#happy anniversary to our silly boys

[mynonah]

"WE. ARE. MARRIED!! WEEEEEHEEEE"

"Aren't you bored of this yet?" "We just got married a few hours ago, Kurt." "What...? Not the marriage, silly, THIS." "You said I could do it." "Yeah, of course, but that was 20 minutes ago." "HE SAID YES!!" "I said yes 1,5 years ago, sweetheart. You should also shout that out to the universe so people don't think we were just that drunk last night." "HE SAID YES 1,5 YEARS AGO AND NOW WE'RE MARRIED!" "Wow, I was just kidding, but okay..." "WE JUST GOT MARRIED!!" "They know. Trust me. Everyone knows. It's literally written all over us." "WE ARE MARRIED!!" "You're crazy, you know that, right? This is insane." "But you love me." "I do, honey. That's why I married you. Now, would you come back here, please, sit down and---" "HE. MARRIED. MEEE!!!" "Oh, God... It's going to be an extraordinarily long journey." "Yep. I plan it to last forever."

[beartitled]

GUYS THEM

I

GUYS

💕💞❤️LOOK AT THEM 💕❤️💞

I once again spread the list™️ of Narry bros content

Narry, Narry & Narry!

The remake that no one asked for!

The first interaction of the Narry bros! Yippeee!!!

Also the time when I got closer to @beartitled & @braisedhoney 🥹

Original 👇

[spideysbruh]

Thank You GQ

a/n- the lil ~ means a passage of time

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tchalamet GQ.

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tstan your shoots are always the best

GQ let's do it again some time mr. chalamet

y/n oh my

timmylaurie he's so cute omg

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y/n what's everyone asking for from santa?

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timmytimstan omg t liked

yourfriend what are you getting me for christmas 🤭

y/n literally no clue ❤️

tchalamet a vinyl record would be nice

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y/n 🤔

timmytimstan omg t commented !

timmysgf who is she ??

tchalamet oh wow.

kylesballs not him simping for a random insta model publicly LMAOO

timotheeandall y/n is NOT an instagram model omggg 💀

@y/n tweeted: need. need so bad

@sinusandsocks replied- me too girl 💀💀

@lauriesarmpit replied- no way the first tweet I see of hers is ab timmy 😭😭💀💀

@tsgf replied- how do you know it's about him?

@ynsleftear replied- trust me, she's been like this for a while 💀💀 she stays shooting her shot!!

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y/n honeymoon fades

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sabrinacarpenter caption. i love you.

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ynstan BEAUTIFUL GIRL

tchalamet need.

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chalametgirl BYEEEE LMAOOOOO

tchalamet oh my.

rachelzegler absolutely gorgeous. when are we hanging out 🥺🥺

y/n im free next week <3 let me dm you w my schedule LMAOO we need to have a sleepover again I got so much to tell you

rachelzegler omg this is happening ill see you next week love

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tchalamet just posted a story!

@y/n tweeted: the average person was never meant to have this much lore.

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@ynsblanket replied- oh god what happened girl

@ynandtimschild replied- you're literally dating timothee chalamet it's okay 😩😩🙏🏼

@y/n replied- exactly!!! life is crazy.

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@timoatreides replied- wait what💀💀

@realchalamet tweeted: life IS crazy

@paulswhore replied- BROOOO !?!?!!!

@ynsgf replied- HELPP!?!?!!! at 2am is crazy

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y/n two years. you've dealt with every part of me and you're still here with me. I love you more than anything my silly boy. I'll always remember the GQ issue that finally gave me the courage to dm you 💀💀

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tchalamet ohhhh THATS why its framed in our place 🤔🤔

y/n but also cause im so proud of you 😍things can have two meanings 🫶

paulsdune TWO YEARS ?!?!!! it took yall forever to make it official huh

y/n you're telling me...

tchalamet thank god for GQ cause i was too scared to dm you myself 💀💀

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lauriesyn NO WAYYYY HAPPY ANNIVERSARY YALLL

kyleshair literally my parents omg

timosbirthmark tbh it's good they waited a while to actually date, people be so quick to jump into relationships LMAOO

rachelzegler our double dates are some of my favorite memories

y/n same we gotta do it again

mariastory timothee and josh being friends omg

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tchalamet thank you once again GQ. i think i'm much more mature this time around. and thank you for getting me the love of my life with the 2020 issue, I am eternally grateful.

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y/n oh my 😍

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laurieslaurence YOU ATEEEE the lil part about y/n and how much she's helped shape you 🥺🥺🫶🫶

atreideskyle i ❤️ my boyfriend

zendaya OKAYYYYY

willyswonka he seems like such a good boyfriend to y/n

florencepugh so proud of you!!!

charliestimo the comparison to the 2020 and this one 🥺🥺 he's already grown so much 😭💔💔

ayoedebiri 🫶🫶

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tchalamet my love deserves a post of its own. when we're apart i count down the minutes until we can be together again. you make me the best possible version of myself and i thank you for it. you are the most beautiful person inside and out, and I'm so lucky to get to not only know you, but love you as well. i love you happy two years my pretty girl.

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timosatreid "MY PRETTY GIRL" GOD WHEN 😭😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺

y/n you just had to outdo my caption huh.

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addisonraee yall are too cute pls stop

sabsyn THE HAND PLACEMENT IN THE SECOND PIC WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THE. HAND. PLACEMENT.

ynschals imagine how many pics they have of each other on their phones that we'll never see... 😖

yourfriend no other guy could make her as happy as you, timmy!

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y/n idk if you know this but i love you

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[moonstruckme]

i love poly! Marauders♡

could you make a one shot where the reader gives the boys flowers and handmade gifts for the first time after their first month of relationship?

xoxo

Ugh yes our boys don't get enough gifts! Thanks for requesting gorgeous :)

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.3k words

When Sirius answers the door to the apartment he shares with his boyfriends to find you standing there with a bouquet of flowers, he very nearly panics. Naturally, his first thought is of the worst-case scenario: someone else has gotten you flowers, and you’ve decided to break it off with them and be with that fucker. Alternatively, you’re upset that they haven’t gotten you flowers in nearly a week (would those ones have died already? Sirius knows next to nothing about flowers; Remus is supposed to stay on top of that) and have brought an arrangement for them to give you as a not-so-gentle-nudge. He might be sick.

But you’re not deserving of the snappy response that comes to his lips, so Sirius swallows and tries to find his gentlest voice. “Hey there, gorgeous. What’re those for?”

You grin until your cheeks dimple, flushing in the way Sirius has grown familiar with over the past few weeks: you’re excited, but a bit embarrassed to show it. “Happy one-month anniversary,” you say, extending the bouquet to him as James and Remus come into the room behind him, intrigued by what’s keeping their boyfriend so long at the door. Your eyes dart between the three of them in that nervous way of yours as you explain in a rush, “I know it’s silly, but I’ve just been wanting to give you all gifts for a while now, and no one’s birthday is coming up for months.”

“Thanks, dove.” Remus is the first of them to reply, nudging past Sirius to take the flowers from you. James is grinning so hugely it’s pushing his eyes nearly closed, and Sirius suspects he’s staring at you like you’ve hung the moon. “These are beautiful. It’s a month today, really?”

You nod bashfully. 

“Then shit,” Sirius says, collecting himself, “you’re not silly; we’re ridiculous for forgetting! Come on in, sweet thing.” He grins at you, and when you shy, as you are wont to do, at his brash manner, James takes your hand and encourages you through the doorway. “Do we have some wine or chocolate or something?”

“We do,” Remus replies, disappearing into the kitchen. “And grapes. Are you alright with white wine, dovey?” You hum in affirmation, and Sirius thanks Merlin for his refined boyfriend, without whom he and James would stock the apartment entirely with crisps and pot noodles. 

James takes you to the living room, sitting you beside him, probably not as close as he’d like but wary of making you jumpy. Sirius isn’t so cautious, plopping down next to you so that your legs and hips are squished together simply because he delights in making you flush. 

“Leave off ‘er,” James says defensively, and Remus returns, laying the snacks and refreshments on the table before sitting beside Sirius and encouraging him to lean on his shoulder. Sirius huffs in protest, but goes willingly. 

His problem taken care of, James turns his attention back to you. “Thanks for the flowers, sweetheart,” he says, and Sirius notices that Remus must have found a vase for them while he was in the kitchen. They’re sitting in the center of the coffee table, arranged prettily in water. “You didn’t need to get us a gift, but that’s so lovely of you.” 

You bite your lip, and Sirius knows you have something to say before you say it. “I, um…” you play with your fingers. He wants to take them in his hands, spreading each one between his own. “I’m really glad you like them, but those actually aren’t the gifts I was talking about.” 

Sirius watches as James’ expression turns giddy at the plural there. Gifts. 

You reach into your bag and pull out a pair of gloves. They’re gray, and they look thick, like they’re made out of some sort of knit material. They’re also huge. You extend them to Remus. “I know you can never find ones that fit,” you say hesitantly, “so I’m hoping these might work? I couldn’t measure to get it exactly right, but I think they’re big enough.” 

Remus takes them with something akin to awe in his expression, and Sirius’ mouth goes dry as realization dawns upon him. He’d always thought Remus cut the fingers off his gloves because it looked cool (admittedly, there had been several years when Sirius had copied him for that very reason), but it was because they didn’t fit. His lengthy, slender fingers had to be too long for most gloves. Sirius felt stupid for not realizing it. He glances at James, finding a similar expression of dumbfounded epiphany on his boyfriend’s face. They’d both known Remus for years, and you’d picked up on his plight over the course of a month.

“Did you make these?” Remus breathes, taking the gloves from you gingerly. 

“Mhm,” you nod, proud and sheepish at the same time. “I crocheted them.”

“You…they’re perfect. Thank you, dove.” Remus looks the softest Sirius thinks he’s ever seen him, and he feels like someone’s scooped out his guts and replaced them with syrup. 

“No problem.” Your cheeks dimple as you duck your head, digging through your bag again. This time you emerge with something red, also crocheted, and vaguely rectangular, turning to James.

He looks at you adoringly as he takes it, but it’s clear he’s as clueless about what it is as Sirius feels. 

“It’s a glasses case,” you supply. “I don’t know if you even want one, but you’re always breaking them by knocking them off the nightstand, and I thought maybe it’d help.” You shrink a bit. “Don’t worry about it if you don’t want to use it.” 

“‘Course I’m using it.” James sounds appalled, and he takes your hand in his, squeezing gently until your smile returns. “This is so thoughtful of you, angel. Really, thanks so much. I’m going to use it every night.” 

You grin hugely, all but glowing at his praise, and when you turn back to your bag, and Sirius is almost surprised there’s still one left for him. As if sitting here, basking in the happiness of all the people he cares about most, isn't enough of a gift. 

Still, that doesn’t mean he’s not curious what it is. 

You pass him a small pouch, and you’ve made it purple with a black star in the middle. Sirius loves it without knowing what it’s for. Hell, he doesn’t even care if it has a utility, he wants to frame it on his wall. 

“I know you drop your earbuds a lot,” you say, “so I thought maybe you could put them in here sometimes, to protect them. I put little loops on it in case you want to carry it or attach it to something, but you could just keep it in your pocket, if you want.” 

Sirius takes his earbuds out from his pocket, slipping them into the little case, and they fit perfectly inside. He grins at you, and when you smile back, the corners of your eyes crinkling, his restraint snaps. He lunges for you, wrapping one arm around your shoulders and cradling your head with the other hand. His heart aches, and it's as much for the thoughtfulness and care you put into his own gift as it is for the joy you’ve given to Remus and James. He doesn’t think his heart can handle carrying around this much love. “Thank you,” he murmurs into your hair, and your arms come around his middle, squeezing tight. 

He takes his time in releasing you, but when he does you’re immediately captured by James, who kisses the side of your face haphazardly. Remus has gone mute beside him, but Sirius suspects both boys are feeling overcome by the same desperation to express their appreciation as he is. He doesn’t think they’ll ever get close. 

“Fucking one-month anniversary,” he says, and he sounds breathless even to his own ears. “I hope you’ve kept the night free, gorgeous, because now you have to let us take you out to dinner.”

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Shapes and Pines AU FAN-MASTERLIST

THAT'S RIGHT FOLKS YOU GUYS GET YOUR OWN LIST BECAUSE YOU'RE DROWNING ME WITH CONTENT!

Canon content -> Masterlist 1

!Fanart?! (I LOVE IT ALL)

Money <3

Crossover time

Taking whats not yours

MARRIED LIFE

obsessed with this guy

Crossover time 2

⚠️ superior shape 🟪

Las Vegas shenanigans

Mornin' hun

Stan the greaser

Eepy sleepy

old man seduction

infected with this freak

Crime Husbands

Peas and Love

crossover 3

I think they are delightful

concept human ted

TAD MOTHER FUCKING STRANGE

He makes me laugh...

Human Tad Strange kinda

Mister Mystery Tonic

Human Tad Plus Euclydian Stan

Notebook doodles

TAD TAD TAD

12 long years and now he's back!

Tiny Tads

HOT TO GO

Square…shape of evil

Smash or pass

Human Tad plus tiny doodles

Human Tad but he's silly

They are resting and snoozing

Despite the scars

OC time?!?

Tad in theraprism?!

Human Tad and the best sweater ever

If you call my name there will be no answer

Let me kiss it better

Mary Poppins

THEY MOVE

Swooning over stan

SHAPES!!

Widdle baby square

Pine rumors

You took away my buddy...

Human Tad he's so fancy

Paper puppet oh my goodness

Boy why are you so

HOT TO GO

Happy and safe

He's sad :(

IT SHOULD'VE BEEN ME!!!

Squares and man

Did this actually happen?

doodles of young Bill and Tad

They're pretty, right?

tad strange but brain rot

They are sleepy

IM FINE

The boys are fighting

Birthday boy

Well that was tragic!

Humanization beam

What a boring white space

He loves him!

Human strange man

The third journal

Trust me

anxious wreck

eepy sleepy

don't look

save me..

I'm not Billy anymore

He kinda funny lookin

Ya wanna keep holding my hand?

Worlds collide

I feel totally normal about this man….

Billy’s caretakers can never catch a break

Human Tad again

Being disgusting on that boat

Is this a Relativity Falls AU?

Silly shapes

*randomly drops Stadley*

HES REAL

Them cooking!

brought "irl Tad" into being CW DRUGS

!FANFIC?!

Baby it's cold outside

Nightmare Tad

Did you forget our anniversary?

A stupid idea

Dipper & Mabel VS The Multiverse

Well… this is a tad strange

Keep your eye clear

Maybe...

And for the rest of the night, his dreams were quiet.

Then get your ass over here, big guy

I got game

[peelingpaint-heavyheart]

seonghwa hard hours MDNI (afab reader btw)

tags: fingering, pet names (baby, doll), desperate hwa <3, umm i think thats it tbh honestly its quite tame in comparison to what i originally thought, enjoy hehe

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idk just thinking about rich boy! hwa fucking you silly in your apartment, getting all rough and messy on your new clothes you specifically bought for your anniversary tonight because he just couldnt wait to have his way with you

it all started at dinner

he was treating you to dinner at one of his favourite restaurants, a high-end place upstairs you wouldnt even think about dining at on a regular night. but hwa insisted, he wanted tonight to be special

"please, baby. just want to treat my baby on our special day, yeah?"

and who were you to resist when he was hugging you like that from behind, his body moulded against yours as his chin rested on your shoulder, his lips ghosting your skin

so you had agreed and let him book the reservation. now all that you needed to do was organise your outfit. simple right? well no

you wanted something new, something he hadnt seen you in before. it was for your anniversary after all. so you had decided to go big and go home, driving out to the mall uptown where seonghwa likes to treat you. why not? it would be your little treat to yourself in two ways.

one: you would finally own nice clothes that you often thought were out of your budget every time you saw them online

two: hwa's reaction would be worth more than gold when he saw you

so you surprised rich boy! hwa when he picked you up, walking out of your room in an outfit that had his mouth falling open and his eyes wandering your body. satisfied with his reaction, you took his arm, kissing his cheek and wishing him a happy anniversary. he snapped out of his trance and returned the gesture though his expression still held remnants of that original stupefied look when he first saw you

the restaurant seemed to act as a buffer the entire night. ever since rich boy! hwa had seen that outfit on you, his eyes never quite left your body. sure, he would turn away every once in a while, if you two were having conversation he would look you in the eyes. as you ate, drank and talked, there was always a level of distraction behind his normally collected focussed gaze

it was only when he had paid the bill and you had exited the restaurant did he start dragging you toward the car and you knew. you knew tonight was going to end for a long while

so when you two arrived back at your apartment, it was a race to your bedroom, his lips and hands roaming you urgently. it wasnt long until you both stumbled into your bed after kicking off your shoes and he could stop holding back. he knew what he wanted. he wanted to feel you, to show you just how much your outfit tonight affected him, just the extent it had drove him crazy, unable to think one competent thought since he picked you up this evening

and rich boy! hwa is impatient. he finally has you and he wont go about it how he usually does, taking his time and teasing you until youre begging him to properly touch you. no, he'll torture you, just as you tortured him all night

clothes are pushed aside, askew on your bodies and still partially acting as barriers. hwa had his fingers deep inside you as he pumps them in and out, your slick coating his skin and staining your panties he pushes aside with his free hand. and as he gets more desperate, wanting to see more of you, of your pretty hole taking his fingers so well, he just cant help himself

theres a ripping sound between the wet sounds of his fingers moving inside you and you faintly see hwa through something behind him

"hwa~ my panties..."

"it's ok, doll.. i'll just buy you another pair. fuck, if you keep being this good i'll buy whatever you want"

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[zedweek]

Zedweek 2024 Prompts!!!!!!!

Day 1: Dec 2

ZSMA:  It’s the anniversary of the series that started it all! Spanning four years, Zedaph’s Super Minecraft Adventure showcases Zed’s growth as a creator and contains countless silly moments! Farms and western villages, breakups and singing and time travel! Whether you embrace a younger Zedaph, a best build, or a favorite moment, it’s a blast from the past!

Free space: We know that Zed’s earliest series is also one that many haven’t seen, so this day is also open to anything that anyone wants to make! Get crazy with it! The only limit is your own imagination!

Day 2: Dec 3

Hermitcraft 5-6: Caves of crystal and bases galore, we’re going back in time! Featuring lovely characters such as Worm Man and Zedeath, season 5 and 6 give a lot to work with! The rise of the gaming district and the iconic Is That Sheep Looking At Me? entertained the Hermits, and our hero still found time to try his hand at aerial livestock delivery! The following season saw a Jack (Er. Zed?) of all bases, with 5 in total, but no one official base to call his own. Truly, the season of embodying what it means to be a hermit!

Hels: From the mind of Hermitcraft’s own Welsknight, Hels has taken the fandom by storm with its intrigue and possibilities. Explore what Zed’s own Hels could be like, create an elaborate theory where he is a Hels, or where he doesn’t have one at all! If anyone would transcend the rules of the universe to relax and simply share a meal with Evil Xisuma in the most dismal part of the universe, it’s surely the birthday boy.

Day 3: Dec 4

Hermitcraft 7-8: Settling into the Hermitcraft server, seasons 7 and 8 pushed our existing knowledge of Minecraft! From the Cave of Contraptions to the Sciscraper, Zedaph made it his mission to discover the secrets of Hermit psychology as well as some of the most useless functions in the game! Hang out for a round of golf or come up with an even less efficient contraption! There’s plenty of time for a new completely ethical experiment; the moon isn’t getting any bigger…Right?

Oddity:  Zed’s brain and body don’t quite work like anyone else’s, but that’s all the more reason to love him! This is a day to embrace everything that makes Zed peculiar, or to enjoy the peculiarities that he loves right back!

Day 4: Dec 5

Hermitcraft 9-10: Up for a challenge? This pair of seasons has plenty! Try your hand at an advancement or gamification, or design one for our guy! From falling at world height to cheeky spying to getting his friends caught on fire by an angry furnace, these seasons bring plenty of fun! Maybe get a little meta yourself and add a sneaky game to whatever you create!

Death: It’s a well-known fact that Zedaph toys with the cycle of death and life! To me, this seems like a great day to celebrate the way Zedaph celebrates death, whether it be his hundredth demise, making a game of ushering souls, or testing the limits of respawn! 

Day 5: Dec 6

Create: It’s important to properly enrich your Zedaph by letting him play with wrenches and gears with his eccentric friend every so often. Bite into a honeyed apple and feel the rush of being catapulted! Or catapulting your friends! Catapult everything!

Alternate Universe: Put this boy in a situation!!! Get creative and share the role another Zedaph plays (heh) in your story, whatever it may be! Alternatively, try and stop Zed from falling into another universe all on his own. He’s got portal technology, you know!

Day 6: Dec 7

Kris & Jack:  As long as I, Ell Cillpiines, am running this event, there will be always be a KnJ day. This is a day to appreciate Zed’s second channel in all of its filmy frenzied goodness and cast of characters! (D.I.)Why? Because a world without Kris & Jack isn’t a world I would want to be in!

Kris & Jack but in Minecraft this time: oooh you wanna think about them so bad

Day 7: Dec 8

Birthday!!!!!:  It’s a Zelebration! Grab a noise-maker and join the party however you see fit! Happy birthday, Kristopher Zedaph Plays!

[creamhoodie]

° 🎀 Loved Out Loud 🎀 °

synopsis: prompt is the boys showing their love for you publicly. Isagi, Nagi, Reo, and Sae. I will be doing more

Yoichi Isagi:

When you first started dating Yoichi Isagi you had just gotten out of a bad relationship. Your ex boyfriend wasn’t a bad guy by any means but he was too nonchalant and unromantic. Despite his constant promises that he’d change and be more vocal on his love for you he never put that into practice. As a result you had been left jaded and emotionally bruised, the last thing you were looking for was getting into another relationship.

That had all changed when you had met Isagi. You had met the upcoming soccer prodigy at one of his games in the most embarrassing way. It would be your luck that the ball had flown into the crowd and hit you smack in the face. Isagi, having been the one that had kicked it, had locked eyes with you and made sure you were taken care of by the medical staff on standby before going back to the game. After his game, he had circled back to find you and had asked for your number. 

Two months had passed since then and here you sat watching highlights from his last match with him on the couch. You were sitting on his lap and his legs were outstretched on the coffee table. 

“Baby, I wanna post a picture of us on my instagram can I?” Isagi asked, pulling your attention to him. His words caught you off guard. Everyone knew the two of you were dating as you attended events with him but the two of you hadn’t made it instagram official so far. 

“Why? It’s not my birthday or our anniversary or anything,” you said. In your past relationship your ex would never think to post you even on birthdays or anniversaries and he eventually only started doing so since it upset you, therefore taking all the joy out of it. 

“I just want more pictures of us together on my page. You’re so important to me and I want that to be seen whenever anyone looks at my profile. I ask because I didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable,” he replied. 

His indigo eyes were so full of love it made your heart do a flip. You knew based on his words that he had asked because he had millions of followers due to his soccer status. 

“I think it's fine, Yoichi,” you replied. He seemed excited and digging his phone out of his pocket he opened the app and chose a photo from his photo album. It was a silly selfie of the two of you wearing matching hoodies. You watched as he captioned it “my one and only” and tagged you. 

“Hey are you okay?” Isagi asked, looking at you. You didn’t realize you were crying until he caught your loose tears with his thumb. “He never posted you like this huh?” he asked in understanding. 

You nodded. It was such a small and meaningful thing and the fact that Yoichi Isagi had wanted to do it on his own to make you happy meant the world. It was something so simple you had always begged for and had to go without, and here Isagi gave it to you freely. He leaned forward to kiss you sweetly and softly. 

When the two of you pulled back with noses still touching he whispered, “I love you.” 

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Seishiro Nagi:

Just because he was a professional soccer player did not mean that Nagi couldn't double up as a professional twitch streamer as well. He’d often play as himself on FIFA but lately he was fond of playing Overwatch. He had even bought you your own PC set up so you could play with him. Since the two of you had only been dating for a few weeks, you weren’t in his streams and would often just watch him play as you sat on the other side of the room on your phone. 

Tonight was different. While in a long queue for a competitive match, Nagi called over to you. 

“Babe, come here I wanna introduce you to the chat,” he said. You met his gray eyes and mouthed ‘are you sure?’ It was still early on in the relationship and you didn’t want to cause any unnecessary drama for him. He nodded and motioned impatiently for you to come over to him. When you did, he sat you on his lap, pushing his gaming chair back a bit so both of you could be in full view. 

“This is my baby and my duo,” he said before nuzzling his face into your neck. You watched as the chat lit up with heart emojis and well wishes. There was even a cartoon emote of him with heart eyes that was being spammed. 

“It looks like they wanna know how we met,” you said reading the chat. 

“Easy. I saw her cosplay as one of my favorite video game characters and the photoshoot of it came on my timeline on Twitter and I thought she was hot,” Nagi said. You blushed and shooed at him a little. 

“Why does it say Reo banned someone?” you asked. 

“Hmm? Oh Reo’s a MOD, someone must have been saying something stupid,” Nagi replied looking through the chat before adding, “oh yeah looks like some guy wanted to see the not safe from work cosplay pictures of you. Those are for my eyes only right baby?” 

“Right Seishiro,” you replied. You watched the chat argue about what would be your and Nagi’s ship name as you felt his lips kiss your hair. 

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Reo Mikage:

Reo was a show off at heart. When you had gone on your first date with him he had gone all out, picking you up in his most expensive car and taking you to a restaurant he had completely booked out for the two of you. 

Now having you at his side, he felt like he had the most coveted trophy of all to show off. He was of the opinion that the woman a man was with reflected the wealth of that man. He wasn’t arrogant by any means though if anything this rationale of his made him want to spoil you even more and make sure you were well taken care of. Your beauty and love was just another extension of his success and to him it was the most precious. 

For that reason, Reo was always taking you to red carpet events with him but tonight was extra special since he would be receiving the Ballon D'or award for his athletic performance. When the two of you had arrived at the venue he took his time walking in front of the paparazzi with you, wanting them to get good shots of your dress and your hairdo that he had paid for you to get done. 

“You look so beautiful,” he whispered into your ear. 

When he had been given his award he had thanked the fans, his teammates, his coach, but most of all he spent the most time thanking you. 

“If it wasn’t for my partner I wouldn’t be here. She believes in me and she pushes me to be the best man and best athlete I can be,” he said, staring into your eyes the whole time. 

Afterwards, he had given you his award to hold wanting photos of you holding it to be taken as well.

“Reo I’m so proud of you,” you said looking up at him. 

“There is no me without you,” he replied before kissing you in front of the cameras. No matter what, having you at his side would be his biggest accomplishment. 

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Sae Itoshi:

Sae was a private man and just because he is a professional soccer player that didn’t mean he was any less private. The one thing he held most dear was you and your relationship with him. He wanted to guard you from the press as they could be ruthless. That’s why even though the two of you had been dating for nearly a year your relationship was not something he publicized. He had no intention of outing your relationship and having prying eyes and opinions rain down on the two of you. That is until he was asked about his relationship status in an interview. 

“It’s not really anyone’s business but Y/N is my girlfriend,” he said. He walked out of the interview after that and called you. 

“Sae is everything okay? Your publicist told me you walked out of your interview and I'm getting a lot of follow requests on instagram,” you asked. 

“Everything is fine. They asked me if I was in a relationship and obviously I wasn’t going to deny you,” he said.

“Awww Sae, that's so sentimental and sweet of you,” you said. 

“Don’t get used to it,” he replied but you could hear the smile in his voice.

[spennsrs]

schlatt x reader that loves schlatt when he's put on a couple pounds :(( reader holding him from behind and just kissing his back when he doesn't have a shirt on in the kitchen or smth. "you're so beautiful, yknow that?" i have brainrot ‼️‼️ schlatt not believing reader so reader just has to keep praising schlatt every chance they get so they keep leaving little post it notes around the mirror about his body :(((((

(\ (\ („• ֊ •„) ━O━O━━━━━━━━━ ・:。YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ︳jschlatt x reader drabble ︳fluff ︳self indulgent bc i jst wanna tell schlatt how handsome he is :(( also MY BFFIE REQUESTING <3 /p + reader can cook rly well and they Feed our boy well

the house was quiet, the bedroom dark with drawn curtains. it was late at night... or maybe early in the morning?

schlatt didn't know, and frankly, he didn't care. he couldn't sleep. he didn't even know why he was up still.

it was probably silly. maybe it was the cause of his recent insomnia. there were great things about having a significant other who could outcook even the likes of gordan ramsey. well, at least schlatt thought so. said great things include being well fed and eating incredible food.

but there were also bad things. well, bad thing. he did let his walls down a little when he and [y/n] started dating, yet he wasn't one to voice his insecurities often. his main insecurity was the reason he was staring at the full-length mirror on the back of the door into the bedroom.

his weight.

schlatt stares at himself in the reflective object shirtless, careful to not break the silence the night brought to the shared bedroom. reflections were a weird thing, mirrors in general were weird. maybe vampires were on the right track with the no reflection thing. his hand rests on his stomach, pushing, poking gently... he wasn't necessarily angry or unjustly sad, just as much as he wasn't.. happy with how he looked. with a soft sigh, his hand falls to his side again and his gaze never breaks from the mirror. his eyes over examine every part of his body visible to his gaze, and oddly enough... that's when he spots it, on the corner of the mirror. was that... a sticky note? multiple? his hand reaches up to gently yank the papers down, reading the handwriting.

'you are so absolutely amazing' 'you're beautiful the way you are, inside and out' 'do you realize how incredibly handsome you are?' 'if you could see what i see, maybe you would understand why it is so easy to love you for who you are'

schlatt felt like he was going to cry. no had ever said such... gentle words to him, nor had words ever touched him like this did. he kept reading the words, then rereading... it was almost too good to be true. he knew he was way lucky in the significant other department, scoring someone as fantastic as [y/n] was a mystery he would never understand, and chose not to.

a warm pair of hands draw him from his train of thoughts, jumping a bit as his eyes are drawn to the mirror before him. schlatt could see the familiar arms of his lover wrapped around him, their left wrist adorned with the silver bracelet he had gotten them for their two year anniversary.

"did i wake you, sleepyhead?"

his voice is soft, and it's tinged ever so slightly with emotion as his hand comes up, gently caressing their arm. there's some movement against his back, and he deciphers its his lover shaking their head. that's good, at least he didn't disturb them.

"you're beautiful, jay." schlatt feels his heart constrict at those words. of course they knew. they had a way of reading schlatt like a book, often picking up on his turmoil on certain topics before he even knew himself. a small smile tugs at his lips as he pats their arm. no words came from him, none needed to. "no matter what you look like, what you sound like, or what you do, you will always be beautiful to me, and i'll always love you."

and maybe... just maybe... in that moment, schlatt could let himself believe it was true, because the love of his life said so. who was he to deny their words?

[seenoversundown]

For Death Or Glory : Chapter Twenty-Five

Jake Kiszka x Charlotte (Fem OC)

Warnings: 18+ Smut (you know the drill) Fluff, Mild Anxiety, Some sad themes momentarily, A LOT of tears, Jake is in it so the uncomfortably timed jokes are also in it, and it's just painfully cute and sweet and fluffy.

Smut Warnings: Fingering (f receiving) a slight depiction of masturbation (m), sexy phrases being moaned, and last but not least we are practicing safe sex!! (wrap that shit up guys)

Word Count: 7.1k

Summary: After Charlotte leaves the Anniversary Party at the bar, she spends a bit contemplating her choices while she packs and ultimately comes to her decision.

Author's Note: Hiii 🥹

I can't believe this is the last chapter, it feels like we just started this last week. I really hope this is the ending you were rooting for, because it feels very fitting.

I'm going to stick another note at the end to not spoil anything before you read.

Happy Thursday (and Halloween) 🖤

Sea Of Love - Cat Power "Come with me, my love, To the sea, The sea of love."

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“Drive safe, Red.” 

“Will do, Captain.”

The second he walked away from my car, the tears I’d been choking back came out, and unfortunately, I hadn’t stopped the entire drive back to the house to finish grabbing everything, which seemed silly because I could have packed before I went to see him. I spent the whole day trying to decide if I should even go, with breaks where I would just cry because I couldn’t believe that I couldn’t just spit out what happened. 

The way he still insisted on walking me to my car speaks volumes about him, and I really didn’t know what I expected, but I was mentally prepared for him not to want to talk to me after everything. I don’t deserve him by any means. 

I couldn’t stop myself from hugging him. I knew he wasn’t going to try anything because he’s always concerned about whether or not I’m comfortable, and I’m sure he didn’t want to take any chances of getting rejected. 

9:20 p.m.

I pull into the driveway, crying harder as I put my car in park. I don’t want to go home. I should have just stayed there. Taking a deep breath, I force myself to go inside. I set my bag and phone down on a chair in our kitchen, knowing that if I had my phone with me, I’d never get anything packed.  

I wander around the house, silently crying as I grab my things and shove them into my bag. Changing out of my jeans and into some leggings, hoping that maybe being more comfortable will help. Even though I know the only thing that would help right now is him.

Knowing that he came here so we could still spend the night together is making this worse. The way he so happily changed our plans and drove out here. I sit down on the couch, thinking about how he somehow made my catching up on emails more enjoyable. Rewarding me with kisses every time I finished one, I don’t think I’ve ever worked more efficiently than knowing I get to smooch a cute boy every time I hit ‘send.’ 

He was so sweet when I started to fall asleep, wanting to make sure I was comfortable. I was a little surprised when he said he would stay since he wouldn’t be able to check on the bar. Feeling how warm he was when he got into bed with me. Granted, I also was teasing him as he took his pants off. Quietly laughing at the thought, even with tears rolling down my cheeks. 

He always has a way of making things better, even when he isn’t here. When we weren’t together, he’d send me random things he was thinking about throughout his day or asking how my day was going. I don’t think we’ve gone more than a few hours without talking since I called him that night. 

My throat tightened, and I remembered how he reacted to Cass. The way he immediately just pulled me into his arms, letting me take my time to explain. He fully just listened to whatever I had to tell him like he genuinely wanted to know her. I just know that if she could meet him, she would absolutely adore him. Especially considering how he treats me, she would be planning our wedding already. 

I walk through the house one last time to make sure I have everything. I should just go back. My stomach turns at the thought. I don’t even know what I’d say; I’ll just text him tomorrow—shutting the lights off as I walk back towards the kitchen. 

I bring out the bulk of my stuff, shoving it all into my back seat. Quickly walking back inside to grab my bag and lock it up, my chest hurts as I pull the door shut behind me. 

I grab my phone from my bag to check the time, and his name is on my Lock Screen. 

11:02 p.m.

Jacob: hi, just wanted to say thank you again for everything. I don’t know if you’re still driving or not, so don’t feel like you have to reply right away 

Jacob: but I’m still down to keep you company tomorrow, if you are. 🖤

My eyes are full of tears when I laugh—my sweet boy. Dropping my phone into the driver's seat, I stand there with my face in my hands, letting out the sob that had been waiting. I need him. It was like I needed something to tell me that it was the right choice to just go back to him, and that was enough. 

I look up at the moon, “Cass… thank you.” My voice shakes as I say it, but god, it feels good to get it out. “You were right. I needed to find my Scott, and now, I just wish you were here to meet him.”

I have to go get him. 

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My heart races as I drive down the dark roads, waiting until I get a little closer to Portland for more street lamps. But as I’m driving, I swear every song that comes on just makes my mind wander.

Hearing him call me honey for the first time in his office. His arms pulled me in so fast I didn’t have time to think about it. Talking me down or trying to, at least. I felt so safe with him, and I had only met him once before. Something about him was so comforting in that moment, whether it was the way he knew I was about to break and brought me into a quiet space to have my moment. Or the fact that he didn’t let go until I was ready. 

The look in his eyes as he wiped my tears away, gently holding the sides of my face like he thought I would crumble if he added any more pressure. And to think that was just a glimmer of how thoughtful he is. 

I’ve never met a man who just wants to do things like he does. He walked me to my car every night when I was at the bar, opening my door for me like he was straight out of the fifties or something. Always asked me to let him know when I made it home; it was a soft level of protection that I didn’t know I needed. 

Standing there next to the water, the street lamps barely gave us enough light to see each other, but the way his lips looked and how he kept glancing at mine.. I knew I had to take my chance. 

“Is this okay?” 

His smile into me as we kissed made it hard for me not to fall for him. The way he so sweetly giggled against me. Keeping me close to him because it was cold out, but not wanting to stop. Oh, the first of many ‘one more’ kisses. Which always meant another ten minutes trying to escape him, not that I ever really wanted them to end. I’m almost positive that both of us genuinely started contemplating quitting our jobs to hide away together a handful of times. 

Going out of his way to surprise me so I could still go to Salem. Taking a day off, even if I had to badger him a little about not checking in constantly. It was for his own good. It was so adorable how he just happily followed me, looking at all the haunted sites and letting me tell him all the history as we walked around. I suppose it helps that he’s definitely into those types of things, considering the pirate knowledge. 

His sweet face turned red when the girl told us our aura colors were pretty compatible. But I can’t blame her for assuming when he grabbed my hand while she explained them to us. I knew it was because of what she was saying, and he just wanted to make sure I was okay. 

I’ve simply never met a man who understood emotions like he does. I don’t understand how considering he grew up with two brothers, he’s definitely the odd one out of the three. The way he can stay so calm in most situations is beyond me. Even tonight, when I showed up, he seemed nervous for a second, but the moment I said something, he came around. 

I could park right outside the bar because there was nobody out, but I decided to park around the corner so I could mentally prepare. 

Just see if he’s still in the bar, and then if not, he should be at home. I don’t think he’s supposed to see his parents until tomorrow. 

Shutting off the engine, I sit there staring at the sky. Ever since he pointed out the moon that night, I’ve felt comfort in it. Whether or not Cass can hear me, I will keep talking to her through it. I’d like to think she knows. 

I step out, feeling the wind against my skin, shit- it’s cold.  I start walking towards the bar, taking a deep breath before turning the corner. I pulled out my phone one more time, just to make sure he hadn’t said anything while I was driving here. No notifications. 

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11:35 p.m.

 I round the corner, and he’s already standing outside as if he knew I would come back. I see him putting his phone into his pocket and looking down at his boots. It feels surreal to see him for some reason. He finally looks over as I get closer; I can see him trying to fight the smile growing on his face. 

As I walk up to him, I whisper, “Hi.”

“Hey, you,” he whispers back, his voice alone made my eyes well up again. I look down at my feet, hoping to swallow the emotions, but fail miserably. Here goes nothing.

“Um,” I let out. I feel my lip quiver, so I tug it in with my teeth a little. 

His voice was quiet, asking, “What’s wrong?” as he gently tilted my face up to look at him, which only made the tears flow faster.

“I don’t want this to be over, Jacob,” I choke out, pointing between the two of us.  I have cried in front of this man far too many times in the last three weeks.  

 He sweetly wipes the tears before he finally says, “Hun,” Pulling me into him and placing a big kiss against my forehead.  “It doesn’t have to be over.” 

“I just want to be able to kiss you and be with you,“ I ramble out. All of the feelings I’ve been holding back started falling out of me. 

He shakes his head slowly and calmly tells me, “I want that more than you know.” 

“I don’t want to feel like we have to be quiet about it.” 

“We don't have to.” 

“Jake, I just,” I start, my voice sounded a little panicked at this point. “I have stronger feelings for you than I anticipated and—”

He quickly tells me, “I promise those are most definitely mutual, honey.” 

“It scares me a little,” I admit quietly. 

“Hey–” he cuts me off, “I will have you however you’ll let me,” holding my face in his hands, and then he says, “I told you before- whatever you’re comfortable with.” 

“I don’t want you to feel like I’m interested in anyone else,” I start, “Because I only—.” My brain is moving faster than I can move my mouth while still trying to calm down from crying when he leans in. –Want you.  The most relieving kiss I’ve ever felt; time slowed the second his lips met mine. My hands find their spot on his stomach; just having extra contact with him helps me slow down. 

He pulls away, and his hands are still holding the sides of my face as he looks at me. He looks like he wants to say something, but I watch him swallow hard before he finally caves. I feel like I know what’s coming.  

“Say the word, and I’ll forget about the ‘friends who maybe sleep together' thing,” he whispers. “I would do anything to call you mine.” His face is still so close to mine as we stare at each other for a second in comfortable silence. There is only one right answer in my mind. 

“Please.” 

His lips find mine quickly, smiling into me like a kid on Christmas morning. My heart pounds as we practically relive our first kiss. Not knowing how to stop, giggling as we take turns placing little kisses everywhere. 

“You’re sure you want this?” He asks, his hands still holding my jaw. “Like absolutely positive?” 

“I don’t think I’ve ever been more sure about something,” I tell him, a small laugh sneaking out. He stares at me for a second before looking up; his eyes close before he shakes his head a few times. His arms fall, sliding around my waist. When he looks back at me, his eyes are glistening. My hands quickly grabbed him, wiping his tears as they finally fell, “Aw, baby.”

“I feel ridiculous,” he giggles, trying to sniff the emotions away.

“I’ve cried enough times in front of you— I think you’ve earned it.” 

He looks up again, letting out a small laugh, and then looks back at me. His hands grabbed mine, holding onto them tightly when his adorable little voice wavered, telling me, “I just really thought I had lost any chance with you.” He breathes in a shaky breath and, on the exhale, says, “And I’m just so happy that I get to keep you to myself now.” A few tears sneak out as he tells me. He really is the most precious man alive. I steal one of my hands back from him, gently wiping his face again. 

We stood there giggling like teenagers when the realization hit me, “I get to say you’re my boyfriend now.” 

“Mhm,” He hums against me. “I’m all yours.” 

Kissing him a few times before giggling against his lips, “Jacob, I’m your girlfriend.. we’re dating.” He just smiles against me, and I can’t stop the excitement from coming out as I bounce back and forth in his arms. “Did you ever think this would have happened?”

“Honey, you have felt like a fever dream to me for three weeks.” He chuckles to himself, “No, I never thought I would be lucky enough to find someone like you.” 

After a few minutes of bliss,  I finally have to come out with the truth, all of them. 

“I want to tell you something,” I tell him. “Well.. actually, a couple of things.” 

“Go for it,” he says; his smile might be permanent. Let me start with the least important thing.

“Cass made me promise that if I found some boy with long hair and nerdy interests, I had to try,” I admit. “I just didn’t know how to handle it when I found you because I haven’t been in a ton of relationships— but you made it so… easy.” 

“I’ve never been more relieved to be a long-haired nerd in my life.” He giggles at himself, kissing my cheek when he mumbles,  “I hope I make her proud.” 

I don’t know how I could cry more at this point, but my voice shakes when I tell him, “Oh, she would have loved you.”

He tugs me back in for a hug; I just snuggle into him for a minute. Naturally, he would say something like that. 

 “What else is there?” He asks quietly. 

“Well..um,” I hesitated. Just spit out, Char. “I have to go home, like up-north-home, or I’m going to get fired.” 

His eyebrows pull together, letting out a small laugh before finally asking, “You? How would you get fired?” 

“I sort of have been lying to my boss to be .. here,” I tell him, dodging his eye contact. It’s quiet for a beat before he finally speaks up.

“Wait– is that why you were so upset?” 

I nod, “Mhm..he called when I was at Quinn’s, and I had been freaking out since because I was .. scared to tell you.” 

“Oh, hun. Fuck, I’m so sorry,” his smile fades quickly.

“No, I’m sorry,” I tell him, grabbing his hands, “You didn’t know, and I was acting like a dick to you.”

 “I still wish I hadn’t panicked so fast,” he says, the look on his face making my heart hurt. “I’d never say anything like that to you ever again. I thought I’d lost you as soon as it came out.” 

The tears prick my eyes as he tells me. It makes even more sense now– he thought his heart was about to get shattered. The thought of not keeping him around had never crossed my mind; I would have figured out a way. 

“I knew you didn’t mean it, baby,” I told him. “I forgave you the second you started crying.” 

He pulls my hands up, kissing across my knuckles, letting out a long breath. Looking back at me, “So, if you have to go back home, what do we want to do?” 

The way he says ‘we’ could make me cry. 

“Well,” I start. “I don’t mind driving here. And I typically only work during the week, so I could come to you right after I clock out on Fridays.” 

“I will never say no to that,” he tells me. Quickly following up with, “But I can also come to you during the week since the bar isn’t as busy.” His hands gently squeezed mine.

“Are you going to be able to handle not being here?” I tease him. 

“Oh, shut up,” he laughs; oh, I love that laugh. “I’m gonna need to get over it at some point. At least I’ll have you as a distraction.” 

I just hum back, “Mhmm.” 

“We’ll make it work, hun,” he says; he sounds so sure of it. 

“You really don’t mind?” 

“Not at all,” he tells me, “I’ll do whatever I need to if it means getting to be with you.” 

My hands hold the sides of his neck as I kiss him a few times, whispering, “You’re unreal.” Enjoying the butterflies as he giggles against my lips, finding it increasingly more difficult to focus every time I kiss him. I need to tell him first, and then we can have fun. I get a little chill just thinking about getting to spend the night with him after this. FOCUS CHAR. 

“Um, there’s still more,” I spit out. “I sort-of-maybe-kind of lied to you.” Kissing his cheek a couple of times before looking at him with an uncomfortable smile. 

He lets out a laugh, “Really just getting it all out there, are we?” 

“I can’t start a relationship with you and not just tell you all of this!” 

“Whatever you need to do, hun,” he laughs. “Go on.” 

“I didn’t need to be here at all,” I start. “Melody could have just done everything in like a day and your paperwork had been sitting in my car already settled for the past two weeks.”

“I know.”

“What– You know?” I stared at him, my eyebrows pulled in immediately, wholly lost in how he knew what I was doing.  

“Of course, I know,” he giggles. “Who do you think helped Josh get certified, honey?”  

My mouth hangs open for a second, “Why didn’t you say anything?” 

“Well, honestly— it took a few nights of you being here for me to realize, but also,” he laughs, his hands finding mine. “You really think I’m gonna out the most beautiful girl on wanting to be around me–” he pauses, looking at me with his eyebrows raised before shaking his head with a quiet,  “Absolutely not.” 

I can’t get anything out before he quickly adds, “I honestly had just forgotten about it when I hired Mel, so when you asked, I just assumed it was about to screw me more.” 

“Wait— so, you just.. let me interrupt your schedule for like two weeks to vaguely help train Mel?” I ask quietly. 

He nodded quickly at that, “Gladly.” 

“But.. that’s so..” I hesitate.

“I think it paid off,” He lightly tips my chin up to meet his gaze, “Don’t you?” Leaning in and leaving a small kiss on my lips. 

I can’t stop the giggle that sneaks out when I whisper, “Think you’re so smooth, huh?” 

“Is it working?” 

“I mean, you got me,” I laugh. “So, I guess I’m gonna have to say yes.”

Taking every chance I have to kiss him, like I’ve been deprived for so long. A bit dramatic of me, but how am I supposed not to kiss him at this point? 

He shyly asks, “Do you still need to leave?” 

“I can leave in the morning,” I tell him. “They can survive a couple of hours tomorrow without me.”

“So.. you’ll stay with me?” He asks, biting his lip subtly. 

I giggle at how cute he is before whispering, “Yes, baby.” 

“Thank the lord,” he lets out, pulling me into him. 

My arms slid around his neck as snowflakes decorated us slowly. Pressing kiss after kiss onto his face and lips, dimly lit by the street lamp nearby.  Fighting the urge to cry again, holding the back of his neck, I kissed his cupid's bow; the tears that had been threatening to fall made their escape. Pulling away, I start to lean back so I can compose myself again. Seeing the tip of his nose is red, and I can’t shake the chill in the air.  Stopping this moment feels wrong, but I cave.  

“Can we go inside? It’s freezing,” I asked, scooting a little closer to him. I traced my finger down his nose, tapping its tip a few times. 

“In a minute—” 

With no hesitation, his arm wraps around my waist, pressing me up against him. His free hand quickly wipes the tears away from my cheeks. I watch his eyes dance between my eyes and my mouth like he always does. His hands found my jaw, and just like our first kiss, he lingered a breath away before he whispered, “One more.” 

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The moment his bedroom door shuts, I can’t stop myself. My hands pulled his face to mine, and his lips pressed into mine like we hadn’t seen each other in months. Our breathing is already heavy, and we’ve hardly made it past the threshold. 

“I know I told you, but” he pauses to kiss me. “I’m so sorry for everything, and I promise—never again.” He litters my face with little pecks. 

I slide my hands into his, pulling him towards his bed until I feel the frame hit the back of my knees. Tilting my head slightly as I lean into him, kissing him again. 

“No, I’m sorry,” I tell him quietly. “I shouldn’t have lied to you— about any of it.” He leans forward, pressing his lips against my forehead a few times. 

Sitting back on his bed, I grab the collar of his shirt, pulling him to me. Both of us smiled into each other; I couldn't stop myself from holding his jaw. 

“Move back for me, honey.”

 I never want him to call me anything else. I move myself up his bed, laying back on his pillow. He follows suit, watching his necklace swing as he crawls over me, making my mouth water. 

The feeling of his body pressed to mine when I slid my arms around his neck, pulling him against me in a hug. Nothing could have stopped me from kissing the side of his neck a few times. 

“This feels fake,” I tell him quietly, letting out a small giggle. 

He kisses the side of my head before pulling back to look at me, “It does feel different.” Tucking the hair behind my ear as he just stared at me, the slight smile on his lips. 

His eyes gazed down for a second before meeting mine again when he leaned in, his lips finding my bottom one. Every kiss felt more desperate until my hands found their way into his hair. I could see his chest moving from how heavy his breath was. 

His hips shift against me, and it sends a little wave of pleasure through me, letting out a small ‘mmm’ into his mouth, and I can feel the smirk on his face.

He rolls his hips into me again, pulling another quiet moan out of me. I grab his bottom lip gently with my teeth, giggling as I let it go. His eyes are still closed, but that lethal smile of his beams at me. 

“Hi, baby,” I whisper. I felt butterflies when he finally opened his eyes to look at me. 

“Mmm.. honey,” he mumbled back. His hand slid down to the waistband of my leggings, hooking his finger into it. “May I?” 

I lean up, kissing him slowly before telling him, “Please.” His hands waste no time, sliding my leggings off and tossing them on the floor. He lightly drags his fingers up the inside of my thighs, letting his right hand timidly run over the damp fabric. 

“Oh?” He says quietly, popping an eyebrow up at me. 

It’s hard not to blush when he’s hovered over me, looking the way he does. Sliding the fabric over, he rests his hand on me for a minute as he kisses my cheek. 

I feel his finger as he teases me, only for a second before letting it slip into me. Even just his middle finger alone makes me fall apart. Slowly pumping it into me, making my body tingle with every time he grazes that one spot.

“You’re so pretty.” 

I let out another ‘mmm,’ watching his eyes light up at the sound. He starts moving his hand a little faster, and the way his palm is pushing against my clit is making my head spin. 

Snaking my hands down, I unbutton the rest of his shirt. Good lord— he’s so fine.. wow I’m so fucking lucky. Moving to undo his pants, when he giggles softly. 

“Is that what you want?” He whispers, and even hushed, his voice makes me melt. 

I nod a few times, “Please, baby.” I pulled the zipper on his jeans as far as I could reach before just letting my hand run over him.  

Watching him slide his shirt and jeans off, I swear I can feel my pupils dilate. I’ve never been so attracted to a man in my life. He leans back over me, in just his tight boxers, feeling my thighs tense at the sight. 

I just want to touch him constantly, letting my hands run over his shoulders before moving to his chest. His skin is always so warm and soft, and it takes all my willpower not to kiss every inch of him. 

I’m still not used to the way his hair will brush against me when we’re in positions like this. But— he is so sexy when he pushes it out of his face, flipping it to one side. Or pulling it back before he goes down on me like he did the night we were drunk. I hope he knows how gorgeous he really is. 

The way his eyes light up when he slides my sweater off will never get old. He’s always so gentle with everything, even when he slides my bralette over my head. His hands so softly grab at my tits, grazing his thumbs over my nipples. It’s honestly really adorable how much he likes that they’re pierced. 

Littering kisses over my collarbones and then slowly working his way down until he hovers over one of my nipples, letting his tongue lead the kiss. Watching his plump lips wrap around it, a man surely doesn’t need lips like his, but lord, am I glad I’m the one he’s putting them on. It never seems like it could get better, and then he moves to the other side, and I get to relive it. 

He sits up after a minute and reaches over to his nightstand, pulls out a condom, and quickly sets it next to me. Leaning back down, he starts peppering my neck and collarbones with little pecks, running his hand up my side. 

“Babe, you know you don’t have to—” I whisper, glancing over at it. 

He holds my chin, giving me a slow kiss and giggling to himself as he pulls away, finally saying, “Hun, as much as I’d love not to— I’m not taking any more risks right now.” I can’t stop the laugh that sneaks out of me. 

“Plus, this is easier to clean up since Josh is down the hall,” he mumbles quickly, that sweet little smirk of his coming back. Letting my fingers lightly drag down his sides and over his hip bones as I look up at him. 

He slides his boxers off, kneeling between my legs. He starts to stroke himself as he looks at me. My jaw falls open at the sight. 

“What?” He asks through a laugh. You’re so fucking hot. Not only am I able to see his chest and stomach in front of me, but the way his arm is flexing as it moves and how his hair falls around his face when he looks down. 

My brain stalls trying to answer because seeing how his hand is wrapped around his cock has me thoroughly captivated. He grabs the condom, ripping the foil, and quickly rolling it down the length of him; I’ve never seen a man make that sexy, but there’s a first for everything. 

He leans back down, lining himself up with me and slowly pushing in. We both let our little moans at the feeling. He bottoms out in me and just sits there for a second, looking at me with his hands cradling my head, when he whispers, “I missed you.” 

“Oh,” slips out. I pull him in, kissing his face as he starts to move his hips. Gently rocking them into me, fully engulfed in the moment, we take turns pressing kisses into each other. This kind of sex feels different. 

Being able to kiss him and run my hands all over him, just enjoying the feeling of being so close. Holding eye contact while he pushes himself into me slowly, like he’s savoring every second of it. My heart pounds as we look at each other.

He starts to move a bit quicker, and I’m fighting every urge to moan, knowing we aren’t home alone. But nothing could stop me from letting out a quiet, “Harder, babe.” 

Watching his lips curl up, he leans forward, kissing my forehead before sitting up on his knees. His hands wrap around my hips, pulling me closer to him. Thrusting hard into me, he slides one hand over, lightly toying with my clit. His mouth hung open slightly, necklace bouncing off his chest, that small trail of hair on his stomach, his hands touching me; the sight of him alone brings me closer. 

A moan sneaks out; my eyes go wide at him. 

“Does that feel good, honey?” He says, his voice lowered; his voice alone makes me wet. 

I nod, pulling my lip in with my teeth. I tap his hip a few times so he’ll stop. He looks at me with his eyebrow raised.

“Lay down, babe,” I tell him. He moves back as we trade spots, except he leans against his headboard. His hands guiding me onto his lap, feeling so full as I sit on his cock. Taking a second to adjust to the position, I lean into him, letting my lips hover over his ear when I whisper, “You fit so perfectly inside me.” His delicious little groan as the goosebumps flood his skin. 

I start grinding against him, feeling my own orgasm creeping closer, letting quiet whimpers out next to his ear, kissing down his neck. Anything to shower him in affection because he deserves it. 

“Char,” he mumbles. “If you keep doing that, I’m not gonna last long.” 

Resting my forehead against the side of his head, I whisper, “Touch me.” His hand snakes down, rubbing my clit quickly, pulling some quiet moans out of me. I sit up, and my hips start to lift off of him, bouncing slightly. The angle of being on top makes him hit every right spot as I move. My body is starting to feel warm as his hand keeps rubbing tight little circles. 

“Jake,” I breathe out, my hand grabbing the headboard behind him.  “Oh my god.  Baby, I'm gonna—.”

His eyes light up, and I can feel how wet I am as I come down on him, over and over. He finally whispers, “Fuck me, honey.”

I’m seconds from losing it, and my body is tingling; I can feel the knot in my stomach, and even my nipples are peaked when he sends me over the edge, quietly moaning out, “Oh, my sweet girl. Wanna feel you come for me.”

It hits me as I come down on him, my legs refusing to lift me back up as my head drops back in pleasure. His hand slowed and joined the other, holding my sides to support me. 

I lean into him, tucking my face into his neck, feeling our chests rise and fall together. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close. 

“Hold on tight,” he mumbles, so I slide my arms around his neck quickly. Sitting up, he holds me against him with one arm, flipping us over. Making sure not to knock my head against the headboard, he sets me down carefully. 

He leans into my ear, giggling, “This is gonna last like two seconds.” His hips start thrusting into me; he locks his arms behind my knees to hold them up. Driving himself into me quickly, his eyebrows pulled together as his mouth started to open slightly. 

“Mmm, Jake,” I moan quietly, knowing it’ll only help him. “God, you feel so good.” Watching his face get a little red at the praise, his hips move a little faster, he's gotta be so close. I pull his face down to mine, hovering my lips over his, whispering, “Come on, baby. I’m all yours.” 

I can see him suck in a breath before he lowers himself, tucking his face in close to mine as his hips start to struggle. His little jagged breaths next to me when he lets out a small “fuck.” His sweet face presses into mine, letting his lips rest on my cheek, lazily leaving little kisses on me while I’m just running my hands along his back, letting him have his moment to recover as he does for me. 

“Char,” he whispers after we have been lying there for a minute.

I turned my face towards him, “What?” 

“I’m so.. happy,” he says. “I can’t believe I get to call you mine, finally.” 

I run my hand down the back of his head, “I’m happy too.” Holding him close for a second, it feels like I could cry just lying here with him. I can’t fight the giggle that comes out when I tell him, “Let’s go take care of ..that.. we have a night of cuddling to make up for, Sir.” Giving him a little double pat on his ass that makes him laugh. 

“You’re right,” he giggles, moving off of me. I slide out of bed, standing up, and before I can grab anything to pull on, his hands grab my hips. 

“What are you-“ I start to ask until I feel his lips against my ass. He sucks in gently, almost nibbling on my skin for a second before pressing another small little peck against it. 

“Told you I didn’t need to try that hard,” he says, shooting a wink at me as I look down at him. 

My jaw just falls open for a second, glancing down at the small bruise that’s forming. Something about him doing that lit a small fire in me. 

“Um,” I let out. 

He just smiled at me as he stood up, “What?” 

“Since when have you liked doing that?” 

“You like that, huh?” His hands slid around me, giving me chills. “Why don’t you stay here? I’ll bring something back to clean you up.” He mumbles, kissing the side of my head. 

“Well, hurry up,” I giggle. “We have new things to discuss when you get back.” My eyebrows pull together for a second as I tell him. 

I tap his phone to see the time when I’m caught off guard by his Lock Screen. When did he..? There sat a photo of me from our day in Salem, and I felt my eyes start to tear up over him again. He is absolutely everything. 

He’s only gone for a couple of minutes, wandering back into his room, only wearing his little boxer briefs. I’m never going to complain about that. It makes me happy that he’s already comfortable enough with me to do it. 

I sit up to take the towel from him, but he just holds it away from me, shaking his head.

“Absolutely not,” He tells me, fighting a small laugh when he says it. “I can take care of you. You’re my girlfriend now; let me have this.” He kneels on the floor, pulling me to the edge of the bed. 

 “So.. when you did it before was because..?” 

His face starts turning red at the question, his little smirk as he clears his throat, trying to avoid it. Just quietly making sure everything is clean; he really is so cute sometimes. 

“Oh, you have to tell me now. You can’t get all shy on me,” I tease him. 

He looks up at me with those dumb brown eyes, “Definitely wasn’t because you were already mine.. in my head.” 

“Ooohhh,” I coo, gently holding the sides of his face and placing a little kiss on the tip of his nose. Giving him a slow wink when I tell him,  “Your secret is safe with me.” 

I can’t describe the feeling I get when I watch him. Even with things as simple as him picking up a few pieces of clothes from his floor, I just want to stare at him as he does mundane tasks. Maybe it’s because of the slight chance he’ll glance over and shoot me one of those lethal smiles. Sometimes, he just looks at me, and my heart cartwheels. I’ve never felt like this about anybody I’ve dated. 

My heart pounds as I sit here, watching him grab a sweatshirt for me from his closet. He turns around to hand it to me with that soft smile on his lips, a loose strand of hair falling into his face. I can’t help but admire his chest and stomach as he stands in front of me. But nothing prepared me for the look in his eyes when I reached out to take it from him. 

I love you. 

I feel the heat rush into my face at the thought. Is that crazy? I take the sweatshirt from him, but I don’t break eye contact until I pull it over my head, flipping my hair out from it. He’s still staring at me, which makes my whole body heat up. 

I can’t help but laugh out, “What?” 

“You,” he says. 

My eyebrows raise, “What about me?”

He slides into bed, facing me, and grabs my hands. His eyes looked all over before saying, “I don’t want to say too much.” 

I squeeze his hands a couple of times, telling him, “You’re never too much for me.” The look in his eyes changed when I said it. Almost like they softened a bit, and the corners of his lips turned up, we sat there quietly for a moment. 

“Are you okay?” I cave, asking him as he looks down at our hands. His thumbs run over the backs of my hands. 

He nods, his eyes moving back up to meet mine, the smile is still there. “I’m more than okay.”

“What is it then?” I move closer to him. He seems comforted whenever we’re touching.

He takes a deep breath, “I just want to make sure it’s clear that I still mean it when I say ‘whatever you’re comfortable with,” pausing for a second, “I never want to make you feel uncomfortable or pressured into anything.” 

“I will tell you if anything is too much,” I tell him, “but I promise that I don’t think you could scare me away, babes.” 

His sweet little smile at the pet name, “Is that a challenge?” 

Both of us giggled at him, trying not to be loud since it was late. Sitting here with him, just talking and laughing, feels so natural with him. 

“This is nice,” I tell him quietly. 

He just looks at me, wishing I could hear what he was thinking. His arm slides around my waist, pulling me into him as he falls into the pillows. Trying not to laugh too loudly as he peppers my face with kisses, holding me hostage in his arms. Everything with him feels like a dream. 

We finally settled into bed, and I’m curled up against him. Laying there in the quiet, it hit me that he was already outside when I got here. He wasn’t smoking.. I can’t stop myself from finally asking, “Why were you outside?”  

“What do you mean?”

I prop myself up on my elbow to look at him, “When I got here, you were already out there?” 

“Oh,” He looks over at me with a soft smile, gently reaching out and pulling me in close. His lips landed on mine gently, letting a little exhale out mid-kiss like it was what he really needed at the moment. Pulling back to look at me, his hand still holding my jaw, letting his thumb run along my cheek. The look in his eyes had me falling in love with him all over again— and then he whispered, “I was waiting for you to come home.” 

My eyes well up as I look at him. Oh, I really do love you. I softly wipe my thumb across his lip, leaning in close to him. 

“I’ll always come home to you, Jacob,” I whisper. Watching his eyes light up, and just before he kissed me, he quietly let out the two words that changed everything. 

“Oh, honey.”

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Author's Note Part 2 :

😭🖤 my heart is so full. I'm so happy that you finally got to see them fall in love. I can't wait for you to see what else is in store for The Caravel Tavern Series. But please know, I'll keep writing Jake & Char as long as you want to read about them. 🖤

Love you guys so much xoxo

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Aaaaand I'm back for Day Two! Today I got to write for REYNA which is very exciting because I've never written for her! I've actually been REALLY nervous about writing for her, in her upcoming HoJ debut, so I'm kinda glad I was able to break the ice with this silly, unimportant little fic that got WAY longer than it was supposed to be lmao. Also! Fun fact! This fic's working title was "*Jason Voice* Hey There Demons. It's Me Ya Boy." Just so you all know.

Without delay, may I present day two: Comfort Zones and Ice Cream Cones

Reyna watched the exchange with arched eyebrows until she heard quiet snickering at her side. She turned to see Piper standing there, her mouth curled up in a devious smirk and her eyes shining with delighted mischief. “You did that on purpose,” Reyna accused. Piper was completely unrepentant. “Obviously. Leo’s gonna be swooning like a Victorian lady about this for weeks. He owes me big time.” Reyna snorted out a half-aborted laugh before she could stop herself and Piper grinned at her. She stuck out her hand in an offer to shake. “Piper McLean.” She took the hand. “Reyna.” “Just Reyna?” “I mean no offense, but I doubt you'd be able to pronounce it. I've made Jason swear to never attempt it in my presence ever again.” Piper giggled and Reyna stifled the urge to puff out her chest like a peacock. “Just Reyna then,” Piper agreed. *** Reyna is introduced to Jason's friends, and perhaps bites off a little more than she can chew. Ao3 Anniversary Collection Day 2: Angel/Demonverse

To say that angels and demons were diametrically opposed and inherently incompatible was, in all honesty, narrow-minded and short-sighted. To claim that one group was superior to the other was even moreso. There were, of course, people who subscribed to that line of thinking – Octavian, for example, came to mind without much effort – but Reyna liked to think herself above those kinds of prejudices. She knew that they all served the same goal of balance in the mortal world. Truly, angels and demons were one in the same, two sides of a coin: Order and chaos. She knew this to be true, and would stand by those truths to her dying breath. 

But there was a reason the two groups preferred to keep to themselves. Reyna liked structure, as did most every angel she knew. She liked organization and discipline and rules. She liked knowing what was expected of her and how she was expected to do it without having to overcomplicate everything. Similarly, most demons found themselves chafing under those same rules and hierarchy. There were, of course, exceptions to the rule – Annabeth was so resolute in her routines and rituals that she was sometimes mistaken for an angel – but in general the two groups rarely meshed well.

Jason Grace was an exception to this rule.

He himself preferred to work under the same rules as Reyna, but she had never met an angel who delighted in the chaos of demons half as much as he did. For the first thousand years she’d known him, that wasn’t the case. In fact, he’d been closer to Octavian’s ideology than anything else. Then, he met a pair of demons, and his whole demeanor shifted. He was still her best friend, and she his, but there was more to him now. He smiled easier, laughed louder, and there was a sparkle in his eye that had never been present before. He’d wanted to introduce her to the pair of them, but she’d heard quite enough of his stories about them to know that she wasn’t interested.

But even immortals have their limits and after two and a half centuries of watching Jason fraternize from the sidelines, she finally gave in. She was, admittedly, a little curious about anyone who could have such a profound impact on the angel she called brother. Still, she didn’t have to be happy about it.

“Where are they?” Renya demanded, narrowing her eyes at Jason. “We were scheduled to meet nearly half an hour ago.”

Jason shrugged, clearly unbothered by the delay. “They’re demons, Reyna. Punctuality kind of goes against their whole ‘harbinger of chaos’ thing.”

“And just how long are we meant to wait for them? This is inconsiderate on their part.”

“Patience is a virtue.”

“And not one I make an effort to employ.” Jason said nothing, he just raised his eyebrows, amusement written on his features. She cut her gaze away from him and crossed her arms. She could almost feel the way her wings wanted to puff up and flutter in outrage, but they couldn't. They were stuck in the human world, which meant she had to keep her wings folded up all neat and tight and out of the way, regardless of her discomfort. Another reason to dislike their outing. “Why do we have to meet here, of all places?”

“Demons can't get into Heaven, and I don't particularly enjoy visiting Hell,” he said easily. “Besides, humans are fun. Watch this.”

He pointed across the street, and as she watched a shiny silver coin materialized out of thin air on the sidewalk right in front of a toddler and his mother. The little boy gasped loud enough for Reyna to hear and pointed at it, shrieking, “Mommy, look! A coin! It's heads up just like you said!”

“Oooh, it is!” the mother agreed. “That means it's lucky. Go on and pick it up.”

Gleefully, the child did as he was told and carefully stashed the coin in the big front pocket of his overalls. Then he tugged on his mother's hand and they were walking down the street again, happily chatting back and forth. 

Huh. Reyna had never really spent all that much time among humans. She did her missions, of course, but she rarely dawdled once she was done. Were humans really so easy to please? Her gaze fell on another one, a haggard- looking young adult who trudged their way along like the weight of the world rested on their shoulders. She crooked her pointer finger in a ‘come here’ gesture, and she felt the sharp tingle of a Miracle zing down her arm. 

There was a crisp autumn breeze that carried with it a large dead leaf, and it curled around the human's legs for a moment before coming to a perfect stop right in front of them. They paused, staring at the leaf for a second, then glanced up and down the street as if go check if anyone was watching before crushing the leaf underfoot with a loud, satisfying crunch. Their whole face split open in a grin and they continued on their way, though they held themselves a little straighter now. 

Reyna’s lips quirked up at the corners and she could practically feel the shine in her eyes. Her gaze darted back to Jason who was looking at her with unmasked amusement and affection. She looked away again, cheeks going warm. “I concede your point,” she huffed. 

Fortunately, the demons arrived before Jason could speak. She heard them far before she saw them, the two of them racing down the street, laughing and shouting at one another. They were both remarkably short, but that didn't seem to matter much in terms of speed. Right before they made it to where Jason and Reyna were patiently waiting, one of them (Piper, if Reyna was remembering their names correctly, and she always remembered names correctly) tripped the other and Leo practically somersaulted to land on his face at Reyna’s feet. 

He quickly scrambled to sit up properly so he could glower up at Piper. “You suck. Like, so hard. I hate you.”

Piper tilted her head back and laughed And Reyna found herself almost startled at the sound. She didn't often allow herself to delve too much into fanciful comparisons, but she couldn't help but think about how much Piper’s laughter and the bright glint of her sharp teeth reminded her of the Heavenly Chorus and their gleaming golden harps. She desperately shaved the thought to the side and hoped she hadn't revealed too much of her daydream on her face. Fortunately, it seemed that everyone was too busy with Leo’s impromptu tumbling routine to pay her much mind. 

“Are you okay?” Jason asked with a gentle smile, crouching down at his side.

Immediately, Leo’s expression warmed from his earlier irritation at Piper and he gave Jason a wide, goofy grin. “Never better.”

Jasmi's eyes crinkled at the corners before he noticed a bright red scrape on Leo’s chin that was sluggishly bleeding. He frowned and cupped Leo’s jaw so he could rub his thumb across it. “You’very got something– Here, lemme just–”

Leo visibly shivered as Jason's divinity coursed through him, healing the minor wound. Then he just looked up at Jason with gooey affection. “Thanks, Superman.”

Reyna watched the exchange with arched eyebrows until she heard quiet snickering at her side. She turned to see Piper standing there, her mouth curled up in a devious smirk and her eyes shining with delighted mischief. “You did that on purpose,” Reyna accused.

Piper was completely unrepentant. “Obviously. Leo’s gonna be swooning like a Victorian lady about this for weeks. He owes me big time.” Reyna snorted out a half-aborted laugh before she could stop herself and Piper grinned at her. She stuck out her hand in an offer to shake. “Piper McLean.”

She took the hand. “Reyna.”

“Just Reyna?”

“I mean no offense, but I doubt you'd be able to pronounce it. I've made Jason swear to never attempt it in my presence ever again.”

Piper giggled and Reyna stifled the urge to puff out her chest like a peacock. “Just Reyna then,” Piper agreed. She cocked her head to the side and gave Reyna a curious look. “Jason talks about you a lot, you know.”

Reyna nodded. “Based on how often he talks about you, I had assumed.”

“How come it took you so long to agree to meet us? Leo’s practically been gagging for it since day one.” 

Reyna smirked and raised her eyebrows in challenge. “Do you mean to say you weren't?”

Piper flicked her eyes down and to the side, now looking a little self-conscious. “I… kind of assumed you didn’t want anything to do with us because of the whole demon thing. I didn’t say anything to Leo because I didn’t want to disappoint him, or whatever.”

Reyna felt guilt claw at her chest. Piper wasn’t entirely correct with her assumptions, but she wasn’t entirely wrong either. She’d refused Jason’s invitations to introduce her many, many times and it was largely due to her assumptions that she would find little satisfaction from communing with demons, despite Jason’s insistence that she would have a nice time. But she doubted Piper would really want to hear that, and there was another reason she’d refused. “I’m afraid that I don’t really get out much, and I even more rarely stray from Heaven.”

Piper nodded in understanding, but Reyna couldn’t help but wonder if she also understood the unspoken things, too. “I get that. Jason was the same way when we met him.” She gave Reyna an almost shy smile. “Do you… think you might be willing to tear yourself from upstairs a little more often? I could really use someone to talk to when Leo and Jason start third-wheeling me.”

Reyna’s heart thumped in the back of her throat and she felt her cheeks warm, but she continued to smile. “I think I would like that very much.” 

She glanced over to where Leo and Jason were still talking to one another, completely absorbed in their conversation. They were staring at one another while Leo chattered, flapping his hands around to emphasize his point while Jason just stared down at him in adoration. As she watched, she could see the faintest glimmer of Jason’s wings – unseen by any but the divine – arched high and encircling them in a little dome. Her eyebrows immediately shot up towards her hairline, and she resisted the urge to awkwardly clear her throat at the sight. My, my. How forward of you, Jason Grace.

Instead of embarrassing herself, she turned to Piper and offered her an arm. “Might I ask for your assistance in something? Something of a more personal nature.”

“Uh, sure,” Piper agreed, linking her arm with Reyna and allowing herself to be escorted away from the sordid display. 

“As I spend little time on Earth, there are a few things that I don’t have much experience in, and there is one in particular that I am interested in,” she lied. “I was wondering if you would guide me through the experience.”

“Yeah, sure,” Piper agreed eagerly. “What is it?”

“Ice cream.”

Piper’s eyes practically gleamed in delight. “Oh, absolutely. Come on, I’m gonna show you the best ice cream place in town.”

Now Reyna was the one allowing herself to be escorted, or rather dragged away. It was a bit unseemly, but she didn’t think she minded too much. No, she thought as she stared down at her and Piper’s interlocked hands, she was more than happy to see where this led. 

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pairing: soobin x reader summary: being soobins best friend usually came with a lot of benefits, until a certain point. it also apparently came with a lot of communication issues word count: 1.2k warnings: drunk soobin 💀 (friendly reminder the drinking age in korea is 19! this is not underage drinking!) extra: happy five years to our fearless leader!! moa's love you soob!! apart of my anniversary series!

you met soobin when you were both 18. he was scouted by big hit - by you coincidentally. you were the one who realised the number he put on his form was wrong; it was you who tracked him down.

you were utterly mesmerised by the boy. it was hard not to be. he was everything you were told to look for in an up-and-coming idol.

everything about him screamed 'idol', from his dancing to his smile. and he had the voice on an angel (or so you giggled to your friends late at night over the phone). he was the perfect fit for the new boy ground big hit was interested in putting together.

the only issue was he refused to work unless you worked with him. and so, you got promoted, and gained a new best friend.

years later, and soobin still bragged to everyone he met about you. about how if it wasn't for you, he wouldn't even be an idol.

'i'm serious! she's the one who tracked me down! she's my guardian angel!' he giggled drunkly one night to his friends over the table. their recent comeback - eternity - had gone better than anticipated, and so the leader called for a celebration. kai was passed out on the couch (from exhaustion. not drinking. we don't support underage drinking here!!!)

'soobin! seriously you need to stop telling everyone this. all i did was reach out to you.' you groaned, hiding your face in your hands so the other boys wouldn't see the embarrassment creeping up on you. 'you tell this story every time you get even slightly tipsy!'

yeonjun snickered, leaning over and whispering something in beomgyu's ear. the two boys laughed in their seats, the younger of the duo clutching his stomach as he leant against taehyun.

you never learnt what yeonjun said to beomgyu that night, but it never truly seemed important. at least until soobin started staying out later, and claiming that he was just too busy to hang out anymore.

you suspected he was meeting someone - he wasn't bad looking, and he was nice. it wouldn't shock you that he was seeing someone. but it still hurt. that was the shocking part. the hurt.

you had no reason to be hurt, not really. soobin had every right to date whoever he pleased. no matter how much you detested him it. you also detested whoever out there got to see him in ways you never would - the in love side.

it's not like you were in love with your best friend. you just cared. a lot. that's all there was to your relationship - at least up until he showed up drunk outside your apartment door, barely able to support himself.

'soobin?' you whisper-shouted, eyes wide as you stared him down. what the hell was he thinking?

'yeonjun wouldn't pick up his phone when i called him.' he pouted, a downcast look spread across his face.

you sighed, opening your door slightly, motioning for him to come in. he half stumbled half fell through your entry way, and in some alternate universe your heart would've swelled at the fact that out of everyone, he chose to come to you. yet all you felt was pity.

'get into a nasty break up?' you mused, hooking your arm under his shoulder to help support him. it was no help that he was a towering six foot one.

he laughed at your words, shaking his head as you lead him towards your couch. 'i'm not dating anyone, silly.' he poked, and you could feel his body shake from laughing too hard. you simply nodded at his words, setting him down gently.

'so why're you here? just felt like stopping by?'

'i'm in love with you.'

you paused, your back towards him.

it was just a cruel joke.

he was drunk.

'you're wasted, soobin.' you huffed, grabbing him some spare blankets and a pillow. the other four boys were probably all passed out, and even if they were awake, asking them to make the forty-five minute drive at nearly two in the morning was just cruel.

he never responded. by the time you gathered your thoughts enough to face him and turned back around, he was passed out. you tucked him in, much like a mother would to a young child, and left him in your living room. come morning, he was gone. all that he left was a stack of neatly folded blankets and an excruciatingly long hand-written letter detailing the embarrassment he felt.

you never brought up that night to him. never spoke of his words. you had half the mind to just blame the alcohol. but a part of you hoped there was some piece of him that truly meant his words. but you would never say anything that could possibly jeopardise your job and your relationship with your best friend. so, your buried your feelings and continued on working side by side the tall boy.

at least, not until you were reaching the five year mark of soobin calling you his guardian angel.

"so, wanna go out?" he grinned, leaning over the kitchen counter. you had invited all the boys over, along with a few other friends, to celebrate their upcoming comeback and their five year debut anniversary. "for dinner maybe? we've known each other so long, we have so much to celebrate!"

you stuttered in your movements, his wording catching you off guard. "go out?" you confirmed, eyebrows furrowing as you continued to grab glasses from the cabinet. "your wording is always odd, choi." you teased, turning around to face him.

his face was flushed pink, though he quickly turned away. "you just like making fun of me." he whined, rolling his eyes slightly. "but it's whatever. it's why i love you."

he said those words so casually you felt like you were seconds away from organ failure. it was whiplash. a weird dream. maybe the end of the world?

"what?" you sputtered, eyes wide.

your panic clearly set something off inside of him, for soon his expression matched yours. "what do you mean 'what?'" he gasped, and suddenly it felt as if the two of you spoke entirely different languages. "why are you acting like this is news?"

you shook your head, willing yourself to wake up from the fever dream you were experiencing. "because it is?"

he laughed slightly, though it was not as if something was funny. it was a painful, confused laugh. "i told you i loved you years ago!"

your face fell in that instant. he had meant it?

"you told me you loved me back! i thought-" he paused, mortified. "i thought that meant we were… you know? oh my god! i just assumed you were too embarrassed to talk about it - i never thought that you weren't aware."

now it was your turn to laugh. it was cliché. miscommunication at the finest. "i've loved you for five years soobin." you smiled, moving across the counter to place a hand on his cheek. he was smiling like a mad man.

"you don't even understand how badly i've wanted you to tell me that." he spoke as if a weight had been lifted off his chest, as if he could finally breathe properly again. "i've been in love with you for an exhausting 48,300 hours. you know how tiring it is to love someone for every second of the day?"

a/n: decided to take a crack at the classic 'you didn't know i've been in love with you? we've been dating in my head for like, forever' trope!!

©2024 - all rights reserved to hueningsloverr, please do not plagiarise or translate any of my work

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Here are some amazing bottom Louis fics that were posted or completed during the month of July. We really hope you enjoy this list. Happy reading!

1) Louis' Wish / Harry's Daydream | Mature | 1987words

Louis and Harry are best friends. Louis is in love with Harry. Harry is in love with Louis. Neither of them knows it. What will happen if Harry catches Louis masturbating and screaming his name? Come and find out

2) It Was Worth The Wait, I Think You Deserve A Taste | Explicit | 1945 words

Louis wants to be fucked but Harry has something else planned for him.

3) To Walk Out of My Life | Mature | 1981 words

This time it was Niall and his stupid group chats that had gotten them in this situation. Harry and Louis have had a multitude of "one last times," they always end up the same, two men panting on the bed using their bodies to convey the words they'd never say.

4) A Messy Show | Explicit | 2,094 words

“Need you now, yeah. Bathroom?” Harry reached into his pocket and shook his head. “Nah. Niall has a girl in there. And Ed’s with someone in our room. And-,” “I get the picture,” Louis said, glaring up at Harry and palming his dick. “You have room here,” Luke said, causing them to both snap their heads his way. He gestured at the people lazying around their living room. “What? It’s your space. Besides, everyone is so high if anyone notices, they won’t care. Or they’ll find it hot and watch. Like me.” Harry combed a hand down his face, and when Louis squeezed his dick, he made the decision for them both. “Sure. Lou, take off your pants.”

5) Can't Believe You | Explicit | 2096 words

Barricade has always been hot to watch. Seeing the fans grab and caress Louis as if they own him. But this barricade went a little too far. “Ripping his entire fucking shirt,” Harry mumbles angrily to himself, bringing up the messages with a certain ginger. 

6) Doctor | Mature | 2378 words

Harry and Louis are best friends that like each other but are too afraid to say anything. Harry is an ER doctor and one day Louis has to go to the ER because he couldn't pull out the sex toy that he was using to get off as he thought about Harry. What happens when Harry is his doctor? Maybe it will turn out better than Louis thought.

7) Except It Wasn’t | Explicit | 5469 words

It was a normal day, except that it was their five-year bonding anniversary. It was a normal day, except that they were going to finally start trying for pups. It was a normal day, except something awful happened to Louis. It was a normal day, except it wasn’t.

8) On That Note | Explicit | 6237 words

Louis’ office job on an omega only floor would be absolutely fine, if not for the alphas he and his friends have to deal with in the building. But although they’ve never met face to face, the friendly notes sent between him and Harry in Purchasing help him get through the day.

9) Your Right Now, Your Forever, Your Last Call, Your Whatever | Mature | 6361 words

“We should kiss.” So they kiss.

10) It’s Only Sunny Cause The Planet’s Dying | Explicit | 13643 words

The man leans back in his chair and looks down at the tarot cards in front of him. “Wow, that was really impressive. How long did it take you to memorize all this bullshit?” He raises a brow and that challenging look is back on his face, but he’s not even bothering to mask it this time. It makes Louis’ blood run cold. “I beg your pardon?” The man chuckles, but there’s no humor in it. “If you take a peek in my wallet that you just stole, you’ll see there’s a detective’s badge in there. Why don’t you come on down to the police station with me and you can explain your methods to me there?”

11) The Boy In The Café | Mature | 14624 words

Where Harry serves Louis his morning tea while writing him silly jokes and dropping his Number there too.

12) This Could Either Break My Heart, Or Bring It Back To Life | Not Rated | 18349 words

Harry never really cared for love: he has two children he needs to care for, and a Country to rule. Love is just not in his cards. Enter Louis, who spins his children's lives but most importantly Harry's.

13) Blue Moon | General Audiances |20351 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

What happens when Louis moves away from the busy city life to a small village in the middle of nowhere and meets Harry, the sweetest and most understanding Alpha? Will Harry be able to get Louis' walls down? Will he be able to adjust to the slower pace of life in the village and open up to Harry's love? As they navigate their new relationship, will they be able to overcome the obstacles from Louis’ past?

14) Not Safe For Work | Explicit | 23295 words

I want to drown myself in Harry’s scent until I smell like him. “I think I'm open to trying that too. Sounds very good.” Louis shakes his head a little to get out of the Harry’s-scent-spiral. “Huh?” “The dish your finger's pointing at. I thought that might be what you’re choosing?” “Oh. Yeah.”

15) 'Cause I Want You (For The Worse And For The Better) | Not Rated | 26375 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

When Louis gets invited along to Anne's wedding, Harry is prepared to let people think whatever they want about their relationship. That's what Louis said -- let people think whatever they want. That changes when Louis sees his ex, who turns out to be Anne's future husband's son. Now, Louis wants to prove that he's an omega that an alpha could want, and Harry wants to get through this weekend without letting his best friend figure out he's in love with him.

16) Deep Sea, Baby | Explicit | 28170 words

“Bunny, what’s wrong? Did something happen?” And just with that, Louis knew he wasn’t kidnapped or being pranked. He really was in his personal hell where the ex-love of his life still cared for him enough to make him breakfast, call him pet names and worry about him. And let’s not forget the part where his best friend apparently  was no longer his friend. “I’m…” ‘You’re what??’ He thought. He couldn’t tell his mother he didn’t have any idea how he went from having a nice apartment in Hampstead to wake up in a “Didn’t Know I was Fucking Married and had a Distasteful Taste in Sheets.” episode. She was just going to worry and think he just lost his marbles. No one would believe him—to be frank, he wouldn’t believe himself either.

17) The Property Girl | Explicit | 31428 words

"YOU'RE THE PROPERTY GIRL!" Property what?!

18) Home Calls The Heart | Mature | 44091 words

A series of unfortunate events lands Louis Tomlinson in the heart of Texas. After running from his life in London and a performative marriage, he leaves a scandal in his wake. Home calls the heart, as his Nana always said. Though her words couldn't be truer when he decides to take up her offer to watch over Hyacinth ranch while she travels abroad. He figured the worst he'd have to deal with would be the meddlesome goats, some repairs and an errant spirit or two. That is, until the gorgeous Cowboy next door makes his presence known.

19) Men of Steel, Men of Power | Explicit | 58849 words

“You’ve been watching me,” Styles said. Louis swallowed around nothing. He tried for light. “You’re the newest addition, people are bound to be curious,” he said. “Sure,” said Styles, in a somewhat condescending tone. “I’m not that daft, I do notice the curiosity regarding my clothes. That’s not what you’re doing though, hm?” Styles’ gaze was intense, and Louis could feel it burn on the side of his face, but kept his eyes stubbornly on the coffee cup. “I,” he said, licked his lips. Took a deep breath, tried to look open, confident, dominant. Alpha.

20) The Habit I Can't Break | Explicit | 63140 words

While searching for a healthy alternative to fill the void that one habit left, Louis gets hooked on something and someone totally different. This new experience pushes him way out of his comfort zone, making Louis realize he’s capable of so much more than he could’ve ever imagined.

21) King Of My Heart | Explicit | 83712 words

Harry shrugged, his shoulders brushing against Louis’. “I think since I was young, I craved that feeling, though. I didn’t always hate being a prince, but over time, certain aspects of it just bothered me so much. I remember being four years old and realizing that every person in the world knew my name, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted that. I told my mum as much and she tried telling me that being a prince is not a punishment. That it was a privilege that I should be happy about it, but no one asked me if I was. But looking up at the sky, I remember that all of this will one day mean nothing, and neither will I. All the pressure will then disappear and I could just be.” Louis stayed quiet, allowing Harry the space to open up because he knew Harry wasn’t looking for advice, but just someone to confide in. What he wished he could tell him was that in the short amount of time that he’d known the prince, in Louis’ eyes, he couldn’t be insignificant if he tried. He was brighter than every star up there in the sky. He was all Louis could look at and think about.

22) Wind Beneath My Wings | Explicit | 93131 words

“You shouldn’t be here,” Harry gritted out, wild-eyed. “You should be scared of me.” Louis opened his mouth to speak, to cut him off, to disagree, but Harry was pushing. “I could hurt you.” “You won’t hurt me,” Louis said, simple and assuredly. Calm. “I’m capable of hurting you.” “But you won’t. That’s not who you are, Harry. I trust you,” Louis whispered. As an omega carer that works at a rescue and rehabilitation centre for feral alphas and omegas, Louis has experienced all sides of ferality. So Harry- a cold, near mute, non-receptive alpha- was a challenging case for everyone at Phoenix Rehab Centre. Louis wasn’t expecting to feel drawn towards an aloof Harry, or to form a slow bond with him. He certainly was not expecting for his entire life to change in unforeseen ways.

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Chapter 32:

Don't say I didn't, say I didn't warn ya…

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I woke up to sunbeams warming up my skin and turned around, the bed next to me empty. Yawning I snuggled back into the warm sheets, not wanting to get up already. Right when I was about to doze off again, the bed behind me dipped a little and Charles engulfed me in a warm embrace.

"Good morning, cara mia." he whispered in my ear, his soft stubble tickling my skin.

"You need to shave…" I mumbled and he chuckled, kissing along my jaw.

"Happy anniversary, pretty girl." he said between kisses and I smiled.

"Happy anniversary, pretty boy." I turned a little, waiting for his soft lips to press against mine, sealing them with a kiss.

"What about we start the day with a nice shower together and then head downtown to this beautiful market, having breakfast or more brunch and just enjoy a free day together? And for tonight I booked us a table at the best restaurant in town! How does that sound?" he asked and I sighed contently.

"Sounds perfect." I pecked his lips and he got up, pulling me with him and I wrapped my legs and arms around him, giggling.

"I guess I have to carry you then." he smiled at me and walked us into the bathroom.

An hour later we left the hotel where a car already waited for us, to drive us to the market.

"We have to FaceTime Pops!" Charles said as we got out of the car. He pulled his phone out and looked around for a quiet corner where we could call him to congratulate him, right as we said our goodbyes Liam chimed in.

"Guess what! We’re coming to Monaco!"

"No way!" Charles said excitedly.

"Mummy and Pops and I! And then I cheer you on!" his face lit up.

"Who me or Charlie?" I asked and he looked conflicted for a moment.

"Both of you? But it’s Charlie’s home race! So maybe a little bit more for him?" he said sheepishly

"Awww thank you, Bubba!" Charles smiled and I pouted.

"It’s my home race now as well!“

"No it’s not, silly! You just live there! But Charlie is Monegasque!" Liam laughed.

"Beautifully pronounced, Bubba! Amazing!" Charles cooed and Liam blushed a little.

"I’m speaking only French now with Oma!" he answered in French and Charles grabbed dramatically onto his heart.

"You’ll speak better than me in no time!" I said and Charles laughed.

"Then he will teach you, right?" he said looking at the screen.

"Qui!" Liam smiled "Now I gotta go, Lunch is ready! Love you! See you! Bye!" he hung up before anyone else could say something.

"Well, goodbye everyone else." I laughed and Charles pocketed his phone, taking my hand.

"Come one now! I’m hungry!" he pulled me towards the market and we strolled around, looking for a nice spot. When we sat down and ordered a little of everything two young boys walked up to us, asking for a picture with Charles and he happily obliged, while I took it. The boys then wished us both luck and scurried off, right as our food arrived.

"Okay. I have no idea where to start, but this looks delicious, what was it called again Qutab?" I took a bite of the pancake like dish "Damn that’s good! It’s filled with spinach and cheese. Here! Try it!" I held out the pastry for Charles to take a bite and he nodded, while chewing.

"That’s really good. Here, taste that. Kükü? Kuku? I don’t know how to pronounce it, it’s an omelette with herbs." he fed me a spork full and I almost moaned because of the flavour.

"Okay. Yeah. That was an amazing idea coming here, thank you!" I brushed his cheek with my knuckles and he smiled.

"I’m still a little mad that you didn’t let me buy you anything. It’s our anniversary, cara mia!" he said while I sipped on my tea, tilting my head a little "It’s my duty as a good boyfriend to spoil you!"

"It’s absolutely not…" I rolled my eyes "It would also mean that I have to buy you something as well! And it’s not so easy buying you a present! It was tough enough delivering on your birthday and Christmas over the last years! Now you want to add Valentine’s Day and our anniversary to that list? Four occasions every year to buy you something? Have mercy!"

"I said it’s my duty to spoil you and not the other way around!" he mumbled, shovelling some more food into his mouth.

"But that wouldn’t be fair to you! Ever heard of something called equality?" I chuckled and now he rolled his eyes.

"Yeah I know what that means and I want to be equal with everything, but I also want to spoil you!" he pouted and I shook my head.

"Whatever." I sighed and his eyes lit up.

"Whatever you let me spoil you?" Charles asked.

"Do whatever you want. But please stop looking at me like a lost puppy!" I laughed and he slipped his hands inside his jacket, pulling out a little box "Oh you’ve got to be kidding me!" I exclaimed as he put it down in front of me "You carried that with you?"

"Okay listen, it’s not a present like you think it is. It’s more… umm- I don’t know how to say it! Open it." he sounded nervous and I cocked an eyebrow, opening the box. A key with a beautiful keychain inside, I took it out and then looked at him confused.

"I already have a key to your flat?" I asked and he nodded.

"This is not a key to my flat, it’s not even a key to any flat. It’s more a symbol… you know how they build more and more new buildings in Monaco?" he asked and I nodded slowly "There is this one penthouse, I want to show you. It’s amazing."

"Charles I just bought my own flat…" I began.

"It’s not for now. It’s not even finished… it’s for the future! I just want to show you, please!" he pleaded, his puppy eyes on full display.

"Okay… let’s have a look." I smiled at him and he pulled me into his arms, gently kissing me.

"You’ll love it. I promise you that."

I knew he was right, after all he knew me all too well.

Charles POV:

"Okay, how do I look? Please remember, you didn’t tell me that you would get us a table at the best restaurant in town. Otherwise I would’ve packed something way more fancy than this!" Lizzie stepped out of the bathroom, a black dress on. A black dress that hugged her body perfectly, with long sleeves, ending right above her knees.

"You look beautiful. It’s elegant, yet simple. Sexy but not too revealing. It’s perfect." I kissed her cheek, feeling a little bad that I didn’t tell her the whole truth, about our dinner reservation.

"Okay? So hair and make-up, check. Dress, check. Bag, bag, bag…" she rummaged through her suitcase and then smiled "Bag, check. What am I missing?" she looked at me and I chuckled, pointing at her legs "Oh! Shoes! Okay, yeah, shoes, check." she slipped into her black heels and stopped in front of the mirror, smoothing the dress down "Isn’t it a little too short?"

"Absolutely not, cara mia. You look amazing!" I hugged her from behind and kissed her cheek.

"Hmm… okay." our eyes met in the mirror and she smiled "You look handsome"

"Not as good as you, but that’s okay." I laughed and she rolled her eyes "Can we go now? Our car’s outside." I took her bag from the bed and she nodded slowly "Alright, then let’s go." I took her hand and pulled her with me, out of our room, down to our car.

"What even is the best restaurant in town? Did you google it?" Lizzie asked, playing with my fingers that were intertwined with hers in her lap.

"No. I know someone who was there already and they loved it." I said and she looked out of the window "Don’t worry, they have vegetarian options." I squeezed her hand and she smiled "It’s not that far away actually, maybe we can take a walk back to the hotel…"

"With these shoes?" she snorted and I laughed.

"Maybe not." I looked outside, the little street looking familiar, when the car stopped "We’re here." I got out of the car and walked around, opening Lizzie’s door, holding out my hand for her to take. The car drove off and Lizzie spun around a little when her eyes caught the little neon sign and her breathing hitched.

"Charles…" she whispered, squeezing my hand "That’s… that’s…" her voice got caught in her throat and she looked at me.

I grabbed her waist and cupped her cheek, pulling her closer.

"We were here after I won the race…" I said and Lizzie had tears in her eyes. "Pops said after that week we deserve a treat. How you housed down that burger and the fries? God, I think I fell in love with you even more back then. It was the first time that I genuinely laughed the whole week! You took care of Arthur and I, tended to us. Made us eat and drink, that you forgot taking care of yourself. You were almost dehydrated and starved after the race. And when we were here, you did a little happy dance when you had your first fry…" I laughed.

"That was the best fry of my life!" she chuckled and I nodded.

"And for me it was one of the best nights of my life… because I knew that everything was going to be okay, after all I had you by my side…" I wiped away a stray tear and then closed the last distance between us, kissing her, putting all my heart and soul into the kiss "Now? Would you do me the honour and have a fancy dinner with me?"

"With pleasure!" Lizzie took my hand and I lead her inside, everything was quiet, only one table in the middle of the little room, candles lit up "You did not rent out the whole place?" she made big eyes.

"Of course I did… it’s just for us tonight. No one interrupting. No one watching. Just us. And the waiter." I chuckled as the waiter welcomed us.

"I love you, Charlie." Lizzie whispered, kissing my cheek and I smiled at her.

"I love you too, mon amour."

"What did I say? WHAT DID I SAY?" I jumped right into Charles arms "You were flying!"

"Thanks, cara mia!" he set me down and I kissed his cheek.

"Now go! Go to your Interview! I’ll wait for you!" I pushed him towards Crofty and he smiled one last time before he turned around, walking to give his interview.

"Lizzie!" Pierre nudged my shoulder and I smiled at him "Now that was a comeback!"

"Yeah.. I honestly thought I would be out in Q1 already, I mean, that was just milliseconds!" I said and he nodded.

"But you did it! As always!"

"Well yeah, P4 isn’t what I wanted. But the best that was possible, given the circumstances." I shrugged my shoulders "I’m sorry for you though… what happened?"

"No idea." he shook head and I squeezed his shoulder "Can’t change it now…"

"Hmm… you’ll make up for it in the race!" I tried to cheer him up.

"Yeah, maybe…" he sighed and walked off.

I turned around when Charles pinched my side.

"How’s he doing?" he asked and looked at Pierre’s back.

"Not so good… " I sighed, when Julie waved at us "Seems like I’m needed."

"Alright, I pick you up later?" he kissed my cheek and I nodded, walking towards Julie.

"Good job, Lizzie!" she smiled at me.

"I tried my best…"

"And you did amazing!" Felix smiled at me when we walked through our garage.

"The set up was way better than in practice!" I replied and he nodded.

"That’s good!"

"Let’s go Lizzie." Julie nodded towards the exit.

"Let’s do this then." I followed her outside to the media pen.

When we were at the interview for ESPN Spain I had a weird feeling, the reporter smirking at me the whole time, like he knew something about me. As soon as we walked away Julie looked at me and then back at him.

"What was up with that dude?" she asked and I shrugged "He was weird."

"I’m just glad that you felt the same…" I mumbled and she shook her head.

"At least the girl from Canal+ wasn’t here today." she chuckled.

"Oh don’t remind me of her! I mean I know that half of the media, probably even more, doesn’t like me, but she hates me! I don’t know why!" I laughed right as Charles crossed our path and he kissed my cheek without a word and then kept walking with Mia. I felt myself blush and Julie laughed.

"You two are sickeningly sweet! And the way you blush sometimes? Adorable!"

"Oh stop! It’s not adorable! It’s annoying! I don’t even know why I blush sometimes!" I groaned as we walked inside our hospitality.

"Hmm… I’d say it’s because you’re still a little shy with PDA?" she asked and I thought about it.

"Whatever. When does the team meeting start?" I asked right as Pete waved me over "Well, speak of the devil…"

"Third in yesterday’s sprint race. Fifth in today’s race. Seems like your luck has changed a little, no?" the Canal+ reporter asked, rather sneered and I nodded.

"It was a good weekend. I understand the car better now and-…" I began when she interrupted me.

"Charles had a pretty good weekend, too. Pole position for the sprint and the race. Second in the sprint race, third today. His season also changed for the better."

"Is there a question in your statement that I just missed?" I asked her and she laughed.

"How do you feel about that? People were joking that since you’re driving alongside Charles he only makes it onto to the podium when you’re up there too."

"Oh yeah? Sucks that I’m not on the podium today then…" I said and she nodded.

"True. Oh! Charles! Here! I was just finishing up with your lovely girlfriend." she switched to French and waved Charles over who joined us "Now, I just told Lizzie what a great weekend you two had! You can be really proud!" her voice was sweet and loud as she laid her hand on his arm, smiling at him with big eyes.

"Umm yeah, we had a good weekend…" Charles began but I didn’t listen, I looked at Julie who just chuckled and shrugged. I squeezed Charles arm and followed Julie.

"I think she has a huge crush on Charles, that’s why she doesn’t like you." she said and looked back to the French reporter who smiled at Charles, throwing her head back laughing, by the look on Charles face, probably about something that wasn’t that funny.

"Yeah well, tough luck. That’s my man." I shrugged and she laughed.

I looked out the window for a while, when I turned to Charles.

"How is it? Having Fred now in the team as well?" I asked and he looked up from his book "What’s he even doing?"

"Honestly? No idea, all they said was he’s having a supervisory role within the team. But no clue what that means." he scratched his chin "But it’s nice having him in the team in some kind of way, at least. He helped me a lot in my rookie year… but yeah. He won’t be around a lot on the track, they said he will be here for the next three or four races to see how the team works, the routines and stuff and then he’ll be back in Maranello, working on how to improve the departments that need improvement."

"So he’s basically making sure that the team stops fucking up?" I said and Charles chuckled.

"I guess you could say that."

"Hmm. Well let’s hope he can fix that… especially your strategy department…" I muttered and he pinched my side "What? Just saying…"

"I’m not supposed to say this, but I heard from… doesn’t matter, but I heard he’s heavily involved in the development of next year’s car." Charles said quietly and I looked at him "It’s not official or anything, I just heard it from someone who has connections to certain people in the factory."

"If you’re lucky Mattia is gone by the end of the year and Fred will take over…" I wiggled my eyebrows and he laughed.

"I never had any problems with him, it was just that…" he stopped.

"I know, I got it." I patted his arm and he sighed.

For the rest of the flight I mostly watched some tv shows or cuddled up into Charles warmth, trying to not think about the upcoming race weekend. The race I didn’t finish last season. Coming back here, I knew that it would be one of the number one topics on media day, that’s why I wasn’t surprised at all when I sat down for the press conference and answered the probably tenth question about it.

"Of course I watched a replay of the crash and I honestly don’t know what happened still. It all happened so fast. I was making contact with Checo, I don’t know what lead to that or why I didn’t react. Maybe I had an idea for a split second but then got already caught up by him." I said, of course not mentioning the blackout due to my terrible night before the race. That was a secret I’ll never share. Not with the public at least.

"Brad Worthington, BBC Sports. Lizzie, what do you expect from this weekend? Your car seems to be good around here, on paper at least?"

"I hope I can convert the performance from paper to track. I think we’re heading in the right direction with the car, Baku was a huge step forward, so I’m really excited to see what’s on for us this weekend!"

"Jan Dietrich, Bild. Question for Charles. How is it coming back to this track after last year? We all remember your team radio, the agony in your voice asking for updates on Lizzie after her crash. How you left right after the podium for the hospital? Your win here was a little overshadowed by the crash."

"I didn’t care about the race or the win to be honest. For me it was more important that Lizzie was okay, so yeah, I knew I had to leave immediately. If it were up to me I wouldn’t even attend the podium, but the win wasn’t just for me. It was also for the team, they deserved to celebrate it." Charles said and looked at me.

"Alright, that’s it. Thank you Lady and Gentlemen. Have a good race weekend!" Tom Clarkson ended the press conference and we left.

"Are you okay?" Charles asked and I shrugged.

"Never show them that their questions are getting to you." Lewis smiled at me and I nodded.

"Thanks, Lewis. Trying my best." I replied.

"You did good, both of you." he squeezed my shoulder and nodded at Charles and then left.

"Come on. Let’s get out of here. I’m done for today, whatever Sylvia has in store for me, I’m not doing it. Not today, I feel like a bad headache is coming? And my stomach? Not good…" Charles winked and I laughed.

"Yeah? If that’s it, then I guess I have to take care of you! Let me just tell Julie."

"In 15 minutes at the car?" he kissed my cheek.

"I’ll be there!"

The car worked great on the track. Valtteri had the better Friday, but after we adjusted the set up of my car a little, I could make up some seconds. Quali went amazing and luckily I already set a pretty good time when Q3 was red flagged, parking my car in P3. I knew that Charles had a hard time, getting comfortable in the car and as I watched the replay of his crash I knew immediately that he must’ve pushed too hard, to abstract the most out of the car. He looked down, head hung low, shoulders sagged.

"What happened?" I asked him gently and sat down on the couch next to him.

He sighed, throwing his head back.

"This car. It’s… it’s unpredictable! The car goes from understeering like crazy when I turn into the corner, where I have to fight to stay on track, to massively oversteering at the exit. I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel comfortable like this." he sounded tired, his eyes closed.

"Consistency is what you’re lacking most at the moment…" I said carefully and he only nodded.

"We’re good in qualifying, I mean if I’m not that stupid and crash out… twice! At the same fucking spot! But we have no race pace whatsoever. So yeah, consistency is what we’re lacking at the moment." he turned to look at me and then smiled "But you had a good weekend. I’m proud of you. Audi really is doing a good job at the moment, developing the car, fix what’s wrong. You’re doing a good job, adjusting to the changes."

"Yeah, I think Baku was a little turning point? I mean we’re nowhere near Aston or Merc, but we’re getting there, slowly but steady."

"I thought after last week that we turned the season around as well…"

"I know, I’m sorry. It looked like your car was worse than last week for some reason? And by your car I mean YOUR car and not both Ferraris…"

He shrugged only and then got up.

"I don’t know. I’m struggling a lot this season. I’m not comfortable with the car, Carlos is. So yeah, we’ll see I guess…" he walked to the mini bar and grabbed a coke, looking at me, I shook my head and he came back, opening the can "But I have to stop using this as an excuse, that the car is more for his style of driving. I’m a Formula 1 driver in my fifth season in the biggest team, sixth overall. I have to be able to adjust to a car that’s not to my liking. That’s my job. That’s something I have to get better at." he took a sip of his coke.

"You will adjust, I know it. You’ll be back on top in no time!" I kissed his cheek and sat up, almost instantly Charles passed me the can and then laughed.

"Come on, take a sip, I know you want it."

"You know me too well." I chuckled but then took the can and took a sip "Thanks."

"At least I’m confident in how to handle you." he teased and I gasped.

"Handle me? How dare you!" I slapped his biceps and got up walking towards the bathroom "You know what? I’m really looking forward to stay a couple of days here. Relax under the sun. That will do us some good." I took off my shorts.

"Are you taking a shower without me, cara mia?" he cocked an eyebrow.

"No, I’m taking a shower waiting for you…" I winked at him and he threw his head back in the pillows, chuckling "I mean, if you want to of course…" I shrugged my shoulders, pulling my shirt off and threw it at him. The moment it hit him he jumped up and followed me.

I signed caps and shirts, took selfies with some fans and talked a little away when I heard how the crowd got louder and knew Charles had come. He waved at me and then turned to his fans, smiling and taking to them. Even after a bad result he was the sweetest with his fans, always trying to make everyone feel special and seen. I leaned at the car and watched him when JK stopped next to me.

"It’s truly amazing how he can always put on a smile for his fans." he said while watching Charles as well.

"Yeah, he was always like this. Always focused on making them the happiest…" I smiled.

"He was pretty hard on himself again." I looked at him "I mean I know you two, you both are like this. But he’s even this hard on him when it’s not his fault… his car? What a shitbox."

"I know… but it’s Ferrari. They could break him to pieces and he still would want nothing but the best for them." I sighed "That kind of love speaks volumes."

"True." JK waved at Charles as he looked over "I hope you guys have some quiet days, can relax a little. Take care, Liz." he hugged me.

"See you in a week." I waved him off, pulling out my phone, to beat the time.

"Alright, let’s go!" Charles voice pulled me out of my thoughts and I looked up "I can’t wait to get out of here."

"Someone’s eager!" I chuckled and kissed his cheek, getting in the car.

"We only have three and a half days for ourselves, so yeah, I’m eager to get away!" he started the car and drove off.

"We could’ve just stayed in our hotel here, you know?" I said looking out the window.

"Nope. I wanted to get away from here. Palm Beach sounded nice, the hotel looked amazing and the beach as well!"

"So Palm Beach it is then." I smiled looking out the window, right when Cruel Summer began to play on the radio and I began to sing along. By the time the bridge started I almost screamed from the top of my lungs, dancing along "You know that Taylor’s here? Well not here here, but close. Tampa. Tonight and then on Wednesday night again?"

"Yeah, Lizzie, you told me that like a million times…" Charles chuckled a little and I sighed "You’ll see her! At the end of this year. Next year. You’ll see her." he grinned.

"It’s annoying that you’re this optimistic."

"Life as a Ferrari driver…" he mumbled and I laughed.

"Did you just-… no… you didn’t? That can’t be? Did you just indirectly called out Ferrari?" I looked at him, still laughing.

"Nope." a tiny smirk on his lips.

Charles POV:

Lizzie snuggled into me as we sat on the beach, watching the sun set on the horizon above the ocean, a beautiful pink and purple hue painted the sky.

"Best anniversary ever!" she whispered after a while and I chuckled a little "You don’t think so?"

"Oh no! I do think so! For me it definitely is the best anniversary ever! I just think it could be maybe even a little bit better…" I shrugged my shoulders in amusement.

"How could this be even more perfect than it already is?" she asked turning her head a little, looking at her.

"I don’t know… but I think when I say that we’re going to the Era’s Tour tomorrow in Tampa, it might be really perfect and really tough to beat…" she sat up in an instant, turning around, staring at me with wide eyes.

"What did you say?" she almost whispered it.

"We’re going to the Era’s Tour tomorrow night in Tampa." I smiled at her.

"Okay… I’m having a hard time processing this… when you say 'We’re going to the Era’s Tour tomorrow night in Tampa' then you mean we could’ve gone there if I could’ve been able to purchase tickets, right? That’s what you mean?" Lizzie’s voice was wavering and I shook my head "Shaking your head means no… so no that’s not what you mean, right?"

"No, that’s not what I mean." I grinned and she squeezed my hands like crazy.

"So you’re saying we are going to the Era’s Tour… like going to the concert. Inside a stadium. Watching the show?" tears started gathering in her eyes and I slowly nodded, gently taking one hand from her strong grip, showing her the tickets on my phone.

"You. Me. Taylor. Tomorrow night." I said and she let out a loud squeal before she threw her arms around my neck, screaming, crying, littering my face with tiny kisses.

"I love you. I love you. I love you." she cried and I hugged her tight "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."

"Happy anniversary." I whispered in her ear and she sniffled, pulling away a little, smiling at me "I love you, cara mia." she leaned in and captured my lips in a wet and salty kiss.

"You are the best boyfriend a girl could ask for. Thank you, Charles." she breathed out against my lips, smiling her gorgeous smile, I chuckled and pecked her lips "I can’t believe it! I’m going to see Taylor Swift live in concert!"

"Yes you are." I laughed.

"We’re going to see Taylor! We’re going to the Era’s Tour." her eyes shining bright "I’m going to the Era’s Tour tomorrow night!" she closed her eyes for a moment before looking at the sky above us "I’m going to the Era’s Tour. Tomorrow night." she repeated, this time her voice sounded a little panicked "Oh my god! I’m going to the Era’s Tour! Tomorrow night! FUCK! What do I wear? I can’t just go there in some boring clothes! OH GOD! WHAT DO I WEAR? I wanted to wear something special." full on panic now.

"Hey, hey, hey! Calm down!" I laughed but Lizzie almost hyperventilated.

"I can’t! This is not just a normal concert! This is the Era’s Tour! I have to dress up! Like seriously!" she pouted, pacing back and forth.

"I know! That’s why Shima designed your outfit, it’s in the closet." I smiled and she stopped abruptly.

"What?"

"I knew you would wanted to wear something special. And you talked with Shima about what you would love to wear. Well she designed it. It’s here. Well not here, in the hotel, but you get what I mean…" I chuckled and she grabbed my hand, pulling me with her "And now we’re going to the hotel because you have to see it." I laughed.

"Yep." she replied, then stopping again, kissing me fiercely "And then I thank you properly." she nipped at my bottom lip and kept walking again "And now move!"

The whole way from the hotel, to our car, to the entry and when we were brought up to our seats I had the biggest smile on my face. I was at Taylor Swift’s The Era’s Tour. I had my gorgeous boyfriend by my side. And I wore an amazing outfit, designed by Shima. The night could only be epic. And it was. More than epic. As the show started, I was singing and dancing, having the time of my life. Charles doing his best to keep up with me. While Lover was played he held me close, swaying us back and forth, gently kissing my cheek and I had the biggest smile on my face. As the setting switched and a new era began I looked at the stage in awe. Singing at the top of my lungs along. It was during Love Story when I had a little heart attack, right when the bridge started and Taylor sang 'he knelt to the ground' Charles in fact knelt to the ground and I gasped. He wouldn’t do that. Not here. Not like this. Not in public. My heart was beating out of my chest when I looked down, but then I saw how he tied his shoe lace and got back up again, a devilish smirk on his lips.

"What?" he mouthed and I chuckled, playfully hitting his shoulder. Although I was shocked and definitely overwhelmed with the feeling of getting proposed to in a sea of strangers, I couldn’t ignore the little spark that got ignited inside my stomach. The warm feeling rushing through me. The tiny pinch of disappoint when I realised Charles only tied his shoe lace. As if he sensed that I was a little lost in my head, Charles pulled me to his side, kissing my temple. I shook my head a little and smiled. Focusing back on the stage in front, where the visuals changed yet again, signalling for a new era to start. The time flew by and way too soon it was already the last era, then the last song.

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We followed the security guy and I sweated even more, nervousness seeping through me. I just danced and screamed for more than 3 hours and was about to meet Taylor Swift. TAYLOR SWIFT. My sweaty self meeting Taylor Swift. I pulled off the coat and started to dry my face with the flimsy fabric, goosebumps spreading all over my skin.

"You’re getting sick like that." Charles said next to me, looking at my arms but I shrugged my shoulders.

"That coat, although it looked amazing, is soaked and way too hot."

"Here." he took off his jacket and gave it to me "Put it on cara mia, you’re wearing this thin dress and are sweaty as fuck. You’re getting sick!" he repeated and I took the jacket and put it on, rolling up the sleeves.

"Thank you!" I smiled at him, grabbing his hand again.

"Boyfriend duty." he winked and I laughed.

"You’re excelling as always!" he rolled his eyes a little but I squeezed his hand "I’m serious!"

"It’s okay. Really." he reassured me and I nodded.

"How do I look?" I asked him, smoothing down my hair a little.

"You look as cute as always!"

"Hmm. Okay, do y-…" I began when the security guard stopped.

"Alright. Wait inside there, she’ll come to see you." he opened the door in front of us and I walked inside. A handful of people waiting already. I swallowed hard and looked at Charles, who smiled at me encouragingly.

"Oh my god! Oh my god! You’re Charles Leclerc and Lizzie Doetterer!" a female voice behind us screeched out loud.

I turned around and in front of us stood a girl whose face I knew, but just couldn’t place.

"I’m Sarah Collins! I’m a huge Formula 1 fan!" the girl held out her hand and we shook them and it hit me.

"Sarah Collins! You’re an influencer slash activist slash fashion blogger slash… you kinda make everything! I follow you on Insta!" I said and she made big eyes.

"What? You follow me? No?! I swear I never saw that!" she took her phone out and scrolled through her Instagram "Oh my god! How the hell did I miss that!" she said more to herself before she looked up "It’s so cool to see you here! Wow! Can we take a picture together, maybe?"

"Sure!" I smiled at her and she shoved her phone into her friend’s hand and stood next to me, Charles wanted to walk away but Sarah shook her head "No, no, please! With you as well!"

"Oh, okay." Charles stepped next to me again and her friend took some pictures.

"Thank you guys so much!" she smiled and and looked at the pictures.

"No worries."

"So! How did you like the show?" she asked and I smiled wide.

"I loved it! I’m so sad it’s over already! I could’ve gone for another hour or two!"

"Same! It was so amazing!"

"As soon as she announces some shows in Europe for next year we’ll be going again!" I smiled at Charles who cocked an eyebrow.

"We are?" he laughed and I hit his arm playfully "Just kidding! We are!"

"You two are literally the cutest!" Sarah said and I blushed "Since the day it was announced that you’ll be in F1 as well, I was rooting for you! And then I saw you two the first time together on the screen? I knew immediately that you two were a couple" she wiggled her eyebrows a little and I laughed.

"Well, we tried our best to hide it and-…" I began as the door opened and the word got caught in my throat, Sarah turning around gasping a little.

"Hi guys! How are you doing!" Taylor Swift asked us how we were doing. Taylor Swift. She walked up to us, a big smile on her face, opening up her arms, hugging first Sarah and her friends, talking a little with them, before she turned to Charles and I, hugging me "Hi, I’m Taylor." she introduced herself and I hugged her back. Not just that Taylor Swift introduced herself, as if we didn’t knew who she was, no! She hugged me!

"Hi! I’m Taylor, it’s so amazing to meet you Lizzie!" I blurted out and blushed immediately "Oh god! You’re Taylor. I’m Lizzie. I’m so sorry!" I apologised immediately but she just laughed.

"It’s okay, don’t be nervous. Just take a deep breath!" she still held my hand, squeezing it "Hi Lizzie, nice to meet you! You’re the racing driver everyone is talking about, right? The only girl in… Formula 1?"

Rest in peace me. RIP me. I died. Dead.

Taylor Swift knew who I was. My mind went blank and I kept staring at her, unable to say anything.

"Yes. Yes, that’s her. The only girl in Formula 1." Charles jumped in and smiled at me, then at Taylor.

"And you must be the boyfriend who surprised Lizzie with tickets for tonight? Charles?" Taylor Swift knew who my boyfriend was.

"Yep. That’s me. Nice to meet you." Charles said and Taylor smiled at him.

"I hope you had some fun tonight?" she asked and I broke out from my trance.

"It was amazing! So freaking amazing! You were amazing! The show! The dancers! The band! The visuals! Amazing!" I praised her and her smile got even bigger.

"Aww! Thank you! You’re the cutest!"

And again. Rest in peace me. RIP me. I died. Dead. I kept on staring at her. Not knowing if she talked to me or if I even was able to answer. I just stood there. Star-strucked. And in awe. She was tall and so pretty. And her smile was contagious.

"Lizzie?" Charles gently nudged my shoulder and I looked at him "Come on, we’re taking some pictures!" he smiled and me and I nodded.

"Here. Come to me." Taylor Swift pulled me to her side and I tried my best not to faint.

Charles took some pictures with his phone, before he stood next to me, to be in some pictures as well. My cheeks were hurting from smiling that much but I couldn’t help it.

"Did we get some good shots?" Taylor asked and Charles nodded.

"Amazing shots."

"Perfect!" she smiled again at us, before her assistant walked in and nodded at her "Unfortunately I have to go now, but it was so good to meet you all!" she hugged us all one by one and when it was my turn she took off one of her bracelets, when she pulled away, handing it to me "I think that one fits you pretty well." she smiled and I looked at the bracelet the 1 stood on the pearls "As you’re the only girl in Formula 1 and you’re also the number one because you won a race!" I put the bracelet on and took one of my own off, in the colours of the German flag and with pearls saying girl champ.

"I think that one fits you pretty well too." I said and she smiled.

"Thank you!" she hugged me again and then lastly Charles "It was really great to meet you! Good luck on the race course? Is it race course? Yeah? Good luck then and win some more races! You guys rock!"

With one last wave she was gone and I just stood there, staring at the bracelet on my wrist. We said our goodbyes to Sarah and her friends and left. Or rather Charles dragged me along, because I wasn’t able to comprehend anything that had happened just now. It was late at night when we arrived back in our hotel and we took a quick shower, getting bed ready, when what has happened fully sunk in.

"I was at the Era’s Tour. I saw Taylor Swift live performing. I met Taylor Swift. Taylor Swift knew who we were. Taylor Swift took pictures with us. And last but not least, Taylor Swift and I switched friendship bracelets." I said and looked at Charles, a big grin on his lips "And that all was only possible because of you. YOU! My amazing, perfect boyfriend!" I snuggled into his side, kissing his cheek "I love you. So much. You have no idea. You are the best boyfriend any girl could ever dream of. Thank you for making this possible!"

"I would do everything for you, cara mia. Although I have to admit, there is someone you definitely have to thank rather than me… Lewis. He got us the tickets. He knew someone who worked with Taylor before and who’s she’s friends with and he organised this all…" Charles said and I smiled.

"Lewis? Well then I guess I have to thank him as well, as soon as I see him again." I yawned and Charles chuckled.

"Come on, sleep now, our flight is at 12." he kissed my forehead and I sighed contently "Good night, cara mia."

"Good night, my Charlie bear. And thank you. So much."

"Call me as soon as you arrive!" I kissed Charles at the gate to his flight to Bologna, after we had arrived two hours earlier from Orlando.

"I will. And you text me when you’re at the factory!" he held me close, kissing my temple.

"Will do! Have a good flight, I’ll see you back home." I waved him off as he boarded the plane, turning around smiling one last time.

Outside the airport a car was waiting for me and when I got inside I leaned back, closing my eyes. I was tired from the long flight and my mind was still trying to wrap around what happened the last 48 hours. Lost in thoughts I flinched when the door of the car opened and Pete grinned at me.

"Welcome back, Lizzie." he grabbed my back for me as I got out and took my suitcase from the driver, thanking him.

"Good to be back!" I smiled and followed him inside, ready to start the preparation for the upcoming races.

The data looked great. The lap times were solid. I was ready for Imola, Monaco and Barcelona. All three tracks were tested, the best set ups and strategies for all types of weather were discussed. On Saturday morning Julie informed me that I would be closely followed by the Netflix film crew for the next three days and for the first time

I honestly didn’t mind it at all.

"You’re awfully cheery…" Elijah chuckled on Sunday at lunch break and I just shrugged.

"I had a good week, I’m optimistic for the next races. Life’s good!" I laughed and he nodded.

"Let’s see if there will be a next race first, right?" Pete squeezed my shoulder when he got up and I sighed.

The weather situation in the Emilia Romagna region was concerning, heavy rainfall was threatening to flood the racetrack and the surrounding regions, a cancellation was considered. I left the factory on Sunday evening, stopping by at Marcus’ place, staying overnight and spending the evening with Benji, playing some board games and watched a movie, before I left on Monday morning to drive back to Monaco. I sent Charles a text that I would be driving now and got in the car, starting my journey.

I parked my car right when Charles called.

"Good timing, I just parked." I said and got out, unloading my suitcase.

"Already? I thought I would catch you somewhere on the streets still." he chuckled and I locked the car, going for the elevator.

"You know me, the indicated time is just like a challenge for me." I stepped into the elevator.

"I honestly have no idea how you’re still having your drivers license! I mean, speeding in Germany is one thing, but the rest? You’re not always going to be this lucky, not getting caught for speeding!"

"It’s not luck. It’s talent."

"It’s madness."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." I chuckled, rummaging through my bag to find my keys.

"You know that I’m right!" Charles said.

"We’ll see!" I sighed and walked out of the elevator "I’m at home now, I’m thinking about-…" I dropped my phone and gasped loudly.

"Cara mia?" Charles faint voice from the ground "Lizzie? Talk to me?"

I stared at the bouquet of red roses on my door mat. A white card in the middle.

"LIZZIE!" Charles scream pulled me out of my trance and I bent down, picking up my phone "Cara mia? What happened? Talk to me?"

"I’m okay. Sorry." I choked out, voice shaky.

"Lizzie, what’s going on?" I heard the worry in his voice.

"I tripped. Fell. Sorry. I didn’t look where I was going and there was a- ummm a package on the floor. Sorry!" I lied.

"Are you sure, you’re okay?" Charles didn’t believe me. I heard it in his voice.

"Yeah, kinda. Just some bruised knees tomorrow." I fake laughed.

"Okay. I call you later then?"

"Okay. Bye. Love you." I hung up hastily. My eyes didn’t leave the flowers for a second. I carefully picked them up. Looking the hallway up and down before I unlocked the door and walked inside. With shaky hands I set the vase down on my kitchen island and looked around, then walked through every single room and only when I was convinced I was alone, I took the card out of the flowers and opened it. An address. Nothing more. I googled the address. A betting office. I kept staring at my phone. What did he want me to do at a betting office? Would we meet there? But there was no date or time. Just the address. Nothing more. As it was already getting dark outside I decided to go there the next day. Although I had no idea what I was supposed to do there.

I sat in the car and double checked the address, looking around. Nervous as I was I sat in the car for almost four hours, watching the people who entered and exit the shop. I took one last deep breath before I got out and walked inside. Right at the door was a counter and the man looked at me.

"Hi, umm a friend of mine wanted me to pick something up for him? Salva Diaz?" I asked and he looked through a basket with papers.

"I’m sorry, there’s nothing for a Salva Diaz here." he informed me and I swallowed.

"Something for Lizzie Doetterer?"

"Umm… yes. Lizzie Doetterer." he pulled out a brown envelope and I wanted to take it from him "You have to sign the receipt, that you received the envelope."

He pushed a form over the counter and pointed at the dotted line. I grabbed the pen and signed it, then grabbed the envelope and opened it up. A folder with a bunch of papers inside. Race prognoses for each driver and team. Starting from Monaco. A chart with bet quotes. Copies of betting slips and receipts. And the last paper were instructions on how I had to ensure the winner in Barcelona, Montreal, Spielberg and Silverstone. Diaz’ message in bold letters on a sticky-note:

I lost my money because of you, now you help me get it back. You know what you have to do. Otherwise, see what happens.

I looked at the guy behind the counter, but he was already busy scrolling on his phone so I left the shop, envelope tightly clenched to my chest. Back in the car I looked through the folder. He wanted me to manipulate races? At the instructions for every race my heart clenched when I saw Monaco. He wanted me to make Charles DNF. For Barcelona, Montreal, Spielberg and Silverstone he only instructed who had to win the race. But for Monaco he wanted me to end both, Charles and my race. I started the engine and drove off. This was impossible. Not just that it was morally wrong and against all integrity, it was also fucking illegal. It only needed one person to raise suspicions and it would be over, my career, my team, everything. He knew how dangerous this was. Put all that aside, there was still the biggest question to answer, how was I supposed to do it? How? How do you manipulate a Formula 1 race? I could only control my racing. This wasn’t football where I could cause a penalty or just not give my all and play like shit. This was racing. This was nothing that could be easily manipulated. Especially not by one driver alone. It all didn’t make any sense. When I parked in the garage I opened Instagram and looked through my messages, when I found the chat with Diaz I took a deep breath and opened it up. Our last conversation visible. I wrote him that what he asked of me didn’t make sense, that I couldn’t help a certain driver to win. I had no influence on track positions and therefore didn’t know how I could ensure who would win a race. Not even a minute later he replied, saying his instructions were clear, I had to handle it myself. I groaned and got out, back in my flat I sat down on the couch, folder on the table and I kept staring at it. Out of all the things I thought he wanted me to do, this was something I never, not in a million years, would’ve thought about. I knew that Diaz was insane, but this? This was ridiculous. And impossible. And wrong. And illegal. He wanted me to commit a fucking crime? I flinched when my phone was ringing, Charles, I took a deep breath and answered the call.

"Hey."

"Hi cara mia, how was your day?" Charles muffled voice rang out.

"Uneventful." I answered looking around.

"Yeah? What did you do?"

"Had a workout with JK. Ran some errands and now I’m just sitting around. How was your day?"

"My Monaco race suit and stuff was ready so we shot a little video." I could hear the smile and excitement in his voice.

"Yeah? You like it?"

"Love it."

"I can’t wait to see it." I said, trying to sound as gleeful as possible.

"Are you okay? You sound a little down?" the excitement replaced with worry in an instant.

"I’m just exhausted and tired." I faked a yawn, hoping Charles believed me.

"Hmm… maybe you should cut back on your work outs? You seem to be quite exhausted a lot in the last weeks…"

"I’m fine. It’s just… yeah I don’t know for some weeks now I feel a little tense after the race weekends, but it’s fine."

"Okay. But don’t overwork yourself okay? I know you!" he sighed a little.

"Promise. And now that the cancelled Imola, I have a little time to relax."

"True."

"How’s the situation in Maranello?"

"Luckily we’re all good here, no flooding or anything. But yeah, people are a little worried…"

"I’m glad you’re okay."

"It’s all good, don’t worry!"

"Okay… look, I really don’t want to cut you off, Charles, but I’m really tired…"

"No, it’s alright, cara mia. Go to bed. I’ll be back on Saturday morning. We have a sponsor dinner on Friday and I’m leaving right after it."

"Saturday? That’s 4 more days! Didn’t you say Thursday?" 4 more days alone. I hated it.

"Mattia wanted to test some things." I could practically hear his eyes rolling "Whatever. I’ll be home on Saturday, yeah."

"Okay. See you then! I love you." I swallowed thickly, ready to hang up.

"Good night, cara mia. Love you too." he hung up and I sighed, falling back into pillows.

4 more days alone in here. Here where Diaz knew that I lived. I looked around. Then got up and packed my suitcase, threw everything in that I would need for the next week, with the stuff at Charles flat I should be good for a while. I locked the door and left, taking the car straight to Charles flat. Still alone, but at least I felt safer. Inside I locked the door and rolled my suitcase in the bedroom. Climbing into the bed trying to find sleep. A difficult task for the next days to come. My mind full of his crazy plan for me.

Charles POV:

I was more than happy that I could dodge that sponsor dinner tonight. Driving back home to Lizzie, I wanted to text her that I would be home earlier but decided to surprise her. I unlocked my door, ready to take a quick shower and then head over to Lizzie’s, knowing she would be still awake at this time. Right when I wanted to enter my bedroom my phone vibrated, Lizzie. I chuckled and picked up.

"Hey ca-…" I began but a faint whimper made me freeze "Lizzie?"

"There’s someone here…" she whispered and my heart almost burst out of my chest.

"Lizzie, hide. Lock yourself inside your bathroom! I’ll be right over!" I was already on the way to the door, when I heard a loud bang from inside my bedroom.

"Fuck! I knocked over the candle by the door…" she whimpered, her breathing staggering. Candle by the door? I spun around, storming inside my bedroom towards the bathroom, trying to open the door. Locked. "He’s here."

I threw my phone away and knocked on the door.

"Lizzie! Open up! It’s me! I’m here!" I said loudly "Cara mia, unlock the door! It’s me!"

"Charles?" her voice barely audible through the door. As soon as I heard the click of the door unlocking I pushed the door open, Lizzie looked at me, tears stained her cheeks, a terrified look on her face. Once she recognised me, she jumped right into my arms "Charles…"

"Shhh… it’s okay, cara mia. It’s just me." I held her close and kissed the side of her head "I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you!" I walked us outside the bathroom, sitting down on the bed, Lizzie in my lap "I should’ve told you that I’m coming home. I’m sorry."

"It’s okay. I’m sorry. I was just- I woke up because I heard you and thought that someone is-… I thought it’s a burglar or something." she whispered.

"Just me. No one else, Lizzie." I cooed and her trembling stopped slowly, breathing stabilised "I didn’t know you’re here. I wanted to surprise you!"

"I’m sorry! But there is-… someone is renovating above me and it’s so annoyingly loud. I should’ve asked you first if it’s okay staying here." she apologised but I shook my head pulling away.

"You never have to ask that, okay? This place is as much as your place as it’s mine. You come here whenever you want to, okay?" I looked at her intently.

"Okay." she gave me a little smile and then pecked my cheek "Sorry about the candle. I was just so scared that I just knocked it over."

"Fuck the candle. You’re alright. That’s important." I nuzzled my face in her hair and took a deep breath. When I opened my eyes I noticed tiny red droplets on the floor, coming out of the bathroom, I immediately sat Lizzie down next to me and kneeled in front of her, taking her feet in my hands. She had a small cut int the sole of her right foot, a little glass shard poking out "Alright sit still, I take care of that and…" I got up pointing into the bathroom "…that."

"I didn’t even notice it…" she muttered, looking at her foot.

"That’s why you have me." I kissed her forehead and left to get the first aid kit.

As soon as I took care of the cut and made Lizzie lay back down, I cleaned up the floor and took a short shower, then climbed in the bed, Lizzie already asleep. I switched off the light, hugging her from behind, I snuggled into her warmth. Her breathing was evenly and she grabbed my arm tightly.

"Charles?" she whispered after a while and I squeezed her hip to show her that I was listening "Thank you… for being my knight in shining armour, yet again."

"For you always, cara mia, for you always."

I opened my arms and she sat down between my legs, leaning back against my chest. I nuzzled my nose against her neck and inhaled deeply.

"Have I ever told you that I love how you smell?" I asked and she giggled.

"No… and would this be a true crime documentary it would be creepy!" she laughed and I pinched her sides.

"Why are you like this? You’re so annoying!" I chuckled and she just shook her head and turned it slightly to look at me.

"Oh come on! You love me!" she said and I looked into her eyes and leaned in.

"True. That I do. More than anything else…" I whispered against her lips. Before I could kiss her, her phone rang and she flinched.

"God! I almost had a heart attack!" she grabbed her phone and as she looked at her screen she froze "Umm… I gotta take that!" she got up and left the room. I sat up and waited for her to come back. After a couple of minutes I heard the bedroom door opening and Lizzie walked out, she looked confused, upset even.

"Lizzie?" I asked and got up, she looked at me "What happened? Who was that?"

"Umm… that was, that was Pete. He looked through some… umm some of my recent sim results and they weren’t that great… yeah I have to work a bit harder I guess." she was lying "Are you hungry? I’m hungry! I’m going to cook something. You want something too?" she didn’t even wait for an answer and already left into the kitchen. I got up and followed her.

"Hey! What’s going on? Pete wouldn’t call you just to say that? You’ll see him tomorrow?" I said pointedly and she looked at me.

"Well, he didn’t just say that, he said that after Barcelona I had to come to Neuburg and we need to get over some sim data for the new upgrades. That’s how he said it! No big deal!" she tried to reassure me but I wasn’t buying it.

"Lizzie. You know I know it when you’re lying? So just tell me the truth?!"

"I’m not lying! You don’t believe me? Okay! Let’s call Pete then!" she was almost furious as she walked past me, back into the living room grabbing her phone "Here! I call him! If you need proof of me telling the truth, I’ll give it to you…" she clicked on his contact "Thanks for trusting me!" right as she was about to dial his number I sighed. No. Not like this. It wouldn’t do any good if I caught her lying like this.

"Okay, stop. You’re right! Sorry! I trust you! I really do!" I said and she looked relieved "You don’t have to call him…"

"Thank you." she said it with such an attitude that I wanted to just grab her phone and call Pete myself.

"Yeah…" I pressed out "Sure."

When we ate our dinner I felt Charles look on me and tried my best to ignore it. My mind was still reeling from the fact that Diaz had my phone number. When I texted him in Instagram earlier today that I was done, that I wouldn’t do what he wanted from me, I didn’t expect him to call me. Then again, nothing should surprise me anymore when it came to him. I lazily picked at my food, not able to stomach any of it.

"You’re okay?" Charles asked after a while and I just nodded "You should eat, Lizzie. You haven’t been eating much recently." I could hear the worry in his voice.

"I’m fine. It’s just… this season is tough. The car is nowhere near last year’s car. Sure, the last races were better, but still… I just don’t know how to push the car to the max." I sighed "Maybe that’s why my sim work is not that great!" I added and Charles frowned, but didn’t say anything.

"You’ll figure it out. Maybe the upgrades will help." he said after a while and I nodded.

"Yeah, maybe." I shrugged, flinching when I got a text. I kept staring at my phone, feeling Charles look on me.

"Okay, what’s going on?" he asked after a while and I looked at him "First Pete who called you because of your sim data although he sees you tomorrow anyway, then you’re being totally out of it since the call, now you keep staring at your phone like your afraid of the text you just got? What’s going on, Lizzie!"

"Nothing! Jeez! I know who the text is from! And I’m annoyed! It’s Elijah! They want to film this weekend here as well. How I or we, I don’t know, get to track, what we do afterwards, stuff like that! And I’m not really in the mood for that!" I rolled my eyes and Charles sighed.

"Okay." he just said and got up "Are you done? Can I take your plate as well?" he asked and looked at my almost full plate, I nodded and handed him my plate.

"Thank you." I smiled a little and he only nodded and walked off.

With shaking hands I grabbed my phone, closing my eyes I took a deep breath and then unlocked it. When I saw that it was only a text from Shima I huffed, sinking back in the pillows. Right when I wanted to get up, I heard Charles cursing, then he stormed out of the kitchen.

"What the fuck?" Charles hissed and stopped in front of me, then he showed me his phone, a post from an F1 gossip account on display.

I grabbed his phone, reading through the post, my eyes widened.

"What the hell?" I frantically searched for my phone and when I finally found it I tried to call my sister. Busy. Dad. Busy. Mum. Busy. "What the actual fuck! Why is no one picking up!" I kept staring at Charles phone, as he clicked on a link, opening up an article of a big newspaper, my mind reeling when I tried to call Sissy again. Still busy. Right as I wanted to dial Dads number again I got a text from the same number that Diaz called an hour ago. With a sickening feeling in my stomach I opened the text. I swallowed hard and kept staring at the 6 words:

Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Chapter 32 - Happy anniversary, Lizzie and Charles ♥️ and what better way to celebrate than going to The Era’s Tour 🙌 but you know me by now… I can’t let them be happy for too long 👀

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HAPPY 8 YEAR ANNIVERSARY SANDERS SIDESS!!

I wish I could do more for this anniversary celebration but I have to go somewhere today and probably won’t have time to draw anything special. However, this is what I have time for since sanders sides was literally one half of my childhood and I recently got back into the hyperfixation of it. I love each of these characters to death and I’ll explain each of them in detail during this post <3

Logan: He is the best “teacher” ever! I wish he got more love from the other Sides, but the fandom definitely makes up for it. He’s a sucker for Crofters, got me into that jame btw, and he helped me learn a lot of new things! During one of my classes a teacher asked if anyone knew what a “Yerkes-Dodson Curve” was and let me tell you how I raised my hand so fast…. LOGAN MY BOI WE ALL LOVE YOU😭😭

Roman: The Man, the Prince, the Legend. He is so flamboyant I love him for that. He is the embodiment of “drama queen” and he definitely deserves that title. I loved this man to D E A T H since day one. I feel like half of me is literally his personality, and since I’m also insecure it checks out pretty well! If I was forced to only draw one Side for the REST of my life, it would be Roman in a heartbeat.

Patton: HES THE BIGGEST PUFFBALL WEVE GOT IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD AND EVERY CAN AGREE HES AMAZING AND OMFG HES SO ADORABLE AND EVERY BAD THING THAT HAPPENED TO HIM THAT HE COULDNT CONTROL SHOULDNT HAVE HAPPENED AND I ONLY WISH THE BEST FOR HIM AND HE DESERVES ALL THE COOKIES IN THE WORLD OMGGGGGGGGG- Ahem, aside all that… I do love Patton! He is like the father I wish I could have, and the childhood imaginary friend you had what you were a toddler as well! I love you to bits Patton!

Virgil: He’s a fan favorite, which is understandable. A ton of people deal with anxiety, and a lot of people love the color purple. I.. am in that group but in a slightly insane level- Not the anxiety part that’s being dealt with, but the P U R P L E. He’s my favorite BECAUSE he’s purple. When he was just black I didn’t really like him THAT much, but I saw the appeal. Once he got the purple tho, I LOVED THAT MAN. He really is a big fan favorite and I understand why. Plus he’s a silly little emo gay, who doesn’t like that?

Janus: MY SASSY BOII!!! We love to see him! We all know he loves wine, we all know he definitely needs some validation, and our boy deserves a hug. We love him, and as the saying goes “She is beauty, she is grace, she will lie right to your face.” And he is also the embodiment of…. “Girlboss, gatekeep, gaslight <3” And all of this is the truth, which is definitely gonna mess with him a lil bit :3

Remus: How do you describe your love of a character without it getting to redundant? I love this fucking trashy rat man to death and nothing will change my god damn mind. HES SO SCRUNKLY I LOVE HIM!!! HE IS THE ELBODIMENT OF THE OTHER SIDE OF ME, IM BEING DEADASS RIGHT NOW. I WILL ACTUALLY KEEP RANTING AND RANTING ABOUT HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS GOD FORSAKEN MAN. I WILL FUCKING KILL FOR HIM (if he doesn’t do it first) His outfit, his personality, HIS FUCKING MACE. HE IS THE EMBODIMENT OF CHAOS AND I LIVE FOR IT!!

Thomas: Him. Just, Him. He deserves all the love this world can possibly give him and more. Whenever he posts is always, and I mean ALWAYS during a troubling part of my life. And he can get me through any bad days I may be having. I swear this guy knows when we are sad and posts RIGHT when that happens and it brings a chuckle to us, making the day MUCH BETTER. He is an inspiration, a goal, a dream, a PARENTAL FIGURE to most of the community and I want him to know that.

@thatsthat24 HAPPY ANNIVERSARY FOR SANDERS SIDES YOU DESERVE ALL OF THE GIFTS AND LOVE THIS COMMUNITY HAS GIVEN YOU!!!!

[ltwharfy]

Recently, I was looking over my list of stories on AO3 and I realized that today is the first anniversary of when I published my first "Bob's Burgers" fic, "Surely It's Okay If I Just Tell Pancake?". In some ways, it's sort of weird to think that was only a year ago; in others, it seems weird that it happened at all.

I never thought I would write "Bob's Burgers" fanfic. It had been maybe 15 years or more since I had written any fanfic or any completed fiction writing.

Then one day I just woke up with the idea for this story in my head. Maybe it's not that surprising, since I at the time I had recently come up with the idea of rewatching all the episodes with Rudy in them. Which led to me wanting more content about him and Louise. Which led to me looking at "Bob's Burgers" fanfic and fanart again for the first time in years.

So, maybe it's only natural that I would come up with my own idea. But then I wrote it down. And shared it. And some people actually liked it.

And since then I've written 16 more "Bob's Burgers" stories. And I sometimes think about writing fics for other shows or writing original works. I've discovered that writing can be a creative outlet I enjoy again, not just a thing I have to do for work.

And then I joined this silly website, and found out how wonderful the "Bob's Burgers" fandom here is. And I've got a bunch of cool mutuals. And even made some really meaningful friendships.

And, when I was writing that first story, I found myself having a surprisingly strong emotional reaction when writing one line, which lead to me to examining what that was all about, and led to me actually addressing some stuff in my own life that I'd been ignoring for too long and hopefully growing as a person. (Which seems like a weird thing to say about a story that can be summarized as "9-year-old boy talks to stuffed fish" but I'm mentioning it because it matters to me.)

And for all those reasons, I'm so glad I wrote this story.

Finally, I reread the story for the first time in months and, it's still one of my favorite stories! I might be biased, but even after writing more stories and the show adding new details about Rudy- I still think this story is cute and sweet and captures Rudy's voice really well.

So, happy anniversary "Surely It's Okay If I Just Tell Pancake?", and thank you to everyone who's read, kudosed, and commented on it over the year!