, slipping an arm around your waist. âWe can feed the rumors that weâre together if you want to keep them from bothering you,â he says in a low voice, eyes drooping in a show of flirtation, âbut donât pretend youâre not the most gorgeous thing here.âÂ
Remusâ voice echoes in your head. Youâre beautiful. Your heartbeat pounds. Sirius is watching you with an easy familiarity, waiting for you to either give him the go ahead or tell him to back off. The feeling of his hand on your back makes something tighten in your core, even as that strange guilt spreads through the same area like a blight.Â
You swallow. âWould you be okay to run the death spiral again?âÂ
Sirius blinks. âNow? Itâs a bit crowded for that.âÂ
âI think we can manage.â You move away from his arm, taking him by the hand instead. Your eyes meet Remusâ as you skate to a clear part of the rink. Maybe itâs still only your imagination, but you think he looks as distraught as you feel.Â
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Remus feels like a piece of shit.Â
Heâs known about Siriusâ feelings for you since forever, but youâd looked at Remus like he was still worthy of admiration and apparently that was all it took to bring him to his knees. It felt like the worst possible betrayal of Sirius, who was finally maybe becoming his friend, and then when Remus had tried to reverse course heâd hurt you, too.Â
The way youâd looked at himâsurprised, wounded, uncertain. Remus had been too panicked to give you the explanation you deserved. Heâd left you like that. And though you acted normal at practice today, he can tell heâs left you confused.Â
Weeks of building trust with the both of youâat first unconsciously, but lately with more intention and hopeâand Remus has managed to ruin it in the course of a night. You and Sirius deserve better.Â
Remus wanted to be your friendâif his actions last night were any indication, part of him has wanted to be more than thatâbut heâll have to make it up to you by being your coach. If he canât do anything else, he still can get you through this competition. Heâll leave it up to you to decide if you want anything to do with him after that.Â
And part of being your coach, he reasons, is making sure you get enough sleep the night before competition. He doubts youâll want to see him again, but still Remus knocks on your door to ensure youâre getting ready for bed at a reasonable hour. His heart squeezes when you answer with your toothbrush in your mouth, those sweet pajamas of yours creased and crinkled from the night before. Youâre an angel for making it easy on him, your usual smiley self as you assure Remus youâre going straight to bed and wish him a good night before shutting the door.Â
Siriusâ room is only next to yours. The lights are out, which Remus takes as a good sign, but when he knocks thereâs no answer. He knocks again.Â
âSirius,â he says into the doorframe. âJust say something if youâre going to sleep.âÂ
He waits for a groan or a resentful grumble, but thereâs no sound. He knocks for a while longer. When Remus finally gets out his phone to call his charge, he listens for buzzing in the room, but he doesnât hear it.Â
Sirius picks up on the third ring.Â
It takes Remus a while to find him. Siriusâ instructions were vague and convoluted, partly because he was lost himself and partly because of the way his words were slurring. Eventually Remus locates the other boy on the rooftop of a bar, Siriusâ legs dangling out over the street and a cigarette dangling from his mouth.Â
Remus has to negotiate with the bar manager for a handful of minutes before heâs shown the frightening metal ladder that goes up to the roof. When he sits down beside Sirius, the first thing he does is pluck the cigarette from between his lips.Â
âOi!â Sirius turns to him. Remus sets a hand on his chest, a perhaps overcautious measure to ensure he doesnât lean himself right off the roof. âI thought you were cool about that.âÂ
âNot the night before comp.â Remus steals the cig for himself, looking at Sirius over the glow of the cherry. âDid they just let you up here?âÂ
It takes Sirius a second to catch onto what heâs asking about. âYeah. Why?âÂ
Remus shakes his head, fighting a grin. âYou always get whatever you want, donât you?âÂ
Sirius' laugh is short and bitter. âNot quite.âÂ
He turns away from Remus, and Remusâ heart sinks. For a brief, harrowing moment, he thinks, He knows.Â
Sirius says to the empty night air, âWhy donât we see how we place tomorrow, and you can tell me then if I always get what I want.âÂ
âOh, I see.â Remus takes another drag, relieved. âSo youâve come up here to have a pity party about things that havenât happened yet. Have I got that right?âÂ
Sirius pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. Remus snatches it before he can react. The other boy turns around, angry now. âPiss off, Remus.âÂ
âWish that I could,â Remus says evenly, stowing the pack in his pocket, âbut itâs my job to make sure you perform as well as you can tomorrow. That means working lungs and a clear head.â
Sirius sulks but doesnât try to grab them back. He only looks out into the black night.Â
âSirius,â says Remus, âif youâre worried about whether youâre going to medal, or what medal youâre going to get, thatâs pointless. You canât control how anyone else performs or how you measure up relative to them. All you can do is give your best to your routine.âÂ
âRight. Is that how you thought about it as well?âÂ
âNo,â he admits. âBut you guys didnât hire a competitive teenage prick, you hired a coach.âÂ
Siriusâ mouth kicks up at the corner. âI suppose that is better.âÂ
âI think so,â Remus agrees. He watches the other boy for a handful of moments, sensing an opening. âYou know, when it comes down to it, doing your best might involve doing an actual death spiral.â
Siriusâ expression sours again, but Remus presses on.Â
âI know you could do it if you wanted to. You donât seem to want to, though. I donât get why. At first I thought you might not trust y/n to keep herself level, but obviously youâd trust her with anything. And she trusts you to keep her there, too, so whatâs the issue?âÂ
For a while, it seems as though Sirius might not reply. The silence is thick and heavy. He continues looking out at nothing, at the stars hidden behind thick clouds, but eventually his lips part on a sigh.Â
âShe trusts too easily. She shouldnât be so sure of me.âÂ
Remusâ brows furrow. Something unexpected about getting to know Sirius has been learning how quickly all his brash confidence can crumble away. Itâs almost never when someone else is upset with him; rather, when heâs upset with himself. Remus used to get irritated by the other boyâs bravado, but now heâs just beginning to realize how fragile it truly is. That he never needed to bring Sirius down a peg, because Sirius was almost always already doing it himself. Heâs still not quite used to it.
âLetâs get back,â Remus says gently. âItâs cold up here.âÂ
Sirius doesnât protest as Remus leads him downstairs, watching carefully as he climbs down the creaky ladder. On the street Sirius nearly walks into a brick wall, and Remus takes his elbow in hand to prevent it.Â
âYou know,â he says, ây/n was actually just telling me last night that she was worried she was going to let you down.âÂ
Sirius makes an appalled scoffing sound. âHer? What for?âÂ
âI donât know,â Remus half fibs. âBut it would probably sound equally ridiculous to her that youâre thinking the same thing about her. And from an outside perspective, itâs always seemed to me like youâre perfectly suited to each other.âÂ
Sirius makes a low, whiny sound. Remus startles when he pulls out of his grasp.Â
âNeither of you get it.â He lists sideways.Â
Remus grabs for him, getting an arm securely around Siriusâ waist. He canât help but think that two weeks ago this sort of behavior from Sirius would have irked him, but now he only feels a bemused sort of tenderness. He doesnât understand what Sirius is so upset about, but he can tell itâs not nothing. âExplain it,â he coaxes.Â
Sirius seems almost relieved to have been pulled back. He lets himself lean into Remusâ side. âI donât deserve her trust,â he says in a quiet, mumbly voice. âI donât deserve any of her. I donât know why good people like her and James and you always find me, but Iâm no good at keeping you. Iâll get mean, or selfish, and youâll see. But I canâtââ His voice thins, and Remusâ grip on him tightens unconsciously. âI canât risk losing her. Iâm going to get her hurt, and sheâll stop trusting me, and Iâll have let her down again. I canât do it.âÂ
The pair walks for a while in silence. Remus can feel the shadows of deeper fears swimming underneath the ones Sirius has just divulged to him, but heâs not sure how to respond. Even during Remusâ most spectacular failures of his career, he was at least the only one who got hurt. He was never tied to anyone else, never risked anybody but himself. If he messed up, he suffered the consequences, and that was it.Â
Remus holds Sirius against him as he uses his card to enter the Village. The halls are quiet, most athletes and staff having turned in for the night.Â
âWhen I first started working with the two of you,â Remus says lowly, âI didnât always see why y/n trusted you so much, either. You were a brilliant skater, of course, but you just seemed like such a tosser.âÂ
That works as intended, getting a puff of laughter out of Sirius.Â
âBut I knew I had to figure out a way to work with you, and she just seemed to have complete faith in you. So after a while, I just started trusting that she knew what she was doing. She knew you better than I did, of course, so I figured the two of you had an understanding I just couldnât comprehend. And the longer I worked with you, the more I could see how she was right.
âWhat Iâm trying to say is, it took me a while to trust you, but I came around because I trusted her. You trust her, donât you?âÂ
Sirius has been quiet, but at this, he looks up as though in surprise. âOf course, yeah.âÂ
Remus suppresses a smile. They both fall silent as they pass by your room, eyes catching on the door youâre sleeping behind like thereâs a sirenâs call coming from within. Remus wonders if itâs for the same reasons.Â
After Sirius lets them into his room, Remus continues softly, âSo maybe you ought to give it a try. If you canât trust yourself, trust the faith she has in you. When is she ever wrong?âÂ
He expects Sirius to smile at that, but he doesnât seem to be in the mood for joking. His eyes are big and sad as he sits down on his bed, a quiet sort of asking in them.Â
âI think she could be wrong about this,â he says in a near whisper.Â
Remusâ throat aches with sympathy. He crouches by Siriusâ feet, ignoring the protests of his hip to start taking off the other boyâs shoes.Â
âSheâs not,â he says. âSheâs just smarter than the both of us. Youâre loyal, and brave, and kind. Sheâs always known that, but it took me a while to catch on.â
âIâm not.â Sirius sounds almost desperate.Â
Remus doesnât back down. âYou are.â Frustration and tenderness war inside him. He sets his hands on Siriusâ knees, looking him in the eyes. âWhy would I lie to you?âÂ
A look comes over Sirius face, peculiar only in the moment before Remus recognizes it. Heâs seen Sirius look that way a thousand times. At you.Â
Remusâ heart thumps.Â
âââ ââ
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â âââ
Remusâ thumb strokes over his thigh, and Siriusâ heart does something abhorrent behind his ribs
âSirius.â Amber eyes look into his, warm and earnest and unrelenting. âWhy would I lie?âÂ
Sirius began to sober up as soon as Remus called him earlier tonight. Heâd started drinking to try and rid himself of that pesky, familiar feeling of derealization that had taken hold, but heâd stopped then. Paid his tab and gone up to the roof, where in the cool air Sirius had the powerful, frightening urge to wait for Remus and tell him everything about himself. Tell him every last terrible thing and see if he flinched.Â
Only he hadnât flinched. Heâd taken Sirius home, whatever drunkenness was left lost on the wind during the walk, and taken his shoes off for him, and told him in various words that he was worth something.Â
And now Remus is rubbing the sides of his knees. And his hands are gentle and so are his eyes, and his expression says that he believes it, that Sirius is worth something, and Sirus thinks, Fuck it.Â
If it goes poorly, he can say tomorrow that he was drunk and doesnât remember a thing.
Sirius mashes his lips into Remusâ.Â
A hoarse sound tears from somewhere inside Remus. He pushes against Siriusâ mouth, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt and pressing him backwards onto the bed. The mattress is hard and the frame creaks under their combined weight, Remusâ hand finding Siriusâ throat and wrapping around it like an embrace.Â
Sirius flips them over. Remus lets him, reclining back against the pillow propped along the wall and tugging Sirius closer like someoneâs going to rip him away. He tastes like chocolate and cigarettes. A low whine rises in Siriusâ throat.Â
Remusâ hands loosen their grip. âWait.âÂ
âNo,â Sirius pleads.Â
âArenât youâŚ.â Remus pants. He pulls their lips apart but doesnât go far, resting his forehead against Siriusâ. âIâm confused. I thought you had feelings for y/n.âÂ
Sirius sucks in a breath. âYou know about that?âÂ
A quiet, nervous chuckle. âYeah, love. But youâve just kissed me, soâŚI suppose Iâm wondering what that means.âÂ
Siriusâ heart trembles. âI donât know,â he says. âI donât know.âÂ
âItâs alright.â Remusâ voice is a balm. He kisses Sirius once, a soft peck. âWhat do you feel?âÂ
Sirius opens his eyes and finds Remus watching him. The other boyâs forehead sits a bit higher than his, so Sirius has to tilt his gaze up, feeling cracked open and wretched.Â
âI donât know,â he says again, softer. âIs it bad to want both?âÂ
Thereâs a brief pause. Remusâ brow creases slightly. âI donât think so,â he replies. âBut I have to tell you something.âÂ
Sirius takes his forehead away from Remusâ, putting a couple of inches between them. âGo on, then.âÂ
âLast night, I kissed y/n.âÂ
Sirius braces himself to hide a reaction, but thereâs nowhere to hide from Remusâ perceptive gaze and after a moment, Sirius finds thereâs not much reaction to hide anyway. He doesnât feel upset. The idea of Remus kissing you isâŚwell, itâs not unlike hearing him call you pet names or watching him touch you. Sirius doesnât wish that Remus hadnât done it, only that heâd been there as well. He does sort of wish that heâd gotten to kiss both of you first, though.Â
âI stopped it as soon as my head caught up to me,â Remus goes on. He seems to be studying Sirius, though Sirius has no clue what he might find. âI felt really awful for doing it when I knew you had feelings for her, but now that youâve said that, I think I might have feelings for both of you, too.âÂ
âBrilliant.â Siriusâ heart is hammering, but he does his best to make his voice sound unaffected. âThen what do we do now?âÂ
âââ ââ
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You stumble out of bed half-awake. Youâre not even entirely sure if someoneâs knocked on your door or if youâve dreamed it, but your feet propel you there with urgency nonetheless. You rub your eyes as you open it, mouth stretching with a yawn.Â
Sirius and Remus are standing outside, both rumpled but still in their daytime clothes. Their pupils are blown and lips wet and swollen.Â
âWe were wondering,â says Remus, slightly breathlessly, âif you might have a moment.â
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Black, Purple, and Blue
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Synopsis: The amount of times your husband gets hit during the Ravens game quickly has you concerned, but he tries to reassure you that there is nothing to worry about
Pairing: Husband!Joe Burrow x Wife!Reader
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Hit after hit after hit
You watched your husband get pummeled to the ground multiple times against the Ravens from the comfort of your bed at your home in Cincinnati and it seemed as if there was no end in sight. Multiple people had asked if you wanted to watch the game with them, but you quickly decided against it. You would rather be at home by yourself and not be at some random bar hearing people drunk off their asses talking about your husband if he were to lose.
A fight almost ensued between you and another fan during Joeâs second season with the Bengals and from that point on, you knew it wasnât even worth your time. You knew Joe was an amazing quarterback and his stats proved it despite what people may say about him.
The game was not moving in the direction that you originally thought, but despite this you still held onto hope since the score was so close.
Joe had confessed to you earlier in the week how anxious and nervous he was for this game and it was to be expected. They were playing in Baltimore on their turf, but seeing how the Ravens caused them an upset at home, it would only be right if the Bengals did the same thing.
Joe was always focused during the season, but it went to a different level when he was playing any team within the same division as the Bengals were.
When the Ravens had gotten the ball back, the camera suddenly cut to the Bengals sideline and you could see Joe wincing in pain as he was holding the left side of his body, Silently cursing to yourself before letting out a sigh, the wheels in your head began to turn and immediately thought the worst.
This time last year as he was playing the Ravens, he sustained his wrist injury that put him out for the rest of the season and the last thing you wanted was for him to go through that all over again. You saw the way it bothered him deep down, even though he thought he was being good at putting up a front for you.
Being married for a total of four years, you could see right through his bullshit and could immediately tell when something was off with him.
You took a sip of your strawberry flavored Truly as you saw Joe throw to JaâMarr and end up with a touchdown and quickly placed it back down on the table in order to celebrate.
But now, it was time for your nerves to be turned up to another level because you saw them wanting to go for a two point conversion.
âYou cannot be fucking serious right now.â You quietly said out loud, even though there was no one in the room but you.
During the play, someone on the Ravens defense had pulled Joeâs face mask and you were yelling at the television seeing as how they never even called it.
Suddenly, your phone rang next to you and you debated on whether you should answer it until you saw that it was your cousin Yalisa. Clicking accept, the first thing you heard was her yelling.
âY/N! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS GOING ON IN THIS GAME?! DO YOU SEE HOW MANY CALLS THEY MISSED?! And not them beating your husband like he stole something.â
âIâm so over this, I donât even know anymore. It seems like they are personally working against them. Did you see him grab Joeâs face mask?â
âYes! And thatâs why I called you! Are the refs blind?!â
âUm, the only names Iâve heard all night are Joe and Jaâmarr. It doesnât seem like anyone else showed up to play today.â
âSee? Thatâs why Joe is as ripped as he is now because heâs carrying this team on his fucking back!â
âAnd he keeps wincing, so Iâm concerned because he has yet to seek medical attention. He just keeps going back in and I can tell that something is wrong with him.â You quietly said and tried to take a deep breath to help ground you from the uneasy feeling that was creeping in.
âI guess he sees it as he has to go back in because who the fuck else is going to? They are seriously pissing me off. Is this the week that Zac gets fired?â She asked and you immediately stifled a laugh.
âAs much as I would like that to become a reality, a lot more things need to change beside that one.â
It was one in the morning when your phone rang alerting you that you had a facetime call from your husband and you immediately answered.
The two of you stared at each other as you noticed Joe was laying down. In order to get more comfortable, he adjusted himself and you once again saw him wince. But before you could say anything about it, you heard his voice.
âI didnât wake you up did I?â He asked and you simply shook your head no.
âNo, and you know I always wait for you to call me before I go to sleep. I have to hear your voice one way or another.â
âAnd hearing your voice has to be my favorite thing in the world. I just canât wait until tomorrow when I actually get to hold you.â
âI canât wait for that either and I am going to fix all your favorite comfort foods and weâll eat ourselves into a food coma to get through this.â You replied as you brought the comforter higher up your body since you were getting cold.
âWhile watching rom coms of course.â
âA man that knows a way to my heart.â You told him and he gave you a small smile.
It was quiet for a few seconds and then you spoke up again.
âBaby?â
âYes?â
âI saw you wincing during the game. I donât like when you wince.â
âIâm okay, really. Itâs not a big deal.â
âJoey, donât give me that. You got hit multiple times. If something happened thenâŚâ
âI promise that Iâm okay, just a little sore. I already took the motrin that you slipped in my bag for me earlier.â
âWell someone has to do it seeing as you always forget.â
âTrue, and I donât know what I would do without you.â
âStop! Stop being so cute when youâre so far away and I canât kiss you until you get back, itâs not fair.â You whined and Joe let out a small laugh.
âYou can have all the kisses you want once you see me. Promise.â
âJoey? How are you and do not under any circumstances bullshit me right now because I will be on the first flight to Baltimore if you do.â
The deep sigh he let out before giving you a verbal answer was telling.
âFrustrated.â
âGo on.â
âIt seems like there is a disconnect somewhere and I canât put my finger on it.â
âCough your coach Zac Taylor cough.â
âWell, that and there is something else. Just havenât quite figured it out yet.â
âCan I be honest? You are amazing in your own right and even though I know that you already know this, Joey the last thing I ever want to happen is for you to in lack of better words waste your career for an organization that doesnât quite seem like they value or care about you. Like, my husband is the shit and Iâm not being biased. You are one of the best, if not the best, okay now Iâm being biased. But, youâre amazing and I just want so much better for you. Do you know how much it hurts to see you so upset every week that you lose knowing that you show up every time for your team and give 100% while others donât?â
â
Hearing the front door open from you and Joeâs shared office as you were working on your laptop, you immediately hopped up and ran to the foyer to greet him.
As soon as he spotted you, his bag was thrown to the side as he opened up his arms to embrace you as he placed several kisses on your lips.
When you did bring him in for a hug, once again you saw him wince.
âJosephâŚ.â
âNo, stop. Iâm fine.â
âHmm, pull up your shirt.â
âDamn, you want me to fuck you already? I was thinkingâŚâ Joe started to say, but you cut him off.
âNo! Well yes, but not yet! Lift it.â
âButâŚâ
âNOW.â
Once he did, you saw a black, purple, and blue bruise in the area where his ribs were on the left side and immediately gasped.
âBABY!â
âIâm fine, just a little bruised. I donât want you to worry yourself.â He told you as he put his shirt back down and grabbed your hand as he kissed the back of it.
âA LITTLE bruise? It literally takes up a very good portion of your torso. And how can I not worry? My husband is a professional football player. Worrying is ingrained in my brain now. It got ingrained when I met you at LSU so stop.â
âWould it make you feel better that I got checked out before we got on our flight to come back home because it was bothering me when I woke up?â
âYes. Kind of. But still!"
âAnd Iâm fine. I promise like I said, and you're so cute when you worry about me."
"Not cute, I get flustered and pray nothing bad happens to you."
Crossing your arms, you nodded your head as Joe uncrossed them and leaned down to kiss you.
"Nothing is going to happen, and I'm going to need you to relax for me. Now that we got that out of the way, Iâm also going to need my wife to lose her clothes.â
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MDNI. luke castellan x fem!reader (halloween) đ
you prepare lukeâs make-up for halloween night
warnings: just pure sexual tension đŤŚ
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"You´ll be taking care of me, little Red Hood?" Luke asked, sitting down on the wooden chair placed in the middle of the room at cabin eleven.
Your silk red skirt brushed the back of your thighs as you turned around, cleaning the last bit of face paint from a thin brush. "I will, Mr. Castellan" you joked.
The cabin is packed, like most of the time, but today was for a different reason. A bunch of Hermes´ boys were getting their make up done by you and your sisters, the reason? Halloween night. It was kind of a tradition for the Aphrodite cabin to help out with the costumes for the big party. And as much as a pain it is to help all the campers, you couldn´t deny that it was fun to pick out what your friends should be dressing out as for tonight and then doing their makeup to match the costume, and right now, it was time to help the worst breed; the boys.
They were men, therefore, they were basic, they´ve all decided to dress up as skeletons.
Soft pop music was playing inside the cabin as you felt a faint smell of cherries and hot chocolate. It was a comforting yet fun place to be at right now, like a beauty salon, but chill and without the white lights and burning chemical smells. More of your sisters were currently taking care of some other boys´ make up, painting their faces in black and white scary features that would barely make them look human at night, and now, it was Luke´s turn.
Luke´s face was already quite chiseled, like those marble Greek statues. You stepped back a second to take a good look at his face; sharp features, big nose, small eyes, plushy lips. Good, this would be fun.
"Alright" you state, "Just stay still and let me do all the work"
You leaned in slightly, starting to draw the outline of Luke´s face with a white make-up pencil. You and Luke stood silent, unlike the rest of the campers who kept on chatting and screaming at each other due to failed skeleton features. You planned on doing the simple; a white or pale base with black features like eyes, nose, cheekbones and mouth, maybe even some shadows, just like you did with Connor and Travis, who specifically asked for you to prepare them.
"I didn´t know you were so good at this" Luke finally spoke, anticipating to break the ice a little.
"What can I say?" you smiled, "I have many hidden talents"
You continued on, working in the lines, making the transition between the white and his perfectetly tanned skin. He was such a lovely canvas, his skin was clean, and smooth. You were actually a little scared to end up making him look bad. "Your jawline´s perfect" you muttered as you dragged the pencil there, more to yourself than to him.
Luke chuckled, "Is it now?"
You only dart your eyes away from your work to look into his eyes for a second, then back to your progress. Your teeth barely show as you smile a little, glossy red lips only shining brighter. "Okay, don´t get all cocky now" you tease.
Luke was used to flirting with everyone he met, and of course, people flirting back. But seeing you so focused on his face, the pen working on his face with you so close to him, gave him a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach.
You felt so close. Luke could smell a faint scent of cherries coming from you, and the hairspray of your hair. He could almost feel the warmth of your body too, standing so close to him, your body leaning down towards his face, making him look upwards to take a look at your face. You hissed then, taking a soft grip of your lower back, "Shit" you whisper. You were uncomfortable, being hunched over for so long.
"You okay?" Luke asked.
"Yeah" you reply, "Just-, my back´s killing me. I´ve been like this for an hour" you explain, you´ve been in the same position for the past other two boys you prepared.
Luke looked concerned for a second. So he shifted on his seat then, opening his thighs, basically welcoming you.
You stood speechless, pencil in hand as you chuckled softly, unable to react, or move.
"Come on" he urged you softly, his eyes locking on yours as he patted his thigh. You knew he wasn´t inviting you to sit there, âeven though he wouldn´t complain if you didâ, rather than in between them. "I don´t bite"
You scoff then, shaking your pencil in between your fingers. Your boots step into the tiny space then, back straightened as you only have to look down to Luke´s face, "Sure you don´t" you reply.
He lets out a short chuckle, tilting his face up to maintain eye contact. The air feels weirdly tense. Your fingers take a soft hold of his chin as you tilt his head a little more up, dragging the pencil over the lines once again; just in case. Luke´s eyes remain open, taking a look at your costume.
A deep scarlet skirt almost too short paired with tall, heeled backboots and a white button-up that hugged your figure just perfectly, and the black corset over it did just the rest of the magic, along with, of course, the red silk cape and hood.
"You look great" he muttered out, trying to get a reaction out of you.
You stop your movements for a second, looking at him dead in the eye again, but with a serious face, only to go back to your job as if he said nothing. "Great doesn´t cover it" you reply, tilting your head slightly.
He chuckled at that. You had no idea how right you were. You were gorgeous in that outfit and he could swear you looked like a damn goddess, a vision come to life just to taunt him.
"Cocky-" he muttered with a playful smile.
"Don´t move" you interrupt, leaning down a little bit more just for a second, the thin pencil brushing past the outline of his lips.
Your face was closer to his now, the scent of his cologne made you feel lightheaded.
Luke had that type of aura; the one that was always surrounded by a nice scent. The type that made you want to lean in closer, the type that was warm and comforting, yet he was no sweet pea, but a little more rough. Manly, with his legs spread open like that for you to stand in between, or for you to sit whenever you liked.
And with his face so close to you, you made and observation; Luke was handsome.
Very.
Just when you finished tracing the outlines of his eyes, lips, and cheekbones, you turned around to dip a pencil into some black face paint. Luke remained politely silent, lips closed and hands over his thighs as he followed your every movement. He was watching you intently as you worked. You looked so focused and careful, like it was an important and serious job, and for gods sake, it was Halloween makeup. He wondered if you were just doing it so perfectly to impress him, which was working, and Luke had to admit it was cute to see you so fixated on his face.
He could feel his heart pound in his chest. Sitting there, having you so close, all he could think of was touching you. How could he not when you were wearing such clothes that he loved?
Of course he wouldn´t. He was patient, and he was very much enjoying the game so far. But you were so close , it was so tempting. And he did have a very bad self-control.
You took your sweet time blending the black paint over Luke´s face with a small brush. He was being an obedient boy, sitting still, with no smart remarks coming from his mouth. How rare.
He enjoyed just watching you, watching your expression change slightly as you applied more and more paint on, watching the tip of your tongue dart out of your mouth every once in a while. It was so hard to keep his hands tucked into balled-up fists on his thighs.
But he wouldn´t stop staring at you, your face.
But you stepped back, pencil on your hand and a small smile growing on your glossy lips, but your brows furrow. You were slightly confused. Luke stared back, not a single expression on his face. His face was sharp looking, focused, stone. And the black paint was doing nothing but only making him look more-, attractive.
"Don´t look at me like that" you smile barely, more confused than actually chilled about what was happening.
"Like what?" He asked, the black paint only remarking the scary and sharp features on his now painted face.
You looked a bit flushed, your makeup and hair perfect. But he wanted to mess it up , ruin it a little. He kept staring at you, not bating an eye. "Like-," you cut yourself off, turning slightly to the side to grab a different pencil before dipping it in more black face paint, "Like you´re undressing me with your eyes or something" you say, too shy to say the words loudly, stepping in between the space of his thighs again, too afraid that somebody else would hear you.
Oh, but Luke heard you just right.
He hums quietly, a smirk pulling at his lips at your embarrassed expression.
You´re standing there, in between his thighs again, and he has to force himself to keep his hands in place. He looked up at you, eyes focused on you as you applied the paint on him. And you were so concetrated on the task in front of you, on his face, you didn´t realise how badly he wanted you.
He was hungry, and it took every bit of his self-control to keep from touching you.
"Maybe I am" he responds quietly.
His voice is low, and the tone he uses makes you freeze. His eyes burn into your skin, like he´s daring you to respond, to say something, anything, back. And for the first time, you have nothing to say, no witty response. You just look back into his eyes.
And there is something in them, something that makes your heart beat faster.
He stares back, not moving, not speaking, and the tension is almost palpable. You swallow hard, your throat suddenly dry, and you try to ignore the way your body is reacting. Luke has never had this effect on you before.
âPerv" is the only thing you manage to reply, not even a full sentence, not even speaking fully, just whispering into his face as you go back to your task, you only wanted this to be over now.
You can tell by the way his shoulders are tense that he´s struggling not to move. But he doesn´t, and his silence makes your stomach twist and turn. You know he´s enjoying this, and the fact that he knows what he´s doing to you is almost enough to make you snap.
Luke saw the way he made you blush and trip into your own thoughts, and that was enough for him.
You remained awfully silent for the rest of the time, with Luke´s eyes still piercing through your soul until you´re done. "There" you say as you finish touching up the last bits of shadows onto his lips, "All done" you say softly, walking back to the small table to start cleaning brushes again.
Luke stood up, turning around to face you. His face was completely covered in white and black, his skin was unrecognizable.
He walked over to you slowly, and the way he was moving was almost predatory, like he was stalking his prey. You felt a shiver run down your spine, and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. The rest of your sisters and his brothers didn´t seem to notice a thing or even try to look to your direction, too busy invested into their own conversations.
You grab a towel, and you feel it-, oh you feel it. Like when someone´s standing behind you, the cold feeling that drips down your spine, ready to attack. Luke places his hand on each side of the table, his chest so close to be pressing to your back, trapping you against the table; and you couldn´t even see him properly.
"Just a question-," he says, clearing his throat briefly, "How effective is the make-up remover?"
Your breathing hitches for a moment. His voice was ridiculously low and whispery against you. You swallow, and the room suddenly feels too hot.
âUm-" you reply, trying to focus on cleaning the brushes instead of the man standing right behind you. "Very. It´ll clean right away, don´t worry" you reply poorly.
"Oh-. no, I wasn´t asking because of me", he replies, and he leans in a little closer, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. You can feel the heat of his breath and it sends a jolt of electricity through your body, "I was asking for you. I don´t wanna leave any mark on your face after you´ve worked so hard on yourself"
Well, who would´ve though this guy was a poet? Hiding meanings behind words?
"That´s very considerate of you" you reply, trying not to sound too eager, but the way your voice cracks tells him all he needs to know.
Luke nods once, a smirk on his lips, and you can practically hear it in his voice. He leans down, his lips grazing the skin of your neck and his nose ghosting over the shell of your ear.
"I´ll make sure you find me", he whispers.
And with that, he steps back, his presence gone as fast as it arrived to the scene. Your hands tremble slightly as you finish putting the last brushes away, and your face burns hot. He had suddenly left you wanting, a feeling you didn´t even have when you first started working on him.
But you had to head back to your cabin now, and fuck-, were you mad you couldn´t get what you wanted now.
Luke surely knew he had started some type of game, your pretty little self caught in between his webs⌠but the night was only starting, and soon enough, you would be the one trapping him.
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so I agree with the end result of most of what you're saying, which is that trans men shouldn't be treated as a punching bag and that some queer/feminist spaces need to get a handle on their misandry towards trans men.
but here's the thing. you said
cis men who are generally praised and celebrated in society should be able to take some mean jokes or criticisms and accept they're not always going to be lauded.
and I just don't follow that logic. criticism is one thing, but mean jokes?
I want to quickly say up top that I'm not trying to have a go at you; I see this sentiment from time to time in the (online, usually) spaces I'm in and it's something I want to push back on.
first of all, and this shouldn't matter but it will to some people: you don't know the full identity of every person you meet. you don't know who is stealth trans, or autistic, or invisibly disabled, or has a history of being bullied. in an online environment you don't even know who's a person of colour or visibly disabled.
so if you throw a blanket 'I can bully cis men who are generally lauded by society' net, you will catch men who are not lauded by society, and add to their marginalisation and likely their poor mental health. I know bully isn't a word you used, but repeatedly making jokes intended to bring someone down is going to wind up being bullying.
now I say I don't think that should matter because: what is the great harm to us, in queer/feminist spaces, if we treat everyone with respect and kindness? the usual caveats of course, if someone is being antagonistic or otherwise making a space unsafe then that should be managed as appropriate, but even then no part of that should involve stopping your respect. it certainly shouldn't involve treating them a bit 'nasty'.
part of this is recognising the difference between systemic issues and individual issues. yes, 'men', broadly speaking, are responsible for complex systems of oppression that lead to harm, abuse, marginalisation, gatekept opportunities, etc. but random Guy No 625 that shows up with his girlfriend to the bi visibility event is not personally responsible for that. maybe he's contributed to it or maybe he's spent his whole life campaigning for idk abortion rights and you have no idea. it doesn't matter. he's certainly benefited from the patriarchy; it still doesn't matter. what would bullying this man achieve? nothing.
you mention that privileged cis men need to understand that privilege isn't going to carry over to queer/feminist spaces and I do agree with that. they should be treated with the same amount of respect and consideration as everyone else, and if they're used to the world revolving around them that is going to feel like less, and their feelings shouldn't necessarily be coddled about that. but again, that's not being mean to someone, that's just treating them like a human being.
idk. we should try and live in the world we want to create. that isn't always possible, but you can definitely treat every person as an individual deserving of respect. if they turn out to be a mysoginist, just respectfully kick them out of the space and move on.
I notice sometimes in queer and feminist spaces the idea of "this group is generally given more leniency and privileges in wider society; it's okay for us to be critical or even a little nasty to them because anywhere else they'd be praised". and that's understandable, i think. when you have real issues with men and how men act, it's ok to express that and to mock mens behavior. cis men who are generally praised and celebrated in society should be able to take some mean jokes or criticisms and accept they're not always going to be lauded.
but since queer and feminist spaces are generally more accepting of trans people and the wider society is not, this is also projected on to trans men. "trans men are men" was an affirming statement to our validity, but that was interpreted as "since trans men are men, and men are celebrated by society, I get to be a little nasty to them because the rest of society worships men. they can take it."
but the rest of society doesn't have that same level of trans acceptance. they don't see trans men as men, they see trans men as mentally ill, broken, mutilated women. so it's absolutely aggravating when we turn to queer and feminist spaces for solidarity, we face the same reactive nastiness cis men get and are told "come on, trans men are men. you are celebrated in society. you can take it." and when we look at the rest of society there's no celebration. there's only more nastiness and cruelty. so how can we "take it" when we have no community that accepts us and treats us without mockery? we don't have the shelter of acceptance that cis men have in the status quo, and sometimes we can't find a small umbrella of acceptance in queer communities either.
to be honest, I think a lot of people view trans men as a safe punching bag to vent their frustrations with men. you can mistreat a trans man and he's probably not going to fight you back since he's already so beat down. you can feel like you put a man in his place, you can feel like you're resisting the patriarchy. but all you did was act cruel to a marginalized person. and you know if you treated a cis man like that you might be putting yourself in danger, cos he might not take it lying down and he might not care as much about your wellbeing!
trans men are men, but trans men are not cis men. cis men are lauded and celebrated in society as long as they conform to the gender roles that were placed on them at birth. and this privilege is extremely conditional and not equally spread between men of different sexualities, races, ethnicities, ability, age, etc; trans men and intersex men are thrown to the side completely. I understand needing to vent about men. trans men do it too. but a persistent attitude of resentment and cruelty towards all men, including trans men, is not activism. all you do is push marginalized men out of the only communities they belong
#I realise this is complex and especially FEELS complex to people who've been harmed by men and are dealing with trauma from that#I'm not saying everyone has to be perfect at this#but I saw your initial assertion that of course men should be put down for the crimes of the patriarchy#and it just made me sad#that's a good chunk of the population#you express how it can be extended to you by people following that principle overzealously#who is this helping?#I certainly don't have all the answers or experience#but I know that when I've been a leader in spaces and allowed 'punching up' jokes to happen#not even to the person from the demographic it was about but just in their vicinity#it has led to way more harm than good#in this case yes he was a gay man in a queer group and the dominance of gay men organising our parade (at the time) made many events#exclusionary#but a joke doesn't capture any nuance so instead it just insulted gay men broadly speaking#in front of a survivor of conversion practices#as you can imagine that didn't go great#so like#just be respectful of people#regardless of who they are#that doesn't mean you have to be friends with them just#yeah#anyway I hope I've made sense#pretty sure the tags haven't
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City Pigeons Bleed Green - Part 24
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âWe should make Hâ Jason spend some time in here,â Danny said. He was good with the rest of the name now, but he still struggled with with Jason. He was trying. âHe could use the reason to relax.â
âI do not believe that Todd is capable of relaxing,â Damian said with a little frown and Danny was pretty sure meant Damian was uncertain, but other people tended to think that it meant Damian was judging them.
âSure he can. He makes a great pillow too,â Danny said. He leaned over and bumped his shoulders against Damianâs. âTotally bet if you just just sat down and leaned against him, he wouldnât do anything.â
âTch.â
âOkay, sure, half of that would be because heâd be too shocked, but really. Heâs secretly a cuddler but, like, in a totally different way than Dick. Jason is more like Cass is.â
Damianâs brows were knitted together, but he gave a considering little nod at that.
Danny was glad that Damian went through the door to the hall first. He wasnât sure when it had happened, exactly, but being out of the apartment now felt wrong and bad and⌠scary. Danny knew that had delayed them taking him to the Manor and was making some of them anxious, but Danny just couldnât⌠it was hard to shake, even if everywhere they went had been safe.
âHow were the kittens, Dandelion?â Jason asked. He was leaning against one wall and Lacey stood next to him, looking at something on her phone.
âPointy,â Danny said with a little smile, âand very cute.â
âWe are going to go see the dogs now instead,â Damian said.
âOkay,â Lacey said with a smile. âYour brother and I were talking about what might work for you. I think we have a few options, but I actually have someone in mind for you to meet first of the bunch. She might not work at all but⌠I have a hunch.â
âAs ludicrous as it sounds, Ms. Laceyâs hunches do often play out,â Damian said. âWhich dog are we going to see?â
âYou havenât met her yet. She just came here from another shelter because the last one didnât have the space for her. Before that she was out in the suburbs where she had been adopted, but she kept trying to herd all the other animals and children. They got her from a shelter where she had been surrendered by her owners because they moved to a new apartment that wouldnât let a dog like her in.â
Danny frown grew as Lacey talked. âOh, wow⌠sheâs been through a lot of homes, hasnât she?â
âShe has, and itâs really not her fault. Sheâs only a year and a half old, so sheâs still a bit of a puppy and will need training, but sheâs a real sweetheart and I think she just needs the right person to love her back.â Lacey paused in front of a door and opened it to some sort of waiting room. âNow, she is a large dog, so Iâll keep her on a harness when I bring him in and you let me know when youâre comfortable for her to come close, okay?â
âOkay,â Danny agreed. He knew he had told Damian not small, but he was suddenly a little concerned by how large was large.
Jason must have been able to tell, because he led Danny over to the small couch to sit down with him while Damian scooted the chair he chose closer to Dannyâs open side.
Very, was the answer to how large was large a few minutes later when Lacey brought in a huge dog. The bright red harness barely visible through the mass of black fur that seemed to stand straight out from the dog in a massive mane.
âOkay, come on girl, down,â Lacey said, drawing out the words.
When the large, deep black eyes turned to her, she pointed purposefully at the ground. The dog huffed and settled on the floor looking like some avant guard throw pillow. She snuffed curiously at the group and shuffled forward a few inches on her belly before peering up at Lacey to see if she was noticed.
âStay. Like I said, still a puppy,â Lacey said fondly.
âWhat breeds do we suspect she is?â Damian asked.
âSheâs definitely a large part chow,â Lacey answered. âShe has the black mouth and everything. Weâre guessing black lab maybe as some of the rest or some other sporting dog. From those breeds, and her behavior so far, sheâs going to be loyal and protective. She will need to be exercised as specially at this age sheâll have a lot of energy, but I know you have the yard to let her run. Fetch or retrieval games will be great stimulation for her and walks can probably be kept pretty short, but I know that Damian could help you train her. Do you want to come over here and let her smell your hand? Or we could just let her settle in and wander the room.â
âIâll, umâŚâ Danny trailed off as he moved to sit down on the ground at Jasonâs feet. He leaned forward and offered his hand, stretching out as far as he could.
The mass of fluff crept forward a few inches, then a few more, and the last few to where she was close enough to sniff at Dannyâs hand. The curly tail started to wag before the dog gave Dannyâs hand a lick.
A small smile lit up Dannyâs face. âOh, youâre just a big fluffy sweetheart, arenât you?â
âShe really is. She gives me the biggest puppy dog eyes every time someone passes her and doesnât give her attention. She really wants nothing more than to be with people or other pets and part of a family,â Lacey said.
Danny watched the dog snuff at Dannyâs hand before he decided that it was probably okay to move forward a little more so that he could pet the dog. His fingers sank into the thick black fur and the curly tail started to wag.
âSheâs kinda like a big teddy bear,â Danny said, completely missing the look that Damian and Jason exchanged behind his back at that statement.
âChows are like that.,â Lacey agreed. âThey get a bad rep because they can be really protective of their owners, so if sheâs the dog you go with, you will need to work on socializing her. Taking her to the dog park or things like that would be a good step.â
âIt will help that there is such a large amount of family and acquaintances coming and going from the manor,â Damian added. âBut if she is the dog that will be yours, we can easily set up a plan for socialization.â
âI, um, Iâve never adopted a pet before. How do I know if sheâs the right one?â Danny asked.
âSeeing if you get a long is a good start. With a big dog like her, I think you should walk him a little and play some. We can try some tricks too and see how she listens to you,â Lacey said. âWe have a two week trial window where if you think sheâs the right dog, sheâll go home with you and you can see how it all works out. If it doesnât, she comes back here no issues.â
Danny took in a calming breath and let it out. âOkay, letâs see how it goes.â
The dog was a lot. There was no doubt about that what with her size, but she did seem very eager to listen. She apparently walked very well with Danny, even if that was almost sandwiched up against Dannyâs side between him and the road. It reminded him of how Jason always walked, as if guarding Danny from the world.
There back at the shelter now. Danny buried his fingers in the dogâs thick fur, ruffling it idly.
âWhat do you guys think?â he asked his brothers.
âI think that she will be a loyal dog for you,â Damian said, âand that training her may also be beneficial for you.â
âThat,â Jason said, âand that she likes you already just like you like her already. I think the only real question is whatâs her name going to be?â
Danny looked down at the almost bottomless seeming brown eyes that were staring adoringly back up at him. âUrsa. Her nameâs Ursa.â
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Ursa took to the Manor immediatelyâ or at least took next to being by Dannyâs side in the manor. His bed seemed much smaller with her laying next to him, but he had a feeling it he woke up that night with a nightmare that it wouldnât last long.
His fingers tightened in her mane as he took a breath and hit send on the text message to Babs.
Her name is Jasmine Fenton.
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Please. Tommys helicopter crashing while him and Buck are still broken up? That would be such great drama.
You know what I want? I want Buck to get mad. He has yet to actually get mad at a love interest. He's been hurt and confused, but I want him to get angry. I want him to go out and fuck like he's getting revenge on Tommy, even though he's the one who got left behind again, and I want him to convince himself he's absolutely fine. Eddie can see it, of course. Bobby and Maddie and all the people who love him can see that he's not fine, but I want Buck to pretend he is like he'll die if he doesn't. He deletes Tommy's name from his contacts and dumps all his stuff in the trash and erases his existence from his life like he's nothing more than yesterday's news.
I want this to continue through the rest of the season, long enough that both the characters and the audience start to think that maybe Buck is fine after all. Maybe this whole thing with Tommy was just a mistake, a hiccup. Maybe Tommy was right and saw writing on the wall that Buck didn't. Maybe he was smart by getting out when he did because Buck doesn't cry. He doesn't vent to Eddie, or show up on his doorstep like a kicked puppy. He lives fast and vibrant, and shows up to work covered in hickeys and lipstick and other people's cologne, and if Tommy really was as transformative of a love as he believed he was, shouldn't he be devastated?
Anyway.
Fast forward to the season finale. Athena has been following a case of corporate corruption where an auto and aeronautics manufacturer has been exposed for using faulty parts in their vehicles that have resulted in auto collisions and deaths across the country. None of this really concerns or interests Buck at all, if he's being honest. He fixes his own car for the most part (Tommy showed him how) and that which he can't do, he takes to his usual mom-and-pop mechanic for them to work on. Which is to say that, his life consists of sex and work, so news reports of [Same Company] being responsible for a Cessna crashing in Northern California don't really filter through.
Not until the 118 is called to a helicopter crash just outside of Los Angeles.
Even then, Buck doesn't think about Tommy. Why would he? Tommy Kinard is barely even a memory at this point, just an idea on the edge of his brain, an almost that was quickly buried. Helicopters crash all the time, so he has no reason to believe there's anything out of the ordinary about this one. But then when they're en route, Maddie's voice comes over the radio, tight with emotion and forcibly professional in a way that makes him immediately nauseous: Captain Nash, please be advised that the helicopter in question is one of our own. It's an LAFD chopper. Then, Hen and Eddie and Chimney and Bobby all turn to look at him, and Buck has nowhere to run from their gaze. Even if he did, he couldn't, because he feels paralyzed. Bobby's voice asking if there are any survivors, and Maddie's voice saying she's unsure get lost to the thrum of his heartbeat in his ears. Every repressed emotion, every memory, every bit of desperate longing and grief and love and anger comes rushing back in full force and all Buck can do is sit there while the engine weaves through Los Angeles traffic.
Tommy is fine, of course. He codes on the way to the hospital (Buck performing CPR on his boyfriend while begging him to stay alive is my drug), but once all is said and done, once he's come out of surgery with a little more metal in his body than he went in there with, he's okay. Buck isn't, not by a mile. He's full of too many emotions that he doesn't know how to sort through, chief among them being love, followed closely by anger, and then, guilt, of all things. But after Tommy opens his eyes, after Buck breaks down spectacularly, and after they finally confess that they love each other, Buck makes Tommy look him in the eyes:
"You don't get to run from this. Not again. I mean it. If you get scared, you talk to me. If you need to slow down, you talk to me. You don't make decisions for me, for us, and expect me to be okay with it. That's not how this works."
"Okay."
"I mean it, Tommy. I can't -"
"I mean it too. I promise. Okay?"
"Okay."
Anyways. Yeah. That's how I would do it.
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"I think we need to stay in sight of that guy," Theo said of the orderly still by the door, ready for a fight and not wanting to give him any excuse to decide to go after them or to send others after them. "We can't be accused of anything if so many people can see us," but it did leave them exposed to the other patients as the common room ended up full of people.
A patient repeated the scream "He's dead!" He shouted followed by what could only really be described as a mad cackle before he jumped onto one of the tables and proceeded to start to dance while he sang the phrase merrily. Some patients clapped to no particular beat, laughing along, some were crying and starting to argue with each other. The tension in the room was rapidly rising but it felt somehow better than whatever was in the corridor, someone was wailing and bawling with tears.
Mauve was right, two deaths was weird, troubling in fact. "I think so." He couldn't remember how much time passed between deaths in the ward but two in two days did feel excessive. "This one feels different, something is really wrong." His eyes shifted from the unpredictable patients and to the corridor door way, wanting to know what had happened and who was dead. "Do you think someone killed an orderly?" The whistles had stopped and the shouting carried on and the sheer panic from the other patients who had fled the corridor was out of character. Theo felt himself shaking and his heart racing, not at all comfortable in the situation but he made sure to stick beside Mauve. Whatever was coming they would handle together, right.
One of the orderlies came tumbling through the corridor doorway, distraught as he landed on his hands and knees and promptly threw up all over the floor, making several patients start hollering and laughing. Theo looked at the man and despite hating the orderlies, seeing him so disturbed was horribly unnerving. "This is bad," Theo whispered to her nervously.
"No one goes in that corridor! No one moves!" Ordered another orderly who emerged from the corridor behind the vomiting man. "All of you get down on the floor, lie down on your stomachs, hands to your sides and to yourselves. GET DOWN!" He ordered, pulling out a baton and turning it on with a terrible crackling and then a buzz. Patients started doing as they were told and Theo stole a quick glance to Mauve to encourage her to follow suit.
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Violet followed Theo's example, taking a few steps back until her back was against the wall. The common room was filled with more and more patients as they fled from the corridor, screaming, wailing, and sometimes laughing hysterically. If it was a fight, they'd be participating. No, this was different. She nodded. "Yes, you're right. Let's- let's just stay here... or should we go hide in the kitchen?"
In the chaos of screams and limbs, Violet couldn't help but notice that Cecil was strangely calm. She didn't think much of it -he was a dangerous, unpredictable man. If anything, she preferred for him to stay calm!
A scream confirmed Violet's worst suspicions: someone else was dead. "It's happened again," she whispered, pale as a sheet, "two deaths in two days... that's a lot, right? Even for the ward?" Had Cecil killed someone? Was that why he was so calm? But he'd been in the common room this whole time!
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Wait for your love | jjk (teaser)
â Â pairing: firefighter!jungkook x female readerÂ
â Â genre: kind of exes to lovers, parents au, angst, fluff, and smutÂ
â rating: 18+Â
â Â summary: sixteen years ago, your life was turned upside down when you surrendered to the temptation â none other than jungkook, the star basketball player on your schoolâs team. today, after all that time, you reunite under tragic circumstances; a car crash where he saves your life.
â Â words: 577
â  authorâs note: here you have the teaser of the fic iâm currently working on đ¤ you have a tiny little teaser below & i hope youâll enjoy it â¤ď¸
â  tag list: let me know in any way if you want to be tagged when i post this and if you are part of my permanent taglist, you will automatically be added â¨
Jungkook and his team got called for a car accident involving several cars, and when they arrived, the scene was horrific.
There are probably five cars pressed and smashed one against the other. There are people injured and bleeding walking around the scene. Paramedics are already taking care of them, but Jungkook is walking to the cars to retrieve the people stuck inside. His captain screams orders and tells him which car he should go to.
His eyes look around, his heart breaking when he sees everyone involved and still stuck in their cars. Visions like this are quite common for him, it doesnât happen all the time but itâs still recurrent. At the end of the day, his job is to save people in this type of situation.
When he reaches the car, he was assigned to, he takes a look at how many people there are inside. Thereâs just one person, a woman behind the steering wheel. She has her hand on her head, clearly showing that she might have a headache. She doesnât really move. Instantly, Jungkook tries to open the door, but itâs showing a bit of resistance.
It feels impossible to open the door, but Jungkook sees the womanâs head falling. Heâs getting worrier; sheâs slumping into sleep which isnât a good sign as she was holding her head barely seconds ago. He then proceeds to break the window so he can try to open it from inside. There are other possible ways, but it would be harder and more dangerous to get her out of the vehicle.
âMaâam,â he says with urge.
Eventually, he manages to open the damn door from the inside. A good part of the carâs front is crashing into her. Before even thinking of taking her out, he places a cervical collar to protect her neck and spine.
âMaâam,â he repeats. âCan you hear me?â
She doesnât answer at all. Jungkook gets closer, his fingers brushing the hair from her face, but when he finally gets to properly see the womanâs face, his heart skips a beat. This woman is none other than you. His mind canât start to get lost in the past right now. He needs to focus on taking you out of the car. Â Â
Youâre in pretty bad shape.
Thereâs blood on your forehead, you most probably have a wound on top of your head. Thereâs also blood at the level of your stomach, turning your green shirt into a very dark color. He can distinguish a big fragment of glass shoved into your belly. It doesnât look good. Your legs are also completely smashed by the front, causing the steering wheel to be very close to your body.  Hopefully, your legs arenât too injured. He doesnât even want to start thinking about all the bruises on your body.
Slowly, he places one hand behind your back while his other hand slowly pushes your legs. Heâs trying to be as careful as possible to avoid causing any other injury. Â His strong arms hold you once he manages to fully remove you from the car. His eyes look down at your face with evident pain. He notices how youâre trying to open your eyes which makes him think that youâre trying to fight the urge to fall asleep.
âYn,â he says while walking to an ambulance. âPlease, stay with me,â he whispers with despair. âIâve finally found you, and I canât lose you right away.â
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hold my heart and watch it burn |ex-husband!eddie munson x ex-wife!reader|
prompt: your first christmas apart and it's proving to be a lot harder and lonelier than you thought.
contains: i mean, you know i'm gonna write christmas angst lmao. so angst. divorce. ex-husband!eddie. dad!eddie. mentions of loneliness. of fighting. language. holiday blues. divorce blues. just sad but a little better at the end? maybe? kinda?
"Jude!" Your voice drops, breathy with a stern hiss that your eight year old ignored, running ahead through the crowds of people bustling through the ridiculously busy Starcourt Mall.
Lucy's small hand in yours, you pulled her through the crowds of people, dodging a woman and her twenty shopping bags that swung when she turned, nearly taking you out.
"Jude Wayne, stop." A rare tone of your voice came out, void of it's usual lightness that you always used with the kids- a tone that you usually reserved for their father.
"Woah," Your shoulders tensed, fighting back a grimace at the squeal Lucy let out, wringing her hand out of your grip. Speak of the devil, you thought, lips pursing to hold back the snarl you wanted to give. You wouldn't, not in front of the kids, no- you'd keep it civil for them, even though you wanted to smack the smug, dimpled grin that greeted you when you did finally look at him.
"Hi, sweetheart." Eddie hummed, eyes rolling over your figure, hoisting Lucy on his hip.
Your lips twisted, fighting back an eye roll. "Hi," You snapped curtly, turning to Jude, bending at your knees to get to his level. "Jude, you can't run through the mall, honey. You have to stay with me-"
"-Ah, he was just excited, baby." Eddie grinned, nodding at the young boy, who looked so much like him. "Weren't you, Jude?"
"Yeah, Mama." Jude nodded, lips curling in a positively sweetly devious grin- just like his Daddy's. You could feel your heart melting already. "I just want to see Santa. I hafta tell him the things on my list or he'll-"
"-You will, Jude." You sighed, the start of a headache pulsating dully at the base of your skull. "We'll walk to the line right now, and you both can tell Santa what you want, ok?"
Jude nodded, still walking ahead in quick, excited steps. Your eyes cut to Eddie, looking past him towards Lucy. "Surprised you showed up on time." Your tone clipped, quiet enough that the kids couldn't hear but that he did.
Eddie scoffed, a snort of air. "Showed up on time to see my kids? That's not very nice." Eddie's tone stayed light though his eyes narrowed when they looked at you.
"The truth isn't always nice, is it?" You quipped, turning forward to look at Jude.
"You act like I don't come to every thing they do." Eddie retaliated, a low hiss in his tone that left your jaw clenching with a familiar bubbling rage. "Really trying to make me into the deadbeat dad, hm?"
"I can't make you into anything." You scoffed. "But if the shoe fits-"
"-You're really doin' this?" Eddie's voice dropped, jaw ground tight with irritation. "Really? Today you're gonna start this?"
"I'm not starting anything." You snapped, a little louder than you meant to, eyeing Jude and Lucy carefully. "You're the one who's usually late to things. It's a fact."
Eddie scoffed, a light airy laugh leaving his lips that made your blood boil, nails digging into your balled fists. "Please. You think I don't know what this is about?"
"What?" You snapped, brows furrowed at him.
"Oh, c'mon, you're pissed about Trina." Eddie turned, looking at you fully.
You knew he had to see the way your heart dropped, sinking into a burning pit in your belly, filled with ache.
Trina was a bartender at The Hideout, she'd been one since you and Eddie had started going, and one you'd always felt a little wary of. The way she'd giggle and bat her eyes at Eddie- she'd been a catalyst to a few fights when you were still together.
Last Saturday morning, Eddie was late coming to the house to get the kids.
"Rough night?" You giggled, his hair wild, eyes puffy with lack of sleep- a look you'd seen too many times before, one that was always a sign he was hungover.
"Yeah, sorry, I forgot to set my alarm last night. I went out, and got a little... ya know," Eddie had muttered, running a hand down his face. "Had to shower because I smelt like smoke and didn't want Lucy's allergies actin' up, and I had to take Trina to her apartment, then I had to get gas, and-"
"-Trina?" You'd nearly spat. "From-From The Hideout, Trina?"
"Yeah, we, uh, we kinda went out last night." Eddie wouldn't meet your eyes, looking anywhere but at you. "I mean, you've been goin' on dates, and... ya know." He lifted his hand, nervously running his fingers through his bangs, a habit he'd always had.
You noticed the gold band missing from his left hand for the first time since your wedding, stomach dropping as he walked in, greeted by your children's excited squeals.
You were sick in the bathroom after that.
Now, your stomach still flipped, still burned with a familiar nauseating ache. Standing in line, trying to feign excitement listening to Jude and Lucy babble on and on about what they wanted Santa to bring them, trying to ignore the spiraling thoughts that consumed your mind.
The same thoughts that kept you up at night, tear stained cheeks pressed into the pillow next to yours, that still smelled like Eddie- the one he'd slept on three nights before his date with Trina. Did he know he was going out with her when he laid there next to you? Was he thinking of her when he had slid into you that same night? When he kissed you so fiercely, so full of love that it left you dizzy, did he wish it was her instead?
A piercing wail of a infant cut through your thoughts, taking another zombie like step towards the front of the line. Jude was bouncing, eyes so wide an intense, honed in on the older man in a red suit juggling the screaming baby to a photo.
"What're you gonna ask for Luce?" Eddie hummed, bouncing the four year old on his hip with a grin.
"Play Doh," Lucy gave a toothy smile. "The ones where you can make the rings." She shoved her chubby finger towards Eddie with emphasis.
"Oh, you gonna make some rings for Daddy?" Eddie grinned, glowing from the inside out- damn him, he was a good dad. Your heart fluttered when he wiggled his own fingers at her playfully, rings shining dully under the white Christmas lights of the mall. "I've been needin' some new ones."
Lucy laughed, silly infectious giggles that had your lips tugging in a grin, your hand smoothing over the wool of Jude's jacket. "You ready Luce? You're next." You cooed, stepping up to the bright candy caned line.
A bored teenage 'elf' looked at you with a less than jolly expression, waving them over as the kids ahead went bounding towards the mall Santa.
"Stay with Jude. Hold her hand, Jude. We'll be right over here." Your voice tightened, not moving until her hand was in his, scampering towards the next marker. "Smile pretty!"
"C'mon," Eddie muttered, his hand softly on the small of your back. "They're good."
You glared at him, huffing and pulling away from his grasp. "Don't talk to me like that."
Eddie sighed, tired and bored. "Like what?"
"Like that," You sneered, voice low as you stood behind the gate with the other parents, watching their kids as they told Santa their lists. "You don't have to be so condescending."
"Condescending." Eddie rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, just like that." You snarled, turning away from him, lips in a tight, annoyed line. "Like you always are."
Eddie nodded, slowly, tongue running on the inside of his cheek. There was a tense pause, both of you looking forward wordlessly.
"Look, I don't know what pissed you off so bad, if it's the Trina thing or-"
"-Can you not do this?" You bit in a hushed hiss. "Watch your kids. Don't make this about us." Your chin jerked towards Jude and Lucy, who were too enthralled with climbing on the fake sleigh to look back at two of you, which you were thankful for.
Eddie laughed humorlessly, an airy, unamused snort of air and you could feel him stiffening beside you. "Fine."
The eye roll you gave was so fierce it left you with a headache between the brows, fingers tapping on your crossed arms, trying to ignore him- to be present for your kids, enjoy and embrace the moment, but dammit was it hard. When he always had to have the last fucking word. Flashbacks of countless fights spun through your mind like a rolodex.
You managed enough cheer to mask the tension, greeting Jude and Lucy with their waving candy canes. "Did you tell Santa what you wanted?" You cooed, a hand running over Lucy's head.
"Yeah," Jude hugged your waist. "I told him I'd been really good, but will you tell him too, Mama? When you talk to him later."
You smiled, warm with content at his childlike innocence. "Of course." You nodded. "Let me pay for your photo and you can take it to Papa Wayne-"
"-I got it." Eddie muttered, still not looking at you, already flicking through the bills of his wallet, handing them to the cashier dressed like a elf.
"Let me pay you my half." You frowned, slinging your purse forward, pulling the zipper.
Eddie shook his head with an eye roll, nodding at the cashier, before stepping to the side. He sifted through the change in his palm, plucking out two quarters and handing them to Lucy and Jude. "Here, go get something out of the gumball machine."
Lucy and Jude squealed with excitement, bounding towards the array of candy and toy machines in the middle of the mall, ignoring your shout of warning.
"They already have a candy cane." You looked at Eddie with a bored expression. "So you're giving them more sugar?"
"Jesus Christ, it's the holidays." Eddie huffed. "Thought this was your favorite holiday?"
"It is." You countered, arms crossing over your frame defensively.
"Then quit bein' so mean." Eddie shook his head. "Just 'cause you're pissed at me."
"I'm not pissed at you." Your lips pressed in a hard line. "Not everything is about you."
Eddie let out a laugh, teetering on mocking and mean. "I- you know what, I give up." He shook his head. "Stay in your foul mood, whatever."
His hand fell on the white envelope on the counter, pulling the small photo out, handing it to you. "Here. Merry Christmas." His words fell flat, filled with irritation. "I'll have them back by eight tonight."
You fought back a snarl, looking at the grinning face of your children on the glossy photo, two identical smiles that reminded you so much of the man you loved- used to love.
"C'mon, let's go see Papa." Eddie clapped, grinning at the kids. "Tell Mama bye." His eyes met your with a forced grin, teeth nearly baring at you.
You swallowed the growing lump in your throat, bending to hug each of them, pressing a kiss to their cheeks. "Be good, ok? Tell Papa I said hi."
Your eyes met Eddie's, a beat of silence between both of you, nearly challenging the other to speak first, to admit defeat. Neither of you did.
Eddie gave a curt nod, turning in the opposite direction with your children through the ever growing crowd.
You felt incredibly lonely, walking to your car silently, a sinking feeling in the pit of your tummy.
"Fuck-" Your fingers brushing the tip of the box, pushing it further back onto the shelf, away from your grasp.
Your annoyed huff echoed off the concrete of the garage walls, settling back on your tip toes. "Are you fuckin' serious? Ed-" Your words were strangled in your throat, heart dropping with sudden realization.
He wasn't here.
You should've been used to it by now. The house was empty, quiet even with the stereo playing. You'd turned it on, shoved a worn Christmas cassette tape in and tried to drown out the miserable silence that filled the house.
It used to be a tradition, just for the two of you. You and Eddie would drop the kids off at Wayne's going back home to wrap all the gifts you'd hidden. Eddie was always in charge of that, hiding them in the hard to reach, clever places around the house. You'd make hot toddies on the stove, Eddie would put on your favorite Christmas cassette without asking, and you'd spend the evening wrapping gifts.
Your first Christmas, Eddie had been so excited, positively beaming as you wrapped little onesies and teething toys- small gifts for Jude, but Eddie still boasted with pride. "Can you believe we're really doin' this? We're parents. Real parents wrapping real gifts for our real kid. Isn't- That's just fuckin' insane."
Now, you were alone, wrapping gifts for your kids and filling out the gift tag just to them for the first time in years.
The feeling was anything but joyful, sitting on your couch alone while Rudolph played lowly in the background. The hot toddy you'd made didn't nearly lift your spirits the way you hoped. No, if anything, it only made you feel worse.
Maybe it had been a mistake- the divorce. The thought had consumed you since you'd heard about Trina. Maybe Eddie was right, maybe the divorce was too much. Maybe you should have gone to therapy instead. Why else would you be feeling like this? Alone and miserable and full of regret. Were you just jealous? Was it the longer, darker days and colder weather messing with your mind? Or was it really that you-
"Hellooooooo!" Jude's sing-songy scream had you jumping, the hot liquid sloshing over the edge of the mug, splashing on to your reindeer printed pajamas.
"In here." Your voice was tight, not passing for the cheery tone you were hoping.
Two sets of feet bounded towards you as you set down your mug. Jude and Lucy came in, babbling with excitement about their day with Papa Wayne, still in their snow boots and coats.
"Mama, we saw Papa today an-and he asked me if I could make him some extra reindeer food so he can have some for his roof too, so Santa doesn't miss him." Jude jumped in your lap, eyes bright and wild as he told his story with excitement.
"Did he?" You grinned, unzipping Jude's jacket gently. "We'll have to make him some, won't we?"
"Yeah." Jude nodded, looking over at the tree. "Are those for us?" His eyes widened.
"Not until Christmas." You pointed at him. "Or I'll take them all back."
Jude pouted, eyes darting towards the screen. Your eyes cut towards Eddie as he helped Lucy out of her little snow boots, shimmying them off carefully and putting them by the door. The ache in your chest only grew.
You stood, crossing the living room towards the entry way. "Hey, Luce," You cooed, pressing a kiss to the top of her head when she flung herself at you. "Did you have fun today with Papa?"
"Yeah," Lucy giggled, hanging off your leg. "We gotta see the lights."
"The neighbors," Eddie muttered, his gaze not meeting yours, looking at Lucy instead. "They have a bunch of light displays now. Decked out the whole trailer. She really liked it."
"That sounds like fun." You smoothed a hand over her head. "Why don't you go see what Jude's watching? Let me talk to Daddy for a minute. Ok?" You tracked her as she bounded towards the living room, plopping next to Jude on the couch.
An uncomfortable silence filled the space between you and Eddie before you even turned around.
"So, um," You swallowed, rocking back and forth on your slippered toes. "Sounds like they had a good time." You lifted your head, looking up at Eddie.
"Yeah, they had fun." Eddie shoved his hands in the pockets of his jacket, eyes flickering from you to the frilly garland over the door. That same dreaded pause came back, filling the space between you.
"I'll head out," Eddie broke the silence, your heart lurching at his words. "I'll, uh, be back tomorrow morning, if that's cool? Stop by and-"
"-Wait," Your tone was fiercer than you meant it to be, Eddie's eyes told you that. "I-I just-" You turned towards the kitchen, heart hammering with a steady thud in your ears.
"I, uh, I made hot toddies." You swallowed your hammering heart. "Why don't you- I mean, if you want one, yo-you could stay for a while. Put the kids to bed, ya know, if you don't have plans or whatever." You muttered, cringing at how juvenile you sounded. You sounded like you were back in high school, stammering the same way you had when Eddie first asked you out.
Eddie's lip curled in a small smile, running a hand over his face. "Sure." He shrugged, shedding off his worn leather jacket. "Thank you."
You shook your head gently, turning towards the kitchen, ears ringing with the dull beating of your heart, barely registering the squeals of laughter from Jude and Lucy in the other room. You ladled the steaming contents into a festive mug nearly robotically, brain numb with the same swirling thoughts that made you feel like you were underwater- washing away in the strong current of your own mind.
Your slippers felt like weights, dragging your body across the hardwood floor towards the living room, passing Eddie the steaming cup. His hand brushed yours, sending your system flooded with electric excitement.
As you settled back into the cushions, your body relaxed- just for a moment. The kids were squealing, babbling and giggling about their afternoon with Papa. Rudolph still playing lowly in the background. Eddie next to you, sipping out of his mug. For a moment, the lights strung on the tree felt brighter, warmer.
For a moment, it felt like home again.
That sickening realization had your stomach lurching, pulling you back into the cruel reality that none of this was permanent. Eddie, the lights, the happiness- it was all temporary. It would be gone tomorrow.
You wished it wouldn't.
Your mind at war with itself, filled with conflict and regret as you tried to mask it, giving fake grins and exaggerated coos that half heartedly passed for truthful.
"They're finally asleep." Eddie's voice had you jumping, the mug slipping through your hands into the sudsy water.
You turned, chin hooking over your shoulder to face him. "You were probably right. All that candy wasn't the best idea." Eddie gave a tight grin, his eyes sparkling dully, just enough to have your heart skipping. "They got even more at Wayne's too."
"I told you," You sighed softly, a playful hum in your tone. Still, it wasn't convincing enough, not for Eddie.
Eddie frowned behind you. "What's goin' on with you?" He didn't miss the way your spine went rigid.
"What?" You voice pitched, high like it was when you were lying- when you were hiding something. That hadn't changed since high school.
"Don't- c'mon." Eddie gave a soft huff, accompanied by an eye roll. "Just tell me what's goin' on."
"Nothing's goin' on-"
"-Don't lie to me." Eddie scoffed, shaking his head. "I've known you too long. You think you can lie to me and I won't know? Please."
Your lips tugged in a smile you tried to hide, turning back towards the dishes you were finishing up. Eddie moved beside you, hip leaning on the counter next to you.
"What's on your mind, baby?" His voice was so gentle- you hated that it was exactly what you needed, that he knew it was exactly what you needed.
You swallowed the ever growing lump in your throat, fighting the swell of tears that was already forming.
"Hey, c'mon, sweetheart," Eddie's hand pressed to your cheek, cupping it sweetly, his rings pressed to your skin. "Talk t'me, baby. What's goin' on?"
"Nothing." Your voice was as strained as the words you struggled to get out.
"Baby," Eddie eyed you playfully. "I know we're not together anymore, but I still know you and you can- what's wrong?" He froze, his hold going rigid at the first shake- a tremble of emotion that was a telltale sign you were about to break.
"Did I say something? I was just- hey, don't cry. Don't cry." Eddie cooed, gathering your face in his hands, pulling you towards him.
Your lip trembled, biting back a sob that tore its way through anyways, vision flooding with tears that built on your waterline.
"Is this- Is this about Trina? Because I didn't- Nothing happened, we just went out. Well, I mean, she kissed me, but I didn't- I really didn't-" Eddie's voice rose in panic, rambling, frantic at the watery sob you let out.
"Please, hey, please don't cry? I'm not- fuck, baby, I didn't- I thought it would be ok, be-because you'd been on a few dates, and I thought it would be a good thing."
"It is." You blubbered, sniffling wetly, wiping your eyes with the back of your rolled pajama tops.
"Then why are you crying?" Eddie frowned lightly, pads of his thumbs wiping over the apples of your wet cheeks catching your tears.
"I just..." Your eyes pinched shut, jaw clenching to keep in another sob. How could you tell him? You couldn't. You knew you couldn't, even though you wanted to so badly.
"Just what?" Eddie's voice dropped. "Tell me."
He could feel your trembling breath, his own heart squeezing with constricting fear before you spoke.
"I just... I miss this." Your voice cracked, eyes squeezing shut. You couldn't look at him, couldn't bring yourself to see his reaction.
"I-I didn't know how much I would miss just... just us all being together, and I really fuckin' miss it, and I think," Your breath hitched, heart stilling entirely with hesitant fear.
Eddie held his own breath, eyes wide, looking at you with a wild gaze like he knew what you were going to say.
"I think," You swallowed around your words, strangled in your throat. "I... I made a mistake."
Eddie's heart leapt so fiercely he thought it tore through his rib cage. His body eerily still, unable to move.
"I didn't know you going out with someone else w-would make me feel... this bad, and," Your eyes shone, the strung lights in the kitchen catching in your tears. "And I've really missed you."
"I've missed you too." Eddie's lungs constricted with those words, feeling breathless and light headed.
"I don't like spending the holidays without you." Your voice squeaked, teary and upset, face crumbling with the admission you'd been holding in for too long. "I don't- I don't like being without you, an-and I think I made a really bad mistake and I-I'm sorry, Eddie, I'm so-o sorry-"
Your teary face pressed to the soft material of his t-shirt, your cry muffled into his chest. Eddie held you close to him, as tight as he could, his own head spinning now.
He'd dreamt of this, longed for this moment since you'd fist served him the papers. The day had finally come, one he thought he'd only see in his head- you coming back to him, taking it back, taking him back.
Only it didn't feel as triumphant as it did in his head.
Not with you sobbing into his arms. Not with his head spinning so fiercely he thought he might still be dreaming.
"It's alright," Eddie soothed nearly robotically, staring ahead out the window towards the darkened street as he soothed your sobbing apologies. "We'll- We'll figure it out, baby. We'll be alright."
Every time you both felt like you found your footing, finally on stable ground, you were back here- falling with horror back into uncertainty.
Even as Eddie held you in the kitchen, or later when he slipped into bed with you, both of you whispering and sniffly under the sheets, it wasn't new but it wasn't the same as it was before.
You weren't sure if it would ever be the same as it was before, if you'd ever have what you had before. Even if you replicated the same traditions, hung the tinsel in the same place, retraced your footsteps exactly as you did the year before; it would never hold the same feeling as it once did.
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Can you please write Oscar x newfriend!engineer. Them both being new at mclaren and just talking about their day. Maybe starting a tradition of watching an episode of their favourite tvshow together on Thursday to start the race weekend. Just comforting eachother during hard and stressful times.
Hope you catch the vibe, and this is something you're interested in writing. Thanks in advance!
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Oscar couldnât remember a time when you weren't around. From the early days at your fatherâs karting track, where you would sit on the bleachers with a juice box and your homework, to the present - F1 tracks, where your face was one of the first he searched for in the crowd.
Your friendship started when your fathers introduced you to each other. You were both six and despite most kids this age being disgusted by the opposite gender you two quickly became close. When you were kids people often mistook you as siblings - always next to each other, teasing and giggling but also supporting each other.Â
When Oscar went to boarding school a lot changed. You went from seeing each other everyday to seeing each other twice a year. Nonetheless, not seeing each other very often and the mix of puberty hormones didnât take a toll on your relationship. While Oscar was in Europe, racing in junior motorsport series, you were in Australia pursuing your academic dream.Â
You two reunited not long after turning twenty. Oscar just got his seat in Formula one and you were on your way to receive your diploma. Even with your busy schedules you tried to spend as much time together as possible. You were a regular in the paddock and everyone in Mclarenâs garage knew you.Â
The crowd was loud as Oscar climbed out of his car and hugged his team. His eyes searched the crowd until they landed on you - his biggest supporter. He jogged over and pulled you into a tight hug. You kissed his cheek and hugged him close âOscar, you did it! You were amazing. Iâm so proud of youâ you shouted over the noise. His first Formula one win. âDid you see what I did on the first corner?â he said, his eyes full of adrenaline. âDid I see? Dude, I was clutching the seat so hard I mightâve bruised my hand. I thought Carlos would push you off the track!â. You laughed, and he noticed the way your eyes shone with genuine pride. For a moment, he forgot about the cameras, the media - everything except that you were there, seeing him at his best. âNow go get weighted so we can celebrate!â.Â
Later that evening a group sat at a table at the back of a busy restaurant. Oscar was surrounded by many people, his teammate, boss, engineers and friends. But most importantly you were sitting next to him.Â
You raised your glass, he rolled his eyes knowing exactly what you were going to do. âTo the guy who went from karting on Tuesdays to taking wins on Sundaysâ. He blushed slightly from embarrassment, maybe from the alcohol . âTo the girl who always believed Iâd get there - even when I didnâtâ he said quietly before bumping your glass with his.Â
A few months later, it was Oscarâs turn to sit in the front row, this time at a prestigious science conference. He was out of place among the suits and academics, but he didnât care. Heâd been waiting to see you shine, finally seeing all those years of hard work in action.
The room was filled with applause as you entered the stage after being introduced by the host. âHello, thank you everyoneâ you said in a confident yet still a bit shaky voice. You glanced at Oscar as he gave you a big thumbs up and a huger smile. âSo before I start, I canât express how honored I am to be standing here. This has been my dream for the past eight years. I want to thank everyone here, for supporting, inspiring and helping me through thisâ.Â
Throughout the presentation your eyes kept finding their way back to Oscar. Whenever you would get a bit too overwhelmed, the sight of him calmed your nerves. After the presentation Oscar gave you space as a flood of people gathered around you, eager to discuss your theories. You answered questions from a mix of young researchers, curious students, and seasoned scientists who all seemed genuinely intrigued by your work.Â
You were talking with an elderly lady, a woman that has been your huge inspiration. âThank you. Itâs⌠honestly, I wouldnât even be here if it werenât for people like you. Your work really inspired me.â You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks as you spoke, starstruck and a little shaky. She asked you a few questions and invited you to another convention.Â
The woman tilted her head, glancing subtly in Oscarâs direction, who was leaning against the wall. âAnd, if I may say, it seems that someone else is equally inspired by youâ. You blinked, following her gaze to where Oscar stood. He hadnât noticed you looking, caught up in watching you in your element, a proud smile playing on his lips. You could see how much this meant to him - that he genuinely admired you, not just as his friend.
âOh him, thatâs just my best friendâ you replied giggling a little. âHold on to him,â the lady said gently, giving your arm a reassuring squeeze. âItâs rare to find someone who believes in us as much as we believe in themâ she paused for a moment glancing back at him âand stop by for a visit in my home in Uk, both of youâ.Â
Before you could respond the lady disappeared in the crowd. âHey,â Oscar said, his voice soft as he reached your side. âHow are you holding up?â.
âIâm good,â you replied, voice brightening as soon as he was close. âStill a bit⌠overwhelmed, but good. Did you, um, survive the science talk?â. He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. âI think I caught about 30% of it, which for me is a win. But I caught all the important stuff - like you absolutely crushing it up thereâ. Your heart gave a little flutter, his voice hitting you harder than youâd expected. âThanks, Oscar. It⌠it really helped having you hereâ. He looked down at you, his expression softening. âI wouldnât have missed it for the world. Seeing you up there⌠Iâm just so proud of you, you know?â.
You let out a deep breath, feeling some of the tension melt away as you watched the lady. âI canât believe she was here,â you whispered, still awestruck, âSheâs, like, my heroâ. Oscar chuckled, nudging your shoulder. âI get it, really. I feel the same way every time youâre at a race. Just⌠ridiculously lucky to have you on my sideâ.Â
You smiled up at him, the words slipping out before you could stop them. âIâm the lucky one, Oscar. Thank you for being here. For everything, really.â
He didnât answer right away, just watched you, his gaze steady and warm. âIâll always be hereâ.Â
⌠a few months later âŚÂ
âItâs a nice place,â Oscar said, parking his car. As you two walked up to the ivy-covered cottage hand-in-hand, he gave your fingers a squeeze, a familiar sparkle in his eye. âThink sheâs going to guess right away?â he whispered, as if afraid to break the quiet charm of the place. You nudged him, smiling. âOf course, she noticed something between us before we even didâ. He chuckled softly. âGuess thatâs fairâ.Â
Before you could knock, the door swung open, revealing an old lady with a warm, welcoming smile. âThere you are! I was beginning to think youâd gotten lostâ. You and Oscar exchanged a sheepish look before following her inside.
Her home was cozy and filled with books, artifacts, and stacks of research papers - a testament to her lifelong dedication to science. She led you to a sitting room where a tea set and a tray of scones were waiting.
âSo,â she began, settling herself comfortably into an armchair and pouring each of you a cup, âTell me, how have the two of you been?â. âWeâve been great,â you began, accepting the delicate teacup she handed you. âItâs been busy, as usual, but⌠a good kind of busyâ. The lady nodded, âI imagine youâve been wrapped up in your research, my dear. And you, young man - what line of work are you in?â.Â
Oscar glanced at you, suppressing a grin. âIâm, uh⌠Iâm a racing driverâ. Her brows lifted in pleasant surprise. âRacing? Goodness, thatâs a bit different from the world of science, isnât it?â. He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. âJust a bit. I race in Formula One, actuallyâ.Â
Her eyes widened, a mixture of fascination and amusement flashing across her face. âFormula One! How thrilling. Iâve read about it - those cars going at breathtaking speeds. I canât say I know much about it, but I can imagine that must be⌠well, exhausting.â. Oscar nodded, his voice softening as he replied, âIt is, itâs intense, but itâs all Iâve ever wanted to do. Itâs taken me all over the world and Iâm lucky enough to have had this one,â he said, glancing at you, âsupporting me every step of the wayâ.
âAnd actually⌠thereâs something else we wanted to tell youâ. Her smile widened knowingly, and she leaned in, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. âOh? Do tell,â her voice with a hint of irony.Â
Oscarâs cheeks colored just slightly, but he held your hand firmly. âWell⌠weâre together. As in, officiallyâ. She clasped her hands together, her expression delighted. âOh, how wonderful! I could tell there was something between you two from the moment I saw you at the conference. And now youâve finally seen it yourselves, tooâ.Â
You both laughed. It was true, if it hadnât been for her perceptive nudge, perhaps you would have taken even longer to realize what everyone else seemed to see so clearly. âThank you,â you said, smiling. âYou were right, back at the conference. Heâs been by my side for as long as I can rememberâ.Â
âLikewise,â Oscar added, his voice gentle. âSheâs my biggest supporter. My constantâ.
âHold onto that. Life has a way of throwing surprises our way, but the strength you two share will see you through anything.â
The three of you sat for hours, talking about life, love, and work. The evening felt timeless as laughter and stories filled the air, connecting the three of you in a way that felt like family. When it was finally time to leave, she walked you both to the door, wrapping you in a heartfelt embrace.
âPromise me youâll visit again soon,â she said, her voice filled with affection. âAnd donât forget, no matter where life takes you, youâll always have a place hereâ.Â
âWe promise,â Oscar said, squeezing her hand. âThank youâ.
As you and Oscar walked back under the starry sky, he slipped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. âSo⌠weâre officially a âweâ now, huh?â you asked.
He laughed as you leaned your head against his shoulder. âLooks like it. Think you can handle it?â.
You grinned feeling his lips on your forehead. âI think I can. As long as Iâve got you beside meâ.
November 4, 2024
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I have my own story to add to this!
So, âI am not someone who can just exist in silence and I never have been, but several years ago, in late winter, I was hanging out in my bedroom late at night. It was getting too cold in there, so I had to turn off the fan that I usually use for white noise, and I heard something that i couldnât quite place. I sat really still and listened for a while. I heard a scrabbling sort of sound coming from the upper part of one of my bedroom walls. This has freaked me out terribly, bc I have a severe phobia of mice, rats, bats, and all related animals that may take refuge in a wall. So I am freaking out and sobbing and I go to get my dad to have him listen and he looks at me like I am insane saying he doesnât hear anything. Bc of this, I am unable to sleep for literal days. Eventually, I am able to sleep, but only during the day. This is bc I know that most of the creepy animals that could potentially be in my walls are only active at night, therefore the safest time for me to sleep is during the day when they would also be asleep.
Then one day in the midst of all of this after like a week of not sleeping, my doorbell goes off. I check and no one is outside that I can see, so in my sleep deprived mind this can only be the result of whatever is living in my walls. This causes me to break down in absolute hysterics bc I am sleep deprived and terrified and am very loudly sobbing. In retrospect, this was very clearly kids playing a prank and they for sure heard my breakdown and thought it was hilarious bc they did it again a short while later (causing even more hysterical crying on my part). Either way, after I had calmed down from the mental breakdown, I have decided enough is enough. I am not going to be terrorized in my own home. I am going to call a pest control company to figure out what this is and get it taken care of whether my parents believed me or not.
When someone finally came over another week later, they had to go up into the attic which was accessed from my bedroom closet and they inspect everything. Once they come back down they tell me that we have 3 (đ) bats in the attic, showed me a picture of them sleeping in the rafters, and say that they are surprised itâs only 3 saying most people donât notice until they have a whole colony of bats. We were able to get rid of them fairly easily and with no harm to the bats (bc even though I am terrified of them I know they are an important part of the ecosystem and I would feel bad if they got hurt). I felt so vindicated after though that I wasnât crazy and there really was something in the walls and my parents had shit hearing.
Moral of the story is listen to your kids.
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