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[monzabee]

a vettel and a schumacher walk into a bar – ms47

masterlist || part 2 ||

Summary: The one where Mick is dating Seb’s eldest daughter, but forgets to mention this to his mentor and close friend. Another problem? He can’t seem to keep his eyes (or his hands) off of you.

Pairing: mick schumacher x vettel!reader

Word Count: 3308

Warnings: sweet angel baby mick, fluff, slight angst, seb and hanna being the coolest parents ever, haas trauma, sexual innuendos (made by mick, gasp!), allusions to sex, mentions of teen pregnancy, google translate german + my dad as a german dictionary (beware!)

Request: “Could I request a smau where mick is dating Seb’s daughter but like Seb doesn’t know and he’s trying to play wingman to get the two together and when they reveal they’re together he’s like really happy for them (sorry if this is confusing I hope you get what I mean😭😂) and if you do choose to write this thank you ❤️”

Author’s Note: hi, hey, hello!! i kind of changed this request a little bit, but only because i will be doing a part 2 as a social media au to follow this in the following days, so i hope it is okay. i always enjoy reading mick fics with vettel!reader and seeing the dynamic between the couple and seb in those, so it was very fun for me to write this. thank you anon, for your request and hopefully you don’t mind that i’ve changed it a little bit. i hope you guys enjoy! good morning, noon or night wherever you are, xoxobee

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One of the cool things about you and your parents is the fact that you have a very honest relationship. Maybe it’s the fact that they had you when they were both, basically, teenagers, but there is no secrets kept on either part of the relationship. So the bad thing is, you don’t really know why and how you haven’t told your parents yet – you know, considering the fact that you do tell them everything. Your dad accidently washed and shrinked your favourite jumper? He apologizes and tells you he’ll take you shopping. You accidentally hit your car while parallel parking? You tell your mom and she tells you she’ll deal with it. You’re dating your father’s idol’s only son, who happens to be one of his friends,  and forgot to tell your dad? Yeah, that’s not that simple. 

“We need to tell him.” You say to Mick, pacing around in your room whilst he driver is sat on the couch in your parents’ living room. 

“Of course we have to tell him, but how?” Mick muses, his knee bouncing up and down with anxiety. “Jesus, how did we forget to tell him? It’s Seb!”

“I know it’s ‘Seb’! He’s also my father!” You exclaim, hands nervously going to your hair to pull at the roots. “Mick… I think I’m going to be sick.” 

“Hey, hey, no.” He shushes, getting up and walking towards you. “It’s going to be okay, hase.” He assures you while gently prying your hands from your hair. 

You scrunch your nose, a unapproving hum leaves your lips. “Why must you call me that?” 

“Because you look like a bunny when you scrunch your nose, which is always.” He explains, shrugging as he presses a kiss against your cheek and sits back down. “When you’re smiling, when you’re angry, when you’re confused, when you’re about to cu–” 

“Mick!” You exclaim, eyes widening because of the way he was about to conclude his thoughts. 

He has an innocent look on his face as he asks, “What? I was going to say when you’re about to cumulate.” He carries on the expression for a few seconds, letting the small smirk take over his lips afterwards as he eyes you. 

“I’m not letting you touch me for a week, Schumacher.” You announce, shaking your head as you leave the living room to go to the kitchen to get yourself a drink. “How’s that for cumulating?” 

“Hase, I was joking!” 

The fact that your dad is officially ‘retired’ means that you can spend much more time as a family, which makes him very happy. You make a conscious effort to be home with your sisters and parents in Switzerland when you get breaks from university so the whole family can spend some quality time together. So there you are, all five of you sat in your parents’ backyard around the patio table, enjoying an early dinner. And though you absolutely adore the time you get to spend as a family nowadays, it’s hard to partake in conversation or appear interested in the slightest when your brain is focused on a certain someone with the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen. 

“Honey, pass the salad, please?” Your father asks from the head of the table. 

You pass him the bowl without meeting his eyes, or showing any kind of interest. “Sure, dad, there you go.”

“Thanks, honey.” You dad mumbles, sharing a look with your mother and waiting for you to make another comment – he’s confused when it doesn’t come. “No comment? No rolling eyes? No ‘get it on your own, old man’? Hanna, are you seeing this? I think we finally broke Y/N!” 

Your mom rolls her eyes while lightly slapping your dad’s arm. “Are you feeling okay, kleine biene?”

“Are you sick, liebling?” Sebastian asks, and then turns to Matilda. “Do you want to check if she’s okay, Doctor?” 

“Yeah, I’m just tired, I think.” You assure them, giving a small smile to Matilda who’s already taking out her (toy) statoscope to check your heartbeat. 

“Shhh!” She shushes you as she focuses on listening to your heartbeat, and you share a knowing look with the other members of your family, all four of you intend to entertain Matilda’s new obsession. “She’s fine, papa, her heart is beating so fast!” 

“She’s sitting down, Matilda, why would her heart beat so fast?” Emily questions from her place next to your mother, shooting an unamused look to your youngest sister who sits next to you. 

“Be nice, Em.” You chastise her, shaking your head slowly. “Thank you, Doc.” You ruffle Matilda’s hair as she beams up at you. Then, you turn to your dad with a playful look on your face. “Next time, I’m not being nice and handing things to you, just so you know.” 

It’s much later, and you’re in your room working on a piece you need to get done for your art class, when your mother knocks at your door. She comes in with a calm smile on her face when you answer the door. “It almost looks finished!” She beams, standing behind your chair as she studies the piece. 

“I just need to work on the shadows… I think.” You mumble, tilting your head to the side to look at it from another perspective. “I don’t know, mama, I feel like my eyes are about to explode. Remind me why I chose art, again?” 

“I think you were going through a rebellious phase and wanted choose something furthest away from engineering.” She explains, then she takes the paintbrush in your hand and places in the cup filled with water which you used to rinse out your brush. “I wanted to speak to you about something.” 

“Oh god, this takes me back to high school.” You whine, spinning in your chair to look at her. “Am I in trouble?” 

“Honey, you’re past the point where I can tell you you’re in trouble or not.” She takes a deep breath. “I wished you would stay my little girl forever, but unfortunately, you grew up to be this kind, considerate young woman I hardly recognise anymore.” She jokes as she sits down across from you on your bed. 

“Good thing we still have Emmy and Tilly, then.” You smile, pointing to the door. “Are they asleep?”

She chuckles. “They went out immediately, your dad was telling them the story of the ‘Happy Tree’.” 

Your hands move towards your cheeks, a laugh escaping you. “Oh no, not the story of the ‘Happy Tree’.” ‘Happy Tree’ being a childhood story your dad made up to put you to sleep when you were particularly being difficult as a kid, the entire story aiming to put you to sleep by being the most boring thing you’ve ever heard. You’re pretty sure at some part of the story your dad just counts – claiming that it is the age rings of the ‘Happy Tree’. 

“Yeah, they didn’t stand a chance.” Hanna laughs. “Now, tell me what’s been bothering you.” 

“Nothing, mama, really. I’m just stressed because I need to finish this before I go back.” You try your best to assure her. “Where’s dad anyway?”

She waves her hand and shrugs. “Who knows? He was going to talk to Mick before we went to bed the last time I saw him.” 

“Mick?” You ask – a little too quickly for your mom to not notice the way your cheeks light up at the mention of the driver. You fake a cough to hide the any noticeable reactions. “I didn’t know he was back.”

Hanna eyes you with a suspicious look. “I think his plane landed a few hours ago, he took an earlier one.” 

“Oh, okay then.” You mumble, your expression visibly falling tells your mother everything she needs to know. 

“I thought you’d be happier to hear that he’s back, honey.” You mother tells, you confused. 

“I am– I mean, we’re friends.” You shrug. 

“Just friends?” Your mother asks, expecting for you to finally admit your feelings for the boy. 

You take a deep breath and look at your mom with a guilty expression. “Mama, I have to tell you something.”

“Lieber Gott, stay right there,” She exclaims, running out of your room, “I’m going to get ice-cream!” Needless to say, your mother is very happy to hear that you’re in a relationship with your boyfriend.

After Mick’s plans of surprising you were ruined by your mom, the two of you decide to spend the weekend together to make up for the past two weeks Mick’s been away. Since you can’t tell your dad where you’re actually going, you tell him that you’re going camping with some of your friends from high school; you mom gives you a knowing look, and a shake of her head. Though it makes you feel guilty, you promise yourself that you will talk to Mick this weekend and come clean to your father afterwards about the fact that the two of you are dating. 

So there the two of you are, laying in his bed on a Saturday morning after the not so innocent activities of last night. There is an unusual feeling of heaviness across your chest when you wake up, which causes you to wake up groggier than usual. Your eyes are unfocused at first, causing you to scrunch up your face in discomfort as you try and get used to the light in the room. Once your eyes are feeling better, you let them look around Mick’s  bedroom, which is surprisingly tidy for a man, you realize. Eventually your eyes fall on the sleeping driver next to you, on his stomach while his arm is pinning you down on the bed next to him. You let your body twists towards Mick, seeking the warmth of his body even though the covers over your body provides the same. Even in his sleepy state, he accommodates your body, pulling you towards him and cuddling you in a way which makes you feel as if you’re in a safe cocoon consisting of Mick. Your eyes close by themselves, the warmth surrounding you combined with Mick’s steady breathing lulling you into another sleep, when his fingers start to draw mindless shapes across your naked back and there is a small smile on his face as if he’s trying to keep his laughter in. 

“You’re watching me, hase.” He mumbles, keeping his eyes closed even though he lets you know he’s awake. “It’s creepy.” 

“No it’s not.” You argue with a small pout on your face. “You watch me sleep all the time when you wake up early to work out.” 

“How would you know if you’re sleeping?” He asks, his arm pulling you even closer to his body. 

You laugh, lifting a finger to trace his facial features as you mumble. “You not denying it gives me all the approval I need.” You’re almost done with his lips when he nips at the skin and then presses a soft kiss as an apology, making you giggle as you watch him sleepily. 

“Morning, liebe.” Mick croaks out, his eyes opening and slowly focusing on you as they get use to the light. 

You smile at him going through the same thing you did just minutes ago, pressing a small kiss to his lower lip and leaning your forehead against his. “Morning, Mickey.” 

He smiles back at you at your use of the nickname, his groan making you smile even wider and consequently scrunching up your face. “There’s my smile.” He murmurs, lifting your chin with his fingers and pressing his lips to yours. Unlike your earlier kiss, he deepens it by sliding his tongue into your mouth, and smiles into the kiss as you let out a small moan voicing your approval. When he does eventually pull back, there is an amused smile on his face as you chase his lips for more. “More? Didn’t I do a good job last night?”

You laugh mischievously as you shake your head ‘no’, which causes his eyes to darken in return as he slides his fingers down to your neck to wrap his hand around it gently. “Don’t blame yourself, I know you’ve missed me so you were excited last night.” 

“I did miss you,” He affirms, eyes still locked to yours as his gaze carries a sense of seriousness. “But I’m not doing a good enough job if you’re asking for more, am I?” He tightens his hand, although not by much that it cuts of your circulation, but enough to erase your playful expression. “Can’t have my girl dissatisfied.” 

“Mick,” You moan, his name coming from your mouth encouraging him to move down on your body towards where you need the most. But although you need him, you are reminded by grave reality where the two of you need to come clean to your father. “My mother knows.” The words come out from your mouth slurred together, as if you are in a hurry to get them out before they explode within you. 

Mick’s eyes widen so much that you worry they are going to pop out from their sockets. He quickly takes his hand off from around your neck and scrambles to get off of you, quickly letting himself fall on the bed and turn to you in a sitting position while clutching his grey sheets around the lower half of his body. “You told your– Well, that’s good isn’t it? How did she react?” 

“She was happy, Mick. So, so happy.” You tell him, deciding not to make him suffer after seeing the slight insecurity in his eyes. “You know they both adore you.” You take a deep breath, worry seeping into your expression. “I just don’t want my dad to think we’ve kept this from him on purpose.” 

“He won’t, hase.” He shakes his head and he lies down on the bed, his body turned towards you. “You know how much he loves you; he won’t think we deliberately hid this from him.” 

“I hope so.” You sigh, cuddling into his body as you keep on mumbling. “I’ve never kept a secret from him my entire life, Mick. I can’t keep hiding us.” 

There is a determined look on his face as he speaks. “You won’t have to; we’ll tell him when I drive you back.” 

“But… I drove here in my own car?” You point out. 

“Then I’ll have to drive you back in your own car, darling.” 

Your hands are shaky when the two of you stand in front of the front door to your parents’ house. It’s weird to think how nervous you are to enter the house, given the fact that it is the house you spend most of your life in, and that Mick has been over a thousand times as your guest and as your parents’. You take a deep breath as you enter the house and call out to your parent’s, “I’m home!” 

There’s a silence before an answer comes, “We’re in the kitchen!”

You and Mick share look as the two of you walk towards the kitchen, his hand is on the small of your back the entire time as a support. You stick your head through the kitchen door to see your parents sitting on the island, looking through some architectural design magazine. Sebastian smiles at you as he sees you enter the kitchen. “Hello, honey, why are you back so early? I thought you were going to camp all weekend.” 

There is a guilty expression on your face as you link your hands behind your back, just as you used to do when you got in trouble as a kid. “I didn’t go camping this weekend, dad.” 

“You didn’t?” He asks, confused. He turns back at you after he shares a look with your mom. “Where were you, then?”

You stay silent as you take a couple steps back to pull a guilty-looking Mick into the kitchen. “I was with Mick.” You mumble. 

The change of expressions on your dad’s face is interesting – first it turns confused, then enlightened, and worried, and then confused again. You hear him ask, “The guy you’re dating is Mick?”

“You knew I was dating someone?” You turn to your mom with a sense of betrayal. “Mama!”

“I didn’t tell him anything!” She defends herself, at the same time your dad exclaims; “You knew she was dating him?” 

He then turns you with a sad look in his eyes. “You told your mother but not me?” 

“I didn’t mean for this to happen–” You try to explain, but then turn to your boyfriend with an overwhelmed groan. “Help me!”

“We forgot!” Mick exclaims, there is an apprehensive look on his face. “It just happened so fast and we forgot to tell you, but it’s not that we wanted to keep it from you.” 

“When– When did this happen?” Sebastian asks as he shakes his head slowly, trying to comprehend the situation. 

“Last year in Abu Dhabi, after you told me I should stay for a bit.” You explain, somehow scooting yourself closer to Mick without being aware of doing do. 

“I did this?” Your dad asks. Then, he turns to your mom and grabs his cheeks with his hand. “Oh no, honey, as if that was my entire plan the whole time.” 

“Wait a minute– what?” You ask him, jaw slacked. 

“You planned all of this?” Mick asks your father with the same amount of shock. 

“Oh come on,” Your dad laughs. “The two of you already fancied each other long before I got involved – and it turned out to be fine!” 

“Papa!” You exclaim, eyes widening. “This is real life; you can’t strategize with people’s relationships!” 

“I’m so confused right now.” Mick mumbles to you, which earns him a glare. 

“What would have happened if we didn’t end up together?” You ask Sebastian, which melts his hear to hear paired with the concerned look on your face. 

“Then you would’ve stayed good friends.” He replies with a shrug. “Honey, I could see that you both clearly had feelings each other and that’s why I decided to play the matchmaker, you have nothing to worry about.” 

“He’s right, hase.” Mick sighs, as he wraps his arm around your shoulders. “I mean, his plan worked.” 

“I know it worked.” You grumble. “Do you know how guilty I felt because I didn’t tell you when it happened in the first place?” 

“Good,” Your dad nods. “It shows that I’ve raised a good kid.” 

You sigh as you watch your parents laugh over the incident, Mick joining them a few moments later which prompts you to do the same. Your mom gets up from her place as she turns towards the two of you. “Do you guys wanna stay for dinner? We were about to make burgers.” 

“Oh yeah, dad owes us plenty of those after the emotional damage he put us through.” You announce, kissing Mick on the cheek and joining your mom to help her prepare dinner. 

“I like retirement,” Your dad mumbles to himself. 

“I give you one season, old man.” You smirk. “You won’t be able to stay behind when you’ve been behind a wheel since you were eight years old.” 

“She’s got you there, Seb.” Mick laughs as he takes a place on the island. 

“Oh no, is Mick taking your side going to be an ongoing thing?” Sebastian asks with a grimace. 

“What can I say?” Mick shrugs. “I am a good boyfriend.”

“The best.” You agree, while you lock eyes across the room. Your parents share a knowing look between the two of them. Needless to say, it turns out that your dad is also very happy to ‘learn’ that you’re dating Mick. 

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#5

Home Race And Heartbreak

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: You and Charles kept your relationship a secret but you needed Charles after you crashed into the barrier and he didn’t care who saw.

Warnings: mentions of a crash (no description) French translated from google so don’t bite me if it’s wrong 😂

A/N: First time writing for Charles Leclerc and first time since I was 12 that I’ve written for someone that isn’t a fictional character so please be nice 🥺 Feedback is appreciated 🖤

Any excitement you had for your home race had been snuffed out. The corners of your lips tugged into a smile as Charles flew across the line qualifying in P1 for the British GP, but the smile was fake and didn't reach your eyes, it was all for the camera.

You hid your emotions well, wanting to be happy for your team mate and boyfriend. Not that anyone knew you and Leclerc were dating, it was something you both wanted to keep private, away from the cameras. But it was hard on days like this when you desperately craved the comfort of his arms.

“Great race, Charles. P1”

You purposely tuned out the hustle and bustle of the pits, letting out a loud heavy sigh as you pushed yourself off the stool, swiping your smokes off the counter as you moved. You needed a moment alone before the embarrassment continued with talks with the press.

The rumble of Charles’ F1-75 ran through your body as you leant against the wall of the pits, a lit cigarette hanging from between your lips. Watching as everyone buzzed around him as he climbed out of the car. To the world his smile was bright but you knew better, it didn’t quite reach his eyes and he hid the sadness well.

He knew how much this race meant to you with it being in your home country, so he knew that you would be distraught about the DNF, placing at the back of the grid for tomorrow's race.

You should have been up in P2 with him, you were one track for a good time but fate had other decisions for you. Squeezing your eyes closed, your brain flashed up with images of the crash. The feeling of slamming into the wall would be something you wouldn’t forget in a hurry, nor would the painful screams from your boyfriend after you heard the panic in his voice when listening back to the team radio.

Part of you was happy for your boyfriend getting pole position but it still didn’t numb the heartbreak you were feeling.

Tears threatened to spill over your lash line, you were trying your hardest not to break down trackside the last thing you wanted was to be caught on camera.

The moment you locked eyes with your Monégasque racer, a single tear rolled down your cheek as you flashed him a weak smile.

Nothing else mattered to Charles right now, he didn’t want to be making small talk with the pit crew, all he wanted to do was pull you into his arms.

Without thinking he jumped off his car, pushing through the crowd to get to his girl. Luckily the pair of you had plenty of experience with hugging after races making it look just like team mates.

Breaking eye contact with him you tossed the cigarette into the sand bucket, keeping your gaze trained on the floor. The feeling of Charles’ knuckles brushing against your cheek wiping away a stay tear made your resolve crumble.

“Mon amour, you scared me back there,” He hummed, not caring that the whole world was probably watching. “My heart practically stopped when I found out it was you that went into the wall. Are you sure you are okay?”

“Yeah,” you sighed heavily, “no broken bones, just a bruised ego.”

“Are you going to be okay with the interviews?” Concern shining in his eyes.

“Gotta be done, ain’t it. Can’t avoid it.” You sighed, fiddling with your race suit. “Just wanna go home now.”

Charles knew what you meant by home, it wasn’t the small flat you had in England but it was his home in Monaco.

He knew this would have majorly knocked your confidence and he hated that the sparkle from your eyes had disappeared.

The interviews were long and gruelling, everyone kept asking the same question.

“What went wrong out there?”

So by the time the question was asked the final time of the session you snapped.

“Bottled it didn’t I,” your mood had been drained to the point of not caring whether you snapped or not. “Binned it into the corner, rookie fucking move. I made a call and you know what it was the wrong fucking wrong.” Your British accent was thick as you spewed the words out, watching as the reporter took a step back, shocked at your outburst.

“Okay, I think Y/N/L has answered enough questions today.” Charles breathed, swooping in like a hero.

Silently you shot him a thankful look.

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#4

Laughter Is The Best Medicine

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: Group interviews always ended in chaos and lots of laughter

Requested by anon: Heyy i was wondering if you could write a dirver!reader x charles fic where the reader is bastfriends with one of the drivers and they are doing an interview and it is one of those where none of them can stop laughing or something (yuki, pierre , mick , lando , daniel?? Idk which one you would like) I just want something fulffy with charles and others.

A/N google translate has been used a lot in this so if it is wrong blame google 😂 I’d love to hear your feedback 🖤

Drumming your fingers on the counter of the on-site coffee shop you waited rather impatiently for the round of coffees. Flicking your eyes between your phone screen and the barista getting more annoyed as the time ticked on. You were late for the group interview that had started five minutes ago.

“Any chance we can speed this up?” You asked, watching as a photo of you and Pierre flashed up on your screen making you groan at the incoming call. “Je sais, je sais, ne m'éclate pas les couilles. (I know, I know, don't bust my balls)” You laughed while pressing the phone against your ear.

“À quelle heure appelles-tu ça? (What time do you call this)” He said in a stern voice, with the sound of laughter coming from the rest of the room, causing you to roll your eyes. “We know you wouldn’t be on time. What’s more important than us?”

“One word, coffee.” You said taking all emotion out of your voice.

“Oh merde, ouais ne fais pas obstacle à son café. (Oh shit, yeah don't stand in the way of her coffee)” Charles’ voice appeared.

“Si vous ne vous taisez pas, aucun de vous n'aura de café, connards. (If you don't shut up none of you will be getting coffee, assholes)” you scoffed, nodding at the barista whilst you managed to grab the tray of four drinks. “I’m on my way now, if anyone is sitting in my beanbag I will kick you in the balls.”

The line soon went dead causing you to roll your eyes again, it was official you were working with children. You knew you would get a bollocking from the team principal for being late to another interview but in your eyes it wasn’t important at least you turned up on time for practices, qualifying and the races. At least this was a group interview with your friends, these were better than single interviews.

After what felt like an age you pushed open the door to where the interview was being held. Just as you thought you were greeted by whistles and cheers.

“And her majesty has arrived. Pierre smirked.

“Suck my dick Gasly.” You glared, flipping him off causing the room to arrive.

“We all know who does the dick sucking in this room, sweetheart.” He winked, taking his coffee from the tray.

“And the children are back together.” Charles dramatically sighed, looking up from the beanbag. Your beanbag.

“Pense que tu es au mauvais siège, Leclerc (Think you are in the wrong seat, Leclerc)” You said, narrowing your eyes at your boyfriend.

“Can we get started? We are on a tight schedule as it is.” The interviewer huffed. One look at the interviewer told you she was not happy with your lateness.

“Okay then”, you mumbled under your breath as Charles pulled you down on his knees, wrapping his arm around your waist as you pressed a soft kiss against his cheek. Causing Pierre, and Carlos to gag.

“Just give them a minute,” Carlos laughed, “give them a moment to be lovey dovey.”

You could see the irritation radiating from the interviewer which made you smirk. It was a fun pastime of yours, winding people up who were jealous because of who you were dating or that you were the only female F1 driver.

“How does it work with you being in Alpha Tauri yet dating someone from Ferrari. I mean you are looking very red and white today.” The male interview asked, nodding at your white waist suit tied around your waist and the Ferrari hoodie that was obviously Charles’ due to the size.

“We are very competitive, but we both support each other.” You smiled, running your thumb over Charles’ hand. “Yes it’s hard but we make it work. We celebrate the highs and comfort in the lows. It’s all about communication.”

“It’s because they are so loved up it makes me want to puke.” Pierre grinned, causing you to flip him off again.

“So one of the burning questions we have to ask is for your Y/N,” the male reporter asked with a massive grin on his face. “Why did you choose your race number to be 69?”

“It’s just cheeky,” you smirked before taking a sip of your coffee. “This job is so serious so I thought I would let my cheekiness shine through.”

“Not because it’s her favourite position.” Pierre piped in causing the whole room to erupt with laughter.

Once again the female interviewer rolled her eyes at the comment. “Quickly moving on,” she muttered, looking at Pierre. “So what’s it like having a female as your teammate?”

The smirk on his face told you that he was going to use this opportunity to rip the shit out of you and potentially reveal to the world some secrets.

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1,179 notes - Posted September 7, 2022

#3

I Will Never Stop Loving You || Part Three

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Final Part

Summary: It was the last race of the season but there was one thing missing for Charles.

Part One || Part Two

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️

Softly you closed the back door behind you after going for a smoke, making your way around the kitchen you flicked the kettle on before getting out two mugs. One for you and one for your dad. Ever since your call with Charles on Lucy’s birthday things had started to change, you didn’t cry as much and you were hiding yourself away from the world.

You put a post up on your social media apologising for your sudden absence and any orders that had been placed would be fulfilled but you weren't accepting new orders.

“Kiddo, you are gonna miss it if you don’t hurry up.” Your dad shouted from the living room.

“Be through in a min, making a coffee.” You smiled, just as the kettle finished boiling.

Charles had been respectful of you needing space so any contact you had was because you sent the first message. But most of it was wishing him luck for the rest of the season.

Entering the living room you placed the two mugs on the coffee table before flopping on the sofa, picking up your sketch pad as you made yourself comfy on the sofa.

The moment Charles appeared on the screen for the pre-quali interview, you were sure your heart skipped a beat. He looked better than he did on the call, like he actually managed to get some decent sleep and the fire was back in his eyes.

Pulling your phone out you pulled up the conversation with Charles, letting your fingers dart across the screen.

To Charliebear 🐻❤️

Good luck this weekend, smash it like I know you can. Doesn’t matter if you come first or last as long as you put your all into it then that’s all that matters. We will be watching from the sofa x

Charles was in the middle of the interview when he pulled his phone out of his pocket, glancing at the screen when a genuine smile crossed his face as he read your text.

“Well, someone knows how to make you smile.” The interviewer said.

“Yeah, they really do.” He nodded, slipping his phone back in his pocket before winking at the camera.

You felt a smile tug at the corner of your lips as you dropped your gaze to the sketch pad on your lap. Suddenly the world felt like it was going to be right again one day.

“Did you just text him?” Dad asked with a big grin on his face.

“Don’t know what you are talking about.” You shrugged hearing your phone go off. Glancing at the screen you saw Charles had text back sending a string of red hearts and blowing kiss faces.

For the next couple of weeks you had started texting Charles more, at first it started with texting good luck for the race, then it was texting him after the race until you found yourself starting to text him throughout the days. Asking how things were going, what he was up to, telling him about your day etc.

Everyone had noticed a change in you, your smile was coming back and so was the sparkle in your eyes. Everyday your heart called out for Charles, each day that passed you missed him even more.

As you were lying in bed one Friday night rewatching One Tree Hill, you saw your phone ringing out the corner of your eyes. Grabbing the remote you turned the TV down before accepting the FaceTime call from Charles.

“Tout va bien? Everything okay?” You asked, adjusting your position in bed so you were now leaning against the headboard.

“Je ne peux pas dormir. I can’t sleep.” He sighed, running his hand over his face. “J'espère que ça ne te dérange pas que j'appelle. Hope you don't mind me calling.”

“Not at all, I was only watching TV anyway.” You smiled, pausing your comfort show.

“Let me guess, One Tree Hill.” He smirked, propping his phone up on the nightstand.

“No, I was urm watching,” you paused trying to think of another show but your mind went blank. “Okay, yes One Tree Hill.”

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1,257 notes - Posted September 13, 2022

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Before Sunrise He's Your Child

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Charles Leclerc Masterlist

Summary: The season was now over and it was finally time to go on that family vacation

Warnings: Children

A/N Kept this one short and sweet

Requested By Anon // hii, i would like to ask for a fic with dad charles, something like the reader and him with the kids on vacation

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️

The sound of your son letting the door to his room slam stirred your sleep, you didn’t need to open your eyes to check the time to know it was far too early for him to be awake. Burying your head into the soft pillow you reach your arm out nudging your husband trying to get him to wake.

“Your son is awake.” you groaned, continuing to tap his bare torso.

“My son?” he mumbled, still half asleep as he reached for his phone, checking the time, squinting at the brightness of the screen.

“Before sunrise he’s your child.”

Charles couldn’t help but let out a throaty chuckle as you quoted the lion king to him. Propping himself up against the headboard he palmed at his eyes trying to rub the sleep away. The only sound that could be heard was your soft breathing signaling you had fallen back asleep and the sound of CJ wandering around the living room of the hotel room. Charles leant over pressing a kiss against your bare shoulder, silently thanking himself for reminding you to put your vest top on just in case he ended up in bed with you guys after your late night activities.

“Papa.” CJ squealed running into the bedroom.

Charles winced at how loud the mini version of himself was being, especially this early in the morning.

“Maman dort encore, petit homme, tu dois chuchoter d'accord. Mama's still sleeping, little man, you gotta whisper okay.” Charles said softly, pulling his finger to his lips.

“Sorry, Papa.” he whispered, as he made his way over the side of the bed where Charles was.

“Why are you awake so early?” Charles asked, wrapping his arms around the six year old, scooping him up and lifting him onto the bed.

CJ snuggled between his father’s legs as Charles pulled the duvet over the both of them, hoping to get his son to settle back down considering it was just gone 4am.

“Je suis excité, papa. Nous sommes à Disney. I'm excited, dad. We are at Disney.” CJ whispered. “I didn’t want to be late for breakfast with Mickey Mouse.”

Charles swore his heart burst at the cuteness of his son, for the last month he had been so excited for this two week trip.

“I would never let you be late to have breakfast with Mickey.” Charles hummed, pressing a kiss to the top of his son’s head. He heard the tiny yawn that escaped from CJ’s lips making him chuckle. “How about we try and get some more sleep, little man. Then you won’t be tired meeting Mickey.”

“Pinky promise we won’t be late?” CJ asked, leaning his head back looking up at his father.

“Je promets. I promise.” Charles smiled, moving so CJ could snuggle between the pair of you.

Charles laid there wrapping his arms protectively around his son, stroking his dark hair trying to lull him back to sleep. Soon enough his son was flat out, leaving Charles lying there with a large smile on his face. This was the time he was looking forward to, no stress about racing, no stressing you out when there were bad crashes. He could finally spend some uninterrupted time with his family.

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1,490 notes - Posted October 6, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I Will Never Stop Loving You

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: You had never seen Charles lose it like he did tonight, it was a side of him you didn’t know. But you never expect the evening to end like it did.

Requested by anon: I was wondering if you could write a fic where the reader and charles are arguing and she flinches during the argument and charles doesnt know what to do ( or maybe he does 🤷‍♀️ idk i am just a really flinchy person and some of it because i cant see properly😅 and some of it is because trauma

Warnings: flinching during argument, mention of physical injury from a car crash, mention of car crash. Google translate has been used a lot.

A/N I got carried away with this - there will be another two parts coming. As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️

Today had been a complete disaster, not only were you involved in a car accident on the way to the race but Charles lost the race following another string of mistakes from the Ferrari team. That wasn’t even the worst part, it was the fact Charles hadn’t even asked you if you were okay. He was too focused on spewing profanities about the race and the team, granted you didn’t tell him about the accident mainly because you didn’t want him to worry about it during the race. If he crashed it would have been ten times worse than someone t-boning you at a junction. But he hadn’t even noticed the bruising that had formed against your skin, the butterfly stitches along your hairline, your bust lip or the bandage that was tightly wrapped around your thigh which peaked out of your dress.

So you sat there in silence, staring at your phone screen mindlessly scrolling through your Instagram account, humming in agreement every so often.

“Are you even listening?” He said, snapping you out of your daze.

“Yeah, of course.” You nodded, locking your phone praying he didn’t ask what he was saying. But luck wasn’t on your side today.

“What did I say then?”

“Fuck,” you mumbled under your breath. “Something ‘bout the fuck up with the tyres.”

“See you weren’t listening.” He scoffed, keeping his eyes on the road as the rain poured from the sky. He didn’t say anything else after that and an uncomfortable silence fell across the two of you.

Tears burned your eyes but you refused to let them fall, it was just the stress of the day you kept telling yourself but Charles was getting more and more snappy. The smallest thing would set him off and you knew it was due to the stress of the season but that didn’t mean you liked it.

In fact it broke your heart seeing how beaten down your fiancé was and there was nothing you could do. Leaning your head against the window of the rental car you stared out into the darkness as Charles drove through the streets.

You knew he would reach breaking point but what scared you the most was the dull look in his eyes. You had hardly seen him recently, most of the days he kept himself busy on the simulator, working out and stressing over strategies.

The man you fell in love with was no longer standing in front of you.

Squeezing your eyes closed as Charles pulled into the garage of the hotel, quickly parking the car before jumping out leaving you sitting there in the front seat.

Letting out a shaky breath you undid your seat belt, wincing as you pulled yourself out of the car, your weight transferring onto your recently stitched up thigh. Blinking back the tears you slowly followed Charles, you couldn’t move too fast due to the limp you currently had.

“Can you slow down please.” You said softly, watching as Charles looked over his shoulder.

“Just want to get up to the room.” He said, any emotion in his voice had been replaced with exhaustion.

“Okay.” You nodded, biting your lip as you tried to quicken your pace.

Once again you were met with an uncomfortable silence as you stood side by side in the elevator. Charles still not noticing your injuries.

Running your hand over your face you just hoped tomorrow was a better day even if you knew you were only kidding yourself.

As soon as the elevator stopped on the floor you were staying on Charles rushed out without waiting for you. Sadness washed over your body as once again it was going to feel like spending a night with a stranger and not the man you loved.

Slowly you made your way into the room, dumping your bag by the door, it still blew you away with the hotels you stayed at, they were more like apartments than the standard hotel room but you knew you shouldn’t have expected anything less.

The air had become stale between you and Charles and it was only a matter of time before things fully blew up.

“Where were you today?” He said leaning against the counter top, his knuckles going white from his grip.

Rolling your eyes, you let the fridge door slam behind you as you slowly unscrewed the cap of the water bottle.

“Now you care.” You said quietly, causing him to spin around.

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1,803 notes - Posted September 12, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

[onigiri-dorkk]

Goals + updates for 2023!

(plus sneak-talks into my future fics!)

ALRIGHT RIVAMIKA FRIENDS! This evening (now that I've finally come back from my short New Year's trip... as well as recovered from major car sickness on the way back home l o l), my birthday-week-and-writing-sabbatical (😂) officially begins!

If you've been following, I've been hustling since November with my IRL workload and it has taken time away from writing and fandom things, so I had planned that from January 1st for a whole entire week I will dedicate my time to rest in the form of writing. No work, no emails, no ads...

NOTHING except sitting in coffeeshops or beautiful places and writing stories from my heart again.

During the holidays I had a couple of technically free days, so I wanted to get a one-shot in to get myself ready and warm up for this week (and then produced last week's one-shot, The Perfect Brew, which might mark my all-time favorite one-shot I've written so far).

The hard part was deciding what the heck to focus on and commit to. I thought about keeping it free, but knew it would lead to more one-shots, which is fine too.

But after I came back home and rested, I sorted through my WIP's (which, at this point, I actually have 7! I just forgot about 4 of them omg) and I rediscovered a WIP in my Google Docs I loved and forgot about, and that is the orphanage fic.

I don't think I've shared much about it just yet, but it will be a multi-chapter fic set after Season 3, and both Historia's orphanage and castle will play a big role in the plot for Levi, Mikasa and the Scouts. Obviously I don't think I will complete the entire fic just in this week (sheesh... I can't even imagine?!) but I aim to make a good dent in it and hopefully publish something by my birthday weekend :) I believe this is the one I want to make the most progress in, and hopefully get something published from it, though I can't promise timely updates the way you got Microcosmos every week or two.

Also on the back burner that I might trudge through this week is the Ackerman (Kenny, Levi, Mikasa) short-fic, and a post-war reunion fic that will likely be a long-fic. Then deeeeeep in my backburner is also a post-war long-fic that will circle around Levi and Mikasa and gang as Paradis refugees; I foresee this as something that will be a lot darker and angstier.

I'm honestly just excited for starting 2023 dedicating passion-time to writing; it feels like me saying YES to dedicating this full year to growing as a writer. I only began writing in May so it's strange that I haven't even hit a full year of doing so... But knowing that 2023 is starting and ending with me in love with writing is just exciting. I'm PUMPED. I have other ideas (maybe starting a Rivamika-specific writers' accountability group, etc) but I'll save all of that for another time hehe.

All this to say, thank you to all of my fandom friends I've made here who have encouraged me and brought me soooo much joy and inspiration literally on the daily. You don't understand how much your presence here has helped me in my real daily life, and has sustained this newfound inspiration. It makes writing and creating art not feel like an echo-in-a-chamber. To have real people enjoying what we create together, encouraging each other in the process, and sharing their joys for it, it's just sooo important and meaningful. Thank you all!! I will continue to ~dedicate my heart~ to creating art in lots of forms for our lil community here. :)

Please look forward to another year of Onigiri's proud hyper-fixation on Rivamika ;)

(P.S. I can see my nighttimes being filled with reading all of y'alls fanfics that I haven't gotten to read yet!!! PLS!! I CANT WAIT!)

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

THE PROBLEM THAT STARTS WITH “B”

Prompt: Y/N is on the most stressful week of her life,with everything going wrong at work,her number one enemy(Barbara) always getting the best of everything and Y/N’s boyfriend Roman on tour with the WWE she thinks life couldn’t get any worse,except that,that’s about to change when she encounters Barbara flirting with a very familiar Samoan.

Word Count: I don’t even know at this point to be honest with y’all..

Pairing: Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: +18, smut,rough sex,cursing,car sex,praise,unprotected sex,jealousy,slight angst.

Notes: Ok so if you,like your girl here,is Latina you’ve most certainly grew up watching Telenovelas (also known as a Latina’s first true love). So to really picture Barbara, all you have to do is remember Patricia Fernández from Yo Soy Betty,La Fea (but you know,the 1999 Colombian version please! With Lorna Paz as Patty)one of my all time favorite Telenovelas EVER!!! If all of my previous words make so sense to you at all,just Google it,you’ll get it! I just feel like to really capture Barbara’s spirit we all have to hold hands and remember the beautiful (yet dumb and bitchy) Patricia Fernández. Also I have nothing against Barbara’s ok?! 😂 and yes I think stereotypes are a dumb way to categorize people,women are strong and beautiful no matter what shape,size,sexual orientation,hair,skin tone they’ve got!We’re also free to present our selves out there as we please,BUT,this is a FICTIONAL STORY you know? So the typical stereotypes are needed sometimes!Alright with that being said: Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories typing ‘masochist writes’ on the search bar on my page and my newest story as a fixed post.Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

I sighed loudly once the elevator started to slowly make its way to the lobby. *Thank God for Friday’s! I couldn’t stand be in that office for one more goddamn minute.*

To say that I’ve had a bad week was an understatement... I couldn’t sleep properly through out the whole week,I was stressed due work,my boyfriend is a professional wrestler so he’s out of town;which means I’ll have another miserable weekend without him;being able to only hear his voice through a phone call and have FaceTime sex,how fucking great is that?! And as if I wasn’t frustratedly angry already I also had to put up with Barbara being a pain in the ass all week,due to her new promotion. Now let me introduce you to Barbara - The Bitch: she is the incarnation of the stereotype platinum blonde,long silky hair,double d cups *cough-silicone-cough*,blue eyes,luscious lips,golden skin,size 0 and not one gram of fat on her body...you know the typical beautiful as a model but dumb as a door type. I swear to you that girl has zero brain cells! She’s been working in this company for 6 months and is already in her third promotion. Now mind you,I’ve been working here for four years and I’ve had only one promotion so far;which I had to bust my ass off to get it by the way! So you can’t really blame me (or the whole fucking company for that matter!) to think that she “slept her way through her promotions”. And the cherry on top of the cake of course was the fact that she has recently found out who my boyfriend is and keeps making some very “indecent” (for lack of a better word) thirsty comments about him EVERY TIME she sees me,and let’s just say I’m a short tempered woman and I was about to burst out at any minute now!

As much as I would not like to admit,her comments were starting to affect me... Roman has never gave me any reason to doubt his fidelity or love,but ever since she started to bug me about him I was slowly becoming kind of paranoid..when he didn’t answer his phone instead of thinking he might be busy I thought he was cheating on me,when our FaceTime calls were short I thought he was dismissing me to be with another woman,hell I was even having nightmares about him leaving me for Barbara - The Bitch!

Fuck,if I’m being honest,she fitted him better than I did! She was perfectly sculpted and beautiful,just like him. And I was a medium height,medium length hair (but not a size medium for sure!), with a pair of a handful-ish boobs,love handles(not a flat tummy..Not even if I suck it in hard!), a curvy body (some would even say too curvy), wide hips, thick thighs (I couldn’t have a thigh gap not even if my life depended on it) and a large big ass (that always made shopping for jeans a living hell!)

So yeah you can say that The Bitch has found my kryptonite (as matter of fact who was it) and was mercilessly using it against me and man was I feeling the effects...

The elevator door opened and I stepped out to the lobby only to encounter a sight that made me see crimson red.

Roman was standing near the reception chairs looking insanely hot and also kind of...discomfortable?? When my eyes roamed further down I’ve found the reason why. Barbara - The Bitch was shamelessly flirting with him while one of her hands dangerously roamed close to his abs,and I shit you not, I became one of those lioness’s you see on a Discovery Channel’s documentary with my eyes deadly fixed on the prey - The Bitch- that was about to be killed. I aimed for the back of her neck and was getting ready for my deadly attack when a large Samoan figure blocked my sight.

“Baby girl!” He grabbed me by my waist and lifted me of the ground in a tight bear hug “I missed you so much kitten” he pecked my lips and kissed his way down my neck. If I was on a regular day, the slightest contact of his lips upon my skin would be enough to make me forget about everything,but now? All I could do was froze in place and stare at my prey who was a short distance of reach looking at disbelief to Roman who’ve had ignored her completely once he saw me. I was pulled out of my trance by his warm voice

“Y/N?...Baby girl?”

“What?” That sounded harshly than I intended to

“Whoa, are you ok?”

“What do you think?” I looked into his lovely brown eyes who were now full of confusion.

“Kitten,why are you talking to me like that? Did I do something wrong?” The slight defensive tone his voice took,for some reason made me even more mad.

“No Roman! It’s what you didn’t do!”

I freed myself from his grip and made my way to the parking lot. It took a heartbeat for him to be at my side.

“Babe what’s that suppose to mean? ‘Cuz you gotta help me out here.”

“Roman just save it ok?! I know she’s a better fit for you,I’m not blind,so just go there and be with her!”

“Better fit for me?..What are-“ He stopped in his tracks and grabbed my arm “Y/N, is this because of that girl in the lobby?”

I looked at him in disbelief

“That girl in the lobby, was Barbara!” I angrily said

“The Bitch?”

“Yes Roman,The Bitch!”

I freed my arm from his grip and unlocked the car doors.

“Kitten..”

“Roman just shut up,will you?! Shut the fuck up and go back to your flirting session with that cunt!” I nearly screamed in frustration

“Ok,let’s get a few things clear now missy” his voice came from behind me,soon followed by his body locking me between the driver’s door and him.

“First of all, I was able to take this weekend off and flew here to make you a surprise,so we could have 2 lazy days,full of nudity,sex and takeouts,if I knew this behavior would be my reception I shouldn’t have bothered. Secondly I don’t want Barbara! Do you know how many girls like that we have waiting for us in the arena parking lots,clubs and hotel receptions? A shit ton! So if I wanted someone like her I wouldn’t have come here to be with you this 2 days off, I would’ve just opened my hotel room door.”

The honest harshness of his words caught me off guard,and I was for once in my life speechless. He turned me around to face him so I could see the same honesty on his eyes.

“Now I don’t know what’s got into you baby girl,but if you keep treating me like this I’m gonna be obligated to treat the matter with my bare hands” One of his big hands harshly slapped my ass, making me squeal due the surprise action.

“And fuck this attitude out of you...so are you gonna give your man a proper welcome back reception or” He turned me so my back was facing him,grabbed my hips and forcefully pulled me to his very hard bulge,so my ass was now pressed to his erection.

“You’re gonna be a brat and keep pulling up a fight with me over nothing?”

I knew it was dumb,he didn’t do nothing wrong,but this anger and frustration build up had the best of me.So I begin to try to release myself from his grip.

“You could’ve done something! You should have told her to fuck off! She fucking touched you, that’s unforgivable! Let me go damn it!”

He chuckled at my useless attempt to free myself

“I see you’ve chose the latter,that’s not a problem for me kitten,you know I love when you’re saucy!” He lifted me from the floor,opened the backseat door and shoved me inside,getting in right after,closing and locking the door,laying down on top of me trapping me once more between his large body and the backseat.

I tried to fight him off of me but it was useless.His hands grabbed my wrists and he pinned them down on top of my head.

“Yes kitten,c’mon fight me! You know how much it turns me on when you get all feisty like that” He leaned down to kiss me but I bit his lower lip.

“Fuck,you’re so hot when you’re jealous baby girl. So insanely hot! You have no idea how much I’ve missed you baby!” He secured my wrists with one hand and lift my pencil skirt up to my hips with the other one.

“Whenever I see you in these skirts I feel like I’m gonna loose my fucking mind..the way your ass looks in these,fuck babe” He began to grind his boner against my pussy.

“Looks devilish,your ass fills up the fabric so deliciously,it makes the skirt so tight on your hips,thighs and ass that makes my dick so fucking hard for you baby”

His free hand grabbed one of my boobs and squeezed hard,pinching my nipple.He leaned down again to kiss me and I accepted,who was I fooling tho?! I wanted him more than anything right now!

The kiss was carnal,needy and filled with sexual frustration.

“Roman,fuck me please”

“Already?But I was having so much fun with you like this” He teased

“Don’t be a fucking dick Roman!”

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen,can you repeat that again please? You said you want my dick,that’s it?” He chuckled

“No,you asshole! I said don’t be a-“ My words got caught on my throat when he unexpectedly entered me,stretching me so deliciously and making me feel so fucking full...he was so deep that I could swear I was feeling him on my lower belly.

“Oh fuck” We both moaned

“Fuck,I’ve missed this pussy,baby!” He begin to thrust slowly,taking his time to sweetly stretch me.

“Oh Ro,fuck me harder please” I whimper

He grab a hold of my hips,pinning me down on the backseat,and started to vigorously pound me.

Our breathing were irregular and shallow making the car widows fog up.

The only thing that came out of my mouth were incoherent babbling.

“That’s what you needed,right baby girl? A nice warm cock pounding in your pussy to make you feel better,huh?!”

I could only nod in agreement. I’ve missed him so much and he felt so good fucking me like that..it was pure heaven.

“So deep..” I whispered, he then pulled my hips up,changing the angle slightly.But that sudden change made him slide even deeper inside of me making the moan that left my lips incredibly loud,and I was sure someone should have listened,but at that moment I didn’t give a shit!

“You’re so fucking deep”

“Yeah?Does my kitten likes when bury my cock deep inside her pussy?”

“I fucking love it! I can feel every inch of you every where” I cried out

“Can you feel me here baby?” He placed one of his big hands on my lower belly,slightly up my mound and pressed down on it creating a small pressure on my uterus making me feel the head of his cock so deliciously painful poke my cervix.

“Oh my god, I’m gonna cum,fuck Ro I’m gonna cum so hard”

“Cum all over my cock kitten,fuck..you look so beautiful”

In all of our years together I have never came so hard or made such a mess to point that it leaked all over the backseat and successfully wetted the front of his jeans,as I just did.When Roman’s eyes met the mess I made all over him he came filling me up with his hot seed.

While we tried to recover our breaths we heard a knock on the backseat window.We looked at each other with fear stamped in our eyes.

“Fuck” I mouthed

“What are we gonna do?” He asked

Another knock,this time louder.

“Y/N? I know you’re in there!” The Bitch’s voice echoed from the outside of the car

“What the hell is she doing here?” Roman whispered

“I don’t know,but there’s only one way to find out” I pushed Roman out of me,told him to stay put,I knew Barbara well enough to know that she was counting on the fact that I was going to roll down the window,giving her plenty enough time to eye my man pulling himself back together. But she had another thing coming! I jumped to the passengers seat and left by that door making my way as silent as possible to the back of the car.

“Yes,Barbara?” I showed up from behind the car,scaring her and making her scream in fright.

“Oh my god Y/N! Do you want to kill me?! Don’t show up like that,you almost gave me a heart attack!” *Always so dramatic* I thought

“You were knocking on my car window so I presume you wanted to speak to me,no?!”

“Yes,but you didn’t need to come out! You could’ve just you know..rolled down the window..”

See,I told you! She’s so predictable that is actually quite pitiful.

“But I’m here now,so what do you want?”

“Well,there was this incredibly handsome guy that I was just talking to in the lobby and I wanted to ask you,if you’ve seen him?Cause he left before I could give him my number...you know a real woman’s number” She batted her lashes innocently

I tell you tho...the nerve that this whore has is out of this world! I really think she should’ve pursued an acting career,because that amount of cynicism I’ve never seen before!

When I was ready to punch her stupid ass face,the backdoor opened and Roman came out of the car,grabbed me by my waist,pulled me towards him and kissed me so passionately that when he broke the kiss I felt lightheaded.

“You ready to go kitten?” He locked eyes with me,purposely ignoring Barbara’s existence.

“Yeah I guess so” I responded once he tightened his grip on my waist and begin to bite and kiss my jaw and neck.

“Excuse me?” Barbara said to him,but he fully ignored her,growling when his teeth scrape my collarbone.

“I said,excuse me” She poked his shoulder

Roman lift his head from my neck and looked at her

“Yeah?”

“I was talking to you in the lobby earlier and you never got to tell me your name” *Oh my god,is this what she calls flirting?!* I thought

She tossed one side of her hair behind her shoulder and continued

“I’m Barbara,and you are?”

“Not interested” Roman responded and turned to face me again,nipping my bottom lip and slowly kissing me again,roaming his hands all over my body,stopping to grab two handfuls of my ass while saying

“Damn baby girl, I love your body,is just so perfect! So thick...” He slaps my ass “I fucking love it,my own private playground.No woman could ever beat you,I mean fuck, I feel sorry for them if they even try it” He chuckled and Barbara started to sob running back towards the lobby,he continued his praises and I stopped him by saying

“It’s ok Ro,you won,she’s left” I laughed

“What are you talking about?” He was now kissing my neck

“Barbara,you don’t need to tease her with your words anymore,she’s gone”

“You think I was saying that because of her? No,baby girl I was just speaking my mind”

“Oh we’re you huh?”

“Of course, I already have a woman,a very delicious and perfect woman” he slapped my ass “Neither me or my dick wants or needs another one” he pecks my lips

“I’m glad you think that way,because” I approached his ear “I want you to give me the pleasure to be your playground throughout the whole weekend big dog”

He smirked and said

“Oh the pleasure is going to be all mine kitten...”

Maybe Barbara wasn’t as perfect as I thought after all.

@ziasaph

[the59er]

2021: Oct!

1st Oct 2021, Friday - Hello October!!

Listening: The Way We Get By - Spoon

Woohoo it’s halloween month! Even though we don’t celebrate halloween, it’s still very fun to watch tv specials & movies yang revolve around halloween 🎃

 Also it’s pumpkin spice season!!!! My inner basic bitch is squealing in delight! Coming out Oct 4th!! 

Also also today I managed not to snack during the day which is a win 🏆 PLEASE OCTOBER PLEASE BE A GOOD MONTH 🤲🏼

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2nd Oct 2021, Saturday Listening: Keep the Car Running - Arcade Fire

Woke up to a morning text about work so I had no choice but spent my entire Saturday working until 2:44am 😐🔫

I hope my work diberkati Allah despite me whining about being tired la, apa la.. Im trying to be less negative about it. TRYING.

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3rd Oct 2021, Sunday - Happy Mean Girls day! Listening: Built this Way - Samantha Ronson

Went out for ice cream today! I believe I deserved it considering that I FINALLY finished my work this morning, so rejoice! 🎉

& Happy Mean Girls day! I can watch this movie multiple times, I have practically memorized the entire script 😂

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4th Oct 2021, Monday - Happy Birthday to En.Din & Aunty! 🎂 Listening: She’s So Strange - Travis

Monday started okay, work was okay, nothing significant happened. 

And I realised that my addiction towards Tetris still reigns supreme..

Often times I go on Tetris in bed and played it until I fall asleep like it’s a bedtime story? 

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5th Oct 2021, Tuesday Listening: You’re So Mean - Spirit Club

I could feel, smell and was fully aware that I was in a dream, and I told myself to walk slower & quieter so that I wouldn’t wake myself up from this beautiful dream. Then I realised that I NEEDED to wake up, because if I didn’t, that would mean I’m in some sort of coma. I woke up feeling surreal. I googled what it was and apparently I had some kind of lucid dream. 

On other note, my brother and I had our first PSL for the season today!  😂

We really are basic bitches 💁🏻‍♀️

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6th Oct 2021, Wednesday Listening: This Photograph is Proof - Taking Back Sunday

Today’s date felt extremely familiar but I could not put my finger on it. For the whole day I was trying to recall if I had unintentionally missed something. And out of nowhere I felt guilty for forgetting something that might have actually been completely nothing. 

But the worst thing of today was my lack of self-control that made me binge an entire big bag of Ruffles :(

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7th Oct 2021, Thursday - Happy birthday to my 1st nephew, Q! 🎂 Listening: Rock n Roll (part 2) - Gary Glitter

The best thing about the day was my successful attempt to focus solving an excel formula problem 🎉 Im supposed to look for an excel class but I keep on stalling. Note to self: find a class asap.

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8th Oct 2021, Friday! Listening: Listen - Collective Soul

SO happy that I had a smooth Friday (which has been an extremely rare thing since the past few months) and to topped it off, I had a fun video call with some of my colleagues. We are joining this “treasure hunt” thing and the first task was to take a selfie with a pet. Unfortunately none of my teammates and I had pets until someone asked “can I take a selfie with my aquarium?” and bingo! my dad’s koi pond! 

It’s kind of sad that whenever the word “pet” is mentioned, we would automatically only thought of cats and dogs. Poor fishes and other types of animals being forgotten 😂

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9th Oct 2021, Saturday - Happy Birthday John Lennon! 🎂 Listening: Because - The Beatles

Hello free Saturday! I vacuumed the house, did a lunch run with Mom and went out on a PSL date with Bubu! 😄 My first hangout with an actual friend! Woop!!

It definitely recharged me. Just resting and playing.. Ahhh I wish all my Saturdays are just like this.

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10th Oct 2021, Sunday Listening: Paperbag - Fiona Apple

Spent my Sunday browsing and watching handbag reviews. For some unknown reason and a true female mystery, I LOVE bags even though I keep on using the SAME bag. 

Yesterday Bubu was rummaging through her bag for her house keys which made me laugh because it’s such a common female problem 😂 No matter how “organized” our bags are, we never seem to find things that we need from the get. Handbags truly are some type of inanimate monster who eats your belongings and would only spit them out when you force them to, and definitely not without some intense fondling..

I’ve been salivating on an Alexa since college but after watching multiple reviews, realistically it’s actually not very practical. Unless I have miraculously attained significant amount of excess money, THEN only will I drop a bomb on such a bag. I wouldn’t want to make the same mistake as my 2020 splurge which has only been worn ONCE before I realised that the bag is a huge hassle. I guess my prior research on the bag wasn’t extensive enough..

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11th Oct 2021, Monday Listening: Spiderwebs - No Doubt

Today I got myself macarons when we stopped by Gardens. I was on leave so I thought it would be the perfect time to enter a mall on a Monday when it’s empty. 

But it wasn’t really great for my weak-willed self as I caught sight of a handbag I was browsing online for fun, on the shop’s display window and it looked so much cuter in real life than in the pictures! But I’ve promised myself NO fun handbags for now. It needs to be multifunctional and roomy enough for play AND work! 😤

On the cranky-front, the current heat wave or whatever we are experiencing right now is making me extremely irritable and had unfortunately given me the sniffles 🤧

12th Oct 2021, Tuesday Watching: The Babysitters Club (2021) lol extremely cute, I grew up reading the books.

Got reminded of tomorrow’s water disruption by my brother informing us that he’ll be away throughout the duration, which is good news for me too since I share the bathroom with him. So with him being away, I can worry less about water rationing since I don’t have to share!

The heat from the past couple of days is still going strong. I wish I can just sit in a tub of cold water.

I call this “To call the wind & summon the rain.”

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13th Oct 2021, Wednesday Listening: Comfort Eagle - Cake

Decided to puasa today since our area was supposed to have the water disrupted but turned out there was water the entire day.......

Puasa in this heat is definitely extra challenging. All I was thinking about was Coke Coke Coke.. It’s also extremely difficult for me to ganti puasa, I just get so lazy to wake up for sahur when no one else does. Ramadan is EASY PEASY, but ganti puasa and doing alone.. not so much (for me). I have 4 more days to go.

I call this “All Day I think about Coke” lol.

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14th Oct 2021, Thursday - Happy Birthday to my 14 (or 15?) y/o niece! 🎂Listening: Teddy Picker - Arctic Monkeys

Yowzaaa my back-to-back meets from 1pm - 5.30pm 😵 I think at around 3.30pm I accidentally dozed off on my chair. I had to force myself up, so I grabbed the ipad and doodled this:

I’m fasting today which added to the challenge because I couldn’t have coffee for that mid-day jolt. On the bright side, tomorrow is already Friday and I have 2 off-days next week. Phew.

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15th Oct 2021, Friday Listening: Erase/Rewind - The Cardigans

Did not puasa today. Maybe I’ll continue next week. Today’s heat was slightly more bearable than the past few days, though I still wish I could be in a tub. I dont mind having to work, I just want to be in a tub!

Would love to go on a staycation, but next year perhaps? Birthday treat for myself!

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16th Oct 2021, Saturday Listening: He War - Cat Power

Hospital follow-up day, so spent my entire Saturday morning waiting. Just.. waiting. & this actually happened:

thankfully managed to run down to the mart & buy some pads to save myself x_x

By the time I got home it was past lunch-time and I just got so exhausted from the wait & the cramps, I crash-napped for 3 hours. Aside from the appointment, I just felt like I wasted my Saturday :/

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17th Oct 2021, Sunday - Happy birthday Juls! 🎂 Listening: Hey Sandy - Polaris

My brother and his family came over for breakfast & he ordered village park nasi lemak 😊. Met up with HH & Mars afterwards, it was supposed to be a lunch meet but I was still too full from the nasi lemak so I just had coffee.

It was great to be able to see people today.

The rest of my Sunday was me trying to fight off and ignore the sudden headache I developed when I got home, which Im assuming is from my period? It’s always difficult to pin-point the exact cause of my headaches. On the bright side it finally rained today!

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18th Oct 2021, Monday Listening: Pay No Mind - Beck

I rewatched The Terminal (2004), loveeee this movie. 

It’s crazy how it was inspired by a true story, you wouldn’t think that this could be possible 😵

Considering that tomorrow is a public holiday, a lot of the people at work are on leave, leaving me & JT free enough to do some of our e-learnings. My headache is still here from yesterday and it lasted throughout the day. I finally surrendered to sleep at about 1030pm I think?

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19th Oct 2021, Tuesday - Nabi Muhammad’s PBUH Birthday 🎂 Listening: Walkin on the Sun - Smash Mouth

Woke up STILL with a headache. Forced myself to shower, wet my head, trying to puke but nothing came out since I hadn’t eaten particularly that much in the first place so I forced myself breakfast and a small can of Coke to burp myself out, hoping that the headache was just trapped wind. Felt ok. Spent some time watching Mando behind the scenes (only a month+ until the new season!!) and A New Hope.

But I succumbed to the headache again after the movie and ended up napping the rest of the day away :/

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20th Oct 2021, Wednesday Listening: Big Brat - Phantom Planet

Initially planned for a lunchdate with Bubu but with my on-off headache, I figured it’d be safer for everyone if I canceled.

I started watching the new season of You last weekend and it made me think: does it make the person psychopathic if the person has thoughts of killing? 

Wouldn’t it be great if we could just eradicate the people we hate?

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21st Oct 2021, Thursday Listening: Hash Pipe - Weezer

Weekly team meet, weekly accidental doze off 😪

Been hearing ambulance sirens passing by our area almost everyday this week. Today itself we have heard it 3 times. It’s worrying ☹️

I call this “Dark Days”.

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22nd Oct 2021, Friday Listening: There’s No “I” in Team - Taking Back Sunday

Very odd Friday. Had a morning quick meet, and the rest of my working hours  was surprisingly quiet. We had to make this video where we pass each other “teamwork quotes” lol.. Thanks to J-Man for lending me the idea to this quote which I picked up instantly since it reminded me of Taking Back Sunday 😂

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Earlier in the morning Mars found an injured puppy on the streets. The family took her to the vet. Poor puppy. Plan was to nurse her until someone can adopt her.

I wish I was smart enough to become a vet but unfortunately I got a C for Biology so obviously I didn’t make the UPU requirement....🥱

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23rd Oct 2021, Saturday Listening: To Forgive - The Smashing Pumpkins

Puppy update: Puppy had multiple ribs fracture with 4 bite marks indicating she was initially bit by a bigger dog / animal and the bite punctured her abdomen near her heart. The vet had to put Puppy to sleep 😩 SEDIH GILA and she’s not even mine! Proof that I cannot have any pet in my current stage of life as I am fully aware of my separation anxiety and my emotional attachment can get unhealthy.

RIP Puppy 😔.

On a lighter note, we had all of my siblings & their kids over yesterday (minus nephew E because he had to work) and it was so tiring even though it was only for a couple hours. Notable highlights:

1. Got to go full-on Star Wars nerd with all my brothers

2. Seeing our 9 y/o and 7 y/o nieces moving from playing ipads to building Legos together

3. Seeing my parents happy to have their grandchildren over.

October babies of the family. Hamdulillah.

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24th Oct 2021, Sunday Listening: Tiny Spark - Brendan Benson

Lunch run with my Mom & then we (Mars & HH) met up for my kopi, & we sambung catch up at soy bar where I almost slipped & fell because of my slippery shoes 😵

RIP to my 2015 Vans. Thankfully I had another pair of shoes in my car to switch into. Time to finally let go.

Afterwards, we visited Shaq’s new baby, fowl boys!

Unfortunately he was out, otherwise it’d be cute to have a transit mart reunion lol.

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25th Oct 2021, Monday Listening: The Chills - Peter Bjorn and John 

Today’s achievements: 1. Picked up my altered shirts & pants;  2. Bought a gift & birthday card for my brother; and 3. Tapao starbucks all in under 2 hours! ✅

I get insecure when I wear collared shirts (not sure why I feel like I look stupid in them?) so whenever possible, I will get the collars removed.

I used to be suuuuuper insecure about my toes more than I am insecure about my entire body. Body confidence and I will never seem to be friends.

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26th Oct 2021, Tuesday - Happy birthday to my Brother #3! 🎂 Listening: Standing Outside a Broken Phone Booth with Money in My Hands - Primitive Radio Gods

Despite already having cake when the whole family came over on Saturday, we still bought him cake today for his actual birthday,

(also because my Mom tak puas makan haritu lol. The ice cream cake obsession in this house is REAL)

Surprisingly functioned well throughout the day despite the fact that I did NOT sleep last night. I only slept this morning after Subuh until 8am. But as I am typing this now (time of typing: 26 Oct, 9:25PM) I am..slowly shutting down. But I still have one more major email to settle and then I think I will call it a night.

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27th Oct 2021, Wednesday Listening: The Greatest View - Silverchair

Ben passed me House on Haunted Hill (1999)!! It’s a nostalgic movie because I remember seeing it repeating on HBO when I was a kid, but I cant remember what the movie was actually about, so I watched it right after he emailed it to me because I was too excited to revisit my childhood 😂

NOW I remember the movie! The only enjoyable parts of the movie to me are the times when the ghost doctor shows up lol.

The rest of the movie is just typical gore at its cheesiest 😂

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28th Oct 2021, Thursday - Happy Birthday to my high school friend, Tqa! 🎂 Listening: Smile Like You Mean It - The Killers

I tried reaching out to Tiqs on FB but obviously nobody is on FB anymore 😅 I realised I dont have her number since she moved overseas..

Anyway, today I watched Halloween Kills that Ben also gave me yesterday lol honestly it’s such an infuriating comedy and I damn tak puas hati 😤

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29th Oct 2021, Friday Listening: Song to Sing when Im Lonely - John Frusciante

Last night I slept at 2.30am because I tried to finish the sudden tsunami of emails I received before my week-long break next week.

Budget meeting in the a.m.! It took longer than planned. I was already exhausted from last night so I struggled a lot this morning.

Continued working until late and I haven’t even gotten the time to plan out my off-week activities yet 😩

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30th Oct 2021, Saturday Listening: When I Come Around - Greenday

Dedicated my Saturday for work, as I NEEDED to finish my meeting minutes because on Sunday I’m seeing J-Man! But my sister came over in the morning and the visit took longer than usual so I sort of “burned” my morning away.. After lunch I went to my usual spot for coffee and managed to finish only one paper. 

I continued working until my head finally had to stop at 5 freaking a.m. on the next day 😵

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31st Oct 2021, Sunday - Happy Halloween! 🎃 Listening: Picture Book - The Kinks

So I slept at 5a.m. and woke up again at 8.30am to do my final editing before finally submitting my work at 10:05am. I immediately felt 10x lighter! And because of that, I got to really enjoy my day out with J & the guys! Thankfully HH drove so I took the opportunity to nap in his backseat.

We havent seen J the longest. To me it felt like when I was in primary school all excited to see my friends on my first day back to school after the long year-end break lol

And with that, we are done with October! What a ride. Work-wise I pulled several days of all-nighters which Im not proud of. Need to prioritise my tasks better.

[steponmepinkjun]

your mistake was expecting this fixation to "die out." the trap with kpop is that theyre Constantly Releasing More Content so you're stuck here till they disband, bro. kpops been my longest lasting hyperfixation and it only dimmed down (not even died out) when i doubled my dosage of antidepressants during a mass pandemic and had to violently project onto visual novels so i could Feel Something. as soon as i weaned myself off my meds the kpop brainrot came back Full Force. its been years. ive fully accepted that im never escaping this hell and so should you -felix bi anon

Look I went into this pandemic telling my bestie on the daily "ma'am I am sorry but I am not watching anime and I am not getting into kpop, anything that is even vaguely reminiscent of shit I wouldve gotten beat up for in high school is very much a firm NO from me, also my two fav artists of all time are Lil Kim and Lana Del Rey, I don't think kpop is gonna be my speed at all, it's just not gonna vibe w me okay. And also my Type™ is very much rock dudes who are skinny and pale like they're dying with hella tattoos and an attitude problem, I'm tryna meet a man at the hardcore show, them kpop boys are not the vibe" (OOP it was the western beauty standard brain rot in FULL force bestie 🙊) so like, the fact that I even started to stan skz was 10000% against my will 😂 the part of me that once wanted to work in marketing is absolutely fascinated by the structure of the kpop industry and how insanely effective it is, but I thought I was ABOVE THAT lmfaooooo and NOW LOOK AT HA. CRYING OVER SOME SHORT ASS LIL AUSSIE BOY SINGIN SONGS WHERE I ONLY KNOW ONE OUT OF EVERY 75 WORDS. I WAS TRICKED, I WAS BAMBOOZLED, I WAS HOODWINKED!!!!!!! Also every fuckin time I see some lil kpop boy struttin around bein hella goals I'm like "lemme check somethin real quick, lemme cover my bases," cause I am NOT tryna get bamboozled into stanning another bunch of FETUSES, LITERAL ZYGOTES, and every damn time Google is like "yeh bestie they're all of 21, you're about to go full cougar mode, pump the breaks, back it up bestie, exit the premesis, back away slowly" and so I do cause like yall I aint even old, I'm only 27, but that is On Deaths Door in internet land and I'm not tryna get cancelled, so I physically cannot allow myself to stan any other group lmfao 😂 I have made my peace with skz sneaking into my fuckin heart but NEVER AGAIN. ACTIVATING AVOIDANT ATTACHMENT STYLE!!!!!!! I have never been cool a single day in my damn life and I do NOT need to add the stigma of someone I work with catching me doing the full Back Door choreo in my car before I clock in 😂 my high school trauma will not allow it 😂 ain't no room for it, I'm baggin' and taggin' any other groups content and yeeting it 100 miles away from me, my ego can't take it, she's fragile, she can't take criticism, lemme go back to flying completely under the radar with my basic ass self, that's all I ask 😂 I don't need to go back to work and have a FULL mental breakdown on the sales floor because Chan posted a selfie, I don't need to have to try to explain to my coworkers that I need ten minutes to chain smoke and cry over some boy reading comments on a live chat 😂 LET ME OUT OF THIS FIXATION, BRAIN, PLEASE, I AM EXPOSING MYSELF AND SNATCHING MY OWN WIG ON THE DAILY 😂😂😂😂😂

[didnt-hear-idsb-live-again]

Wait that’s so wild I was just in the middle of planning a trip down GOR with my parents! I’ve been looking stuff up and can’t seem to make any decisions, where did you stay along the way? I’m the one in charge of planning and really don’t want to mess this up, any recs?

omg no way!!!!! yeet yes i have so many suggestions, specifically the GOR part of my trip to Australia was the single most incredible time of my life so i hope you enjoy it as much as i did. 

A lot of the stuff I found, I came to just driving along the road and seeing it - all the really beautiful views of the ocean are clearly marked and you can pretty much pull over wherever you want, but you’re right info wasn’t easy to find and i ended up having to backtrack a few times bc i missed stuff 😂

All the stuff I did & my recs are under the cut, there are also lots of pretty pictures if anybody other than this anon wants to see!!

Day 1: 

left Melbourne around 10:30am. drove through Torquay and Lorne, stopped to dip my toes in the water a few times in Lorne but didn’t really stop stop. But that’s where you see all this -

The first place i did stop was Anglesea, bc they have a golf club that’s home to about 300 wild kangaroos, and you can pay a few dollars to take a ride around on the golf carts and see them. But like, if you’re from Australia and have seen kangaroos you probably don’t need to do that 😂

You can also stop at the GOR arch which is a nice photo op; that’s right along the road so you can’t miss it.

The first really really awesome thing is a little ways after Lorne, which is the Kennett River Koala walk! There were birds everywhere and they’ll just fly up & land on your head hkdsfjh it was so so so cool. And I saw 3 koalas there in the trees 😊

In Apollo Bay, you have got to eat at Hello, Coffee. I can’t recommend it enough. It’s not on the main strip so you wouldn’t know it’s there unless you’re looking at it, but I stand by the fact that it was the best breakfast food I’ll ever have in my life.

from there what i would recommend going off the GOR and going into the Otways on B100. I took my time driving from there to where I stayed that night, which was Bimbi Park - a really really beautiful campground known for how many koalas it has, and there were also wild roos everywhere. I had no idea how much wildlife i’d see going into this day and man it was incredible. there’s also lots of trails and stuff around the campground so if you get there a while before sunset it’s stunning!! it’s also super cheap, I think I only paid $7 Australian for just me to pitch a tent. 

(however!!!! please if you stay here which i wholeheartedly recommend, do not try and get there by putting the address into google maps. You have to get there using actual directions. Maps literally took me off-roading because their address is wrong, and i didn’t know until it was too late and i almost murdered my rental car sfhdkjdhj)

Day 2:

From in the Otways, I drove sort of up and around to Otway Fly Treetop Park and did the zipline there. The drive to get there was… honestly a bit dangerous, but it took me through the forest and the farms up in the highland sort of areas in a way you’d never go otherwise, and man it was so beautiful. 

From there I drove back down towards the coast via C155. That again goes through all the kind of mountains and highlands, but the wild thing is that even though it’s way inland, you can see the ocean as you’re winding around top of the mountains. It was absolutely stunning. 

Then I stopped at Great Ocean Road Wildlife Sanctuary which I think was near Lavers Hill. it doesn’t seem like much from the outside, but I went to quite a few wildlife sanctuaries in Australia and this was by far my favorite. They’re a 100% self-sustained farm, meaning all their food, electricity, etc etc etc is made by and from what’s produced at the farm. They are also one of the only places in Australia where you can get up close w dingoes, and the only place where you can do it and they’re not even on leashes. I’ve never met anyone w as much passion about anything as the people who worked there had for those animals, and i learned SO much. 

so even if you’re from Australia and don’t feel a need to pet kangaroos it’s worth it just for that!

after that i kept going down the coast and got to the Twelve Apostles an hour before sunset, which is exactly what I planned. There’s quite a few stops as you approach them, so I did a few walks along the beach, would drive 10 minutes closer, walk along the beach again, etc etc (Gibson Steps I think was one of them). But the place to watch the sunset with the best view is the lookout where you can kind of see them from above, and you’re not directly on the beach. If you just follow the signs that say “Twelve Apostles” you’ll end up there. 

That night I stayed in Port Campbell, which is the town right there! It is pretty desolate though, so you have to get going immediately once the sun is gone. I stayed in a hostel called The 13th Apostle, which.. hostels probably aren’t great if you’re with your parents, but there should be quite a few hotels in that town 😂

Day 3:

The next morning, I stopped at all the rest of the sights near the Twelve Apostles (Loch & Gorge, London Bridge, etc). I tried to get up early enough to catch the sunrise which didn’t happen, but was still beautiful -

Day 4/5:

Then after that I drove up to Grampians National Park and stayed somewhere called YHA in Hall’s Gap. That place is technically a hostel but there were tons of families staying there in private rooms, so it wasn’t…. super hostel-y hahah. Not necessary and it’s about a 2.5 hour detour, but since you’re in the area it’s like, you might as well. Lots of really incredible hikes and they’ve got very varying levels of difficulty. I spent the whole afternoon there and between that and about 2 hours the next morning, I had plenty of time to see everything.

also: Hall’s Gap has a very cute little organic cafe called Harvest Hall’s Gap, and I can’t recommend that place enough, either -

Day 6:

Then from there I drove back down to the coast, so that I could drive back along the GOR and hit all the places that I missed due to going into the Otways / upper part of the road.

and yeet that’s it. I hope this was helpful!!!

[kirishwima]

Hey there amazing! I saw you asking for prompts and since I enjoy all your fics and ficlets, what about a Hance or garrison trio roadtrip AU? Have a lovely day~

i am so so late to writing this ahh im sorry, but thank you so much!

i couldn’t decide between Hance or garrison trio so,,, i went for both! Who says Hance can’t take their small angry noodle friend for a road trip? >:3

******

Are there really any words to describe it?

That feeling-it’s when you’re driving down stretches of highways, flowing miles long and the sun is beating mercilessly down to the street, your car feels warmer, there’s music playing from the radio blasted loud and your friends are singing along louder than the singer, and it’d be annoying were it not for the sheer joy in their voices, the sound a melody that carries through the open windows, wind tussling your hair in all possible directions and you could nag about it but the breeze is so welcoming and soothing;

Have you felt that?Do you have a name for this feeling?

Lance isn’t certain.He’s not certain he even wants to put a name to it in the first place.

He looks to the back seat, Pidge with her hair tied into messy pigtails, her jean overalls a size too big and sitting cross legged with a game in hand, humming along to the music.

He turns to look to the drivers seat, the smile plastered on his lips spreading further.

Hunk, his usual bandana abandoned for a sunhat, his hands on the steering wheel and his mouth forming the lyrics of the song, the sun reflecting in his eyes making them melt like liquid ambers;

Lance changed his mind.There is a name for this feeling.

It’s called love.

Deciding to go on a roadtip was less of well, a decision, and more of an impulse really.

They woke up on Friday, at eight o’clock sharp, their yawns and mumbled good mornings the only sounds heard in their shared apartment.

Hunk was too busy leaning his weight onto Lance, the only one to be considered remotely a morning person out of the three, his chin resting atop Lance’s head as he made them all some coffee, humming along to whatever song had stuck to his brain the night before.

It wasn’t until Pidge-yes, Pidge, the one person whose rumoured to break your wi-fi router if you so much as look at her in the morning, came running to the two with a wide grin, waving her phone around.

“Classes were cancelled! For the entire day!” she gleamed, nearly glowing with excitement.

Hunk joined in, jumping off of Lance and towards Pidge, both of them excited for the prospects of doing absolutely nothing, but also too excited to sleep.

So Lance shrugged and suggested it-why not go on a trip? They could go outside of town, maybe stop by the beach, that amusement park in the next city, and come back tomorrow morning, either stay at a motel for the night or pull an all-nighter driving back.

He genially didn’t expect either of them to agree.

He definitely didn’t expect them to squeal with joy, their eyes so wide and giggles so loud he couldn’t help but shake his head with a laugh, and head back to his room to pack up a bag and get through his morning routine.

By nine they were standing in front of Hunk’s car, an older yellow fiat that had definitely seen some better days, but was well preserved with ‘love care and frequent check-ups’, or so Hunk insisted.

By ten they were already in the road, Lance’s arm resting outside the window, sunglasses covering his eyes but not the grin spreading on his mouth, the sheer glee coming from his friends infectious.

Hunk put a hand over the gear shift, letting it rest there before Lance sneaked a hand over his, interlacing their fingers.

Hunk smiled but said nothing, giving Lance a fond look with a quick side glance, one that Lance returned ten-fold.

“You guys are such absolute saps” Pidge teased, no hint of malice in her words.

Surprisingly, it hadn’t been that long since he and Hunk started dating.

They grew up together, they knew they felt something for one another, but it took a few more years and a pep talk from Pidge herself to get them to confess.They expected it to be awkward at best, that each skittering touch and gaze would cause their nerves to jump on end.

But that never happened.It wasn’t like first crushes, it wasn’t butterflies in your stomach and a knot in your throat.

It was more like two halves that met and got glued together, fitting so perfectly there was never a question wether or not they’ll fit.

Pidge, surprisingly, took it far more well than they expected, what with them all being flatmates and all-she’d make the occasional teasing remark, but other than that, she’d shake her head with a fond look, the same one they came to know she’d give her brother and family, to the people she loved.

Within another hour they reached their first stop, the view of crystal blues and the scent of salt being their tell-tale sign.

Lance all but shoved his upper torso through the window, laughing furiously as Hunk ushered him back in until he found a spot to park.

“The sea! We’re at the sea!” he yelled to the pier ahead of them, to the open skies above him.

The moment Hunk killed the engine Lance was already running out of the car, dashing through the pier and down the steps that lead to the beach, not caring that he had no swimsuit with him or a change of clothes.

He could distantly hear Pidge and Hunk running after him, a mixed chorus of “Lance no” and “Lance I swear to god-“ but he didn’t stop, feet light and carrying him through thigh deep into the sea, shirt and shoes forgotten somewhere along the way, not caring about the fate of the shorts he was wearing.

He was at sea.He was home.

With arms outstretched he let himself flop down and into the water, the sun warm enough to keep his body from freezing in the cool water-it may have been warm and sunny, but it was still spring after all.

He swam a bit further away, leaving Pidge and Hunk to their own devices, before meeting them back at shore, Hunk rolling up his pants enough to reach knee deep, Pidge alongside him tugging her overalls up and wincing whenever her feet made contact with a rock or seaweed.

They stayed there for a while, mainly waiting for Lance to get dry until Hunk sighed, giving him a spare t-shirt he had brought along ‘in an emergency like this one’-Lance smirked and kissed him, wearing his boyfriends’ shirt with a proud huff.

They grabbed coffee and breakfast at a nearby coffee shop, laughing to the point of tears when the cashier asked Hunk and Lance if ‘it’s okay to give their younger friend caffeine at such an age’, which prompted Pidge to look the cashier straight in the eye and order an iced americano, with triple shots of espresso.Lance had never seen such fear in a persons eyes.

Lance took to driving this time, stealing glances at  Hunk’s sleepy side, his eyes half-lidded and head resting on the window-the exact opposite of pidge, who three espresso shots later had went through the entirety of the Fire Emblem game she brought with her, and took to talking to Lance about theLoch Ness monster, and how “She’s real Lance. I’ve seen her with my own two eyes. She’s gay and dating a siren. They’re lesbians Lance.”

Their next stop came as a short break for lunch at a diner somewhere in-between cities;

“A luminal space!” Hunk and Pidge exclaimed with bright eyes, and Lance sighed, ready for what was about to be an hourlong of arguing over what a luminal space really was-and refusing to agree with either Hunk’s theory of them being portals to alternate dimensions, nor Pidge’s theory of being disruptions in the time-space continuum that were placed here as safe marks for aliens.

By the time they left the sun was already slowly easing down, not quite bidding the sky goodbye yet.

The sky tinted pink and purple as they drove, the sight of endless expanses of green around the highway, growing trees getting scarcer as they made way to their next destination.

Everything felt more mellow; the music hummed lowly on the radio, their chatter was less, the ice in their drinks stored in the cupholders slowly melting as the ice cubes clinked to one another.

Hunk was asleep in the backseat, Pidge content in just looking to the expanse of road ahead of them, a somber quiet falling between them.

“You know”, she said after a while, voice quiet, “I’m glad we got to do this.”

“The road trip?” Lance asked.

“That too. But just…everything. Meeting, becoming friends…I’m happy we had the chance to do that.”

Lance couldn’t help but smile, turning to face Pidge with the most sincere of expressions.

“So am I. Things wouldn’t be the same without you around Pidge-on” he teased, “I’m glad we’re friends. And I’m glad you’re here” he added, focusing his gaze back on the street.

He didn’t get to see what expression Pidge made.

He didn’t have to, her short laugh giving him the reply he needed.

*****

There’s still some purple hues in the horizon, but for the most part it’s dark, street lamps swirling into life.

Dark, except for the bright neon lights ahead of them, flashing in pulses and the distant sound of screams surrounding them.

Pidge’s face was all but glued onto the window, her palms leaving prints on the glass.

“The amusement park! Look at all those rides!” she squealed, feet tapping with excitement.

Lance laughed, looking to Hunk’s terrified expression.

“You’re not planning to-“ Hunk started, promptly interrupted by Pidge.

“I am most definitely planning on going to all the rides” she deadpanned, pointing to a particularly high flashing attraction they could see even as they were parking, “see that? I’m going to that first.”

“Pidge-“

“I do not care what the height requirements for it are Hunk. I’m a girl with a purpose and Mendel’s genetics can fight me.”

Neither Hunk nor Lance dared say anything-they were just glad Mendel wasn’t around for Pidge to fight.

*****Walking through an amusement park at night, where the lights illuminate the park into a virtual daytime, musics blending and dancing in the air, the scent of cotton candy and popping corn distinct and all-surrounding, there’s a childlike glee growing inside your chest, an innocence that’s laced with fear or, for some, adrenaline as you look to wagons turning upside down, rides that spin so fast you can only hear people’s shrieks, their bodies a blur of speed.

Pidge stopped and looked to each ride, animatedly talking about its mechanics with Hunk, Lance pitching in random sprouts of knowledge when he could.

He walked lazily, hand-in-hand with Hunk, Pidge leading ahead and pointing to each attraction and attempting to enter the more frivolous ones-only to pass by the ‘you need to be this tall to enter’ signs,  and promptly got nudged away by tired-looking employees, her pout growing bigger with each person that apologised and told her she’s not allowed to enter.

Not to say she didn’t sneak by a few-she hid herself between Lance and Hunk and went through the queue for one of those spinning rides, the ones that turn around an axis and around themselves with a speed that’s made for blending milkshakes if you ask Hunk.

She walked away from it stumbling with dizziness, but with the biggest, most mischievous grin on her lips.

Mid-walk she stopped, an eyebrow raising as she turned to face her two friends.

“So…Lance…I remember you bragging about how brave and how much of a realist you are…” she started, her face feigning innocence as she swung back and forth on her feet.

Lance gulped but nodded, not liking the direction this was going.

“So if I say…ask you to go with me to that” she nodded to what Lance now distinctly recognised as a haunted horror house, “you couldn’t possibly say no now could you?”

Hunk made a small ‘ooh’ sound from besides Lance, shrugging innocently when Lance threw a glare his way.

“Yeah, I’m not going in there”, Hunk shrugged, “but you guys have fun! I’ll go grab us some sodas until you finish.”

With one quick step to the side Hunk was gone, leaving Lance to his own devices.

Pidge raised an eyebrow, looking to Lance with a coy smirk.

“What’s it gonna be, brave sharpshooter?”

“You tiny devil.”

Pidge shrugged.

“That’s an accurate description. Now are you coming or?”

Lance knew he’d live to regret this. But he was not about to get his pride wounded over a horror house, thank you very much, and if he had to walk through dark corridors with random things creeping up to spook him to prove he was the brave sharpshooter he insisted he was, then so be it.

*****

Turns out Lance is afraid of the dark.And spiders.And small narrow rooms.

And Pidge.Lance is terrified of Pidge.

Hunk hugged him after, patting his back apologetically.He tried not to let Lance know that he could hear his screams all the way outside the attraction.

*****

By now it’s somewhere past midnight.

Pidge’s asleep, curled up in the back of the car, Hunk and Lance content with taking a short driving break to a side of the street that led to an eventual dead-end, looking down to the sea and the stars above, further away from the bright city lights.

There’s an endless amount of blinking lights, and Lance points to each bright star, naming the constellations and his favourite of the stars, back laying on the hood of the car, Hunk leaning besides him, hands clasped together.

There’s starlight in their eyes and cotton candy on their lips, both of them content in simply being there in that moment, letting the day’s excitement wane down into a happy memory, wearing tired happy smiles and clothes drenched in sweat and sea water, their feet heavy but hearts settled.

It’s a good day, Lance figures, and a good night.

And there’s a name to this feeling, the one that’s been cradled in his heart for so long.

It’s called joy.Sheer, indescribable joy.

*******

i love the garrison trio and,,,i love roadtrips

[rebelwrites]

Home Race And Heartbreak

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: You and Charles kept your relationship a secret but you needed Charles after you crashed into the barrier and he didn’t care who saw.

Warnings: mentions of a crash (no description) French translated from google so don’t bite me if it’s wrong 😂

A/N: First time writing for Charles Leclerc and first time since I was 12 that I’ve written for someone that isn’t a fictional character so please be nice 🥺 Feedback is appreciated 🖤

Any excitement you had for your home race had been snuffed out. The corners of your lips tugged into a smile as Charles flew across the line qualifying in P1 for the British GP, but the smile was fake and didn't reach your eyes, it was all for the camera.

You hid your emotions well, wanting to be happy for your team mate and boyfriend. Not that anyone knew you and Leclerc were dating, it was something you both wanted to keep private, away from the cameras. But it was hard on days like this when you desperately craved the comfort of his arms.

“Great race, Charles. P1”

You purposely tuned out the hustle and bustle of the pits, letting out a loud heavy sigh as you pushed yourself off the stool, swiping your smokes off the counter as you moved. You needed a moment alone before the embarrassment continued with talks with the press.

The rumble of Charles’ F1-75 ran through your body as you leant against the wall of the pits, a lit cigarette hanging from between your lips. Watching as everyone buzzed around him as he climbed out of the car. To the world his smile was bright but you knew better, it didn’t quite reach his eyes and he hid the sadness well.

He knew how much this race meant to you with it being in your home country, so he knew that you would be distraught about the DNF, placing at the back of the grid for tomorrow's race.

You should have been up in P2 with him, you were one track for a good time but fate had other decisions for you. Squeezing your eyes closed, your brain flashed up with images of the crash. The feeling of slamming into the wall would be something you wouldn’t forget in a hurry, nor would the painful screams from your boyfriend after you heard the panic in his voice when listening back to the team radio.

Part of you was happy for your boyfriend getting pole position but it still didn’t numb the heartbreak you were feeling.

Tears threatened to spill over your lash line, you were trying your hardest not to break down trackside the last thing you wanted was to be caught on camera.

The moment you locked eyes with your Monégasque racer, a single tear rolled down your cheek as you flashed him a weak smile.

Nothing else mattered to Charles right now, he didn’t want to be making small talk with the pit crew, all he wanted to do was pull you into his arms.

Without thinking he jumped off his car, pushing through the crowd to get to his girl. Luckily the pair of you had plenty of experience with hugging after races making it look just like team mates.

Breaking eye contact with him you tossed the cigarette into the sand bucket, keeping your gaze trained on the floor. The feeling of Charles’ knuckles brushing against your cheek wiping away a stay tear made your resolve crumble.

“Mon amour, you scared me back there,” He hummed, not caring that the whole world was probably watching. “My heart practically stopped when I found out it was you that went into the wall. Are you sure you are okay?”

“Yeah,” you sighed heavily, “no broken bones, just a bruised ego.”

“Are you going to be okay with the interviews?” Concern shining in his eyes.

“Gotta be done, ain’t it. Can’t avoid it.” You sighed, fiddling with your race suit. “Just wanna go home now.”

Charles knew what you meant by home, it wasn’t the small flat you had in England but it was his home in Monaco.

He knew this would have majorly knocked your confidence and he hated that the sparkle from your eyes had disappeared.

The interviews were long and gruelling, everyone kept asking the same question.

“What went wrong out there?”

So by the time the question was asked the final time of the session you snapped.

“Bottled it didn’t I,” your mood had been drained to the point of not caring whether you snapped or not. “Binned it into the corner, rookie fucking move. I made a call and you know what it was the wrong fucking wrong.” Your British accent was thick as you spewed the words out, watching as the reporter took a step back, shocked at your outburst.

“Okay, I think Y/N/L has answered enough questions today.” Charles breathed, swooping in like a hero.

Silently you shot him a thankful look.

Without thinking he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pressing a tender kiss to your temple.

“Allons manger et regarder des films de Disney.” He hummed against your skin, quickly glancing over his shoulder realising what he had done. The room was silent and all eyes were on the two of you.

A few of the other drivers were slyly smirking, they all knew something was going on between the two of you but this just confirmed it. Charles knew you would be all over the news, the budding romance between the two Ferrari drivers but he didn’t care, his girl needed him right now.

“Say that again Leclerc.” You said softly.

Charles smirked at the slight giggle in your voice. “I said, let’s go get some food and watch Disney films.

Shaking his head he quickly pressed another kiss to your forehead. “We really need to work on your French.”

“Bite me.” You hummed, leaning into his warmth.

“C'est une invitation, princesse? Is that an invite, Princess?” He smirked, eyes glistening in a playful manner. Your confused expression made him chuckle as you exited the room heading towards the Ferrari motor home.

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

🥃 🍸THE PERFECT OPPORTUNITY 🍸🥃

Prompt: This was a request by the amazing @mindofasagittaruis

***The ‘Enviado por’ means ‘Sent by’ 😉 just so you don’t need to google translate that 😂

Word count: Long

Pairing: Mob!Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: Just an insecure Roman, fluff and some cussing

Tagging Roman Lovers: @ziasaph @mindofasagittaruis , @jibbles26 , @reigns-5sos and someone who’ve gained a special place in my heart, the lovely @nicolewoo

Notes: I will say, I just loved the idea 🥰 I’m a sucker for a beautiful, strong man like Roman insecure to get dumped! It’s too sweet ❤️ Thank you for trusting me with your request babe, I hope I made justice to it! I had fun writing this one 😉 and it’s entirely written in Roman’s POV. Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories typing ‘masochist writes’ on the search bar on my page and my newest story as a fixed post.Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

“You’re pathetic Roman!” I said to myself staring at the rearview mirror “Just get inside and ask her out, is not that difficult for fucksake! You’re one of the top mob bosses in the USA and you’re afraid to get dumped? How fucking old are you anyway? Whatcha gonna do if she say ‘no’? Run to your mommy and cry? Fucking man up and stop being such a pussy!”

I gather the bit of courage that I gained from my own little pep talk and walked out of the car to the liquor store.

From outside I saw her, beautiful, standing there talking to John. A 75 years old lady’s man, who always used to flirt with her, he said he did it to not loose his mojo upon the ladies. She always laughed, and sometimes even flirted back saying that someday she would not be able to resist his dinner invitations.

I walked in, the little bell on top of the door made my presence being known, and went straight to the whiskey section.

“That would be a total of US$ 137,65 John”

“Is there any chance of me getting a discount in form of a date?”

She chuckled “John, I’m in my work place, I’m afraid I can’t. But I guarantee to you that if I owned this store, I would be more than glad to give you the date discount” She laughs softly

“Well, I tried” He sighed, pretending to be upset but the amusement on his voice said otherwise “I’ll see you next week, doll”

“Bye John, ‘til next week...drive home safe and say hello to you grandkids for me”

I heard her stepping out from the back of the counter and making her way to the whiskey section. *Fuck, she’s coming! Get it together Roman!*

“Good evening Mr. Reigns, how can I help you tonight?”

She is stunning! Not in a pampered way, but in her simple self. Her makeup consisted in mascara, some blush and lips lightly stained in a cherry red color; her short bob hair was always either down with one side tucked behind her ear or up in a ‘beehive’ style thing that it was a fucking mess if I’m being honest, but she looks beautiful in it and can easily pull it off like it was the most perfectly neat hairdo; her clothes are always simple: jeans or leggings, cropped t-shirts, tank tops, bands t-shirt or hoodies; always wore tennis shoes: adidas, nike, puma...never once I saw her wearing heels or dresses/shorts/skirts.

I’m used to be around women who always look extra as fuck: too much makeup, too tight low cut dresses, 6 inch heels, extremely long hair..it gets to a point where they all look the fucking same! Like fucking clones of each other, you take one of them to a dark corner of a club excuse yourself to the bathroom and when you’re back you can’t find her in the crowd because everybody has the same hair, the same dress, the same outfit. Yeah, I’m not gonna be a hypocrite and say that they don’t look like a perfect wet dream ‘cuz they do! But that’s the problem: the perfection.

It’s too much, too fake, too rehearsed.

They all look the same, give head the same, moan (they actually scream) the same and they all want to get fucked the same way: on all fours! Because they think that to be considered an unforgettable fuck(apparently) you must fuck in the world’s oldest ‘slut’ position: on your hands and knees!

It gets to a point where is predictable and boring as fuck, don’t get me wrong, I love to fuck a woman on all fours, but not all the time! To be honest with you, it turns me on more to see her facial expressions, the way her eyes are semi closed in pure bliss, her mouth hanging open as she softly moans as we fuck than to look at the back of her head.

That’s why Y/N is different, she’s not like a shallow one night stand fuck, when I first saw her I told her that I’d be back the next day to buy more drinks to a party I was hosting, the next day I expected her to be in her best outfit/makeup/hair to ‘impress me’, but when I walked through door she was in an Aerosmith old t-shirt, black leggings, nike tennis and that beehive on top of her head.

She looked at me, softly smiled and say ‘Oh you’re back! Can you please give me 5 minutes to finish this up and I’ll gladly help you get whatever you need’

I was stoked! She didn’t acted different to impress me, she was her own simple yet ‘imperfect’ self and I knew from that moment that I’ll end up falling for this woman, hard!

And here we are, 6 months later, definitely in love with her and nervous like a fucking 13 year old boy who will ask his school crush out, shitting on his pants with the thought of her saying no.

“G-Good evening Y/N, how are you?” *Did I just fucking stutter? Oh send me to hell..*

“I’m good, Mr. Reigns, thank you for asking. You?” She tucks her hair behind her ear

“Good, good..but please, I already asked you to call me Roman”

“I think that would be disrespectful, sir”

“C’mon, you don’t call John who’s 75 sir, why would you call ME sir?”

She chuckled lightly “That’s a very good point Mr. Re- Roman..so what can I do for you today?”

*Give me your number* I thought

“I would like to try something...different” I smirked

“Oh” She blushed “Ok..umm whiskey-wise?”

*No, YOU-wise* my mind screamed

“No, not whiskey, I once heard you say that you know a lot about liqueurs and I never tried those, so I was wondering if you could help me with that?”

“Of course, please follow me”

As I followed her to the liqueur section I had a good view of her body, specifically her ass and fuck me didn’t it look insanely good on those leggings! I was glad I could shamelessly stare at her thick ass without having to look at it discreetly. I can already imagine myself fucking that ass and having those thick thighs on my shoulders as I eat her pussy...fuck, my cock twitched with the thought and I had to adjust myself

“Ok, what type of taste do you prefer? Sweet, spicy, fruity, b-“

“Hello beautiful!” A guy abruptly interrupted her and she looked behind her

“Mark, can’t you see I’m helping a customer?” She barked

“I’m a customer too, beautiful” He smirks

Who the fuck is this clown? And can’t he see we’re in the middle of something here?

“But he got here first! So I’m helping him, then once he’s done, I’ll help you” She turn around to face me again

“I’m sorry Roman, where were we?”

“I don’t think is very professional of you to call him by his name, beautiful” The asshole huffed

I swear I’m gonna punch this fucker’s face!

“I call you by your first name!” She said to him, without even bothering to turn around

“But I’m different, you know that” He got closer to her “I’m here to invite you to go on a date with me”

WHAT??? You have got to be fucking kidding me! This loser? Thinks he stands a change with Y/N? I don’t even know if she wants to out with ME for crying out loud! And I’m pretty, rich, successful and can protect her from everything. I bet with you that this jackass still lives at his mom’s basement!

“Mark, please, I can loose my job if someone sees me stopping helping a client just to chat with you” She pleaded “Can we talk about this later?”

Talk about it later? What the fuck? Is she really considering going on a date with this fool?

“I know beautiful I’m sorry, it’s just that I had to say something you know?” He caresses her shoulder and I’ve never felt the urge to break someone’s fingers slowly and one by one like I do now!

“Mark, please, later” She whispered

“Ok, ok, I’ll be back when your shift is over” He left as she said thank you

“Roman, I am so incredibly sorry for this inconvenience, I-“

“Are you gonna go out with him?” I didn’t even let her finish her apology

“I beg your pardon?” She said confused

“Are you really considering going out with him?”

“I don’t know....I guess so”

“That clown?” I huffed “Are you doing some charity work or something?” I cackled and she seemed offended

“I’m sorry for what I’m about to say Mr. Reigns but, Mark is a nice guy! Of course his approach is sometimes clumsy but he has a good heart! I will not tolerate you mocking him! Everybody deserves a chance for a date. Not all of us are surrounded by perfectly sculpted and beautiful Victoria’s Secret models to take home to our pathetically big mansions” She measured me from head to toe “So yeah, I might go out with him!” She crossed her arms in front of her chest visibly annoyed and we’re back at the Mr. Reigns bullshit!

I was speechless...did she just defended that loser because she liked him? Or was she pity of him? There was something off...the way she almost kicked him out of the store when he interrupted us seemed more at an annoyed tone than an in love one. Also, why did she measured me like that, almost judging me...implying that I was the one who took models home when the only one I wanted to take home was her! I don’t take women home with me, I take them to a hotel room or something but never home! Apart from Y/N of course, I WANT to take her home with me. But I could swear that the scorn tone of her voice had an almost jealous undertone to it, was that possible?

Then something clicked

“Would you like to go out with me then?” The words just slipped through

“What?” She whispered, confused she might have heard it wrong

“I asked if you would like to go out with me then?” More confident this time

She blushed “I’m sorry I-I don’t understand

“You said that everybody deserves a chance to go out on a date, so what about me? Do I get that chance too?” I smiled at her

Her eyes sparkled “I guess I would be a hypocrite if I said no, huh?” She teased with a smile of her own

“Oh big time!” I smirked “But we both know that you’re not a hypocrite, right Y/N?” I closed the distance between us

“No, Roman I’m not” She chuckled softly

“So what do you say about selling me your favorite liqueur and we’ll take it to my pathetically big mansion so you can show me how to properly drink it?” I whispered, lips inches from hers

“Sounds like a plan” She whispered back

“Can we seal it with a kiss then?” I caressed her cheek and she nods in agreement

And man, I couldn’t be more thankful for that jackass given me the perfect opportunity to finally ask this beautiful woman out....

Please let me know your thoughts on this, if you’re comfortable with it. I love hearing your guys feedbacks! It lights up my heart ❤️😘