#guilty drinker

[wolfsbanemanor]

A bit of lore: It is known that Caleb turned a girl named Inna Cents. (That's from the gameplay trailer.) Why? Well it seems that while he was a new vampire, training under Vlad, his thirst level got really low. He had been trying to resist biting Sims, much to the ire of Vlad (who was quickly losing patience with him), and had been led by Vlad to believe that blood packs and bloodfruits were completely useless. And he crept into Inna's room, as vampires do when that happens. And he drank deeply, and ended up taking a lot more than he intended. When he came to his senses, he realized what he'd done, and the only choice he had at that point was to turn her into a vampire, or else she would die. (Like, actually die.) When Vlad found out about this, he praised Caleb for it in front of all the other vampires, and threw a big party in his honor. But Caleb did not feel proud of himself. Not a day goes by that he doesn't regret that night. In fact, next to The Incident with Miss Hell, it's the thing that haunts him the most. (Sometimes, the terrible dreams merge, and Inna transforms first into her dark form, then into Miss Hell.) Caleb and Inna had a brief relationship, but since, well, they obviously got off on the wrong foot, it didn't end up working out.

“Why do you think the Vatores dislike Vladislaus so much?”

“I’m sure they have their reasons.”

Uncontrollable Thirst

Part 1/(?) || Next

[syrupmancer]

Testament morphs the term "unemployed" into something so beautiful

[milkbreadtoast]

This meme is ancient but I randomly saw it again and i needed to do it..... (not sure abt some of the charas but just wanted to fill up space dmfbn)

[awwoo56709s-sims4-mods]

Miscellaneous Tweaks

Okay, I've had a bunch of random tweaks I've wanted to release for a long time, but I'd feel weird making separate posts for such tiny tweaks, so (download link below):

2xLenientWolfpackValues: Reduces by 2x how often your Werewolf Sim needs to do the things listed under 'Pack Values' if the Sim is in a werewolf pack.

4xLenientWolfpackValues: Reduces by 4x how often your Werewolf Sim needs to do the things listed under 'Pack Values' if the Sim is in a werewolf pack.

HungrierWerewolves: Makes Werewolves' Hunger need decrease a bit faster, and makes them need to eat a bit more to replenish it. REQUIRES XML INJECTOR!

LessTiredWerewolves: Makes Werewolves' Energy need decrease at half speed, but increase slightly slower. REQUIRES XML INJECTOR!

NoTenseWerewolfProximityBuffOnPets: Pets won't get tense from being near transformed (but not rampaging) Werewolves. (Yes, this is a re-release. I've deleted its original post.)

SlowerVampireTurning: Doubles the time it takes for Vampires to turn.

SlowerWerewolfTurning: Doubles the time it takes for Werewolves to turn, and makes Werebies last twice as long.

SadVampireGuiltyDrinkerBuff: Makes the buff Vampires with the Guilty Drinker weakness get from drinking from Sims Sad instead of Tense.

Download them here!(MediaFire, separate packages)

(Overridden XMLs under the cut. Also this is hopefully common sense, but 2xLenientWolfpackValues and 4xLenientWolfpackValues conflict, because they override the same thing.)

2xLenientWolfpackValues:

commodity_WerewolfPackValue_SelfSufficiency

commodity_WerewolfPackValue_SelfImprovement

commodity_WerewolfPackValue_PackParticipation

commodity_WerewolfPackValue_ExpandExplore

commodity_WerewolfPackValue_Diplomacy

4xLenientWolfpackValues:

commodity_WerewolfPackValue_SelfSufficiency

commodity_WerewolfPackValue_SelfImprovement

commodity_WerewolfPackValue_PackParticipation

commodity_WerewolfPackValue_ExpandExplore

commodity_WerewolfPackValue_Diplomacy

HungrierWerewolves:

no overrides

LessTiredWerewolves:

no overrides

NoTenseWerewolfProximityBuffOnPets:

buff_Werewolf_NearTransformedWerewolf

SlowerVampireTurning:

commodity_BecomingVampire

SlowerWerewolfTurning:

commodity_WerewolfCreation_InsatiableHunger

commodity_WerewolfCreation_Werebies

SadVampireGuiltyDrinkerBuff:

buff_Vampire_Weaknesses_VampireWithAConscience_GuiltyDrinker

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i feel fine // caleb vatore

guilty drinkers without access to plasma substitutes or friendly humans have two choices: get over their aversion or risk frenzy. they don't always pick the right one.

blood from pale secret collection by @pralinesims pose from show me your fangs! by @ladykendalsims

[likeacharacterinamusical]

13 currently has the 'good vampire' aspiration, but the first bucket list goal she wrote was to bite five sims 🤷🏻

[turntechyaoihead]

why they homestuck

[httpknjoon]

suspects guilty | ksj

plot | the a-listers join in a tiktok trend (ft. more the a-listers lores).

word count | 1131

genres | humor, fluff, domestic au

pairing | actor!jin x famous!reader

main masterlist | the a-listers: confidential masterlist

Shot in the spacious backyard of their Massachusetts home, YN and Jin finally shoot their very first TikTok video. Of course, it was YN who asked the other to do it since she found the videos she watched hilarious. So, some time between breakfast and afternoon, the couple walked out to their quiet backyard to do it. All while their twins have their nap.

"So, I'll describe you with something mean and you'll do the same thing?" Jin asked, stretching his right arm over his chest.

You nod, "Yeah, we'll basically roast each other. But we'll start with the phrase: The suspect is. You know, like when cops look for their suspects."

"Okay, bub. I'm ready," he replied, this time, rolling his shoulders.

Your eyebrow raised while watching him warm up his body. A routine he usually does before working out.

"Why are you acting like you're about to run a marathon?" you scoffed.

The first one to be shown in the camera is Jin, in his favorite green hoodie, running while your voice can be heard in the background.

"Suspect claims to be a responsible drinker but posted his personal cellphone number online when he was drunk." Giggles were in between your words when you said that.

Jin stopped, "That was years ago! It was one time."

You laughed as he defended himself, remembering the time you witnessed Jin's manager stressed out the morning after Jin shared his phone number through Instagram Stories while Jin was guiltily nursing his hangover. It was around the time you two were doing press junkets for your second movie.

"Suspect had a very public crush over a co-worker when she was fourteen."

Jin grinned as you stopped from jogging. Your jaw dropped while the cringy memories of your past came running back to you.

"Oh my god! Stop bringing that up. It's embarrassing."

Everyone knew that you loved musicals, especially the movie Hairspray with Zac Efron in it. So when you were younger, you were never shy about expressing your adoration for the actor, mentioning him in interviews in teen magazines and television talk shows a handful of times. He was kind enough to surprise you one time during your appearance in Ellen. You were telling a behind-the-scenes story to the host and audience when Zac quietly walked behind you and sat next to you. Everyone laughed at your flushed reaction when you realized who was sitting beside you. Your hands were even shaking when he introduced himself to you. Up until now, you still see GIFs and memes of your reaction online being used in various contexts.

Before moving to the next clip, your husband was heard whispering under his breath, "It's cute."

"Suspect thinks he is slick every time he's shy. His red ears always give it away!"

Jin stopped and laughed at that, so hard that his hands are on his knees. You didn't stop, zooming the camera to his ears that are slowly turning crimson red.

"See! See!"

"Suspect claims to be a writer but has three thousand unfinished drafts in her computer!"

You stopped in your tracks and slowly looked back at the camera. Staring, you crossed your arms while acting really offended by that. Jin laughed at your dramatic reaction.

"That was personal, Jinnie! How could you say that?" you shook your head, feigning disappointment. "Writer's block is a worldwide issue. You know, five out of five writers get affected by it. It's a real problem."

"Suspect acts so innocent but likes to be called---"

"No! No! No!"

Jin stopped you before you could even finish your sentence. His tone seemed panicked. The camera was later focused on the ground while you two were heard whispering.

"We cannot share that online, bubba. It would generate articles."

"It's not like it's a bad kin---"

It was cut off to the next clip.

"Suspect called me the wrong name during our first and second date."

This time, it's your turn to laugh so hard that you fall on your knees on the grass. Jin was also laughing after mentioning that time.

"It was two different names!" he added, making you laugh even more.

To be fair, the names were his characters' names in two different projects he worked on. One is for his Netflix series and the other was his character's name in your second movie together. It was an honest mistake by you since you were really tired at both times it happened. Jin too. You two would just sneak in your first few dates in between your tight schedules.

"The suspect cannot tell his children apart."

Your husband was clearly taken aback by that, maybe dramatically offended. Knowing it was true, he didn't even deny it.

"That was only a few times--"

"Specifically, nine times!" you counted, trying not to laugh.

His eyebrows raised as he crossed his arms, "It was those days when they wore the same matching clothes."

"One is a boy and a girl, Jin," you told him, reminding him that your twins wear different colors of the same type of clothes.

"They are identical twins, bubba. You know that I have bad facial recognition!" he whined like a kid while you laughed.

"Suspect ghosted everyone for almost two years."

Although you stopped jogging, you just put your wrists together like you are surrendering, willing to be handcuffed. You walked back to him as you spoke,

"The suspect is guilty. She said she regrets nothing over it. She is happy with the choices she made."

Jin smiled upon hearing that. He remembered you two talking about your plans to have a hiatus in the middle of your piling projects. It was after you learned you were pregnant. As soon as you made sure that you indeed were, you immediately thought about taking a break since you already had your priorities straight. It was not just a decision you made in the spur of the moment. It was something you promised to do before you even met Jin.

As someone who grew up in a complicated family, you wanted different things when starting your own. You were willing to literally drop everything, leaving movie projects that you were dreaming of working on.

Jin wanted to do the same thing, so he could be with you. But you encouraged him to just finish his remaining commitments at the time. He was in a more tangled situation since he already started filming for those projects and couldn't afford to stress everyone with a sudden leave.

"Oh, bubba. I love you." he whispered.

He was about to lean in to give you a kiss. But you spoke,

"I love you too, si--"

"No!"

You laughed as he walked back to your house, enjoying his flushed reaction over your jokes.

note | unedited. not a comeback. this is just a random blurb in my head. sadly, I haven't written anything for months now. i feel bad leaving a lot of my works here on a cliffhanger but idk when will I update again. but thank u so much for reading and being here :)) hope ur having a great day.

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[sturnsdoll]

can you write eating madison beer out PLEASE🙏

DRUNK IN LOVE ୨♡୧ - M.B

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summary: you're at your bestfriend madison's birthday party. a few drinks and her flirting for the fun of it turns into you taking her upstairs. warnings: smut with (a LITTLE) plot, slight intoxication, switch!madison x dom!reader, oral, fingering, pussy slapping, praising, degrading, dirty talk, pet names (angel, honey) word count: 1648 authors note: i'm so glad someone put in this request because i've literally never seen a fic for madison?? but i'm also like scared to post this for some reasonn suggested song while reading: drunk in love (the weeknd's version) ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 0:10ᯤ "pink" - reader speaking "purple" - madison speaking ︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

music blares throughout your bestfriends home. decorations in mostly silver are scattered across the walls. empty beer cans, bottles and solo cups littered everywhere. the scent of many different people mixed with alcohol and weed wafts through the air.

you push your way through the crowd to look for her. after a few long minutes you see familiar shiny brown hair and her gorgeous mini dress. your eyes trail down to her clevage and then to her hips and the way the dress hugs them perefectly.

"hey" you're snapped out of your trance by madison's voice. "hi. how's my birthday girl doing?" you ask as you mirror her warm smile. you notice how she sways just a little, same as you. she must've had a couple drinks. you know she's normally not a drinker so she's a bit of a lightweight.

she approaches you with her hand out. she takes a strand of your hair, twirling it around her finger "i'm good. been looking for you for a bit now though" she says while tucking your hair behind your hair. "yea i've been looking for you too. who's fault is that?" you're reffering to earlier when you asked her not to go far but not-surprisingly she had been sucked into 100 different conversations until she lost you. she is the birthday girl afterall.

a guilty look consumes her features but she shrugs innocently as she grabs your hand. "come dance" she mumbles, more so telling instead of asking. "can't say no on your birthday i guess" she shakes her head no, agreeing that you can't. on her way to the living room she tries to grab another drink but before her hand can reach out to the case of beer on the shelf, you pull her back toward you "i take it back. i can say no" you say half jokingly but she knows you're somewhat serious.

she had decided to listen and continue to where the party was the most lively. you both make it to her living room where everyones either dancing or subconciously bumping to the music as they scream over it to speak. you use your hand in hers to twirl her around once before pulling her backside up against you. this wasn't anything out of the ordinary, typical drunk girls being drunk girls, right?

you both begin to rock back and forth to the music. both of your dresses ride up your thighs a little as you 'dance'. her hand comes behind her to the back of your head. madison leans back so you'll be able to hear her speak when she tells you "i'm glad you're here". "yeah why's that?" you mindlessly respond, less interested in the conversation then just enjoying the music and atmosphere.

"well someone needs to make sure i behave tonight" madison innocently bats her eyelashes at you as she says this. you freeze up for a second as you stare back at her. she has a mischevious look on her that you know all too well. your smiling back but there's also something devious about it.

you still weren't sure if she meant this in a sexual manner or not. "you implying that your gonna misbehave?" your tone comes back flirtier than intended. now she turns around to face you and one of her hands comes to your waist while the other goes around your neck. she moves as close as she can get to you, her mouth beside your ear again.

you can feel her hesitate to do whatever she was gonna do next. she sighs before teasingly responding "only if you'll put me in my place" as her hand trails down to the edge of your dress. you reach down and grab her wrist, stopping her from going further. you pull your face back to look at madison. you can see the lust in her eyes now, the need.

without another word you pull her by her wrist toward the stairs.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

your arms are wrapped around her and both her hands are in your hair. it's a messy makeout, both of you tasting alcohol on each others lips but not caring.

you and madison are in her bedroom. guiding her over to the bed, you shove her onto it. her legs are off the edge of the matress. you sink down, your knee's pressing into the ground. madison looks down at you with anticipation, her lip between her teeth at the sight of you between her legs.

you grab both her knee's to spread them apart. you're met with the sight of her white lace panties, a pink bow at the center of the waist of them. you slowly slide them off of her, discarding them elsewhere. your fingertips ghost over her thighs as you admire her for a second. she scooches her hips closer toward you "touch me" her tones a little too impatient for your liking. you stop your movements and stand up. your hand snakes up her thigh before cupping her pussy as your knee sinks into the bed in the space between her legs. now you're practically straddling her right thigh.

"you think.." your palm massages into her heat, stimulating her clit. "..that you get to talk to me like that.." her hips start to grind into your hand "and you'll get what you want?" with a smirk madison looks up at you "well i told you to touch me.." she starts as her gaze switches to your hand between her legs "..and now you are soo, yeah. i do."

despite the situation, her tone is soft and innocent sounding. you give her a glare as you realize she's right. just as she opens her mouth to speak again you land a smack against her pussy and her hips jolt in unexpected pleasure and pain. an almost unnoticable whine slips out as well. "didn't know you were such a brat, mads" you state before landing another slap against her cunt. she whines and clenches around nothing, squirming needily. her thigh accidentally presses up against your clothed pussy. instinctively your thighs close around her leg. she can feel how damp you are. "didn't know you were so easy to get wet" she retorts, pushing her thigh up against you again.

with that, you get off of her and she looks dissapointed "what? can't admit that- oh, fuck" she cuts herself off when your tongue flattens against her, licking from her hole to her clit. "what was that honey?" you ask as you look at her through your lashes. "nothing." madison responds back sheepishly.

you pull her thighs further apart "that's what i thought." you say finally before your mouth attaches to her clit. a moan slips as her head's thrown back. you begin sucking and licking harshly, eating her out like your life depends on it.

she pushes her hips up towards you but in turn you tighten your grip on her thighs to keep them down. noises fall past her lips as you flick your tongue back and forth. "not- mm- gonna last long" she cries out quietly as she continues uselessly squirming.

"already close?" you ask as you release one of her thighs to use your thumb to toy with her clit. she nods her head as she clenches around nothing, begging to be filled. you shake your head as you watch her squirm and whine "pathetic." you comment before filling her with your tongue. strings of moans fall from her perfectly glossed lips as your mouth and thumb work her perfectly.

her hips roll, fucking herself on your tongue at the same time you shove it in and out of her. her fingers slide into your hair and there's a sting from madisons acrylics grazing and poking your scalp. she suddenly gives your hair a tug, causing you to moan into her. her thighs squeeze your head at the feeling. you let them.

her breathing picks up and you just know she's close. you stop for only a second, leaving her empty, only to push your middle and ring fingers into her. "you close angel?" you question your friend and her only response is a high pitched moan and a pathetic nod of her head. your free hand slaps her thigh. "words babe". "y-yes m' gonna cum" her legs tensing and the fucked out expression on her face were evidence of this. "as much as i'd love to watch you beg for it.." the idea makes her eyes fill with panic, knowing she can't hold it off much longer. "you are the birthday girl. so go ahead, angel, come on my fingers" your mouth attacks her clit one last time as she clenches around your fingers, her cum coating them completely. your fingers continue to curl into her and your tongue doesn't leave her clit just yet. you wait till her legs shake and she's shoving your head away to release her swollen bud with a pop. your fingers leave her at the same time.

she lays there breathlessly looking up at you with a smile "didn't know you were hiding all that" she says with a breathy laugh. "same goes for you" you say while picking up her panties and tossing them to her. you offer a hand out and help her up. you smirk at how she wobbles a little on weak legs. you grab the back of your bestfriends head and pull her toward you, landing a kiss on her forehead.

"you need help cleaning up or anything?" you say checking up on her. she shakes her head no with a grateful smile. "alright. i'll meet you in the kitchen when you're ready birthday girl." you say as you start to walk away. madison nods "give me five" she confirms, heading for the bathroom.

tommorow you're definetly gonna have quite the night recap to talk about with each other. (sorry if this was a little too vanilla for y'all. it's def not my best but i hope you enjoyedᥫ᭡!)

[innerfare]

Random Mihawk Headcanons

Summary: a random collection of Mihawk headcanons

CW: None // SFW

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Can’t stop adopting strays to save his life. He’s a sucker for a mangy cat or unwashed pirate. Perona was quite literally the only hygienic guest he’d ever had at his castle. Zoro’s bathhouse allergy only further endeared him to Mihawk. 

Also such a cat person in general. He’s introverted, too. Prefers the peace and quiet, enjoys sitting with a glass of wine, a good book, and a purring cat in his lap. That being said, for whatever reason, he just can’t help but gravitate toward rambunctious dogs who get mud on the carpet (i.e., Shanks). 

In general, has a magnet pull toward things he disdains and even outright despises. In relationship terms, this means he claims to want someone who will make him better, but he will really only go for someone who will make him worse. King of guilty pleasures.

Suffered the loss of someone he loved dearly when he was quite young. Shanks knew the person, too, thus their bond. The person died at the hands of a marine who saw no consequences, thus beginning Mihawk's reign as the dreaded Marine Hunter.

Is actually a horrible shot. Can't fire a gun or bow and arrow to save his life. Claims to dislike these weapons and refuses to fire them because an honorable fight can only take place in close quarters (or something like that) in order to save face. Only Shanks, Beckman, and Zoro know he can't shoot.

Smells so good. Has a fondness for jewels and shiny metal, fine wine, and other such luxuries, but expensive perfume has always been his weakness. A bottle was the first thing he purchased after his first big score as a pirate. 

Complains incessantly about being bored but is such a creature of habit that it’s a cage of his own making, low key. He wants excitement, but he also doesn’t like sleeping in a bed that isn’t his own or sipping wine he doesn’t like from a glass he did not hand select. He’s only grown more particular with age. 

Has a sentimental side. The type to keep small mementos to remind him of various events and people. Sometimes goes back through these mementos when he'd had a bit too much wine to drink. These include everything from his first sword to a copy of Shanks' first wanted poster.

Hates how people act around him- the infamous Mihawk. Be it kissing his ass or tripping over their words because they’re scared, he hates being ogled. Actually bonded with Crocodile over how annoying the masses, as he calls them, are in that regard. 

Claims to hate it when the Red Hair pirates come to stay because they always make a mess of things, but smiles to himself every time he passes the tapestry a drunk Lucky Roux somehow managed to rip a hole in despite its place so high on his wall. 

Though he had a perfectly logical reason for telling Crocodile to spare Buggy, he would have gone to bat for the Clown regardless due to his connection to Shanks, not that he would ever admit to this. Why Shanks is soft on Buggy is completely lost on Mihawk. 

Doesn’t do anything half-assed, and part of that means reading up on everything he does. Gardening? Stack of books. Cooking? Another stack of books. Interior design? More books. 

Total wine snob (obviously). Likes his wine as red as blood and dry as Alabasta. If it’s sweet, he doesn’t consider it to be a wine and scoffs at it. Only respects wine drinkers who share his particular taste. Nearly died when he found Buggy’s cellar full of rosé. 

Has repaired roofs and walls, but is a bit lost on how to decorate his castle beyond high-quality basics (silk sheets, fine glassware, etc.). Would appreciate someone’s thoughts on wall art, fine china, and furniture. 

If Beckman were not in the picture, would take his place as Shanks’ first mate in a heartbeat. Would also never admit this, pretends to hate the idea of being on a crew. Also has sexual tension with Beckman that has never been addressed, probably never will be.  

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Hope you enjoyed it! If you want more, you can check out my masterlist here!

[etheries1015]

Sneaky Fae + alcohol (short and rather suggestive, minors dni)

Lilia X reader

General warnings: gender neutral

TW: Alcohol consumption, forced alcohol consumption that may make some uncomfortable.

As requested by the lovely @masquerade-of-misery ...I hope I did your little idea justice in one way or another~ <3

You wouldn't consider yourself much of a drinker, perhaps only casually if any at all, is what would best describe your drinking habits. The smell wasn't the most appetizing, and in the back of your mind, you almost feared the things you may say or do when inebriated. Such a thing didn't stop your lover, Lilia, from doing as he pleased, however.

Drinks were seldom in the older Faes world, for being a long-time parent, avid traveler, and war general had become a rather arduous and time-consuming endeavor that didn't leave much time in between for relaxation or guilty indulgences such as alcoholic beverages. This was a treat far and few between, the way he sipped on his drink while talking cheerfully with you. Lilias's cheeks took a rosy tint, hinting at his tipsy state yet not at the point of no return. You found his words to be more poetic this time around, the drink letting off the edge of everyday stimuli fade into the back of his mind replaced with honeyed words and flirty innuendos.

It was a rather mundane conversation, nothing that was unlike any other. Silence reigned only for a moment between the switching between topics before your lover's signature smile crawled upon his lips, squinting his ruby eyes before a hand pressed the back of your head and lips converged with yours eagerly. A mewl of shock escaped your lips as his tongue pushed past your teeth, the bitterness of the alcohol making you cringe and attempt to pull back from the sudden kiss. Lilia chuckled into your mouth, your resistance only causing him to apply further heated pressure upon your lips as he was quick to pin you down to the couch below him. His legs straddled your body and his hands trapped your wrists above your head, a needy moan exuded from the back of your throat with your hips unconsciously moving upwards pathetically aroused by his forceful actions.

Needing to breathe, the sneaky fae pulled away from you leaving a strand of saliva connecting between your mouths. He smiled in satisfaction at your disheveled look- the way your hair messily spread across the couch, the way your cheeks were flushed red and your eyes practically painted with hearts.

"That," You huffed in astonishment while collecting your thoughts, "was disgusting." You cringed with the taste of bitter alcohol on your lips, groaning and chastising him for such sudden and thoughtless actions. Lilia let out a hearty laugh with closed eyes, preparatory to gazing lustfully at your state. His hands as devious as his lips, began to tease the hem of your shirt, fingers slowly and sensually making their way inside your clothes touching against flushed bare skin. Leaning forward, the fae used his fangs to bite your neck with another chuckle after a muffled whine left your body trembling with anticipation.

"How adorable...you barely drink alcohol, and I am curious if it only takes a kiss to leave you such a pretty little mess," His sultry voice teased. You protested him in this statement, yet by the way your face had gotten redder by the minute he could have sworn it was otherwise, and your argument grew to be fruitless against his persistence. He was as sly as any sharp-tongued fae, ensnaring you in a trap with words that were woven with teasing remarks to purposefully egg you on. He couldn't help it, you looked positively adorable when you were upset, and his affection only grew with every drop of the liquor that remained strengthening in his system and releasing his inhibitions completely.

"Although, right now I can't help but wonder if it's truly the alcohol," His hands had made contact with the bare skin of your chest, twisting a nipple between his thumb and index, "or perhaps it's my touch that leaves you in such a drunken state..." he said this barely above a whisper, a low growl if you will. Biting the bottom of your lip, you turned your head away from your fae lover, before he reached over for the bottle and took another gulp of the beverage. using a strong hand, he roughly grabbed your cheeks and forced your gaze onto him, before connecting his lips against yours in another attempt to make a disheveled mess out of his innocent little bat.

Lilia couldn't help it...he absolutely loved seeing you react exasperatedly to his teasing and the flush of your cheeks deepen with every drop he transferred to you through his snarky mouth and was certain to get you drunk not only by the drink alone but by mischevious hands exploring the parts of your body that left you drunk far more than any beverage could ever accomplish.

[petriwriting]

You Deserve Better - JJ Maybank X Reader

Requested.

A/N: Not my best work but It was a good writing exercise.

Your boyfriend, Todd, was anything but loving and caring. He had money, so you would get gifts, flowers sometimes, and expensive jewelry. but lately it seemed like you were just an accessory, something to make him look better. someone to bring to family events and parties, although he would pay you no mind once you had been introduced to people. He was also a heavy drinker, and there were rumors that he did drugs when he and his friends went boating together. It started as a decent relationship, he was cute and tall and funny. But lately he had been wrapped up in what you tenderly referred to as "Kook Bullshit." 

You were fortunate, you lived comfortably. you certainly didn't come from millionaires. But because of this you were referred to as a Kook, even if you didn't consider yourself to be like the others. You began going to parties and meeting all kinds of new people, particularly a group of Pogues. almost instantly you took a liking to JJ Maybank. His golden blonde hair and sea blue eyes were enchanting, and despite your relationship it was an irresistible temptation. You kept it quiet, and secretive. 

You were currently waiting on the edge of the beach with your phone. You opened your phone and were met with its bright screen contrasting the darkness of the night. The wind chill tousled your hair. you searched for his contact. Blondie. and sent him a quick text.

Busy rn?

             Nah

pick me up?

              otw

You smiled. It was a guilty pleasure, you enjoyed spending time with JJ, he was sweet and funny and he wasn't abusive, or rude. He paid attention to you and listened to you talk. You sent him your location and waited in the darkness for another few minutes, listening to the chatter and music from the beach party that was not far from where you stood. After a while the twinie came rolling up, JJ was driving and he rolled down the window. "uh, Uber for Y/N?" he joked. you laughed and got into the passenger seat. He must not have been far when you sent your location to him. 

"So no grand plans tonight huh?" he asked as he drove further from the island towards a more secluded area. "Not interested in the party." you explained. It was lame, some kids had stolen a bunch of beer and were all drunk playing beer pong in the sand. "Where's the boyfriend on this lovely evening?" he asked you. you sighed and looked over at him. It was stupid, but the moonlight made his eyes twinkle... "He's staying in charleston with his friends." JJ nodded. He always asked about Todd. It was strange, but deep down he just cared about you, and wanted to make sure you were in a safe situation. Being a victim of physical violence himself, he hated to see it happen to others. "So he's out of town?" he asked quietly. "Yes." you replied. 

JJ pulled up to an abandoned field, mostly dirt and sand. The weather was nice and it was a pretty delicate evening with the moon shining down and the area being quiet, all you could hear were the southern cicada's singing their songs and the subtle sound of waves lapping not far beyond the clearing. You hopped out of the van, and JJ followed suit and helped you on top of the van, where he had just laid out an old beach blanket. He laid on his back and you did the same. looking up you saw how clear and bright the stars were. 

"Thanks for picking me up." you begin. "I've had a lot of stuff going on and I just needed to get away." you admit. JJ looks over at you understandingly. His hand brushes yours, barely touching but not holding hands. "It's alright. I get it," he retorts, running his fingers through his hair with his other hand. "I like to get away sometimes too." he says.

For some reason, the air is thick with tension. You'd been seeing each other and hooking up in the twinkie for 4 months now. It became a routine. After several moments spent in silence JJ spoke finally. "I've been thinkin." he says. His voice is straight to the point. "You should leave Todd." he states flatly. Slightly offended, you turn to look at him. "JJ you know why I can't." you say. "Who cares what he says?" he pleads. "He-" you swallow hard, a gulp. "He might hurt me." you admit, your eyes are glazed over, embarrassed almost. "Rafe told me he saw him doing coke with his buddies. They trashed some expensive yachts, and they were high off their asses playing with a gun they found." 

JJ is silent for a minute. "You know I wouldn't let anything happen to you right?" he says finally. "I know but this whole thing just feels wrong. What if he finds out?" you continue. "He might try and go after you. I don't want that." you state clearly. "Well he can try, but he won't get to touch me." JJ says confidently. you went back and forth at the idea, you wanted out, but not where you could be hurt. you also felt safe with JJ, you knew that the islanders from the cut stuck together no matter what. You were like an honorary pogue. "fine."

You finally say, pulling out your phone and drafting a message to Todd, he always reads your messages almost instantly, but he barely ever replied. "How does this sound?" you said after typing away for a few minutes. 

We're over. I don't want my stuff back. Don't talk to me anymore.

JJ looked over the message, and before you could freak and and be doubtful he hit send. there was a rush of relief followed by panic. "Oh my god." you uttered. "Oh my god!" you said louder. "JJ i'm officially single now." you said. "Yeah, so that means we can get inside the van right now without any guilt?" he smirked, leaning over to you, you had a pit in your stomach but you kissed him anyway. 

[pandorapromises]

this gives me the impression that ian garvin will become an ally to the na'vi although it's hard for me to come to terms with the fact that he was (is?) literally complicit in the hunting of tulkun like i know he feels incredibly guilty because he admits to being a heavy drinker but it's still a lot to swallow

don't get me wrong! i still love ian garvin and i look forward to his story but also!! where tf did he learn na'vi sign language?? ?

[yokohamapound]

howdy! can we get some hcs for ranpo, chuuya, and akutagawa missing (or forgetting) their s/o’s birthday?

FungusWitch: Hello! My best bish, UnluckyAmulet, has once again graced us with a guest post of delicious headcanons, so I hope you enjoy!

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Characters: Edogawa Ranpo, Nakahara Chuuya, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke

Contains: NSFW, birthday sex, bondage

Edogawa Ranpo

Of the three, Ranpo is far and away the smartest, in both intellect and emotional intelligence. It's very unlikely you can hide how you feel about him missing your birthday from him - even if you haven't been dating Ranpo for long, if you're his s/o, he knows you. He can read your mood like a 3-D pop-up book. It's disconcerting but also oddly comforting.

It is very unlikely he forgot your birthday - it's more probably that he was doing a job for the Armed Detective Agency and got so wrapped up in it that he temporarily set aside everything else until it was finished. When Ranpo is chasing an interesting case it's nigh on impossible to get him to focus on anything else.

Once his hyperfixation ends, though, he does feel a little guilty. You ARE the s/o to the World's Greatest Detective, after all, so logically that means you ought to be celebrated! He gets right to it, roping in poor hapless Atsushi and other members of the Agency into decorating the office for your birthday. Of course he knows what gift you want (and probably makes Atsushi, Kunikida or someone go out and actually buy it. What? He'd get lost if he had to take the train to the mall!) He still takes credit when you praise him for being so thoughtful.

Ranpo tends to be a little lazy and spoiled, but for you, on your special day, he very nobly puts that aside to spoil you for a change. You wanna go do something fun like visit an amusement park or go to a concert? Great! He'll have Fukuzawa pay for tickets! You want to do something more lowkey, maybe chilling at home cuddling and watching movies with him? Awesome, he'll get popcorn! You wanna go out partying and getting shitfaced? Well…he's not much of a drinker, but he'll still come with to dance with you and hold your hair back when you puke. (He'll make Fukuzawa come pick your drunk ass up.)

And don't forget a long, long night of some truly incredible oral - Ranpo's best asset in the bedroom is that tongue of his, so he's going to go to town on you~

Remember to lavish him with praise over what a great boyfriend he is. He needs the validation, okay?

Nakahara Chuuya

With Chuuya he was probably doing a mission for Mori and simply didn't have time to be there or he did forget. His way of making it up to you is simple - gifts. Chuuya is very wealthy thanks to being a high-ranking Port Mafia agent, so whatever you want is yours. That new Prada bag? Done. You want a spa day with all the works? Already booked. Fanciest resturaunt in town? He can just waltz in and get a table whenever he wants.

This may sound all fine and great, but Chuuya may not immediately notice how you're feeling about him missing your birthday - he'll apologise but in a "Oops, sorry, babe!" kind of way and you'll have to be upfront with him if you're actually upset. Chuuya does have a bit of a bad habit of buying your affection when he's too busy to spend time with you, because he's used to people depending on him and being seen as a provider. If you like gift-giving as a love language then you might not consider this an issue, but he does somewhat use his money to assuage feeling guilty and avoid discussing it because he doesn't like seeing you upset.

Also, Chuuya has no memories of before he was seven years old and I doubt very much he got to celebrate his birthdays much when he was running around Suribachi with the Sheep. Sure, he can afford to go ham for his birthday now, and his subordinates gives him gifts (Koyo always buys him wine), but he might not quite grasp the emotional significance of birthdays. Sit him down and explain to him that you appreciate the gifts, but you want him, YOUR BOYFRIEND to be with you, not a credit card.

To make it up to you, Chuuya will give you a birthday fuck that goes on all night. If you have a position or kink you haven't got around to requesting from Chuuya, now's the time, because he intends to make you feel so good you can barely walk the next day.

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke

I'm gonna be honest, Akutagawa is not particularly understanding or sympathetic. At least, not right away.

He grew up in the slums with his kid sister, surviving off scraps and learning to fight from a very young age. Akutagawa likely had no concept of what a 'birthday' even was except just being another year he's managed to survive in the hellhole he was born into. Even now he's an adult and can afford to do whatever he wants to celebrate if he so chooses, he's not a very birthday person. He always buys a gift for Gin and will get something for his superiors as a token of respect (because it's expected of him), and he'll begrudgingly tell Higuchi "happy birthday", but overall he doesn't consider them that important. He does appreciate being given gifts, but doesn't think of them as a necessity.

So if you get upset or angry with him, he's liable to bite back at first. Akutagawa has trouble apologising because he was never apologised to when he was treated poorly, so he's generally not good at owning up to his mistakes. Like Chuuya, you need to explain to him that even if he doesn't place much importance on birthdays, you do and it hurts you that he doesn't seem to care.

That will get to him. For as grumpy and quick to violence as he is, he does care about his s/o greatly and he doesn't want to lose you. He doesn't even know why you love him in the first place, but he isn't willing to throw your whole relationship away over something trivial like this. So, he'll treat you to whatever you want. He's got the money to really spoil you and he doesn't take much time off, so he'll be able to free up his schedule. (Gin will also remind him next time or help him set up a reminder on his phone so he doesn't miss it in future.)

Try not to force him to come clubbing or some other loud, crowded activity. He won't refuse because he feels bad, but he'll ruin the mood by brooding in the corner like a wilting plant and he gets overstimulated and grouchy quite quickly. But he doesn't mind treating you to a posh meal or going on a holiday or something like that.

I hope you don't mind being tied up, because once somebody explains to Akutagawa the concept of birthday sex, he will go find you immediately and use Rashomon to hold you still for hours while he works you over - that's one birthday tradition he doesn't consider frivolous~

[joesheistyy]

Red Nosed Boy

The Bills and Bengals game was approaching quickly. Which meant the team would need to be out practicing in the cold. Joe hated the cold, but he loved his team and he knew he needed to get the job done.

Tuesday morning practice had rolled around and it was breezy with a temperature of 24°. Joe was dreading leaving the cozy house and he made sure the whole world knew it.

“I love my job and I love what I do, but I do not want to go today,” he groaned, pulling you closer to him in bed.

“I know babe. It’s cold so it’s hard to leave, but you don’t make millions for nothing,” you replied, turning to face him. Sometimes a little gaslighting could make Joe get up and go without much more complaining.

“Yeah yeah yeah,” he croaked out as he tossed the blankets off of his body, exposing himself to the harsh cold air of the bedroom.

Joe headed to the bathroom to get ready for the day. Brushing his teeth, shaving, and putting on layers to attempt to keep his body warmth in for practice.

You soon got out of bed, checking the thermostat the moment you got downstairs. The 70° temperature in the house wouldn’t be nearly warm enough for Joe when he got home.

Joe had left quickly, realizing he had to face the snow flurries and idiots who freak out on the roads when even a single snowflake falls. As badly as he didn’t want to practice outside, he hid that and encouraged his teammates that it’s what needed to be done to better the team in preparation for the game against Buffalo.

You continued your house work and relaxation while Joe was gone. You tried to conjure up some ideas to warm him up for when he arrived home. You enjoyed your hot coffee under a cozy blanket on the couch, feeling a little guilty that Joe was out in the cold. However, he did make millions to do that, so you shut your guilt down quickly.

You heard the garage door open, and in walks a cold, red-nosed Joe. That poor boy struggled to warm up when it was this cold and breezy out. Not even blasting the heat in his car on the way home could do much.

“Hi baby, how was practice?” You asked, going up to hug him.

“Cold,” he mumbled out, pulling you in closer to try to use your body heat to warm him up.

"What can we do to get you warmed up, baby?" you questioned, looking up to kiss his cold chin.

"Dunno, even my bones feel cold," he slumped into your body, resting his weight onto you.

"Let's start with getting rid of your practice stuff. There's no way that's warm anymore," You said, helping him drop his bag of equipment.

You lead Joe upstairs to change. You had already put some clean clothes in the towel warmer for him. He headed for the bathroom, considering taking a warm bath. He decided against it, considering that involved more effort than he wanted to commit to it.

"Any warmer?" you ask after he came out of the bathroom in his warm Nike sweatpants and looney tunes crew neck, bengals hat still on.

"A bit, but it's one of those cold feelings that takes hours to go away. I hate, hate, hate it," he groaned, walking out of the bedroom. You followed him back downstairs. Joe headed for the thermostat, turning the heat up to 74. You hated being hot, so keeping the house cool was typically the way to go. But in this case, you would happily deal so Joe could be comfortable. No one needed him sick before the Bills game.

Joe then laid down on the couch. He took the thick fuzzy Ugg blanket and draped it over his legs. You had laid out a heating pad for him that he put his back on. He would do anything to try to warm up.

You approached the couch, kneeling down to lay a kiss on his cold cheek. "How about some tea?" you suggested, seeing his eyes light up a little bit.

"That sounds good babe, do we have green tea?" he asked, pulling the blanket up over his shoulders.

"We do! I'll get that started for you," you joked like you worked at Starbucks. He laughed in response.

You made Joe tea in his favorite mug. He wasn't a coffee drinker, but he had a few favorite mugs for tea.

"Thanks baby," he said, leaning up to take the tea from you.

"Have any other ideas to warm up?" you asked, hoping that something had come to mind.

"Lay with me?" he suggested, opening up the blanket to let you under with him.

You crawled under the blanket with Joe, the touch of his skin still cool. He grabbed the remote, turning on Looney Tunes. His arms wrapped around your back, holding you tight.

Your eyes fluttered shut as the outside atmosphere became white with powered snow. Joe's arms wrapped around you, his body slowly but surely warming up.

[formulauno98]

Waking Up In Vegas | Chapter Three

Word Count: 2.8k

Author’s Notes: Disclaimer, purely fiction, no-one is taken in this alt-universe.

As you finished breakfast with Fernando, you were relieved to find that the atmosphere had shifted from tense to somewhat cooperative. You had a plan in place, you would meet him in the team hospitality area in the paddock in an hour to discuss the situation with his agent and publicist and potentially release a statement before the race. Then after the race, you would head back to the chapel together and sign the papers to get your marriage formerly annulled.

Having bid farewell to Fernando, who insisted on booking you a taxi to go the one block across the strip back to your hotel, you couldn't shake the surreal feeling of the morning. Marrying a stranger in Vegas was one thing, but marrying a famous Formula One driver? That was on another level. You had never been a big drinker nor a party girl and even going out in Vegas felt out of character.

Hastily exiting the cab, you made quick work crossing the gaudy lobby of The Venetian Hotel, weaving through the slot machines of the casino towards the elevators back to your suite. The casino was surprisingly busy for a Sunday morning and your head continued to pound as you were bombarded by the jangling noises of people winning and losing. Breakfast had helped alleviate your hangover somewhat but you were dreading the noise that you knew would accompany the race later that day. 

You also couldn’t help but feel paranoid that eyes were on you, despite the fact that you came across several other patrons who looked bleary-eyed and worse for wear, still wearing last night’s party looks. Shaking the thought, you were relieved to reach the elevators, flashing your room key to the security guard who promptly let you through.

—

Finally, back in your suite and reunited with your friends, you quickly freshened up and changed into something more appropriate for the paddock. You had originally planned for a fancy outfit but given the circumstances you opted for something more lowkey, finding a plain tee and jeans, hoping to blend in as much as possible. The last thing you wanted was to attract more attention. 

Fernando had been kind enough to organise paddock passes for you and your three friends, knowing that you would not want to face this situation alone and feeling guilty that your race weekend experience was somewhat ruined. Luckily your friends were eager to join you, if not sceptical about Fernando’s intentions.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" asked your friend Jess as you all walked towards the paddock entrance. 

"Yeah, we don't even know this guy," added Lisa, glancing around warily.

"I know," you said, taking a deep breath. "But we need to handle this carefully. Fernando's publicist thinks the best way is to control the narrative. If you’d rather go to the grandstand I fully understand.”

"No, don’t be silly, we're here for you," said Megan, giving you a reassuring squeeze on the arm. "Just be careful, okay?"

As the four of you arrived at the busy paddock entrance, the hustle and bustle of the pre-race activities were in full swing. Crew members in team uniforms zipped past, carrying equipment and chatting into headsets, already in work mode.

Reaching the gates, you flashed your pass on the electric reader and were granted access into a world you never thought you’d get a glimpse of. If only it had been in different circumstances. Walking down the paddock, you looked around for the familiar Aston Martin green. Fernando had given you strict instructions on how to find the Aston Martin team hospitality area and you quickly spotted it, halfway down the strip. In a twist of cruel irony, it was next door to the paddock wedding chapel, seemingly a Vegas special that only served to remind you of last night’s poor decisions.

Approaching the small veranda, you spotted an older woman standing there with her arms folded. Fernando had told you that his publicist would be there waiting so you hoped that it was her.

“Hi,” you said, “I’m here for Fernando. Are you Elena by any chance?” you asked, a little intimidated by her.

“Yes,” she said, looking you up and down as you made your introductions, “Please, follow me,” she said, gesturing inside the metal doors beside her. Turning to your friends, she gestured at a table in the team hospitality area, “If you’d like you are welcome to wait here, and please help yourself to some breakfast or coffee. Make yourself at home.”

Your friends looked a little apprehensive but seemed happy enough with the arrangement, “If you need anything you know where we are,” said Megan, looking at Elena with a certain degree of suspicion.

“Thanks, I’ll see you soon,” you said, grateful that they were close by if needed as you continued to follow Elena as she led you through another set of doors to a private area where Fernando was waiting, already in his racing suit.

“Hey,” you said, somewhat awkwardly, barely able to meet Fernando’s eye.

“Hi.” he said kindly, “How are you?”

“Good.” was all you managed, suddenly feeling very out of your comfort zone, “How are you? I’m so sorry to bother you on race day.”

“Don’t be silly, it’s not a bother.” said Fernando, his grin starting to unnerve you, “Elena is going to help us.”

"Yes, alright here's the plan," Elena began, her tone efficient. "We'll release a statement saying you two are deeply in love, and that last night was an impulsive but heartfelt decision. Emphasise that it came from love. Keep it vague but positive."

You nodded, feeling the weight of the situation settle on your shoulders. Fernando gave you a reassuring smile, but you could see the tension in his eyes. This was as much a gamble for him as it was for you. He interjected, "What happens if this all blows up? What’s the plan B?"

Elena met Fernando's gaze with a calm response, "We handle it as it comes. Right now, the best course of action is to present a united front and take control of the story."

“Great, thank you,” Fernando replied, a steely look still present in his eyes. “What do you think?” he asked, taking you by surprise as he turned for your opinion.

“You’re the experts. Like I said, I’ll do whatever you need,” you said meekly.

“Thank you,” said Fernando and Elena in unison, their relief palpable.

“Here is the official statement, have a read and tell me that you are agreeable,” said Elena, handing you an official-looking letterhead.

For Immediate Release - Fernando Alonso

I am delighted to share some exciting personal news with you. Last night, Y/N and I celebrated our love with an impulsive but heartfelt wedding ceremony. It was a spontaneous decision that felt right in the moment and we are both incredibly happy.

We have discovered a deep connection and are committed to taking things one step at a time, cherishing each moment together. Our love for each other is strong and we are looking forward to seeing where this journey takes us.

We appreciate your understanding and support as we embark on this new chapter in our lives. Thank you for respecting our privacy and for sharing in our happiness.

With love,

Fernando and Y/N

You gulped as you read it over. It was saccharine and over the top, but you trusted Elena to have kept the tone authentic to the press’ expectations. “That’s fine by me,” you said bluntly, feeling out of your depth.

“Great.” said Elena, clapping her hands together, “Now, can we take a photo of you together to accompany the memo? We have your wedding photo too.”

Glancing at Fernando, who now appeared to share your awkward demeanour, he replied somewhat uncomfortably, “Sure, if you feel it is necessary.”

“Yes, I think it is. The press will be curious and if you don’t release a photo, they will hound every woman within a fifty-mile radius.” Elena said bluntly.

 A man you hadn’t noticed appeared with a camera and a small light pack, eager to capture the moment.

“Okay, is it okay if I put your arm around you?” asked Fernando sweetly.

“Sure,” you said, nervous about being in such close proximity to him as he reached his arm around your shoulders.

“Smile guys! You’re newlyweds.” said the photographer with a wink, using his free hand to push you closer together.

Sidling up to Fernando you smiled as widely as you could and hoped that you were selling the love story.

“Beautiful.” said Elena, once again clapping her hands together before producing another piece of paper, “Now. None of this goes further than here. Ok? I have an NDA for you to sign.”

“No problem,” you said, knowing that hopefully, this wouldn’t be the first form you’d be filling in today.

As you quickly signed and handed the paper back to Elena, she was already typing furiously on her phone. "Thank you, this will be out in a few minutes. Now, Fernando, focus on the race. Y/N, I will show you to the corporate hospitality suite above the garage. I'll make sure you and your friends are comfortable."

With that, Fernando was whisked away without another word to you, leaving you alone with your thoughts as you made your way back to your friends who were sitting patiently waiting and sipping their coffees.

“If you’d all like to follow me, I will show you to where you can watch the race,” said Elena kindly, “There will be more drinks there but feel free to bring those along.” 

———

Elena having shown you across the paddock to the corporate hospitality suite, you were now installed in a plush group of chairs, the buzz of the race preparations from the garage below a constant background noise. Surrounded by your friends, you finally felt a little calmer, even when they were voicing their concerns about what had just happened.

"I don't like this," Lisa said in a low voice, her arms crossed. "What if they try to pin everything on you if the press find out it was just a drunken mistake?"

"She's right," Jess agreed. "We need to make sure you’re protected too."

"I know," you said, feeling a lump in your throat. "But Fernando seems sincere. He’s just as caught off guard as we are. Let's see how this plays out."

Fortunately, as the Grand Prix was getting underway shortly, the press had not yet reacted to the statement and you had some time to process, however as the race began, you felt a knot of anxiety in your stomach. 

You were starting to understand just how high the stakes were for Fernando. This wasn't just a sport, it was his life, his career, his passion and public interest in his personal life was the downside to travelling the world and driving fast cars. Anyone else could laugh off a drunk Vegas wedding but he had to protect his public image, his brand. Sponsorship deals were tied to his public persona and one slip-up could cost serious money.

Making your way out to the balcony to watch the race start, you hung over the railing to see how Fernando would fare. The sound of engines roaring and tyres screeching filled the air as the lights went out and the grid came alive.

To your dismay, Fernando didn't have a great start. His reaction was far slower than the cars around him and he dropped four positions before the first corner. You felt a pang of guilt, wondering if the morning's drama had affected his performance.

To make matters worse, as Fernando roared around the track below you, the press started to run his statement. Elena had come by to warn you and sure enough, as those nearby were alerted of the news of Fernando Alonso's surprise Vegas wedding, you could feel more and more pairs of curious eyes on you, recognising you from the two photos that had been shared.

As the race settled down, your phone started to buzz with notifications as journalists quickly updated their headlines to "Fernando Alonso Marries in Impulsive Las Vegas Ceremony" and "Alonso's Surprise Wedding: A New Chapter for the F1 Star." You cringed as one particular commentator tweeted speculating about how this personal development might be affecting Fernando’s performance, debating the timing of a raucous wedding the night before a critical race. 

Elena came by once more as reporters were contacting her, seeking interviews to learn more about you. “For real?” you asked, “I’m a nobody, why would they want to interview me?”

“You’re not a nobody, you’re Mrs Alonso,” mused Elena, “And don’t worry, I will turn them down on your behalf.”

“Thank you, Elena,” you said, looking at your friends exasperatedly. The situation was pure chaos, and the race was going on all the while, Fernando oblivious to the situation.

It wasn’t just the mainstream press, the news had hit social media and hashtags like #AlonsoWedding and #MrandMrsAlonso were starting to trend as fans expressed their excitement. Fans' curiosity about the timeline of your “relationship” led to a flurry of speculation, with the photo from the wedding and that morning being dissected for clues.

Tearing your eyes away from your phone, you turned your attention back to the track. Unfortunately, Fernando was struggling to make up the lost ground and had you sat on the edge of your seat, chewing your nails and hoping for a miracle.

"He's not doing well," Megan observed quietly, "Do you think this morning freaked him out?"

"Maybe," you admitted, feeling your anxiety spike. "I just hope he can pull through, it’s not like he can see the headlines yet."

“True,” said Jess, “Although what weird timing to release a statement.”

Your friends nodding in agreement, you repeated what Elena had told you earlier, “Apparently the idea is that the story will get buried in race news, get minimal attention but still serve the purpose of not making Fernando look like a drunk idiot.”

Looking unconvinced, Jess replied, “I’m not sure about that.”

Hoping your friend was wrong, you silently willed Fernando to overtake his opponents, but unfortunately, today was just not his day. When the race ended, Fernando had only managed to secure a measly P9. It was far from his usual performance and you knew he would be furious. 

As you watched Fernando exit his car, his frustration evident, you felt concerned. The morning’s events had ultimately affected his performance. He looked livid and you were not looking forward to meeting him back in the team hospitality area and going to the chapel together to sign the annulment.

———

Gathering your friends, you made your way back down the stairs and across the paddock to where you’d met Fernando and Elena this morning, feeling somewhat jittery knowing that you would have to face the angry racing driver once he’d completed his media commitments.

Sure enough, it wasn’t long before he breezed in, barely acknowledging anyone. When he finally spotted you, his eyes were blazing. He stalked over, his anger palpable.

"Follow me," he hissed, keeping his voice low but his tone sharp, gesturing for you to follow him once more through the double doors.

Getting up, you shot your friends a look, their eyes filled with concern, “I’ll be back ASAP.” and bid them goodbye as you made your way behind Fernando.

Once through the double doors, the fiery Spaniard let rip. "This is your fault. I couldn't focus all race because of this mess." His eyes were wild and his usual charm was gone.

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. You felt a rush of emotions—anger, guilt, defensiveness—all at once. But before you could gather your thoughts, Fernando took a deep breath, his expression softening slightly.

"I'm sorry," he said, running a hand through his wavy brown hair. "I shouldn't blame you. It's just... a lot. Elena showed me the headlines after the race. Some people think I’m a drunk idiot, some are calling me a legend. It’s not the best. I work so hard to maintain a positive image and this kind of story can be career-altering. My boss wants to meet with me later to discuss it."

You nodded, feeling a lump in your throat. "I understand. It's been a crazy day. But we're in this together, remember? I’ve read stories calling me a gold-digger, an escort and a nobody. It’s not been the best."

He gave a small, rueful smile. "I am sorry. It is my fault.”

“No it’s not,” you said, awkwardly patting him on the shoulder, “We both got ourselves into this mess, we need to both get out of it.”

“Agreed.” said Fernando, “Do you want to have some coffee before we go to the chapel? My room is just through here.”

A little surprised at his offer, you decided it would be wise to talk some more. You hardly knew this man but if the world thought you two were deeply in love, in love enough to elope in Vegas, you figured it might be time to get to know him.

“Sure,” you replied, following him through another smaller door, not sure what to expect.

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