#ignore the plastic bag and towel

[overtiredfrog]

thought my pho looked nice

[blastadiamond]

okay so i already know i have a touch of the ‘tism - seeing as my main hobby is rocks. and sorting. but my toxic trait is i can’t help but look at my meticulously sorted piles and think ‘okay but if someone saw this they’d be impressed. and that there’s something wrong with me, for sure, but they wouldn’t be able to deny how satisfying and cohesive my piles are’ anyways my most prized possession is my emotional support box of rocks.

sorting results of a haul from my latest trip. i am fine & normal :)

[peachsukii]

₊✩‧₊ ⎯  Decorating Sakura’s Room 『 ♡ sakura haruka x reader 』

content // after seeing sakura's empty room for the first time, you're determined to make him feel more at home with a few additions.

note // tumblr decided not to post this yesterday for softie sunday lol so here it is!

Sakura's always deterred you from coming back to his place for your date nights, avoiding the topic altogether by offering to meet up at Pothos or to watch movies at your place instead. For the first month or so of dating, you didn't question it much, but now? It's getting suspicious. What did he have to hide from you?

"C'mon, we always go to my apartment. Why do you never have me over?"

Your demand has Sakura sweating, unable to come up with a logical excuse to keep you away any longer. He knows damn well that you can see right through his lies...and he has a terrible poker face around you.

"Fine, but don't expect much," he mutters, stomping passed you and continuing down the street. When you approach his front door, he takes a deep breath before twisting the handle.

"Do you not lock your door?!" You exclaim, noticing he didn't have a set of keys on him. "Saku, that's dangerous as hell!"

"S'not a big deal," he mumbles before kicking his shoes off into the corner, completely ignoring the shoe rack behind the door. "Don't have anythin' to steal, anyways."

You're confused by his words until you get a decent look at the apartment. It's...bare. Not a single decorative item in sight.

"Did you just move into this place?" you ask, confused. You're slowly making your way back to his bedroom, awestruck by the lack of evidence that anyone lives here.

"Nah, been here since I got to Makochi."

You turn to face him, a sad glint in your eyes before shaking your head. It makes him swallow nervously, the tips of his ears warming by the second. You don't say another word about it for the rest of the day.

A couple days pass until the two of you have plans again. You insist to meet at Sakura's place, and after lots of begging, he begrudgingly agrees. When you finally arrive to his place, you can barely knock on the door with how full your hands are with numerous bags of gifts. He opens the door as your mid-swing with your foot to "knock," immediately overwhelmed by the amount of stuff on your person.

"Th' hell is all this?!" Sakura shouts while attempting to grab a few of the bags from your hands. "Yer like a walkin' target with all this! Get in here already!"

"Sorry, Saku. I couldn't help it."

Sakura places the bags on the floor, slowly peaking through them to investigate just what the hell you've unloaded into his space. There are tons of essential items in neutral tones - a few sets of towels, a bath mat, two pillows and silk cases, a 4 set of plates and bowls, silverware, a pair of black house slippers, a brand new reusable water bottle, a water filter for the fridge, and a picture frame.

"I might've went a little overboard," you say sheepishly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. "I felt bad you didn't have anything to make your home feel like your own. So I got you some things to warm it up, make it feel more permanent and a place you like, not just one you sleep in."

Sakura's speechless - devastated, even. He can't comprehend what he did to deserve your sweetness, biting his lip to keep his emotions caged. His cheeks are ablaze as he picks up the picture frame, noticing the plastic film is missing and there's a familiar set of pictures behind the glass.

"I went ahead and put in the pictures we took at the photo booth from the theater on our first date, you don't need to keep⎯ "

Your silenced by Sakura's lips capturing yours, his shaky hands cradling your face. Your squeak of surprise makes his heart skip a beat.

"Thank you," he whispers as you part, moving to wrap you up in a tight hug. "Yer...always so warm, like bein' under the sun on a hot day. I'm still getting used to that feelin', but this helps more than you know."

Your heart swells as you lay your head on his shoulder, absorbing all of his affection in the moment.

"Of course, Sakura. You deserve to be happy and feel like you belong."

His grip tightens on your shirt, a shiver running down his spine at your words. One day, he'll be able to tell you how you've made him feel at home for awhile now, and that the material possession are a nonfactor.

You pull back from his hug and pat him on the shoulders. "I'll help you put everything away and whatnot."

The two of you spend the next hour unpacking all of the goodies you've bought, leaving the picture frame for last. Sakura grabs the frame and paces the apartment a few times, pondering where exactly he wants to put it until the perfect spot pops into his mind.

Right above the shoe rack so you can welcome him home every single day with your bright smile.

『 #reis softie sundays 』

[earlysunshines]

keep me close (and never let me go)

minatozaki sana x fem!reader ; fluff ; wc: 1.9k

synopsis: sana can't sleep and you can't stop practicing

warnings: not proofread

a/n: hiiii it's been a bit, finals killed me and i've been terribly busy.

a drop of sweat hits the floor once the song stops and your chest heaves up and down as you pause in your place. you let out a sharp sigh and ignore the aching in your limbs.

you’ve been practicing for who knows how long now, trying to perfect a dance for some special stage you have with a mix of various boy group idols. it’s in a month, but it’s better to get it down sooner than later.

before replaying the chorus, you take a short one-minute break before going back to practicing again, making sure that each movement is sharp and precise. a bead of sweat drips down your face, and each breath is less controlled. still, you managed to get the chorus down, but you weren’t pleased.

a frustrated groan leaves your lips before you walk over to the speaker, running a hand through your hair and gripping it tightly out of frustration.

as you do so, you hear the door open, and spot sana popping in with a small plastic grocery bag.

you look at her from the mirror, then turn to face her. “sana?”

she shrugs. “i couldn’t sleep.” 

you watch her grab a blanket from the closet in the room and situate herself on the couch, laying down and pulling out her phone.

“keep going, sorry if i bothered you.” sana assures, “you weren’t at the dorm and i figured you’d be here. i didn’t know where else to go.” 

“i don’t think the music will help you sleep.”

“well,” sana begins, looking away from her phone. “i always fall asleep easily around you and i like being around you anyway. just wanted to see you.”

you smile at the last part of her comment and try to fight the butterflies in your stomach. you chuckle awkwardly and clear your throat, then sana watches the corner up your lips curl up.

“i see… get comfy.”

with a small towel, you dab off any sweat on your face then replay the chorus again. you repeat the choreo of that section again, and it’s pretty acceptable during this run, which differs from the previous tries. while you dance, you notice sana from the corner of your eye. she lies down on her phone and the blanket covers her like a warm embrace, how lucky that blanket is.

you practiced the chorus two more times, singing a little on both those attempts and quickly growing tired from how vigorous all of it is. there’s a short fifteen second intermission before you go over the bridge once and then the chorus one last time before giving into your exhaustion. you decide to take a short break and wander off to the corner of the practice room. you exhale deeply as you squat down and check your phone.

click

your head perks up from the sound and the flash from the phone sana holds in her delicate hands. the two of you make eye contact and after catching the surprised look on sana’s face; you can’t help but smile in amusement.

“sorry, you looked funny on the floor like that. you kinda look like that one pokemon mina was showing us.” she giggles.

you mirror her smile and laugh with her. “wooper?”

“yes.” she responds, “you look just like it.”

“you’re so stupid.”

“and you’re so cute.” sana teases, easily making you shift your gaze elsewhere. you pull out your phone to snap a quick picture of her on the couch to call it even.

“you look funny like that too.” you say softly, then slowly get up with a low, exhausted groan. “kinda like weedle.”

“you hang out with mina too much.”

“whatever,” you roll your eyes, “you’re jealous.” you add, which earns a cute pout from the girl on the cushions. you walk over to the couch and plop down next to sana to give yourself a break, grabbing a small water bottle on the table in front of you and chugging it.

sana smiles and hands you a small towel before asking, “how long have you been practicing?”

“oh, um…” you checked the time on your phone, “11:14pm.” you mutter and raise your brows a bit at the sight, shocked at how you lost track of time. “two hours i guess.” 

sana gets up in surprise and almost gasps, “are you serious?”

“yeah, i just needed some extra practice.” you shrug. sana motions you to sit closer to her.

“that’s a lot… have you had any breaks?” she asks. you’re quick to shake your head and scoot closer to her, setting the towel down on the table.

“it’s fine, i’m fine.” you assure quickly, but as soon as the words leave your mouth your body betrays your response. something in you shifts and you feel yourself losing balance, everything hits all at once and the timing was unfortunate. of course you started to feel the fatigue after you tried to stop her worrying. tiredly, you fall back onto the couch as your body loses all of its strength, arms falling limp by your side.

sana lets out a small breath, unhappy with your state. “you work yourself too much, i think you’re done for the night.” 

for a short moment, you contemplate whether you should argue with her or not, but you’re not in any condition to argue with sana right now; you end up not going through with it. giving in, you use the last of your energy to scoot even closer and lean against her shoulder, picking up the scent of her floral fragrance—your favorite.

“i’m kind of worried about this whole special stage, the dancing style is different than a lot of our choreos.” you confess, “i just want to perfect it quickly.”

sana looks at you with creased brows and a frown, then intertwines her fingers with yours. “hey… don’t beat yourself up about this. you’re doing it well, trust me. i watched you redo the chorus even when you were tired, you did amazing.”

“you’re just saying that because-”

“i mean it y/n.” sana declares sternly, squeezing your hand tighter. you turn your head to face her and your eyes lock. she has this look in her eyes, it’s mixed with worry and determination, a mix that makes your heart break and yearn simultaneously. “y/n, you’re one of the best dancers i know, seriously. you always manage to get any choreography we’re given down so fast, and just because you’re struggling with it this time you’re second guessing yourself and i hate that. you’re capable of so much, but you’re letting a small mishap get to your mind just like before.”

“before” rings in your head, you know exactly what this “before” is. sana frowns and holds both your hands now. you stare at her with your eyes widened and try to form a response, but nothing gets past your lips.

“you’re a hard worker, and i admire that—but don’t work yourself until you collapse. i’ve known you since we were trainees and i-” she looks down and tightens her jaw, then gazes into your eyes again. “i can’t bear to see you so harsh on yourself like that again. we’re not trainees anymore, i don’t want you stressing like that again.”

“sana…” you start. still, the words you wanted to say rolled around in your throat relentlessly but never made their way out. you smile appreciatively and hold her hand tighter. without hesitation and a sudden confidence, you lean in a bit closer and sana feels a warm pair of lips on her cheek. her eyebrows raise and her pulse quickens, she’s all warm inside when you linger for a moment. you stretch your arms out and hug her after, your eyes close as you rest your head on her shoulder. “i feel better now that you’re here, thank you.”

she smiles and pushes her nose into your neck before melting into your body and muttering, “of course, i care about you more than you know.”

“me too sha.”

the two of you stay there for a bit longer, simply enjoying each other’s presence and comfort. it’s always been like this, you and sana had been close as trainees and were always there for each other. even years later—after twice’s debut and a handful of successful comebacks—sana was always there when you needed her; always by your side no matter what. it was hard to keep your admiration and feelings for her platonic.

you fell for her because she was—and still is—the sweetest, most genuine person you know. ever since you were trainees, no, ever since your first meeting with her; she’s brightened up the atmosphere just by existing. you admired her talent, her charm, and her love for others, and after realizing she was the prettiest woman on earth—inside and outside—there wasn’t going back.

falling for someone like her was inevitable, but you had to conceal your true emotions toward her no matter what. being her friend was everything to you, and you couldn’t screw up your life because of some feelings for someone you’d consider your whole world.

the two of you held onto each other in silence for a little before you pulled away first, scared that lingering too long would be too weird (sana didn’t mind, if anything; she’d cling to you forever).

“you’re being really cute right now y/n.” she giggled, grinning so hard that her eyes start to shine a little.

“you’re a tease.” you sigh, trying to mask how flustered she gets you. sana laughs again.

“i like your reactions.” she admits, “now come on, you must be tired. get some rest pretty.”

she lies down on the couch again and taps her stomach, signaling you to lay down on her. you look at her like she’s crazy, and she just smiles.

of course you wanted to accept this offer and despite this offer being a common one—it’s sana, whenever she’s with you she can’t keep her hands off—you couldn’t accept it, especially not after your two-hour practice.“i’m all gross and sweaty.” you argue, “i can’t.”

“you’re not that gross and sweaty, come on.” she insists, tugging on your sleeve. again, you fail to argue back and give in to her antics especially when she gives you those sparkly puppy eyes. slowly, you lower yourself onto her and she accepts you with open arms, eagerly pulling you closer to her. “you’re not that gross or sweaty, do you not like when i—“

“no, no.” you’re quick to dismiss her, “i like it sana, i love it.”

“good,” sana mumbles against you. “that’s what i thought.”

sana feels more of your weight push down on her as you situate yourself comfortably in her arms. you shift over one last time and your arm ends up wrapped around her waist, your head is in the crook of her neck, and sana wraps her arms around your upper back. sana feels your chest heave up and down against her own and moves her hand to massage your scalp.

as soon as sana does that you groan tiredly, making her giggle softly and it makes your heart flutter even as you start to fall asleep.

sana waits a few minutes before pausing the movement of her hand in your hair, then asks quietly, “are you asleep?”

silence follows.

she smiles and closes her own eyes, then pushes strands of hair that frame your sleeping face.

“you shouldn’t work yourself so much y/n,” she sighs. sana lifts her head up just a bit and tilts her head, then kisses your forehead softly, keeping her lips there for a few seconds before relaxing back into the couch.

“goodnight y/n, i love you always.”

[rockpapertheodore]

You are so exhausted.

It's your day off and the bag of trash by the door needs to go out. You've worked seven days in a row because of the variable weekly schedules lining up badly. Two shifts in a row became doubles because of a nocallnoshow new hire on their fourth day. The trash needs to go out to the road tonight. Your step tracker shows you've walked 47 miles over the past week.

You are so exhausted.

There's a second bag of trash now. You only had a morning shift today, which left an entire afternoon to almost have fun with your friends online. None were on when you got home, so you fell into a hole watching weird niche interest videos and doomscrolling while waiting for someone to get on. You realize what time it is, and persuade yourself to take the trash out to the road with the promise of getting high. You forget that trash pickup was this morning.

You are so exhausted.

The trash never made it to the door. It's piling over the edge of the can. You could at least take the bin out to the road, since it has last week's trash still in it. You'll do it in the morning.

You are so exhausted.

There is a big contractor bag the size of an ottoman in front of the door so you can't forget it when you go out in the morning. You should empty the still-overflowing trash in the kitchen. You do neither of these things because

You are so exhausted.

it's 11:09 when you get home. You're very tired of spending almost two hours of your day driving to and from work. You forget to take the three stuffed fast food bags out of your car. One of them is soaked with the dregs of the latte you never finished. You step around the big contractor bag the size of an ottoman and hop on your computer just in time to catch your friends before they turn in for the night. The kitchen trash spilled onto the floor, so you scooped it up and changed the bag. You set the full bag and two knotted plastic shopping sacks on top of the big contractor bag the size of an ottoman so you can't ignore it when you go out in the morning. You tell yourself that you have got to remember to take the bin out to the road by tomorrow night, so you'll get the doorway trash out to the bin in the morning.

You are so exhausted.

You mop the floors. The sun was so bright today. The doorway is clear and the bin is empty. You chuckle to yourself as if to say "aw, you," affectionately when you realize you forgot to empty the clutter out of your car. There are two knotted shopping bags, a ripped up pizza box, three empty sports drinks, and five stuffed fast food bags. Two of them are soaked with the dregs of the latte you never finished.

You are so exhausted.

You had to apologize to your coworkers for the spoiled milk smell. You had thrown the fast food bags out at the gas station, and the dregs of the latte you never finished splattered you. There is still the ripped up pizza box and two knotted shopping bags, but you brought the empty sports drinks in to use as water bottles on-shift. They were useful. The trashcan in the kitchen is empty because all the trash that should be in it is on the counter where you felt comfortable lying to yourself about not forgetting to take care of it. You spilled a can of soda that was still half-full next to your computer desk. You haven't drank pop in three months, and it's been five since it was from a can, probably. You stamp some paper towels into the sludgy puddle.

You are so exhausted.

The trash is on the floor. You pick up the sludgy paper towels, soaked with the can of soda that was still half-full next to your computer desk. You walk over to the trash can in a daze, fully dissociated from the trash you're stepping over. You feel so hollow. You don't cry yourself to sleep, but your eyes have been strangely wet since you got home.

You are so exhausted.

You are so exhausted.

The trash is bagged in front of the door. Most of the trash on the counter where you felt comfortable lying to yourself about not forgetting to take care of it is still there. The trash can in the kitchen is overflowing.

You are so exhausted.

You will remember it this time for sure. The bin outside can't be closed and was too awkward to roll at the moment, so you at least put the overflow bags next to the road so that you could go in and grab the rest before you had to move the bin to the road. You sit in front of the computer and watch a funny video. You realize it would have been a better idea to move the bin first so that you could use it as scaffolding for the five bags sitting next to you. The trash on the counter where you felt comfortable lying to yourself about not forgetting to take care of it has doubled. There are only three trash bags next to your computer desk. Your room feels claustrophobic because you can only walk from the bed to the door in one clear path. You've been complaining to yourself for the past two months that you've gotta take the little can out of the bathroom because it's stuffed full of wads of hair and damp cardboard tubes and your new electric toothbrush you accidentally knocked off the counter and broke the second time you used it. You haven't had a clean dish in months. You rewash one chopstick and pull a new partner for it out of the pack. You are very high and your homemade stirfry is tasty. You don't care that you're serving it to yourself on half of a takeout box that you put a sheet of foil over.

You are so exhausted.

You hear the trash on the counter where you felt comfortable lying to yourself about not forgetting to take care of it fall to the floor. It sounds angry, but muffled by the walls of your room that feels claustrophobic because you can only walk from the bed to the door in one clear path. You have to be up in the morning. You don’t work until tomorrow afternoon, but you have to be up. 

You are so exhausted.

There are two foil-covered box halves next to your computer, decorated with the rest of your disposable chopsticks. They are stained with use and reuse. You bought two plastic bowls from the dollar store so you could have some soup. They're both dirty under the takeout boxes, the one spoon you clean sometimes crusted and stuck to the bottom by bits and sludge. Your teeth have been clenching from stress at work. You need a raise.

You are so exhausted.

You wake up ready to go to sleep. You get in the car, throwing a fallen stuffed takeout bag into the crowded passenger seat to join the torn pizza box and five knotted shopping bags. You don't drink lattes anymore. Your seat is tacky. You're fifteen minutes early to being early to work, and reward yourself with sending a few messages to your friends before you have to clock in. You watch part of an interesting video before you realize with a start that you have to get out of the car. Your coworker makes a joke about your passenger seat, that the trash might kill you. If your coworker asked you if you were serious when you said, in a funny voice, that you hoped it would, you don't know if you'd know the answer. You're afraid that you do know the answer, though.

You are so exhausted.

You are so exhausted.

The bin needs to go to the road. The trash needs to go to the bin. The carpet in front of the passenger seat is stained. There is so much stuff shoved into the back seat, none of it trash. You wipe the seats down with disposable car wipes. You should go across the street and use the vacuum at the carwash to clean up the crumbs.

You are so exhausted.

The forgotten counter trash is growing. It looms out of the corner of your eye, and your brain can not see it. Will not see it. The kitchen trash is almost full.

You are so exhausted.

You don't want to try to get on the computer. You just get high in your room that feels claustrophobic because you can only walk from the bed to the door in one clear path, doomscrolling on your phone. You don't feel like going out that night. You've got two days off in a row. You deserve to relax so you can get some stuff done.

You are exhausted.

The trash is forgotten.

You are exhausted.

You are exhausted.

You are exhausted.

Your room feels claustrophobic because the trash that had once been on the counter that you felt comfortable lying to yourself about not forgetting to take care of it has taken over the one clear path from the bed to the door. You pick through carefully. Your passenger seat is empty, but the carpet in front of the passenger seat is stained. There is so much stuff shoved into the back seat. You have a great day at work.

You are exhausted. When the forgotten trash begins to pile itself into memories, you can't even cry.

You are exhausted. When the memories begin to wail and sob as they are then dragged under, back into the trash and drowned, you cannot bring your hand up to feign reaching out.

You are exhausted. When the forgotten trash reaches out to pull you under, too, you cannot bring yourself to struggle or thrash. You cannot fight.

You are exhausted, and you can finally allow yourself to find some rest.

[heartfullofleeches]

Hopping Ship

Yan Rival Restaurant Mascot + G.N Reader + Yan Restaurant Entities

Slow day....

Right in the middle of lunch hour too-

Scarce to see the restaurant so empty like this nowadays. After starting the new shift, you genuinely began to ponder if you'd finally lost your hearing due to the one-sided shouting matches from customers before realizing there had been a single since you clocked in and the silence surrounding you was very much real.

With so much free time, you finally got around to completing some tasks you'd be putting on the back burner for a while and a few you picked up while the janitor was out on personal business. They were gone every other week of the month, but you stopped wondering where they went after seeing them crawl into a black van one night after closing shit. It's impolite to watch coworkers who appear to be wearing your missing coat drag trash bags into unmarked vehicles after midnight.

You swept the floors, decorated the back office with some of the flowers the mascot left you and read a couple of their letters, created a sign out for the bathroom succubus to please at least put a towel beneath the door when she went on of her many "mandatory smoke breaks", and other duties which staked your claim as the establishment's most valued, living employee - all accommodating in the treat you rewarded yourself with once your break rolled around.

Sitted at the back of the fridge, behind the cooler you kept your gifted deer kidneys from the crying figure in the woods - a single fruit cup shined in all its syrupy glory. You tended to avoid eating coworkers food until their names appeared in the papers, but this little delight was stapled with a friendly letter for whoever came across it.

"For you~ (yes, the one reading this)"

That in itself should've been warning enough, but you were too hungry to care and not really in the mood for greasy fast food or ice cream from a bastard ghost. It was the perfect snack. Tiered with fruits representing all colors of the rainbow separated by rich, fluffy cream you assumed to be whipped frosting or some type of yogurt.

Snagging the cup and a spoon from the dispensery, you head back to the front to eat just in case anyone shows up. First bite in and you immediately notice something off about what you've just willingly ingested. What should've a sweet, succulent strawberry tasted exactly like strawberry cheesecake. The creaminess of its taste compared to its snappy texture threw you off entirely. You nibbled on an apple slice which tasted just like pie. Not exactly what you were going for, but you needed something on your stomach. Mindlessly chewing away, a faint hiss comes from beneath the counter.

"Psssst."

Must be another gas leak.

"Y/n - down here!"

You almost wish it had.

Peering underneath, you make contact with the frantic eyes of a former coworker. His face was caked in mud and his lips cracked from the clear signs of dehydration. You grab a cup of water from the soda machine which he near inhales, plastic and all. You take your seat back at the counter, poking around at your cup. "Hey, Noah. What happened to you last we I thought you the storyteller told you to go get lost in the forest and get eaten by bears."

"I was a boyscout growing up and all the predator animals in this area are dead. Get down - it'll see you!"

"What will?"

He tugs on your sleeve. "The rabbit thing that's been throwing everyone into that van! It's right outside!"

"Mm?"

Sucking a cube of peach cobbler off your spoon - you you peer outsife where another mascot stood - gloved hand extended a with flyer to the customer approaching the the door. The anthropomorphic rabbit was dressed in a red and white hybrid of a nurse gown and a 50s waitress outfit down to the pastel skates it wore on its large feet.. When the customer ignores the paper and went out of their way to walk around the strange figure, the creature dropped the flyer as it clasped its hand around their neck and hurls them into the open van beside it. Slamming the door on their ankle - the rabbit suddenly bends backwards with an audible crack facing the register as its ears dangle at its feet, waving at you with its Cheshire grin. You chase a grape around the container with your spoon.

"They seem friendly."

Noah pulls harder on your clothes. "Quiet! We need to call the police."

"Mmm... nah, they never respond to any of our calls anyway."

He groans into his hands. "Ughh- Ojay, we'll figure something out - just, don't make look that thing in the eye.

Bit too late for that.

The rabbit mascot had scaled the restaurant floor in about the same time it too you to swallow the bland frosting that served as a palate cleaner for the tooth rotting sweetness. It contorts to match your height, button nose inches from yours.

"Hello, hello, he-llo - where have you been hiding?~ I was looking for you. "

".... Hey, Noah? Can you actually try the police to see if they'll show up this time?"

The rabbit chuckles. "Funny too. I knew you were a catch from the second I laid eyes on you. That's why I had to make sure our first meeting was special and there were no..." Its eyes fall to the counter." prying eyes... Anywho! Did you enjoy the fruits I left for you?"

You shrug, mouth full of sugary melon. "I guess."

"Fantastic! Those at my establishment prioritize a healthy, and tasty lifestyle. I certainly hope you don't mind us treading on your territory, but it was the only spot in town fit for our dream. If all things go according to plan, you won't have to worry about the competition at all! Onto my big question - would you care to join our team? An experienced crewmate like yourself is just what we need and if you start this afternoon - I'll even make you manager! Even deal, wouldn't you say?"

"....not really."

"Great!-...." Its ears fall flat against its skill. I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"I kinda like it here. Bring manager sounds like I'd have to do more work than I do now, and the the ball pit is a big factor to why I stay.

Soft clapping sounds from the play area. Confused, he mascot looks between your face and your half eaten cup. "Are you sure?"

You shrug again. "Pretty sure I am."

"Maybe take another bite and think about it harder?"

LYou shove the remaining bits of fruit in your mouth, using the time to chew as your grace period. "Positive."

"I see...." The rabbit's whiskers twitch as it snaps back to full height, spinning on their wheels towards the door. "No matter. I will be back for you another day with an offer you won't be able to refuse. Until then."

You look at the floor as they skate away. "I think it's leaving, Noah.... Noah?"

"Help me!"

You glance back up in time to see Noah being dragged outside and flung into the van as his captor grumbles something about just using sleeping pills next time. You official cross him off the schedule as you throw the cup away.

"If they'd just offer me their skates - I probably would've said yes."

You lick the spoon clsan as the ice cream machine whirls to life.

"Cheater!"

"Oh shut up."

[frankiensteinsmonster]

Is it invalid to worry about your environmental impact as a person who lives on this planet (especially when loads of other people seem to live in ignorant bliss or openly just do not care)?

Not at all.

But as disabled people* I really think we should allow ourselves those accommodations we need/that would make our lives easier.

Bottled body wash lathers easier and saves you that tiny bit of energy while you're washing up? Can't seem take care of your bar of soap so it runs out fast because it's always wet and actively makes your bathroom harder to clean? You deserve to preserve your energy and keep yourself clean. Use it.

Bottled water means your executive dysfunction won't get in the way of you getting hydrated? Means you can keep water by your bed so you don't have to endure the physical pain of walking to the kitchen? Means your OCD symptoms won't prevent you from drinking water for hours-days at a time? You deserve to drink water without stressing. Drink it.

Paper plates and plastic utensils mean you get to eat without having to worry about dishes + prevents you from having an overwhelming sink full of every dish you own covered in rotting, smelly food that may even attract bugs and cause them to breed in your sink? You deserve to eat freely and live in a clean and safe environment. Use them.

Can't wash clothes on the regular let alone cleaning rags due to energy/executive function, ability, finances, ect.? Use paper towels. For whatever reason you need them. Spills so you don't take up your only clean towel and risk it sitting + developing mold and mildew. Wiping off your counters. Dusting. Drying your dishes. Drying your hands. I literally do not give a fuck. Use them!

Use frozen vegetables that come in plastic bags and frozen meals that come in single use plastic and floss sticks and plastic cups and precut fruit and veg and whatever little necessary 'convenience' you can think of that makes your life easier. Just because you Technically, Physically can pull it off doesn't mean you should and it's important we think about the consequences of our actions even if we're the only ones really impacted by them. You're important. And for a lot of us, these things are what makes the difference between Getting Things Done At All and sitting in shame because we can't bring ourselves to make our own everything and do everything the long or right way. We put too much pressure on ourselves to make up for what abled people aren't doing themselves. If Anybody deserves a break it's us.

Don't misconstrue this as discouragement from doing what you can or whatever, but I need all of us to be a lot more realistic about what impacts our lives and which trade offs are worth it for our own sake.

It's unfortunate that we don't have options for more sustainable resources when it comes to taking care of ourselves, but it shouldn't fall on us to choose between a significantly more difficult life or feeling guilt free. Advocate where you can for better treatment of the planet, and until that can happen-- non-disabled people can and should pick up the slack for us. They literally have that option and the impact they face is an infinitesimal inconvenience compared to the real health/quality of life consequences that build up in such a severe way over time. We deserve that little bit of leeway.

*disabled includes both physical and mental ailments on this post btw

[venture4treasure]

"Happy Birthday, Venture"

Words: 657

Premise: Venture’s birthday unfortunately overlapped an important Overwatch mission, but you do your best to make the best of it for them. 

Warnings: None

Three hours into a flight back to Gibraltar, and most of the agents have been lulled to sleep by the exhaustion of the mission aided by the gentle rumble of the plane engine. 

You slip into the empty seat besides Venture, they’re staring absent-mindedly out the window, head resting against their hand propped up on the tray table. They don’t make any acknowledgement of your presence. 

“Sloan,” you ask, your hand ghosting over their shoulder – unsure of if touch would startle them. 

They snap towards your voice, blinking a couple times to ground themselves before breathing out an exasperated groan. 

“Sorry, sorry,” they say, waving their hands for emphasis, “didn’t mean to ignore you, love”. 

“It’s fine,” you smile, reaching for a towel to wipe at some of the dirt on their face, “you didn’t wash up earlier?” 

“I was tired and thought I’d knock out instantly,” Venture leans back into their seat, “instead I’ve been thinking, getting into my own head about things”.

“Penny for your thoughts?” You hum. 

“It’s my birthday, I almost forgot with how busy everything has been,” Venture explains, “guess this whole ‘saving the world’ thing doesn’t come with vacation days”. 

“It’s also my first birthday away from family,” Venture adds, quieter, “like it was going to happen one day, but I really wish I were home with mi abuelita and not on this mission”.

Venture pauses, reflecting on what they’ve said. They make a face, sticking their tongue out as if spitting out something gross. 

“What am I saying,” they whine, “of course I want to protect the people and artifacts of Dorado, but…” 

You reach your arm across Venture’s neck, pulling them in for a hug. 

“No, I get it. We’re all so tired with everything recently,” you lean back, tracing their eye bags with your thumb – you can’t imagine how exhausted they are between Overwatch and the Wayfinders Society, it’s bad enough just trying to keep up with Overwatch alone these days. 

“Anyways,” you chirp, rummaging through your bag to take out a tupperware container. 

“Cupcakes,” you cheerily announce, “I wouldn’t forget your birthday”. 

Venture stares at you, at a loss for words. 

“How did you get them aboard?” 

“Who’s checking,” you ask back. Ana does, your mind helpfully supplies. But she all but encouraged you when you bashfully explained why, so that doesn’t count. 

Venture makes a noise, surrendering to your point. They pick up a cupcake, taking a bite.

“It’s good,” they lick their lips, “better than the rations on the plane for sure”. 

You agree, digging through your stuff again for a plastic bag that you haphazardly drop besides the cupcakes. 

“Rocks?” Venture asks, amused. 

You pick out one of the ‘rocks’ from the bag, breaking it in half to show them.

“Cake balls” you correct, popping the dessert in your mouth, “they’re really good, I got the recipe from Lena”.

“Lena cooks?” Venture raises a brow in disbelief, picking a cake ball for themselves. 

“No,” you laugh, “Emily does though, she's fantastic”.

The two or you eat in silence for some time, breaking the peace to show each other social media posts on your phones. 

“Oh,” you pull out a yellow slip of paper from your pocket, “I got this for you too”.

Venture takes the note, unfolding it to read its content. 

“A paid leave of absence…” Venture reads to themself, “from the Wayfinders Society and Overwatch?” 

“This isn’t real”. 

“It very much is,” you huff, “took forever to find who manages this kinda stuff for the Wayfinders, but Winston was happy to give you your well-deserved break”. 

Venture lets out a choked noise, catching you in a tight hug, shoving their face against your neck. You can feel them silently tear up. You hold them closer, running your hand comfortingly across their back. 

“Go enjoy a break with your abuelita,” you say.

“I will,” they assure, still clutching onto you.

“Happy birthday, Sloan”.  

Author’s Note: One (now a couple, oops) day late because I forgot until I saw a tweet about it.

[suna-cerely-yours]

Thirsty ft Miya Atsumu

warnings: drabble, fem!bodied reader, suggestive

a/n: we will most certainly be back in the reporter!reader and msby! character verse, just- maybe not with atsumu.

Gripping your phone you stand on the side of the court, waiting for the winners of the match to start post-game interviews. There’s about dozen other reporters surrounding you, each eager to get a few words from the star players of the match. You, however, are on a mission tonight. Your eyes are fixed on one man alone- Miya Atsumu. Well, technically speaking, everyone’s got their eye on the blonde currently signing jerseys and- was that, yep, he’s signing someone’s bare tits. Miya Atsumu, tonight’s MVP- and arguably the best active setter in the V-league (you personally thought Kageyama Tobio was better, but the magazine you worked for was a die-hard MSBY supporter, so you kept your opinions to yourself). Narrowing your eyes, you get ready to shove and claw your way through the mass of reporters that’ll form once he makes his way to your side.

There’s a sudden movement, that almost knocks you over as cameras start flashing at the first player over. You catch a glimpse of dark curls and a face mask, before you’re pushed back. Stumbling, you regain your balance, cursing at no one in particular. Great, now you’ll probably miss Atsumu even walking by, much less interview him. Straightening the lanyard with PRESS written on it in bold, you look around for an opening, hoping he’s still on the court.

He’s still on the court. You watch as he sits down on a side bench, wiping sweat from his face before putting the towel down. Slowly he spreads his legs, his shorts stretching obscenely across his thick thighs, (fuck, what does he squat to get those thighs?) riding up even further. A vision flashes through your mind- of you kneeling between his parted legs, hands running up those thighs as you lean forward to press your mouth to his-

You’re unable to blink as he grabs a water bottle from the icebox, uncapping it with the same hand, before bringing it to his lips. He tips his head back, revealing the strong, sweaty column of his neck as he drinks, throat bobbing. Rivulets of water messily drip from his mouth, running down his neck, wetting the front of his jersey. You bite your lips, feeling a distinct throb, as you shift uncomfortably. Who on earth makes drinking water look so R- rated?

He empties the bottle in three gulps, before crushing the plastic and dropping it in his bag, open at his feet. You stare as he grabs another water bottle, uncapping it the same as before, but to your horror instead of bringing it to his mouth he overturns it on his head, wetting his hair and face. Your panties feel distinctly sticky as he wipes the water from his eyes, shaking his wet hair, not unlike a dog- you note (a small part of brain supplies golden retriever helpfully, but you’re kind of preoccupied). He stands, running a hand through his hair, before lifting the bottom of his jersey to properly wipe his face, revealing an expanse of golden skin and muscle- a body carved to perfection through hours of dedication. Your mouth feels dry as you swallow, what was wrong with you?

Trying to compose yourself, you miss Atsumu pick up his bag and grab another water bottle, before making his way to your side. You’re shoved aside once again, as reporters try to catch Atsumu- but he ignores all that. 

“Here ya go, babe.”

You glance at the outstretched water bottle, before locking eyes with the man of the night. Incredulously, you open your mouth, hoping to say something ('you have an entire list of questions you prepared for him' your brain chimes in, you ignore it.)

“I-”

“Ya looked a little thirsty there, do ya want my number along with this?”

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

It was only supposed to be a One night stand (Part 3)

Tw: sexual content, mentions of suicide

shorter chapter todays guys, blease vote the poll down there

Part 4

You woke up to the sound of rattling and the cold sensation on your head. You groaned, cracking your eyes open to see that a sack, made up of a towel and a bunch of ice cubes is resting atop your head. The man is holding it in place.

You and he are still completely naked, only covered by a blanket. You wonder if he prepared this in the nude.

You turned your back against him and pushed the pack of ice away. You felt the bed dip as he shifted his position, he puts it somewhere else and intertwined his legs with yours while he engulfed you in his arms.

He kissed the base of your neck and nuzzled his nose affectionately on your back.

You forced yourself up and pried his arms off you, wanting to use the bathroom. He lets out a tiny whine, weakly grabbing at you as you fend off his fingers. The man frowned when you freed yourself to leave the room.

This time, you locked the door. So you could have an uninterrupted shower and a good look at yourself in the mirror. You definitely look a lot better than before, slowly healing from this illness but the bite marks and hickeys are... excessive.

Slick and cum drip down from between your legs. You estimated that he unloaded at least a dozen times to get to this amount. Luckily for you, you can't get pregnant. You made sure of that.

It took you an hour to clean yourself up and change yourself into a fresh set of clothes. You had to take a deep breath before leaving the room to face him again.

You opened the door to see that he's not there. Good.

You return to your bedroom to see that the blanket has been displaced and his clothes are missing.

So you head to the living room, to see that the glass shards from the broken window has been swept away, and the gaping hole in the wall has been temporarily covered up by a paint stained, blue tarp. No doubt from his car.

There he was, in the kitchen with the microwave on; Fully clothed. You saw a couple of plastic bags and a receipt on the counter, you quickly deduced that he ordered food delivery. You wonder what he got for you this time.

He turned around and walked to you. Pulling you into a hug and kissing your forehead. He cupped your cheeks and inspected your face, once he deems that you're okay, he kisses you on the lips.

The moment was interrupted when the microwave beeps. He lets you go, the man went up to the appliance to remove two plastic tubs of what you think is chicken egg soup. No doubt, from his usual place- it is going to be greasy.

"I get this when I'm sick." He spoke, carefully carrying them to the dining table. Once he set them down, he flicked his hands. The heat probably burnt his fingerprints on as steam wafted through the air.

He pulled your chair out for you and you took that as an invitation to sit. Like the gentleman he is, he gently pushes you nearer to the table.

He sat opposite of you, scooping his own soup into his mouth.

Again, silence. There really isn't anything to talk about, you're not interested in knowing more about him and you're not going to reveal any information that-

"Montgomery." You brought your head up to look at him. "My name is Montgomery." He clarified.

Well, about damn time. You grunted in acknowledgment and continued eating your soup, trying to dodge the oil blobs floating on it.

There were a couple beats of quietness before he spoke again. "I'm from the south." You hummed in response, that explains his accent. He obviously is seeking to make conversation with you, but you don't feel like talking to him.

"I came to the city, trying to make it big." You let him continue.

"My old man wanted me to stay on the farm... and my momma said I wouldn't amount to anything much in the city. I guess she's right." He raked his hair with his fingers.

You ignored him. Prompting Montgomery to open up even more.

"The people in the city aren't like the people in the south. They're..." He paused, trying to find the right words. "Different. I just couldn't get along and I felt lonely. So, so lonely."

He looked at you eating spoonfuls of your soup.

"I couldn't go back, I was ashamed of myself. I should have listened to my ma and pa." His voice wavers. "I was a failure and a crappy son for abandoning the farm, my brothers and sisters. I couldn't come back empty handed. So I..."

He gulped and looked into your eyes nervously. "I tried to... leave. I was a coward and an idiot that night. No one cared, and they would have been happier with an insect like me dead anyways."

Then, he smiled. Scooting his seat closer to yours. "But I don't regret it. Because my angel appeared right before me. You gave me a meaning to my life." He playfully pinched your cheek, making you grunt in irritation before swatting his hand away.

He kissed your head in retaliation, restraining your wrist temporarily so you won't push him away. Firing rapid kisses trailing from your jaw down to your collarbones. Only letting you go when you started thrashing. He frowned and backed away, feeling a twinge of hurt that you didn't want his love at the moment.

After that, he returned to his original position and continued eating his soup.

"I'm visiting home this winter." He uttered. "I want you to come with."

Immediately, you declined. Straight up handed him a firm "no".

"I promise, the country isn't as bad as you city dwellers think it is." He bargained. "Ma makes the best pecan pie and-"

You cut him off, saying that you can't take time off work. Also, you only knew his name a mere five minutes ago, he shouldn't bring a stranger to meet his family.

"But you're not a stranger..." He mumbled. "You're my saving grace." Montgomery continued, louder this time. "You're my lover, my light, my first." A dust of pink appeared on his face, he tried concealing it with his hair.

His first? You enquired him about it.

"I... um. You're my first kiss, my first love. I never touched anyone like how I touched you." He coughed into his hand. "I was a virgin before I met you." He slouches, seemingly trying to make himself smaller due to embarrassment.

Definitely a sheltered countryman.

He looked at you with his brown, pleading eyes. "Please? It would mean so much to me, I want everyone to meet my baby. I want them to meet the love of my life." He moved closer, resting his hands on your thighs. "Please? You're all that I have going on. Everyone will love you and I promise you'll have a good time there."

You stared at him, not caring if your soup had gone cold.

"I'll talk to your boss if it helps. Come with me, please?" He begged, slightly squeezing your thighs with his fingers.

You shifted your gaze elsewhere, trying to avoid the kicked puppy expression on his face that you find increasingly handsome each time you see it.

"Look at me, baby." He whispered, turning your head towards him by your chin. "Please? I love you. I'll do anything for you to come home with me." His other hand now slid under your shirt, caressing your bare skin.

[jessicaloons]

Chapter 44:

Sometimes walking out is the one thing, that will find you the right thing

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"Do you really think it was a good idea? Taking him with us?" I asked, while Arlo spread out in my lap, yawning.

"He will be fine! Everyone will look out for him when we're in the car..." Charles replied, scratching our little baby's head "Look at him! Could you leave this cutie behind? No, you couldn't!"

"No, I couldn't, you're right." I chuckled, leaning back in my seat.

Since the moment I walked through the door and Arlo appeared in my peripheral I was done for. He followed me everywhere I go, always tilting his head adorably when I ignored him for a moment.

"He's a mama's boy..." Charles sighed, and I looked at him.

"He loves his daddy just as much..."

"Absolutely not true! But its okay, he's your baby boy..." he leaned back as well and as if on cue, Arlo scrambled up over the armrest and console, making himself comfortable rolled up in Charles lap "Oh well, never mind, he's my baby now." he chuckled, gently rubbing the little puppy's back.

"He's our baby!" I insisted patting Arlos head before I put on my headphones, watching how Charles leaned a little down, cooing at the little fur baby.

I started a movie and by the end of it I saw that Charles fell asleep, his seat reclined and Arlo rolled up on his chest, slumbering as well. Carefully I grabbed my phone out of my bag and took some pictures, knowing that Charles would love them, then I reclined my seat as well and put on some music, trying to sleep a little myself. I watched Charles and Arlo for a while when I must’ve fallen asleep.

"Shhh… it’s okay. We‘re okay. Just…" I heard Charles mumbling next to me, shifting around "All good, Arlo."

I slowly opened my eyes and saw Charles sitting, a wet stain on his T-Shirt, Arlo halfway wrapped up in his hoodie. I sat up immediately and they both flinched.

"What happened?" I asked and both looked at me.

"There was a little accident. All under control. We just need a moment in the bathroom." he got up, searching through his backpack "See? I used to have a spare shirt with me because of Liam in the past, now because of Arlo. All good." he walked away and I looked over his seat, where everything looked dry and clean.

After a couple of minutes Charles returned with Arlo, the puppy with slightly wet fur, wrapped up in a towel and Charles with a new shirt on, he handed me Arlo right as a flight attendant appeared, handing him a plastic bag.

"Here you go Mr. Leclerc." she smiled at him and then at me and Arlo "If you need anything else, just call me."

"Thank you." Charles nodded, while he packed his wet t-shirt and hoodie into the plastic bag, stuffing it back into his backpack.

"I guess such a long flight was a little too much…" I said quietly, stroking Arlo’s back.

"Maybe a little. But it’s okay. We’re almost there."

"And then it’s welcome to Miami, Arlo."

"There's a new family member since China? The little one is here as well?" Natalie asked and I smiled.

"Yep, his first big trip with us. We won’t take Arlo with us to every race, well out of Europe at least. But he's still in the phase where he has to get used to us so we didn't want to leave him at our family to take care of him..." I smiled and she nodded.

"Arlo was your gift from Charles for your second anniversary?"

"Yeah, he's crazy! After last year surprising me with tickets for the Era's Tour, even meeting Taylor, I was like, he can't top that... and then I come home from the supermarket and this little fur baby appeared out of nowhere and yeah... crazy!" I chuckled

"Maybe he's your good luck charm then for this weekend!" Natalie laughed.

"That would be amazing, we'll see I guess." I waved goodbye and followed Julie back to our hospitality, where Arlo was playing on the lawn with Charles and Liam, the moment he saw me he bolted and Charles got up immediately but then relaxed when he saw that Arlo was running towards me.

"Hey my little boy..." I cooed and scooped him up, smothering him with kisses before I sat him back down, walking to Charles and Liam.

"For one second I thought he would run off... you scared me, you little rascal!" Charles bent down, scratching his head "But of course, he only saw you and we're long forgotten..."

"Oh don't be so dramatic!" I laughed, watching Arlo playing with Liam.

"I'm not dramatic, I'm honest. But it's okay, I understand him." he laughed pulling me to his side, kissing my temple.

"Ewww don't kiss. That's eww..." Liam scrunched his nose and began to giggle hysterical when Charles picked him up, throwing him over his shoulder and tickling his sides "No stop! That's unfair... Charlie..."

"You want me to give you some kisses? Huh? Bubba?" Charles laughed and I joined in.

"Yeah, come on, give your favourite auntie a kiss."

"Nooooo... girls have cooties!" the moment Charles sat him down he ran off, Arlo following him.

"I don't have cooties!" I pouted a little and Charles laughed, pecking my lips.

"Nope, you don't have cooties... but even if you would have, I still would kiss you." he chuckled and I rolled my eyes playfully, when I saw a young boy approaching.

"You've got a visitor." I smiled at the boy, waving him over and he shyly stepped next to Charles, who turned around and smiled at him.

"Oh wow, look at you!" Charles said, gesturing to the boys Ferrari shirt, cap and shoes.

"Hi Charles." the little one said nervously, and Charles kneeled down "Could you- umm could you sign my car and cap? Please? If it's okay?"

"Of course! Do you have a pen?" he asked, and the boy nodded, turning a little to his mother, who opened her purse, but then searched frantically for the pen.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, I must've lost it!" she said, looking at her son, whose shoulders slumped a little "I'm really sorry, Micah."

"How about we take a picture together?" Charles asked, and the little fan nodded "Great... now a big smile for the camera!" he said and the mother of the boy took a picture, right when Arlo jumped into the frame.

I walked back into the Audi hospitality looking for my bag.

"Do you need anything?" Julie asked and I nodded.

"Do you know where my bag is? I need a sharpie for Charles." I said.

"Oh yeah, wait." she walked in the back and pulled my bag out "Here you go. Oh wow, you have a lot of sharpies?" she chuckled when I pulled one out of the zipper bag.

"I'm with Charles, do you know how often people ask for an autograph and then their pen doesn't work? Or they don't even have one? Yeah no, their sad faces? Nope. So, I carry around some myself, just in case." I shrugged and she smiled.

"That's cute!"

"Girlfriend duties, I guess." I walked outside, where the little boy petted Arlo's head

"Here." I handed Charles the sharpie and Micah made big eyes.

"Looks like you're getting that autograph after all!" Charles smiled, taking the car from the floor, signing it "On your cap as well? Yeah? Alright."

"Thank you so much! Can we-... umm can we maybe take a picture with you too, Lizzie?" Micah looked at me and I smiled, kneeling down next to Charles, with enough space for Micah to stand in between us "Thank you!" he smiled and after one last pat on Arlos head he and his mum walked off, waving us goodbye.

"You made his day!" I smiled at Charles who cocked an eyebrow.

"Me? Who brought out a pen so I can sign his car and cap?

You know how many fans day you already have made with carrying a pen with you all the time?"

"I mean, I'm with you. I have to be prepared for your fans!"

"Our fans, cara mia."

I rolled my eyes and laughed. His fans. Most definitely his fans.

"I don't understand why they didn't manage to bring your car back to the pits and then get it ready for you to drive for at least half an hour? 20 minutes?" I asked, my legs dangling in the pool.

"I don't know. I made a mistake and that's what you get for it.

It's like this." Charles scratched Arlo's ears and I sighed.

Miami didn't start the way we hoped it would. After Charles spin in FP1, making him miss the entire session and my engine problems in SQ2, making me start the sprint from P15, I hoped that the Saturday would be better for us. And for Charles it turned around with a second place in the sprint race and a P2 in qualifying. Not for me though. The car didn't feel good the entire sprint race and in Q1 my worst nightmare came true and I had to stop the car, setting no time, making me start from P20 in the race. I made it from P15 to P9 in the sprint, but from P20? Not a single point this weekend. Another bad weekend, right when Sainz was in talks with Audi about my seat in the team. On the way back to our hotel I looked out the window, deep in thoughts when I felt Charles knuckles brushing gently over my cheek.

"Cara mia?" he asked and I nodded slowly "I know it's looking bad right now, but you're an amazing driver! Overtaking in tight corners is one of your best treats! Don't give up already... the race is long and you can make up a lot of positions, okay?"

"I have to finish ahead of Sainz at every race. I have to show Audi that I'm the better driver." I breathed out, making Arlo look up from my lap, tilting his head

"And you will. It was their car that ruined your weekend so far! Not you! You didn't make any mistakes!" Charles insisted

"I know, but it's a scary feeling, not to know if I have a seat next year or not."

"Audi would be stupid, if they would choose him over you." he scratched Arlos head "Come on, little one, cheer up your mummy."

"You already did that, Arlo." I kissed his head and he stretched "Ouhhh big stretch!"

"He's so cute!" Charles chuckled a little and I nodded.

"You topped Taylor. I honestly didn't think it was possible, but here we are!"

"I mean, just buying you the tons of different versions of her new album would've been boring..."

"No! That was already enough!" I shook my head and smiled at him "You're too good to me!"

"Only the best for you, cara mia." he took my hand in his and kissed the back of it "And now stop frowning and worrying, you'll be amazing tomorrow!"

"If you say so."

"You'll see, I have a feeling that we'll have a good race. You and I."

Charles POV:

"Swap positions with Sainz." I couldn't believe my ears.

Swapping already? He was only faster because he was in my DRS range.

"Why?"

"Sainz is faster."

"But I don't un-..."

"We will swap back if he can't catch up to Verstappen." I heard that before. And what happened was, we did not swap back. I lost a potential race win. But this time it was different. Fred was here. He made the final decisions. I swallowed hard. Letting Sainz by. I focused on my tyres. My lap times. My pace. But after 10 laps, I was still in his DRS range, having definitely more pace than him.

"I'm destroying my tires like this, guys. We need to swap back."

"Copy. We are checking."

"No, there is nothing to check. We need to swap back." I was getting frustrated "Xavi?"

No answer. I knew what that mean. Sainz refused to swap back.

"Xavi? Tell them that I have pace. I can catch Max."

Radio silence. Once again fooled by my own team. Why was I this stupid? I kept pushing and pushing to overtake Sainz by myself but he left me no space. He was ruthless. And the inevitable happened.

"I need to box. My tyres are fucked. I have no grip at all."

"Copy." at least now Xavi reacted "And box for hards, next lap."

"No. Not next lap. NOW!" I was getting furious.

I was sick of it. Again, I did what my team asked from me and again I would be the one losing.

"We will box next lap." his words were final.

"Fantastic." I spat out.

I was almost blinded by rage. I did what was asked of me, although it didn't make any sense and here we were again. I was fooled again. After I had my new tyres, I stopped listening at all to what Xavi said. I drove the way I thought it was right, ignoring his input. At one point I managed to get Sainz behind me, he was not able to go my pace and I made sure it would stay this way, pushing as hard as I could go. I had Oscar in front of me, then Checo. It was a long way up to P3 but when I parked my car and got out I congratulated Lando for his first win and then went straight to my weighing. Not to my team. I know it wasn’t moat of them’s fault, but I felt betrayed. I had good pace. I was managing well. I was getting closer to Max. But they ruined my chances of trying to fight with him.

"Hey mate." Max said when I sat my helmet down, wiping my face with a towel "Amazing for Lando, right?"

"Yeah. I’m happy for him." I tried to sound cheerful. Tried to not show how furious I was "Do you know where Lizzie ended up?" I looked at him but he shook his head and I sighed.

"Why didn’t you ask your engineer?"

"I forgot." I lied.

"Then ask her herself." he nodded towards someone behind me and I turned around.

Just a moment later she pressed her warm and soft body against mine and I felt all my anger and frustration leaving me.

"I’m so sorry, Charles… Pete told me what they asked from you, how they messed up your race…" she whispered in my ear and I took a deep breath, inhaling her scent "Stop smelling me, I’m all sweaty and disgusting."

"Oh stop…" I chuckled, kissing the side of her head "How was your race? I didn’t ask Xavi where you finished? I was ignoring him…"

"I don’t know how I did it, but I managed to make it up to P6…" she began and then let out a surprised squeak when I lifted her up, spinning her around "Charles!"

"P20 to P6? Fucking hell, Lizzie! You’re brilliant, you know that?" I was so proud of her "What an amazing race!" I sat her back down and kissed her, not caring for the cameras flashing, the people cheering, not even the surprised gasp she let out.

"Go get your trophy…" she whispered, cheeks flushed, pushing me towards Max before she disappeared in the crowd.

"Oh lover boy, you’re so down bad for her…" he laughed and I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah I am. I mean look at her? Look what she’s doing?" I shrugged and Max nodded.

"No, I totally get it."

"So, little Lando is a race winner now." I said, taking a bottle of water and sitting down.

"Yeah baby I am!" Lando cheered as he walked through the door, going for some water himself, before plopping down in the chair next to me "That safety car was your guys doom."

"Maybe, maybe not." I replied and Max nodded along, watching the race highlights.

"They made you swap with Carlos?" he looked at me and I followed his look on the screen "And he refused to swap back then or…?"

"I don’t know. We’ll see later at the debrief I guess…" I said, trying to sound calm although I was anything but it.

I was putting on a brave smile. Waving as the crowd was cheering for us. Spraying Lando and Max with champagne. Smiled for the cameras. Then I left. Getting into the golf cart that would bring me back to the hospitality to get prepared for the media pen and press conference.

"Directly to the media pen, if that’s possible?" I asked the driver and he nodded. I didn’t want to go back to my team. Not yet. So the media pen was the only place I could hide for now. All questions were about the swapping of our positions, the not swapping back, how I was met with silence when I asked why this decision was made. I just smiled, said it all would be discussed at the race debrief. Lizzie walked in, talking with Mia and both looked relieved when they spotted me, walking over.

"Where the fuck were you?" Lizzie looked at me with wide eyes.

"Didn’t want to go back to the team…"

"You could at least tell me that? Did you say something to the press already?" Mia sighed.

"I did, sorry, but I said nothing that would make us look bad, don’t worry." I reassured her and she nodded.

"I’m sorry about what happened…"

"Yeah, me too. It’s like this…" I replied and Lizzie rolled her eyes next to her "Can we wait at the press centre? I don’t want to go back to the team…"

"Umm- yeah. Sure." Mia nodded and I looked at Lizzie.

"See you later, cara mia." I kissed her cheek but she held my hand "What?"

"Your team fucked up today, okay? Not you. You did amazing. You fought back and made it even onto the podium… with the input they were giving you, you wouldn’t make it up onto P3, okay? That was you. You alone. Don’t blame yourself… please." she looked at me, her eyes soft and pleading.

"I know. It was out of my hands today." I nodded and she smiled a little, pecking my lips.

"Good. Pick me up later? Arlo is probably missing us like crazy already…"

"I’ll text you."

"I never saw you this quiet at a press conference…" Mia said as we slowly walked back to the hospitality.

"I didn’t want to say something I might regret." I replied, sighing when I spotted the big, prancing horse "Let’s get this over with…"

"It’ll be okay, come on now." she smiled and we walked inside, where we were met with silence, everyone looking up from what they were doing, glancing at us.

"Charles…" Andrea walked over, handing me my bag with my bracelets and watch.

"Thanks mate."

"I’m sorry." he whispered and I nodded, putting my watch back on "I brought your bag and stuff down from your room… I figured you want to leave as fast as possible."

"Thank you, Andrea." I took the bag from him and walked to the quiet hallway with the bathrooms, locking myself in to one of them, quickly changing into jeans and Ferrari shirt. I laced my shoes when there was a knock on my door "One minute." I squashed my race suit, fireproofs and boots into the bag and put my RayBans on, unlocking the door.

"Fred wants to see you." Andrea said and I scoffed.

"Now? Can’t he say whatever it is at the debrief?" I handed him the bag and he shrugged his shoulders, handing me my phone, pass and car keys.

"I don’t know. He’s waiting at his office…"

"Alright. Thanks." I walked up the stairs, feeling a lot of eyes on me but I didn’t care. I was mad. That was no secret. I knocked once and opened the door when I heard Fred.

"Charles… come in, come in." he looked older than usually. Exhausted.

"You wanted to speak with me?"

"Yes. Charles, I know you’re not happy with the race today…" he began.

"Damn right. Not even 7 laps in and you already wanted me to swap positions… telling me we would swap back if Sainz wouldn’t catch up to Max, which he didn’t do, so when I had more pace again and said we need to switch back? Nothing. Xavi ignored me." I blurted out.

"Just like you ignored him in the end?" Fred raised his eyebrows.

"Wouldn’t I do that, I wouldn’t have ended up on the podium. So yeah. I ignored him."

"I understand Charles, I do. But you’re not alone on this team… we had reasons to believe that Carlos might be a little faster than you, so we had to give it a go. You have not all the input we have at the pit wall."

"And I understand that, but the race had barely started. I had to build up my pace before anything else, and as soon as I had it, we should’ve swapped back, like it was told to me! But we didn’t! I fucked up my tyres!" I was getting frustrated again.

"I know Charles. And it wasn’t right from us to not swap back. But Carlos…"

"I don’t care what Carlos said. Or what he did. He was slower. End of the story. That’s all that matters. He was slower. I was faster. I should’ve been allowed to swap back immediately when I asked for it and maybe I could’ve caught Max. We’ll never know."

"We told Carlos to swap back. But he said he can extract more from the car."

"Yeah? He said that too in the past. And that costed me a win in Silverstone. And maybe it costed me a win today as well…"

"Charles, you are both my drivers and I need to equally make sure that both of you can extract every ounce of performance. And if he says he can go the pace and push more, I have to let him try. Carlos has his own driving style on track, you have yours, but at the end of the day I have to make sure that you both don’t interfere with each other and have to make decisions you might not like, but they benefit the team."

"And did it benefit the team today? Did it benefit the team in China?" I asked him and he wiped his brows.

"No. But you have to understand-…"

"Why can he drive like he wants to, not giving a shit about me, the team, but as soon as I’m slightly doing the same, I’m the one to blame?"

"No one blames you! We just need to make sure that we are all on the same page for this season, Carlos is part of our team. Our family. We have to look out for each other and so when he steps over the line-…"

"It’s tolerated? He can do whatever the fuck he wants? Is that it what you’re telling me?" I was seething.

"Charles! It’s not-…"

"No. I’m done. I was promised that it would change. I was promised that now that Mattia is gone and I signed a long term deal with the team that I’m the number 1. The future. But still I get treated like shit. Still my races get compromised. Australia? China? Today? No, Fred, I signed because I believe in this team. In you. And in myself. But not like this. I want to be world champion with Ferrari more than anything else. But if this team doesn’t treat me like they want the same, I maybe need to find a new team." the words were out before I could stop them. They were true. Every single one. But still. I swallowed hard, Fred looking like I just punched him straight in the guts. I walked out of his office. Down the stairs. Out of the hospitality, a bunch of reporters already waiting. But I shook my head and walked past them. Not reacting to any of their questions. I walked straight into the Audi hospitality where Felix looked at me, shaking his head.

"A shame Charles. A real shame. I’m sorry!" he said and I nodded slightly "They should’ve listened to you."

"Something they tend not to do for some reason…" Lizzie said bitterly when she appeared next to me "Let’s get out of here, come on. Let’s go home."

"Are you sure? You don’t have to-…" I began but Felix patted my back.

"No. It’s good. You can go." he smiled a little and I nodded.

"Thanks Felix, I really appreciate it." I watched Lizzie walking back into the hospitality and a minute later she returned, an overly exciting Arlo in her arms "Hey my little boy. Come here." Lizzie handed him over and I cradled him close to my chest. He snuggled right into me, licking my face and my bad mood was almost gone.

"Come on. Let’s get you both home…" Lizzie smiled and we walked to the parking lots, where a bunch of fans were waiting, Arlo saw the many people and hid his face in my chest.

"Guys, can you leave us a little space? He’s a little scared…" I smiled and thankfully the crowd took a step back "Let’s get you in the car little one." I cooed at Arlo, sitting him down on my seat, before I turned back to the fans, Lizzie already writing autographs and taking selfies. I did the same and after a couple of minutes there was only a little girl and her father left, talking to Lizzie about the race. I opened the door for Arlo who jumped out, running straight to Lizzie.

"Hey my little one…" she cooed, kneeling down, her eyebrows scrunching together, a little scowl on her face, but it was gone after a second and she smiled again "Say hi to Sarah, Arlo." the young girl kneeled down as well, carefully sratching Arlos head.

"He’s so cute!" she smiled and Lizzie nodded, although not as enthusiastic as usual when it was about Arlo.

"He really is. Charles gave him to me for our second anniversary!" I smiled a little when she looked up and Sarah looked at her dad.

"Oh I know that look…" he chuckled.

"I want a puppy too, daddy."

"Puppies are a lot of work, you know? It’s not just all sunshine and rainbows… it’s a big responsibility, taking care of a little one." Lizzie explained and the girl nodded.

"Maybe when I’m older?" she looked at her father and he nodded.

"Yeah. Then we can discuss again." he looked at Lizzie, mouthing thank you "Come on now Sarah, I’m sure Lizzie and Charles need to relax now, after the race."

"Okay…" she got up and scratched Arlo’s head one last time before she looked at me "Bye Charles."

"Bye Sarah!" I smiled at her and she turned to Lizzie.

"Bye Lizzie!" she said and Lizzie hugged her.

"Bye Sarah!" Lizzie got up, waving the girl and her dad off "She was the cutest."

"Are you okay?" I asked as we walked back to the car.

"Hmm?"

"You looked like you’re in pain there for a minute?" I mustered her face, every little movement.

"Yeah, it’s nothing. Just a headache." she sat down, Arlo jumping on her lap, then I closed the door, rounding the car "Come on, let’s get out of here."

"Lizzie… you know that I can tell when you’re lying?" I looked at her pointedly.

"Okay, okay! God! I think I’m getting a migraine… it was pretty bad this morning already, and it’s only getting worse…" she rolled her eyes and I sighed "Can we now please go back to the hotel where I can take some painkillers and go to bed?"

"Yeah…" I looked her over and decided to not pressure her anymore for now. I was sure it wasn’t just a migraine she was hiding "You would tell me if your sleep paralysis would’ve started again, right?"

"Yes. Yes, I would." she mumbled, her head leaned back against the head rest, eyes closed "But it’s not that. Please believe me."

"Okay."

"Thank you."

"You should just call him? Or go to him..." Lizzie said when she saw me pacing back and forth.

"I can't! You haven't seen his face. Lizzie I said some horrible stuff." I groaned plopping down on the sofa.

After we arrived back in our hotel room and I took a long shower, in which I thought about what I had said to Fred I felt bad. Horrible. I shouldn't have said half of what I did. It wasn't his fault that Carlos didn't swap back. Could they anticipate it? Maybe. But at the end of the day he had more pace at one point, so they of course tried to maximise our performance. Letting out all my anger and frustration on Fred wasn't fair.

"Charles?" Lizzie straddled me, cupping my cheeks "Its Fred we're talking about. He loves you. Okay? Go. Talk to him. Explain why you said what you said. He'll understand."

"And what if not?" I whispered.

"Then you still apologise and tell him that you show him on track that you believe in him and his vision for the team." she gently kissed my lips and I felt myself melt into her. I pulled her tight into me, inhaling her scent "Come on now, you can do this." she got up and pulled me with her "Go."

"Okay..." I whispered, slipping on my shoes, leaving our room, making my way towards Fred's room a floor under ours.

I stood in front of his door for some time, five minutes, ten, maybe more, when I finally found the courage and knocked on the door. Anxiously waiting for Fred to open up and as soon as the door cracked open and I saw Fred's confused face I took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry for what I said. I didn't mean it. I mean not all of it. I was just so frustrated. But I shouldn't have said that I would look for a new team. I would never. You know how much this team means to me and I'm ready to give my all for it. But I just need some reassurance every now and then, I need to know that it's not me against the rest, like it was in the seasons before a lot of times. And I know that you treat us all fair and equally. I'm sorry-..." I blurted it all out and Fred looked at me with wide eyes.

"Charles..." he began but I shook my head

"I understand that your mad at me and need some time but I really wanted you to know that I'm sorry. And I will show you that it wasn't a mistake extending my contract and…"

"Oh you silly boy stop the rambling! I'm not mad at you! Was it painful to hear that you would look for another team? Yeah, but it also made me realise how fed up you must've been over the last seasons. I'm not mad, or hurt or anything else, okay?" Fred said and I looked at him.

"You're not mad?" I asked confused.

"I'm not mad. At least not at you." he shook his head a little.

"Okay..."

"After you left I thought a lot about what you've said. There are some things that need to change. Some things might take time, but there is one thing that I will change immediately." he sounded determined and I cocked an eyebrow "Miami was Xavi's last race as your race engineer."

"Lizzie, little Arlo is with us this weekend?" Clarkson asked and I nodded.

"Yeah, in Europe we take him with us as much as we can." I replied, smiling at the picture they showed of our little fur baby.

"Will he see a win of Charles or you?"

"I mean we will try it, right? With both our cars having new upgrades? We’ll see."

"Alright, let’s open the floor for questions."

"Alba Marquez. Marca. Carlos, how are the talks with Audi progressing? Your father said in an interview that for now he’s confident about the negotiations."

Negotiations?

"I don’t want to talk about that now. It’s still early in the season and I want to focus on my current team, not on my future team." Sainz replied, smirking knowingly.

Future team?

"That sounds like we will hear soon some big news?" the reporter asked and Sainz laughed.

"Next question." he said and I swallowed hard.

Why did it sound like I already lost my seat to Sainz? I felt the bike rise up my throat, everything becoming a blurry mess. I didn’t listen to the questions, trying to calm myself down as good as possible and whenever I was asked a question, I answered in short sentences. No details. Just straight up facts. But there were too many questions about my future in Audi. Too many questions if I already thought about a plan b if I would lose my seat to Carlos. I stuttered out that I would focus on this season, and then at the end of the year I would start to think about the next one. My heart was racing. Should I start looking for a new seat already?

"Michael Hauer. Autobild. Question for Carlos. Last year there was a physical altercation between your father and Lizzie in Maranello. The official statement read that it came to a verbal disagreement that turned physical as Lizzie punched your father. You were asked multiple times what this disagreement was about. You stated it was a simple disagreement over the race a day prior in Monza. Lizzie disagreed with your father and then overreacted?" the grey haired man in the first row asked and I had to fight the urge to roll my eyes and say what really happened.

"Yes. That’s what I said and that’s what happened? What’s the question there for me?" Sainz asked and although he lied shamelessly, in all fairness, I had to agree with him, it wasn’t a question. It was more a statement.

"So you’re saying Lizzie punched your father because she had a different opinion about the race and not because your father said and I quote him here 'He, I guess he was referring to Charles, He should learn how to tame his bitch', after saying that 'She should go back in the kitchen and cook her man a meal'?" the reporter had a satisfied smile on his lips and I looked at him "The video that has been posted was without sound but as of today we have another video, from a different angle where the conversation that was being held was clearly audible. An interpreter translated the Spanish into English."

It was quiet in the room. Too quiet. The female reporters all looked at Sainz with wide eyes, some of them with an angry look on their faces. The male ones were just shocked. Then all eyes wandered to me and I felt slightly uncomfortable.

"Am I correct when I assume that you speak Spanish?" Michael Hauer asked me.

"I’m fluent in Spanish…" I replied when my phone vibrated.

"Good umm- I think that’s it for today. Good luck this weekend." Tom Clarkson ended the press conference and Sainz jumped up, leaving the stage immediately.

I checked my phone. A text from Charles. Check mate.

I walked back to the Audi hospitality, flanked by Julie and JK, as a lot of reporters were trying to get a word with me.

"No comments." Julie said for what felt like twentieth time, as I walked inside our hospitality and I already dialled Charles number, flinching when it rang behind me.

I turned around and looked at him, a slight smirk on his lips.

"What did you do?" I asked and he shrugged his shoulders.

"I didn't do anything..." he replied, and I groaned.

"Charles! That was you! I know it!"

"Did I maybe write some fan accounts who I saw posting pictures from that day with me? Asking them if they knew someone who was in that school class and maybe finding someone who filmed it? Yeah. Did it take a damn long time because they weren't allowed to take their phones inside, and they were scared of the consequences they might have to face if it comes out that they filmed? Yeah. But did I reassure them that no one will ever find out their names? That I'm the only one who knows, and it stays that way? Yep, I did." Charles smiled and I pulled him in, crashing my body into his.

"Thank you... seriously..." I whispered and he stroked my back gently.

"I told you, I won't let them get away with it? Silencing me, us, by threatening to file an official complaint at the FIA because you were there? No. This is justice. And the look on Carlos face? Priceless." he chuckled a little.

"But you send that video anonymously, right? I don't want you to be in trouble because of me!"

"I'm not stupid, cara mia. Let's see how Audi likes the way Sainz sr. was talking about you and Carlos lying."

"I honestly don't care about that. I care more about the fact that everyone knows now that I didn't just punch him for no real reason. I mean, sure, violence never is the answer, and I shouldn't have punched him in the first place, but at least now everyone knows that I punched him because he's a sexist asshole." I shrugged my shoulders a little and Charles nodded.

"He deserved that punch, sadly you were-..." he began when his phone rang and he groaned after he saw who it was "That's Sylvia. She probably wants to talk to me about this little dumpster fire she has to take care off now."

"You should go, and don't look too pleased with yourself. You have to act innocent!" I said and he rolled his eyes "I'm serious!"

"Yeah, yeah, sure... I'll act all surprised.." he pecked my lips and left, not before scratching Arlo's head, who laid on one of the armchairs, rolled together.

"Lizzie? Can we talk?" Felix waved me over and I nodded

"Looks like the Sainz family has some explaining to do..." he winked and I grinned a little "That's good. The board should think twice if they want to replace their female driver with the guy who covered for his sexist father. Doesn't look to good on them."

"Are you sure?" I asked and he nodded.

"I will talk to them after Monaco. I want to discuss your contract extension with the board."

"Thank you, Felix. Really. You have no idea how much it means to me, that you, the rest of the teams has my back like this." I hugged him and he patted my back.

"You're our driver, little one. We want you. And we fight for you. And now off you go. I have some calls to make."

"Alright. And Felix?"

"Hmm?"

"Thank you for having so much faith in me."

Charles POV:

"... a disaster! Here in Imola! At home!" Sylvia was on the phone, while furiously typing away on her iPad "I don't know! No. No. Yes. Okay, talk to you later." she hung up the phone, groaning.

"What's going on?" I asked, as innocent as possible and her eyes narrowed.

"You don't know? Your girlfriend caused us a lot of trouble. Again!" she let out and I had to bite my tongue.

"What are you even talking about?"

"Haven't you seen the press conference? Where were you, by the way?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.

"I was waiting for Lizzie, playing with Arlo, then you called, so I came? So, what did Lizzie do?" I asked through gritted teeth.

"There's a video going viral, from Maranello last year, that day she didn't have herself under control a-..."

"You mean when Carlos' dad called her a bitch that I should tame? After telling her to go back into the kitchen to cook a meal for me? Yeah, I know what he said, Lizzie told me as you know." I looked at her pointedly.

"Well, everyone knows it now. The cat's out of the bag, Ferrari put out a false statement while one of our drivers was lying about what happened."

"Thank god that driver is not me." I chuckled and if looks could kill, I'd be dead by now.

"Do you have any idea how this looks? For the team? For Carlos?" she spat out and I shook my head

"I told you to be honest and tell the truth about what happened! I told you that Ferrari should be on the right side!

You didn't listen. You didn't care. That's what you get. You fuck around and find out." I shrugged my shoulders when Fred walked in, together with Carlos.

"Carlos, we will have to put out a statement." Sylvia looked at him and he nodded in silence "This is a disaster for the team."

"Well, the team just tried to protect their driver. Oh no wait, their drivers' father. Hmm not a good statement, sorry..." I couldn't hold back and in the corner of my eyes, I saw Fred fighting a grin "I'm sure you'll come up with something. Just like last year. And now if you excuse me. The media pen is waiting for me."

I walked out of the hospitality right into Mia, the look on her face showed me that she knew where I was coming from.

"How convenient that this clip was found and released right when it looked like Audi would really offer Carlos a seat next season..." she said, and I nodded

"What a coincidence, no?" I winked at her.

"I don't even want to know if you had anything to do with it. But just for the record, I'm happy that video was found. The hate Lizzie got afterwards? Deemed to be an emotional, overreacting girl who didn't have herself under control? That wasn't fair."

"No it wasn't. Then again, what was fair when it came to the media's perception of Lizzie? The way she was portrayed? Talked down? Insulted?" I replied.

"You're right. But as much as I hate to admit it, it doesn't look good for Ferrari." she sighed "A podium or win would help." she wiggled her eyebrows and I laughed.

"I'm on it."

"I'll take Arlo to Joris, you take care of your fans. See you later" she kissed my cheek, walking away, Arlo following her.

I took some selfies, signed caps and shirts, before I said my goodbye, going straight for the Ferrari hospitality.

"There he is, go..." Joris unclasped Arlo's leash and he ran towards me, jumping excitedly up my feet "I thought he would never stop howling!" he shook his head, when I bent down, scratching the fur balls ears "You will have to learn to love me more than these other fellas! I'll take care of you at the track!"

"Loving you more than me? Possible. More than Lizzie? You lost. Don't even try to compete... did you see how his ears peaked up, just mentioning her name... Lizzie... see! Sorry Jo, but that's a battle you'll never win." I laughed setting Arlo down, right when Andrea walked in "Let me change real quick and then I'm good to go."

I put on my race suit and boots, leaving the hospitality with Andrea, walking towards the garage, when an Italian reporter joined us.

"Charles, quick question, is it true that the reason why you and Lizzie didn't speak up and tell everyone the truth about what happened was that Ferrari threatened to file a complaint against Lizzie, for trespassing a competitors' faculties?" he asked and I contemplated answering.

I didn't want to throw Ferrari under the bus. It was my team. My home. And since Fred was here it all changed. But on the other hand, I didn't want the people to think that I just accepted what Ferrari did to Lizzie.

"Partly true. The only people who witnessed what happened were Mattia, the three Carloses, Lizzie, Joris and 1. The direct threat came unfortunately from Mattia. He was the one who asked us to stay quiet otherwise the complaint against Lizzie would be filed." I answered honestly. It was Mattia who said that. And he and Sylvia were responsible for the statement.

"Will there be any consequences for the team? For Carlos?"

"I don't know. And I honestly don't know why the whole team should face consequences for one man's decision." we arrived at the garage and he nodded

"Thank you Charles." he walked away and I sighed.

"I didn't want to throw Mattia under the bus like that, but rather him than the team…"

"He did enough damage to the team. Its only fair if he takes the blame." Andrea said and I nodded thankfully "Come on now. Today is important. We need to get you on pole."

"I'll try it."

"And that's P4. You did a good job, we knew that the track doesn't suit our car." Bryan said and I sighed.

"Yeah, I hoped the update would help a little but it's like this." I said and drove back into the pits, climbing out of the car when Lizzie walked over, a bright smile on her lips.

"That was... hot." she whispered, and I laughed "Seriously, you should do that more often."

"What can I say, sometimes I really like the dark side." I shrugged my shoulders and she laughed.

"How was it with Bryan?"

"He did a good job. It's nice to have someone who actually listens to your input for once."

"That's good. Really good." she smiled, and we walked inside for our weighing "He's fuming, I would guess..."

"His problem."

"Who are you and what have you done to my sweet Charlie bear?" she laughed, and I pinched her side.

"Sweet Charlie bear realised that he sometimes has to be selfish and not so sweet..."

She nodded and as soon as we had our receipts we went to the media pen, where Mia was waiting already.

"You know that they will ask about it. Be neutral. Not petty. And for god's sake don't be happy about it!" she said and I nodded.

"Don't worry, I got this." I laughed, ready to face the interviews were I did what Mia asked of me and when we left and made our way back to our garage she looked relived. Not like Sylvia, whose eyes shot daggers at me. But I ignored her and took my helmet from Andrea who walked by.

"What was that?" Carlos asked when I sat my helmet down.

"What?" I replied, wiping my face with a towel.

"You overtook me in fucking qualifying! I was out in Q2 because of you!" he was fuming and I took a sip from my water bottle.

"Sucks, doesn’t it? When your own teammate does that?" I winked and he was taken aback.

"Wha- that was-… that was different!" Carlos said immediately.

"You’re right, it was, because you did stuff like that and it was okay for everyone. You were even praised for it. I do stuff like that and all of a sudden I’m a bad teammate… but thankfully the drivers championship is only for one driver… and not for him and his teammate." I grabbed my helmet and left a too stunned to speak Carlos behind.

"So you think you can win?" his voice was a sneer and I turned around "The championship?"

"I know I can. I will." I smirked.

"First podium for Ferrari in Imola since Michael Schumacher’s win in 2006. Sounds fancy." Lizzie kissed my shoulder and I laughed.

"First winner for Ferrari in Imola since 2006 would sound even fancier, don’t you think?"

"Mhhh… maybe, but you can’t have it all, no? But you know what you can have? Another win in Monaco." she smiled at me, looking over the railing onto the harbour, where hundreds of yachts were trying to secure their best spot along the race track.

"We’ll see. But I would have nothing against it, that’s for sure. But first I need to get the pole."

"I have a pretty good feeling for both."

"Or maybe it’s your first win of the season?" I pulled her in my lap, nipping at her lower lip and she let out a soft moan "Lizzie Doetterer wins her first home race of the year…"

"First? So Hockenheim will be my victory as well?" she cocked an eyebrow and I nodded.

"I’d say no one on the grid knows Hockenheim the way you do. You raced there for years. Testing several cars, for several teams. Hockenheim is yours to win this year." I nodded.

"I’m just glad there is a race in Germany this year, for me to drive in. Winning it? That would be freaking amazing, not gonna lie." she whispered and I kissed her slowly "You win Monaco. I win Hockenheim. Deal?" she breathed out against my lips and I smiled.

"Deal."

Right when I pulled her into a heating kiss Arlo drew attention to himself, beginning to howl, jumping up my feet.

"Silly little rascal, come up here." I picked him up and sat him down between Lizzie and me and he happily began to litter us with kisses.

"Our little fur baby doesn’t like to be left out." Lizzie cooed at him and he tilted his head a little, basking in the attention he got from Lizzie.

"I understand him. I hate it when I’m around you but can’t constantly pull you into me, kiss you, cuddle you…" I sighed, scratching Arlos head.

"Oh come on! You do that!" she laughed.

"Not true."

"So true! You can’t keep your hands to yourself!" Lizzie said pointedly and I shrugged.

"I mean I could, but why would I want to, when it’s you I’m touching?"

"Focus on me?" I looked at Elijah and he nodded.

"People were disappointed that you were barely in the last season of DTS. So we thought it’s Monaco, it’s your home race, Lizzie’s now too, kinda. We should film not just her, but also you. I have some amazing visions of split screens, showing you both at the same time, probably doing the same thing just in different hospitalities, divided by colour, but the work remains the same…" he replied and I looked at Lizzie, cuddling Arlo.

"What do you think?"

"Sounds fun. And I agree, you didn’t have much screen time last season…" she chuckled.

"Okay… but you know we still make a lot of things together? Like now, we were heading to my mum’s hair salon, I need a haircut."

"It’s almost like a ritual, before every Monaco GP, he goes and cuts his hair." Lizzie got up, grabbing Arlo’s harness, securing it on him.

"Be as natural as possible. We just follow you around and film you." Elijah nodded and I got up, slipping on my shoes and grabbing my car keys.

"No." Lizzie said and I looked at her, confused.

"No?"

"No." she glanced at the keys and I rolled my eyes "Stop the eye rolling but if you want to drive, then we’ll not taking this car…"

"I honestly don’t know what your problem is with the 812-…"

"It’s so not you? The colour, the car, it’s just a monstrosity. It’s horrible. Daytona or Purosangue… or we’re taking my car."

"Which has the same colour like the…" I began but Lizzie scoffed.

"Don’t you dare compare my beautiful, pure alpine white with this pretentious, ugly off white of your car!"

"Daytona it is…" I chuckled and looked at the camera rolling my eyes "See what I have to deal with?" I whispered.

"Excuse me?" Lizzie looked up from securing the leash on Arlo’s harness.

"Nothing. Let’s go, Maman is waiting…"

"We’re not alone today, Maman." I said when she released me from her tight hug, going straight for Lizzie.

"I’m not blind, Charles." she scolded me a little, while pulling Lizzie close "Mon belle fille. You look beautiful today." she kissed Lizzie’s cheeks who only chuckled, her cheeks blushing a little.

"Oh come on!" she said.

"No! It’s true, look at how you smile today." Maman laughed, scratching Arlo’s head "Hello mon petit chou."

15 minutes later I sat in the chair, Maman combing my hair, chatting a little with Lizzie and answering some questions from Elijah about me and Lizzie.

"Are you als cutting Lizzie’s hair?" he asked and she nodded.

"Yeah, it started at a race weekend in Italy, our families knew each other for about a year, I think? Lizzie was a little annoyed by her hair, it was too long to be comfortably under her helmet and so she wanted to cut them off herself…"

"I was so annoyed! They were not fitting all under my balaclava!" Lizzie said and Maman nodded.

"I saw her with the scissors and discussing with Marina, her mum and before she could do any damage I said I would cut it. And even since then I was cutting her hair." she said proudly.

"So you’re the hairdresser of not one but two famous F1 drivers?" Elijah asked and I shook my head.

"Charles, dear, stop moving your head please!" Maman said gently and I laughed.

"First off, she’s the hairdresser of 3 famous drivers! She did David Coulthard’s hair in the 90s! And also, you’re so much nicer to me when there’s a camera, Maman!" I said and Lizzie punched my shoulder "Ouch! I’m just honest!"

"You’re so full of shit, don’t listen to him, Pascale is always the sweetest to our Charlie bear!" I said, looking at Elijah "Please Pascale if there is one day you have to mess up it’s today."

I looked at Lizzie in the mirror, her eyes twinkling with mischief, Maman just laughed, patting my shoulder.

"I would never do that, you know me." she smiled, right when Lizzie stepped next to her with a scissor in her hand.

"But I will." she laughed and I flinched a little "Oh the fear in your eyes. Priceless."

"We edit that out, later…" I looked at Elijah, but saw Lizzie looking at him, shaking her head.

"We’re not." she whispered and I laughed.

"Done." Maman said and I looked in the mirror. She styled my hair a little and then took off the cape "Now you look perfect again."

"And before I didn’t?" I laughed.

"You look always perfect." she replied and Lizzie scooped up Arlo, walking over.

"Arlo approves."

"That’s all that matters." I said, booping his nose.

An hour later we were back at home and I cooked pasta for everyone, while we were chatting about the upcoming days.

"Do you cook often?" Elijah asked and Lizzie chuckled.

"Yeah Charles, do you often cook for us?" she wiggled her eyebrows and I rolled my eyes a little.

"Lizzie is teaching me some easy recipes…" I said, stirring the pasta.

I mixed the sauce with the pasta, grating some Parmesan on top and turned to Lizzie.

"I think I’m done." I opened the cabinet to my left, looking for plates and she laughed.

"Plates are not in there. I set the table. You cut the bread." she smiled and I nodded.

"It smells pretty good." Diego, one of the camera guys said, sitting down.

"Yeah, if it tastes how it smells? I’m not worried!" Elijah said and I nodded carrying the pot over to the table.

As soon as everyone was sitting and had a plate full of pasta and salad in front of them

I was waiting for everyone taking their first bite.

"It’s good… the pasta is maybe a little… a little more than al dente?" Sarah, the sound lady said carefully and I tried the pasta myself.

"Not the first time we’re eating crunchy pasta, no?" Lizzie chuckled and I swallowed the really too al dente pasta down.

"Yeah but come on, that was different!" I said.

"True…" she laughed.

"What was different?" Elijah asked.

"Don’t you dare say it!" I looked at Lizzie.

"He made some pasta dish al forno… and burnt it… very crunchy." she said and they laughed.

"Hey! You said it tasted good!" I pouted a little.

"It did, it was just very crunchy!" she kissed my cheeks and I laughed.

"Thank you. But sorry guys, cooking this much pasta was a little more tricky."

"It tastes still pretty good." Diego said and everyone was nodding in agreement.

"Then I’m glad."

The next two days were filled with media duties, events and of course practice sessions on Friday, Elijah and his team following us around everywhere we were going. On Saturday morning they arrived too early and filmed us getting ready for our day ahead

"You just used my perfume…" Lizzie said when she pulled her hair into a high ponytail and I looked at the flacon.

"I have not…" but then I smelled at the bottle "Oh nooo, cara mia why does it look like mine? I don’t want to smell like you… oh now she’s giving me the death glare." I said when she left the bathroom and the camera followed her walking out.

"I didn’t know you don’t like how I smell…" her voice was quieter now, as if she was walking towards the front door.

"Are you leaving? Lizzie? Is she leaving?" I looked at Elijah, walking towards the door, right when she walked back in.

"And it looks like yours because the spray cap of mine wasn’t working and then I used your empty bottle you wanted to throw away to fill it in that one…" she put a sticker on the bottle and looked at me.

"Oh… I remember, but… didn’t the smells mix?"

"I rinsed it thoroughly…" she said, putting her bottle into her cabinet.

"Thor- thorow-fowly?" I stuttered.

"Like super clean? What’s the word? Soigneusement?"

"Got it!" I nodded grabbing the Ferrari shirt on the counter, ripping off the tag.

"You do know we have scissors in this house!" she shook her head and I laughed.

"Yeah but that way it’s faster." I shrugged and she sighed.

"Okay… Let’s go now. I don’t want to be late today." Lizzie walked out and we followed her.

"Quali day, baby." I cheered and she laughed.

"Who will get the pole today?" Elijah asked and Lizzie and I looked at each other, stepping into the elevator.

"She will."

"He will."

I laughed and Lizzie rolled her eyes.

"Aren’t you adorable." Elijah joked.

"That was a tight battle!" Lizzie looked at the replays on the tv of our last flying laps "But in the end Mr. Monaco did it."

"Mr. Monaco?" I chuckled, handing her her food.

"Prince of Monaco?" she wiggled her eyebrows.

"That title is already taken, I’m afraid." I sat down next to her, careful to not squish Arlo, who was lounging between us.

"Nope. For me you’re the real prince of Monaco." she chuckled and Arlo yawned, looking up "And you too."

"Don’t let the real real Prince hear that." I chuckled.

"I don’t think he would have a problem with that. And maybe when you win the race this time, you’ll even attend the victory dinner he held for you…"

"I told him that it was a really emotional day that I wanted to spend alone with my girlfriend." I replied and Lizzie dropped her fork into her salad "What?"

"You did not say girlfriend? Charles no one knew that we were dating back then!" she looked at me with big eyes.

"Well… the Prince knew… sorry." I said sheepishly and she laughed.

"Unbelievable!"

"Look at the bright side, he approved of you."

"What?"

"He said he always knew that one day you and I would finally admit that we belong together, he said although he never met you, he felt like he knew you, because of how much I talked about you…" I held a piece of cheese in front of Arlo’s nose and he sniffled a little before opening his mouth.

"You talked with the Prince of Monaco about me?" Lizzie asked slowly.

"Yeah… I mean, I talked with him about my life. My family. Of course I talked about you."

"Wow… now you so have to win tomorrow! I want to go to that fancy dinner!"

"Or you could win? And then it’s your dinner!" I suggested but she laughed.

"Was there a dinner for Max last year? No. Was there one for any other winner? No. It’s only for you." she rolled her eyes a little and I leaned over Arlo, gently grabbing her chin, turning her head.

"But maybe if I ask him, he’ll still host it, for my gorgeous girlfriend." I pecked her lips and she blushed slightly.

"I don’t want to break up the Leclerc 1-2…" she whispered against my lips and I chuckled.

"But cara mia, you’re a future Leclerc, no?"

Winning a race is always awesome. But winning your home race is special. It hit’s different. And when the checkered flag was waved and I won my second home GP, I screamed my lungs out. Seeing all of the principality plastered in our flag, my name, my number, even my face, was incredible. No words could describe the feeling that I had when I parked my car in the P1 spot, standing on the hood, throwing my hands up. Cheering with my team. All of them lined up, waiting for me to celebrate our win. I jumped into them, felt everyone patting my back, shoulders, helmet.

"Grande, Charles!" Arthur chanted when I managed to hug him, ruffling his hair. Next up was Fred, teary eyes, clapping excitedly.

"You’ve done it boy! What a brilliant day!" he said and hugged me, John Elkann behind him.

"Congratulations, Charles. Good job!" he said and I hugged him when Andrea was patting my shoulder, pointing behind me.

I turned around and saw Lizzie wiping her face with a towel, patting Oscar’s shoulder, congratulating him. I couldn’t do it 2022. But today I wouldn’t let this opportunity pass. I pulled my helmet off, next my balaclava and handed it Arthur, then I walked towards Lizzie and spun her around and she looked surprised for a moment. I pressed my lips on hers eagerly, gently biting her bottom lip to make her gasp. I forgot the world around us, the race. The win. Everything. It was only Lizzie and I in this moment. And when all the oxygen in our bodies was gone and we had to pull away I looked at her, pink cheeks, mouth slightly agape, eyes twinkling.

"Congrats, race winner. I’m so proud of you." she whispered.

"Congrats, Miss I wait for the last lap and the last corner to go for the tiniest gap there is and secure P2." I chuckled and her cheeks turned a shade darker.

"It was stupid. I don’t know what got into me. It’s way too narrow there. I could’ve ended Oscar’s and my race…" she rambled but I pecked her lips again.

"You saw a gap and went for it. That’s what every true racing driver would do."

"Yeah… I guess so…" she mumbled but I lifted her chin up and looked at her, saw the grin forming "You’re right. And now go. Your interview is waiting!" she pushed me towards Jenson Button and walked towards Oscar, both of them watching me, smiling and joking.

"Longest press conference of my life, I swear. Where the bell were you?" Lizzie chuckled when we walked back to the garages.

"Yeah! Lizzie and I took a nap, while waiting for you!" Oscar nodded and I held my hands up apologetically.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry! But there were so many people!" I said and Lizzie smiled.

"They all celebrated their Prince of Monaco."

"Does that make me a Prince as well?" Oscar joked and Lizzie rolled her eyes.

"Hold your horses, I didn’t even agree to this whole adoption thing, okay?" she joked and Oscar played offended.

"So I can’t call you mum? Mummy?" he laughed and Lizzie shoved him a little.

"You better not!"

"We’ll see…" he walked inside the McLaren garage "See you Dad… Mum…" and he was gone, not without laughing his ass off at Lizzie’s offended look.

"Next race I’ll push him off." she said and I laughed.

"Hey! You can’t do that to our son!" I joked and she punched my arm "Ouch… okay, okay I’ll stop! Will you be at the harbour?"

"You think I’ll miss out on the opportunity of seeing you and Fred jump in there?" she scoffed a little and I laughed.

"Then I’ll see you later, have fun with your team." I kissed her cheek and watched her walk into the Audi garage, Pete and Felix waving at me. I waved back and then walked the rest of the pit lane to the Ferrari garage, where the whole team sang Sarà perché ti amo, dancing around the table with our trophies. The moment they spotted me they erupted in loud cheers.

"There he is! Mister Monaco!" Fred laughed and I grinned "I hope you know that I was serious about us jumping into the harbour."

"Good, because I make sure that you keep your word." I chuckled a little.

"Here!" someone pushed a large bottle of champagne in my hand and I took a swig out of it, immediately frowning "Yeah it has no fizz from all the shaking and spraying."

I laughed and celebrated a little with the team when Fred grabbed me by the arm and nodded.

"It’s time. Let’s do this."

"Everyone, to the harbour!" Fabrizio shouted and it almost looked like a procession.

We stopped at the edge and I looked for Lizzie, leaning against a fencing giving me the thumbs up.

"It’s going to be cold, no?" Fred looked at me and I nodded.

"Probably, yeah." I laughed and he took a deep breath looking at me.

"See you in there!" he screamed and jumped in, I quickly followed, diving into the cold water.

"Daghe Charles!" everyone was cheering and celebrating but I only had eyes for Lizzie, smiling at me.

Fred and I splashed around for a moment and then swam back to the harbour wall, I saw an empty bottle floating in the water and grabbed it, taking it out with me. Everyone was patting our backs and I looked around for Lizzie, when I spotted her, talking with Andrea.

"Here." I handed her the empty bottle.

"What’s that?" she cocked an eyebrow, looking at the bottle.

"That bottle swam in the harbour, I thought I’ll take it out with me, would you’ve seen it, you probably would’ve asked me to jump back in." I shrugged my shoulders and her face softened.

"Oh Charles…" she pulled me in, pressing her soft, warm lips against my cold, wet ones.

When she pulled away her hair was glistening with water drops, she licked her salty lips and smiled.

"My Prince of Monaco, who cleans the ocean." she whispered and pecked my lips again.

"You love me, right?" I whispered against her lips.

"Yeah… what’s that even for a…" she began when I hugged her tight and she shuddered a little, then I took a few steps back, pulling her with me "What are you doing?" she asked when I grabbed her tight, preparing for the jump "Wha-… No! No! Charles!"

"I love you, cara mia." was the last thing she heard before the cold harbour water engulfed us.

"I’m going to kill you!" she spluttered out as soon as she emerged from the water, wiping her wet hair out of her face.

"No you won’t." I laughed, swimming towards her and hugging her close to me, not caring at all about the people watching us "I’m your Prince of Monaco. Which basically makes you my Princess. So, princess, ready to party?"

"I would’ve been ready without a bath in the sea, but yeah. I’m ready." she chuckled and I kissed her, swallowing down the little surprised gasp she let out. My team, the fans, spectators all erupting in cheers and whistles.

"Let’s get out of here."

Chapter 44- HE DID IT! CHARLES LECLERC, THE MAN YOU ARE! I think when I say we’re all beyond proud and happy for him, it’s still an understatement!

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Our Little Secret

Part 2 here!

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: you go to your best friend Lilas house to hang out and sleepover, you're greeted by her hot older sister Abby. Later that night you and Lila get into an argument which leads to you spending the night with Abby instead.

Cw: female reader, suggestive kissing, eventual smut in future part(s)

The digital clock on your middle console read 2:32 as you pulled into your best friend, Lila's driveway. You put your car into park and pulled the keys from the ignition, grabbing your tote bag from the passenger seat and walking over to the garage. As usual, you punched in the code, 4727#, then waited as the garage door lifted open.

You'd been a little uncomfortable when she first suggested you just walk into her home like this, but after being friends for so long it just felt right. You made your way inside, setting your bag on the kitchen table. You were a little confused as you didn't find Lila downstairs, it was Saturday so she'd usually be lounging in the living room right now.

"Lila?" You called out as you walked upstairs, figuring she might be in her room.

Just as you got to the top and stood in the hall, the bathroom door opened. You felt your cheeks grow red hot when her older sister stepped out, wet hair dripping onto her collarbones. Her muscular body covered in nothing but a green bath towel that left little to the imagination. Immediately you were stuttering over your words.

"Oh, A-Abby. Um- sorry I was just looking f-for Lila." Your eyes met the floor in embarrassment.

"That's ok, she's not here right now though." Abby leaned her body against the doorframe, one of her hands holding her towel in place.

"Oh, I mean I can go home then." You pointed downstairs with your thumb as you met her gaze.

"Nah, stay. She'll be back soon, let me get dressed and I can come keep you company downstairs." Her shoulder brushed your own as she made her way to her room, closing the door behind her.

You made your way downstairs, and tried your hardest to ignore the God awful feeling of butterflies in your stomach. It was no secret that Abby was dangerously attractive. But she was your best friends older sister, which basically made her off limits. Your endless thoughts were interrupted as Abby came down the stairs, dressed comfortably in grey sweats and her favorite hoodie. And her hair of course was pulled back into its usual tight braid.

It made you think, just a little bit ago upstairs was the first you'd seen her with her hair down. Given it was drenched and dripping, but still. She looked good, but the familiarity of the braid was nice as well. You sat on the couch and smiled at her as she came to join you.

The two of you didn't really talk much, instead Abby just reached for the TV remote and put on a movie. You sat in silence while it played, and did your best to keep your attention on the screen. You had your feet tucked comfortably under yourself on the couch, your hands in your lap.

Abby however, couldn't keep her eyes off you. Surprising to say the least, I mean you were just her little sisters annoying friend. Why would she take any interest in you? The again, how could she not when you looked like that.

It wasn't long before Lila was walking through the front door, a hearty laugh falling past her lips at the sight of you and Abby.

"Well, this is a surprise!" She exclaimed, a couple of plastic bags in her hands.

"Oh shut up little sis, your friend here came looking for ya." Abby scoffed as she stood, making her way back to the stairs.

"Ok, whatever." Lila responded with her usual attitude towards Abby.

You giggled at their interaction, smiling as you made your way over to Lila. She handed you a bag then motioned for you to follow her up to her room. Then she showed you what she was busy out getting, which just happened to be some shorts and a new bikini. You complimented and hyped her up with each new thing she tried on, clapping and everything.

"Hey, you wanna stay the night? I think my parents want to go to dinner but I'm sure you could come with." Lila asked with a smile.

"Sure! Just let me call my mom!" You smiled back.

While you went into the bathroom to call your mom, Abby had entered Lilas room at some point. You had a quick, nice conversation with your mother. She said she didn't mind if you stayed and told you if you needed anything come get it before ten o'clock. Which you agreed to before hanging up.

"Hey, my mom said it's cool if I stay." You spoke happily, stifling a chuckle as you watched Lila roll her eyes at Abby.

"Yeah? Cool!" Lila smiled at you.

"I'm going to my room." Abby announced, glancing at you for a moment before leaving.

That was kinda weird.

"What was all that about?" You asked awkwardly as you sat next to Lila on her bed.

"Oh, she's just got a stick up her butt about me asking our parents the day before someone stays over. She's so weird about it though." Lila answered, shrugging like it was no big deal.

You felt a little bad, not wanting to have upset Abby. But everything seemed to be fine later when it was time to go to dinner. You, Abby, and Lila all got into the backseat while their parents sat up front of course. You'd offered to sit in the middle because you were shortest.

It wasn't necessarily uncomfortable, but for some reason the feeling of Abbys toned thigh pressed against your own had a warm fuzziness brewing in your stomach. You did your best to ignore it as you gripped your knee with your hand for the duration of the car ride.

You guys got to the restaurant and Lila's parents led the way, you'd all been sat in a corner booth and once again you were in the middle of Lila and Abby. It wasn't as uncomfortable this time though since there was more space. You were very polite, all smiles and thank yous as it was as rather nice place. The waiter came by and asked you all what you wanted to drink, you got your favorite soda. You continued browsing the menu and decided what you wanted after a few minutes.

"So, Y/n, how have you been? Are you thinking about college?" Lila's mother asked you, you and Lila graduated high school just a few months ago.

"Um, yeah I've actually applied to a couple places! I'm doing well." You answered with a smile.

"Well, that's just lovely." Her mom responded.

Your server returned and everyone ordered, then Abby collected the menus and handed them to the guy. More small talk was made as you waited to be served. The food was good and dinner was nice, and before you knew it the bill was being brought by.

"Um, I'm sorry to be so unprofessional but you are really pretty. Could I maybe get your number?" Your eyes widened as you realized the waiter had been talking to you.

"Oh! Um, I don't really-" you were ready to reject him, but Abby interrupted you.

"She's not interested." She spoke roughly.

Your brows furrowed at this, why had she been do quick to tell this guy no? Her parents paid the bill and you were all making your way to the car in no time. On the drive home all you could do was wonder about Abbys interaction with your waiter tonight.

It was hard not to br hopeful. To think maybe she liked you too, but even if she did, she was your best friends sister. That basically made her off-limits, and you knew this. You did your best to take your mind off of it for the duration of the drive.

You arrived back at Lilas house and she brought you upstairs to her room, insisting you watched a scary movie tonight. You agreed then asked if you could shower, and Lila said yes of course. While you did that she went downstairs and looked for a movie. Lila rolled her eyes as Abby walked into the living room and sat down.

"Abby, no. I dont want you bothering us." She whines.

"I'm not bothering anyone." Abby answered, crossing her arms and getting comfortable.

You went downstairs and noticed their small argument. Then, Abby called out your name and you felt like you couldn't breathe for a second.

"Am I bothering you?" She asked, trying to prove a point.

"Uh- n-not really no." You answered as you sat beside Lila, who was now furious.

"Are you fucking kidding? What the hell Y/n!" She yelled at you.

"Lila, calm down." You tried to reason.

"I'm your best friend. You should agree with me!" She argued.

You hated getting into fights with Lila.

"That's not fair!" You began to raise your voice.

"Is too! God this is just like that whole thing with Stacy last year." She scoffed, getting ready yo storm up to her room.

Abby noticed the tears forming in your eyes, so she intervened.

"Lila, wait. Come on, you can't seriously be mad about this." She said as she grabbed at her sisters arm.

Lila threw her hand off of her and groaned frustratedly.

"You're defending her now? Wow. Just wow. You know what Y/n? Since you like her so much, you can just hang out with my dumb sister tonight then!" She yelled, now stomping upstairs then slamming her bedroom door shut.

You let out a small sigh, your hands coming to cover your face as tears spilled. This was a new kind of embarrassment. Abby didn't really know what to say or do, so she just kind of sat next to you and waited for you to do something. She thought you'd ask her to take you home.

"Whatever, she's being an asshole. You still wanna watch the movie?" You asked, having stopped crying and now reaching for the remote.

"Yeah, yeah." Abby nodded and smiled to herself as she leaned back on the couch.

As the movie plays, Abby can't help but take notice of you. How you kept flinching and taking a moment to catch your breath. You were scared. She couldn't help it anymore when she started to speak.

"You scared?" She asked in a whisper, watching you.

"Yeah.." You admitted embarrassed, meeting her gaze.

"Do you want me to hold you?" She asked in a whisper yet again, but began to panic as she noticed your eyes widen a bit, "or not if you think that's weird sorry I just-" you stopped her rambling.

"Yes. I'd like that." You answered.

Tou scooted closer to her, your head resting on her shoulder and a hand on her thigh. And it just felt so natural as she wrapped her arms around you. You sighed, relaxing underneath her soothing touch. And your hopes were definitely up now. I mean she offered to hold you because you were scared, it had to mean something.

The two of you continued the rest of the mllvie in silence, Abby feeling soothed by the rise and fall of your breathing. Once it ended you got off of Abby, immediately missing her touch. And she missed the feeling of your weight on her. She stood and started walking toward the stairs, but looked back at you in confusion as you didn't follow her.

"You coming to bed?" Abby asked.

"Oh, yeah." You answered, following her

You figured she would want you to just sleep on the couch down here, but she did just invite you to her room. It was nice, and everything about it said Abby. The Polaroids of her and her friends above her bed, a few of her family as well. Posters and whatnot.

She got into bed and lifted the covers for you to get in as well. You climbed in beside her and looked at her back as you got comfortable. You had no idea if she was asleep yet or not, but you couldn't get yourself to relax. Finally you thought fuck it. You brought a hand to tap at her shoulder and she turned around to face you.

"I can't sleep." You whispered.

"Come here." She whispered back, already moving to pull you closer to her.

You snuggled into her chest, hugging her and letting out a small sigh as she brought her own arms around you. After a minute she started to softly caress your back, and you didn't mean to but a small moan fell past your lips at the sensation. She turned a deep red at this, but you didn't notice. Another minute goed by and you lift your head so your face to face with her.

She looks at you, and you look back at her. Your eyes dart from her eyes to her lips and back again, repeating this for what feels like forever until you finally kiss her. She moans into it at the feeling of your tongue sliding in against her own. You threw your head back with a sigh as she began to kiss along your jaw and neck.

"Mm, Abby. Fuck, Abby I can't." You whined, and she stopped coming to face you.

"What? What do you mean? Do you not like me?" She asks confused.

"No, of course I like you. But Lila's already mad at me and- look she'd kill me. I'm sorry." You really did feel bad.

"She doesn't have to know baby. It can be our little secret." Abby suggested, continuing to kiss at your neck.

And you couldn't even bring yourself to protest because she was making you feel so good right now, instead you just let it happen.

[gremlin-girly]

Kinktober Day 17

Kinks: Blowjobs/Milf

Pairing: Jake Jensen x f!reader (MILF reader)

Tags/warnings: SMUT, mentions of spousal death (brief), blow jobs, oral (m receiving), cum swallowing, drooling, deep throating

Not beta read + on mobile

Summary: Feeling confident for the first time in a long time, you manage to render the so-called "plumber" speechless in more than one way.

As always I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, translated or copied. My warnings are non-exhaustive (even though I do try to capture everything) but please read at your own risk. I am not responsible for your content consumption.

I hope you enjoy; comments, likes and reblogs are always welcome!

A/N: were ignoring the fact there's so many Jake’s 😭 also yes, he's supposed to be on a mission and the team dressed him up - and yes, he uses mint bodywash 💀

Word Count: 2.4k

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It was just another weekday, you had sighed to yourself after you’d dropped your kid at school. You had taken your time at the grocery store, slowly wandering up and down the aisles feeling utterly zombified. You loved your kid – you did – but you were tired. You weren’t supposed to be doing this all on your own. You pushed thoughts of your husband away. No point dwelling on what could have been.

Perhaps you should start dating again – as your friends suggested. Or, as your best friend told you; “you should at least get a good fucking.”

There was a reason she was your best friend.

You sigh again. The thought of making an effort seemed mentally taxing. Dating apps? God. You’d rather die. The only photos you had were from years ago and with your husband. But then again....

Your cart rolls to a stop next to the make up. You didn’t purposefully  come down this aisle. You’d been going down every aisle. It couldn’t hurt to look could it?

You couldn’t remember the last time you wore make up. You remembered liking how it made you feel and look; extenuating all of the best features of your beautiful face, making you smile so brightly you could the light in your eyes. You remembered how many memories of parties, weddings – your wedding – and days where you just needed to make  yourself feel like the best goddamn thing since sliced bread started with your ritual of make up. From light and natural everyday makeup to party-hard Rocky Horror glam; you felt like a damn star. And you were.

You are.

You look up at the small mirror above the make up section. Your hair was messy, and the bags under your eyes were so vintage, Gucci himself would balk at the price tag. Your eyes flicker to the make up, the little voice in your head asking; when did you last do something nice for yourself?

“Fuck it,” you murmur, adding a few products to your cart. Your eyes scan a Ruby red lipstick, last of its kind, sat in those annoying little plastic trays. It must be fate. You pick it out and read the colour at the bottom.

Mother.

What a coincidence. You smile to yourself and place it in your cart feeling better already, heading towards the checkout.

You are wholly convinced it’s not the make up. It has to be the lipstick.

You came home, put groceries away and showered as usual. But then, the products of your shopping spree looked at you from the bed and  with a shrug of oh-I-may-as-well-since-I’m-here you did your make up. You felt a little silly at first. You didn’t feel any different after putting the make up on and you felt foolish sitting in your mirror in your towel expecting  something to change. Then you did your hair. Marginally better but nothing  awe-inspiring. Then you rolled the red lipstick on with a defeated sigh.

But when your eyes dejectedly flickered back to your reflection, you saw her again. Hair done up, make up perfect , and hell- you were in a towel but it may as well have been designer. The star was back. You wouldn’t admit to anyone that you teared up. Ever. But you did. It took you so long to find your way back to her in the mirror that you can’t help but feel a little overwhelmed.

It was short-lived, however, because with your new lipstick, your new confidence, it was like a switch had flipped. You pulled out on of your old favourite dresses that hugged your curves – one you’d avoided like the plague for too long – and some small heels. God you looked stunning. Sex on legs. You snapped a few photos, sure, but you felt the sudden urge to do something else you loved; making you and your kiddo’s favourite cookies.

Before exiting your room you glanced back once more to the mirror.

“Milf.” You giggled to yourself and descended to the kitchen.

The first batch of cookies are already cooling when you hear a knock on the door. You place your second tray down and teeter down the hallway – feeling a little too much like Bambi in your heels. 

“Coming!”

You open the door  to  a guy in a plumbers uniform that looks like it was taken from a cheap Halloween store. But you aren’t really paying attention to it. He’s big, broad, bespeccled and blond. He looks good enough to eat and you chide yourself for the sudden wash of attraction and wanting to pull him inside. This lipstick has both cursed and blessed you.

Clearly the man – or as his uniform stated Jak – hadn’t paid attention when the door opened because he wasn’t looking at you. You only know he wasn’t because when he did look at you, his jaw dropped so low you thought he’d dislocated it.

“H-Hi um-“ He kept looking at you, unsure where to look besides your face but his brain had turned to mush. You revelled in it.

“Hi,” you smiled, trying not to look too smug. “Can I help you?”

“Uhhh....” he looked away for a second, up the street, scratching the back of his head. “Maybe. The, uh, water company sent me to um... look at some pipes.” He coughs awkwardly but gives you a charming smile.

“Some...pipes?” you quiz raising an eyebrow. You hadn’t heard of any pipe work that needed doing... and the little voice in your head made enough innuendos for you to mull over.

He nods. “Yeah... uh... in the kitchen. Do you mind of I-?”

You step aside immediately allowing him entry. “Of course.”

He follows you through to the kitchen and his eyes grow wide at the sight of the cookies and it makes you crack a smile.

“Help yourself.” You say kindly, moving your second tray into the oven and out of his way.

“Oh I couldn’t-“ He says with a charming smile before popping one into his mouth. He moans dramatically with delight, making you chuckle gently. “These are so good.”

As he gushes over your cookies, crumbs spill over his shirt. You can’t help it, you start to giggle. He's cute, really cute, and you feel a warmth trickle in your lower belly. Once he's gone you can have a twenty-minute "nap" and a cold shower.

"Thanks," You say, blushing slightly. "Feel free to eat more, I don't think I'll be able to eat all of them. Jak, right?"

Jake looks grateful and then surprised, brushing crumbs away from his name badge. He clicks his tongue when he looks at it. "Jake. The e has come off." He grins up at you sheepishly.

"Jake," You repeat, biting back another smile. "Do you want to a drink while you work? Coffee? Soda?"

You got to the fridge, pausing at the handle and see he's looking at you sheepishly.

"Could I have milk please - for the cookies?"

You chuckle softly but nod your head. "Sure, hon."

You set his mug of milk on the counter and chat to him whilst he gets to work. It takes him a while to figure out what he's doing because he keeps talking to you and it doesn't go amiss that he keeps casting glances up to you.

He tells you about his niece and her football team (the Petunias, apparently) and in return you tell him about your kiddo and their hobbies. The conversation between you both is lighthearted and sweet, with Jake managing to get a laugh out of you more than once.

When whatever work he's doing is completed, he gets to his feet and brushes down his overalls and giving you a goofy grin as he does so. But when he moves to get his mug, he knocks it accidentally, sending it careening over the edge of the counter top and onto the floor. You both wince at the sound of the smash.

"I'm so sorry. Let me-" Jake says, going to move but dealing with your kiddo you immediately yell out for him to stay still.

"Sorry -" You bluster apologetically. "Force of habit."

You grab the dust pan and brush from under the sink and get onto your knees in front of Jake, sweeping away the ceramic remnants of mug whilst he continues to apologise. Once it's all cleared away, you sit back onto your haunches with your hands on your hips.

"Don't worry sweetheart, accidents happen." You look up at Jake with a sweet smile. It takes you a moment to realise Jake's face is bright red as he stares back at you and there's an obvious tent in his overalls. Heat pools in between your legs at the sight, a wave of confidence pouring over you. Your tits must look amazing from this angle.

Jake stammers. There's no hiding that he's rock hard and he wants the ground to swallow him whole. Each time he tries to tear his eyes away from you they come right back; your pretty face staring up at him with flushed cheeks and slightly parted lips. And that lipstick. He wanted it everywhere.

"'M sorry." Jake says. "It's just - fuck - you're so hot."

Your day was getting better and better.

You can feel the heat between your legs increase tenfold. Opportunities like this don't happen often. And what had your bestie said about getting a good fucking? In your figurative lap was a hot guy who was hard for you. You'd be stupid to waste this chance.

Your hand dances up his leg, making him jump but he remains stuck to his spot, his breath hitching when you palm at the tent growing between his legs.

"It's alright, I think you're hot too." You murmur up at him. "And if I'm being honest, I would love to fuck you."

He groans out, low and deep, and you continue to massage his hard length in your palm. If it looked anything like it felt, you thought of maybe taking some painkillers in preparation for the ache that would plague your jaw.

"But first," you purr. "I want to taste you."

Jake can't get out of his overalls fast enough. His arm even gets stuck in the elbow of the overalls as you try not to giggle at his enthusiasm, focusing on undoing the buttons at his hips.

Once the overalls are undone and shucked down to his ankles, Jake stands tall in his boxers and a loud graphic tee. His cheeks are still flushed, looking down at you with an excitable smile which morphs into a gasping moan as you cup his balls through his boxers.

"Oh, you like that?" You tease softly, tugging at the elastic waistband of his boxers with your other hand. You give him a cheeky wink. "I'll keep that in mind."

Pulling his boxers down, his cock springs free and Jake is waiting with baited breath to see what you'd do next. His length is impressive, as you'd gathered, velvet soft and heated to the touch. You have a moment of nerves as you lean closer, catching a waft of mint body wash mixed with the scent of him. It had been a while since you'd last done something like this; what if you were bad? Jake didn't seem like the type to complain but still. Maybe it would be like riding a bike. You'd just have to start slow.

You give his tip a tentative kitten lick, lapping at the bead of precum that had gathered and Jake shudders, his cock twitching excitedly in response. You look up at him through your eyelids as you gently fit his tip into your mouth and swirl your tongue around him.

"Oh shit," Jake gasps, his hands gripping the counter top so tight his knuckles went white. You were pleasantly surprised at his reaction - there was no pressure if his hands were in your hair and you could take your sweet, sweet time to build your confidence.

You inch down his length, breathing through your nose, slowly accommodating to his size and the weight of him in your mouth. Jake watched mesmerised as you swallowed him, how your tongue glided against the underside of his cock and along the sensitive vein there and tried hard not to think about cumming there and then.

You made a choked sound when the tip of Jake’s cock nudged the back of your throat and you forced yourself to relax, bracing your hands against his strong thighs and pushing forward so that your nose brushed the thin patch of hair at the base of his cock. Jake groaned another curse seeing himself bottomed out in your mouth and throat.

Your core ached needily at the sounds Jake made, desperate to be filled. However, you were intent on taking your time, and his groans only served to spurr you on. You reared back, keeping the tip in your mouth, before moving back to the base. You repeat the motion slowly a few more times before speeding up, making gargled sounds as drool gathered under your tongue and dripped down onto his heavy balls. Jake was panting, moaning mess above you unable to think past so good it felt to have his cock in your mouth, and how good it would feel buried inside your pussy as well.

"Shit, I think I- oh God -" Jake's cock twitches angrily in your mouth, signalling imminent release. You hollow your cheeks and suck harder, bobbing your head up and down his length hurriedly, ignoring the ache in your jaw. You reach a hand up cupping his balls and give a gentle squeeze, which sends Jake over the edge with a shout of your name. Thankfully, his cock is so far down your throat that swallowing his hot cum is easy and you still take your time removing your lips from his lipstick stained cock, cleaning the spit and pre-cum smothered on your chin.

You smile up at him but he can't see you; he's leaning against the counter top for support, headed tilted back in ecstasy as he catches his breath.

You press a kiss below his belly button, directly onto the line of darker hair. Jake shudders and you can feel his softening cock twitch to the attention, and he glances down.

"If I give you my number," You murmur, gaze locked onto his half-lidded stare. "Will you consider coming back for round two?"

"Yes." Jake says quickly before clearing his throat. "Yeah. I would."

Whilst Jake dreamily gathers his thoughts and re-dresses himself, you pack him a small tupperware box of cookies with a note that has your number scribbled in felt tip (thanks kiddo).

As he leaves with tupperware in hand, he gives you another smile and a quick peck on the lips, making you jolt in surprise.

"Next time, you're going to be the one seeing stars." He promises quietly, heading out the door. You stand in your doorway and give him a small wave, watching him disappear down the driveway and grinning when you see that he keeps looking back to you. You didn't need to be a clairvoyant to know you'd be seeing him a lot.

[forest-and-fauna]

Saving Seeds

Happy New Year! Today I'd like to talk about seed saving. Since annual crops die at the end of their season, it's important to save their seeds so that you can replant them the following year. This is a great way to practice sustainable gardening, allowing you to get the most out of your yearly harvest and spend less money on seeds.

In the photo shown above, I have seeds from six different plants: pea, sunflower, kale, habenero, cayenne, and jalapeño. We're going to go over how to collect, dry, and store each type of seed.

When saving vegetable seeds, remember to choose open-pollinated varieties instead of hybrid varieties. Open-pollinated plants will produce seeds most similar to the parent plant. You also want to choose seeds from your healthiest plant in order to produce the best possible genetics.

Peas

Peas are ready for harvest when the pods have dried out and turned a pale yellowish brown. The pod should feel dry to the touch and the peas inside will be hard. You will need to leave a few pods on the vine so that they can mature.

Once they're ready, harvest your pea pods and and break open the shells. The color of the peas will range from green, yellow, and light brown. Remove the seeds from shell and place them on a plate or saucer for drying. They should be left alone to dry for about a week.

For storage, place the seeds in a glass jar, a plastic bag, or an envelope. Store in a cool, dry place. I keep mine in the fridge.

Unfortunately I didn't get to save too many seeds from my pea pods because I kept eating them. Right off the vine.

(Note: Drying and storage will be the same for all seeds mentioned in the post, so I will skip mentioning this step for the following plants.)

Sunflowers

Sunflowers are ready for harvest once they have drooped their heads and dropped their petals. The leaves will be yellow, and the seeds will look plump. The plant will start drooping a week or two before it produces seeds so it's important to be patient. Once you catch birds and squirrels snacking on your sunflowers, you can be sure that they're ready.

To harvest, remove the head at the base of the stem using pruning shears. Hold the head over a large bowl and rake your fingers over the seeds to dislodge them from the head. Remove any debris and insects. Dry and store.

Peppers

Peppers always change color when they are ready for harvest. Jalapeños and cayenne will turn red. Habeneros are usually bright orange or red when they are ripe, but some varieties produce different colors. It's important to know which type of pepper you are planting and what color you should expect once the fruit is ripe.

Cut open the peppers to reveal the seeds. Remember to wear gloves, especially for hot peppers. Using a spoon, scrape out the seeds onto a plate. Avoid drying on a paper plate or paper towel. They will stick. Dry and store.

Kale

Kale is a biennial plant, so in order to save seeds you will need to keep your kale plants in the garden over the winter. You would be planting the kale in the spring, harvest the leaves during the summer and fall, then ignore the plant during winter. Finally, you can collect seeds during the following summer. This can be time consuming and takes up usable garden space, so I may not save kale seeds again next year.

Allow the kale to flower and produce seed pods. These pods will be elongated and green. They are ready for harvest once they are dry and brown. Keep an eye on them while you wait for seeds to mature, as the pods are brittle and will sometimes open up and release their seeds before you can collect them.

Once the seed pods are ready, cut them off the plant, carefully open them over a bowl or plate. Dry and store. Even though collecting kale seeds takes patience, I would say it's worth it because they produce a lot of seeds.

Further reading for seed saving:

The Complete Guide to Saving Seeds: 322 Vegetables, Herbs, Fruits, Flowers, Trees, and Shrubs - Robert Gouche and Cheryl Moore-Gouche

The Seed Garden: The Art and Practice of Saving Seeds - Seed Savers Exchange, edited by Lee Buttala and Shanyn Seigel

Seed to Seed: Seed Saving and Growing Techniques for Vegetable Gardeners, 2nd Edition - Suzanne Ashworth

[dumblilb]

YOU TASTE BETTER ☆

Frank iero x Fem! Reader

(Synopsis: He couldn’t stand the thought of not feeling her one more time before tour.)

(Warnings: SMUT, cursing, smoking weed LMAO, sub!frank, switch!reader (their rolls aren’t crazy obvious, I tried to keep it chill), also some fluff)

(Words: 2403)

* ・゚☆ 。・ * ・゚★ 。・ * ・゚☆ * ・゚☆

“Hey can you help me with the hair dye, I always fuck up the back.” Frank yells to her from the bathroom. She gets up from the couch and walks in to find him with half his hair dyed a dark black.

“Yeah, do you got gloves?” She asks and he points to the counter where they lay. She picks them up and slides them on. Then taking the bowl from his hands she has him sit on the counter as she applies the dye to his roots.

She could see him making dumb faces at the mirror in the corner of her eye but she just ignored him and finished up, removing the gloves and discarding them in the trash. Grabbing a plastic bag she put it on his head tying it tight and turning him to look at her.

“There, you look so pretty.” She says in a half truth, caressing his cheek with her thumb. He couldn’t help but laugh at her remark as he jumped off the counter and walked out to the living room.

“Thanks for the help. With us having the tour coming up next week I thought maybe I shouldn’t look totally trashed.” He jokes pulling her down on the couch with him, flipping the channels till it lands on a dumb movie for them to mostly ignore.

“Hey I rolled before you got here but then I got distracted with my hair, do you wanna?-“ He says to her pointing to the blunt laying on the coffee table.

“Yeah why not.” She shrugs and get up to grab the lighter she knows is stashed in drawer on the other side of the room. She throws it to him and watched as the light illuminates his face as he puts the joint to his lips. She couldn’t help but feel something burning in the pit of her stomach as she watched the smoke leave his lips. The way his body relaxed back into the couch couldn’t even make the dumb ass plastic bag on his head look bad.

“Here.” He says as she sits down and passes it to her. She wasn’t the type to smoke all the time. But when she was with him, or the guys, it was a time she could relax and not worry about the repercussions. She put it to her lips and breathed in. She would cough a little from time to time but he never laughed at her. He didn’t care what lame shit she did. He always thought she look hot doing it, so it didn’t matter much to him.

She looked at the clock and realized it was time to wash out his hair so she lets him know and drags him to the bathroom. He leans over the tub and rest his hands on the frame, she removed the bag and turned the water on. She took the handle and started to gently rinse out his hair. Soon adding her fingers to the mix as she ran them through his hair to help the process. The feeling causing him to lose it, unknowably to her. The heat rose to his face and he just prayed it would be gone by the time this was done. She had finally finished and she turned the water off. She grabbed a towel from the rack and threw it on his head making him laugh.

God, she loved his laugh.

Once he had dried his hair enough she pulled out her hair dryer. He was against it at first, but then he realized her hands would he in his hair once again so he didn’t mind. She just quickly dried the rest and then put it back away. He turned to look in a mirror and smiled. She rested her chin on his shoulder and and admired him.

“You’re so beautiful.” She complimented and he couldn’t control his blushy smile. She always used more stereotypical feminine compliments for him. She always thought it fit him better. Sure he was handsome, but he was just so gorgeous in her eyes that handsome never felt like a strong enough word to convey her emotions. She gave him a quick hug from the back and walked back to the couch. Him following close behind.

She sat down and he cuddled right up close to her. He picked the blunt back up and took a hit before passing it to her. He kept his eyes close on her lips every pass, and they would travel down every time she exhaled.

The way her chest moved up and down catching his attention. He passes the blunt to her once again and she puts it to her lips.

But this time he leans over to start kissing her neck. She gasps a little in surprise causing a few coughs to escape. But the feeling of his lips smile into her neck between each kiss made her let him keep going. The feeling of his cold lip ring against her neck made her shiver.

He was sloppy with it. The way he abused her neck and the feeling of his hands in her hair, returning the favor from earlier sending her over the edge.

He was practically on top of her as he messily kissed her moving from her neck to her lips slowly, dragging out the sensation. She swiftly put the blunt out in the ash tray on the table beside them as she blew the air out into his mouth. He moved from her lips to her chest.

Her bra having already been removed hours before due to it being many hours late into the night. Her shirt was quick to slide off as he got to his knees and continued to place messy kisses down her cleavage stopping write above her pantie line. He looked up at her with pleading eyes. She leaned down and placed a kiss to his lips giving him all the permission he needed to remove first her pajama shorts, then painfully slow he pulled down her underwear.

She moved her hips up ever so slightly to give him access. He returned to giving small wet kisses down her stomach and her thighs. Soon finding his final place in her cunt. The cold metal of his lip ring grazing her clit every few moments causing her to squirm. He paused to lick her pussy, bottom to top, ending at her clit. He wrapped his lips around it and began to work. The sensation making the heat at the pit of her stomach increase. She tightly gripped the couch as he sucked. The feeling of his tongue entering inside her making a loud moan escape her lips. A smile forming on his own for a quick second. His tongue moved rapidly and he gripped her thighs squeezing them soft as he could. But the red marks would still be there after. He removed one hand from her thigh and his tongue from her cunt causing her to whine. Which quickly turned into a loud breathy moan as he inserted a finger into her.

“Does that feel good.” He whispers as she moves a hand from the couch to his hair. Running her hands through it as he pumps in her back and forth. His face was wet and his lips looked red and plump.

“Y-yes.” She moaned and used her hand to gently push his face back down into her. He inserted another finger causing her to scream as he put his mouth back on her clit doing double time on her pussy.

The feeling in her stomach tightening made her realize what would soon happen so she tried to warn him but he ignored her and kept going pumping back and forth, in and out of her with a good rhythm. His tongue sloppily massaging her clit. She felt the feeling rise up in her and a loud sigh escaped her mouth as she came. He quickly removed his fingers and switched to his mouth being on her cunt and his fingers rubbing her clit as she rode out her high. She trembled under his touch as he used his free hand to hold her down. His tongue and fingers got slower as the shaking stopped and soon he came up for air. Placing soft kisses to her clit as he rubbed her legs gently, reminding her of how good she was for him. Her body relaxed as she breathed heavily.

He continued to leave, now wet, cum covered kisses up her body over her chest licking her tits messing with them for a second with his tongue, and ending up back to her mouth. Where he kissed her.

“You taste so good.” He sighs between kisses.

She wasn’t done though. The taste of her on his lips making her go crazy. She pulls off his shirt revealing more of his tattoos causing her to smile. She loved the way he looked so soft, contrasting the fact that his body was covered in ink.

She flipped him over to lay him down on the couch. Her bare tits rubbing against his chest as she ran her fingers through his hair. She sat in a straddling position with her legs on opposite sides of him. She looked him in the eyes and without warning pulled his hair back, just hard enough to not hurt him too much. She started to kiss his neck, sucking on it every few moments. Leaving purple marks there for the morning. She could feel his dick growing hard under her bare cunt through his lose plaid pajama pants. The sensation making her even more wet.

She continued to his kiss him roughly as she moved her hands down to his pants pulling them off enough so he could kick them down. Returning the favor from earlier she slowly removed his boxers as she placed small kisses down his dick. The feeling making him whine with pleasure. But he practically begged for more as he gripped her hips running his hands from there to her tits. He pulled her up and looked in her eyes.

“Please.” He breathed out soft enough to barley be a whisper. He was fully erect now and ready. She went down quickly to suck him off a few times. The feeling of her lips around his dick making him moan. After a few passes she removed her lips swiftly grabbing a condom from the side table drawer and sliding it on for him. He groans as she positions herself up to him and she quickly inserts him into her. Heaving breaths escape his lips as his back arched. She bopped herself slowly… painfully slow on his cock up and down his hands gripped her waist tightly.

The feeling of him inside her sent her over the moon but she didn’t want him to know that quite yet. She kept almost a poker face of content pleasure as she bounced herself around him. The feeling of him rubbing against her walls causing a small tear to roll down her cheek in ecstasy. She pulsed, clenching every few moments at the feeling. She wanted more, she wanted it faster. She wanted him to scream her name as she fucked him, so the whole neighborhood knew he was hers. But she controlled herself for now and leaned down, placing messy kisses to his lips. Him not even being able to keep his mouth closed for more than a second as uncontrolled moans escaped him. She bit at his lip ring pulling a little knowing it would make him twitch. The feeling of it in her cunt making her smile. She sat back up straight and started going faster. The muscles in her legs tightened as she moved her hips up and down in circular motions.

The sight of her tits moving up and down as she pumped mesmerized him. He pulled her chest down to him as he massaged one tit, the other in his mouth. As he played with her nips using his tongue, he licked and sucked till she felt raw. She let out a moan making him pleased. She continues to move rapidly on his dick as he holds on to her practically leaving long scratches to her hips in the process. She kept feeling him twitch inside her. The feeling of him hitting her g spot each time making her feral. Just as he’s about to cum she stops for a second. And a groan leaves his lips.

“What do you say?” She says slowly lifting her hips up. Knowing she would soon come to her second end of the night. But she wanted him to beg.

“P-Please.” He whines. Loudly. So she leaned down placing a kiss to his lips. But mid kiss she slams back down and she smiles continuing to move up and down at a fast pace. His loud moans filled the room making her go insane. He started to buck his hips but at this point she didn’t care to correct his as a loud breathy moan left his lips. He would hit her spot repeatedly as his dick shook inside her. Letting her know he was ready. She moved her hips up and down quicker and she felt it. She felt him cum. He practically screamed her name as she rode out his high. The heat coming from the condom being the last thing she needed before she released on him. The feeling leaving her cunt happy and her cum all over his cock as he pulled it out. He removed the condom and tossed it aside, his hands shaking. Before he could do anything else she leaned him back down.

“Let me do this.” She says still wildly out of breath. She put her lips around him and slowly started sucking him clean. She licked him from the base to the head a few last times before quickly bobbing her head in a circular motion, knowing what it would do. He was always quick after the first fuck so he came for the second time that night. Fast. And as his cum enters her mouth spilling down her chin she didn’t care. She placed disgustingly wet and cum induced kisses all over his body till she got to his lips. The sounds of his heaving moans making her smile.

“You taste better.”

[crybabytoy59]

Holiday break pt2.

John snuggled into his Auntie sobbing softly on her chest...

He had waited years to be hugged again by her as he did as a child, it felt truly wonderful her hot warmth and her Devine smell filling his nostrils took him right back to carefree childhood days…

But he was broken from his daze by her words that chilled him ..

“Now little one time to get you down for a wee sleep as Auntie has lots to get done for this evening and some calls to make Princess, so into bed with you missy !”

 John went to remover the sticky towel between his legs but Auntie Dee smacked his hand !

“Eh now leave that alone as I can’t trust you not to mess my lovely lemon bloomers can I Sissy Lemon !”

He felt shame again take over him as he had to waddle to the bed as he did the bloomers and towel slid down his thighs but his Auntie caught them pulling them up as he sat on the bed ...

“This just won’t do missy Auntie fix that for your wee nap”..

She left the room as John lay dressed in the silks..he couldn’t help himself he wanted to feel them against his skin again so started touching all over ..then it started again he was growing hard ! 

Closing his eyes to enjoy the moment, he opened them to find Auntie Dee stood over him !

“What are you doing missy ? Dirty wee shit I leave you for five minuets and your playing with my silks !..Lay down and spread your legs wide ! hands behind your head !”

Auntie pulled the bloomers down as she pulled back the white towel to a gasp !

“Dirty wee sissy bitch your hard again ! We will take care of that later on today missy ..”

She lifted a tub of night time face cream spreading it around his crotch ! ..

She smiled as his member twitched in response to her soft touch .

“Botty Up sissy Lemon !”

As he did she spread more cream up his rear everywhere !..

But worse was to come she had a huge Bath towel that she folded into a nappy with the come pad at It’s Center !

Pushing it under his rear she barked at him to lay down in it ..

As he did John felt the towelling stick to his rear due to the thick cream..

OMG it felt so good !

He closed his eyes again ...

“Clever wee girl just do as Auntie tells you and we will get along fine sweetheart ..But if not ?”

Suddenly John squealed as his Auntie spanked his balls very hard !

Ignoring his new plight she folded the nappy over putting four pins on it top and bottom so it was held firmly shut ! 

“Lift up your hips Baby !”

John did as told by his Auntie.

She then started winding clingfilm over the nappy to form plastic pants that made them very tight. next his Auntie pulled up a big crinkly plastic bag with holes she had cut for his legs !

Then put black pvc electrical tape at his legs and waist ..

Pulling the lemon bloomers back up she patted his rear firmly to a loud drumming sound !!

“There we go much better Baby girl that keep you from messing up my nice silk things Princess !...now spread your legs wide please baby!”

John again did as told , his aunt tied his ankles with the rope she had used earlier for the spankings....

“Good Baby girl hands up to the sides of the pillows !”

She tied his hands to the bed frame tightly as he was now spread like a starfish !

“Open Wide !”

Please Auntie Dee I will be good don’t gag me please ?

“Sissy Lemon Open Wide an not telling you again !”

John opened his mouth wide as his beautiful Auntie lifted the soiled panties stuffing them back into his mouth tightly then would clingfilm around his face followed by the back tape wedging the pants in tightly !

She patted his Nappy ..

“Sissy I told you No talking did I not ? ( he nodded) So your Disobedient are you?”

John was panting at his Aunties attentions too his bulging nappy front as he was even harder now due to the ball spanking ! ...as he nodded..

“Good Sissy girl Lemon so Auntie Dee has to punish you for such disobedience missy!”

She got up lifting the wooden hair brush...

“Right you Disobedient little shit !”

Thwack ..Thwack...Thwack !

“Yes squeal you wee sissy bitch You are going to learn the hard way as Auntie Dee is going to teach you that Obedience is a must with her ...And her Friends Princess !...Deep Breath and hold for your Punishment 12 !”

Sadly 36 later she put the brush down ...

“Your a very bad Baby so am going to leave you to ponder your Punishment for Not staying quiet and doing yet another filthy mess in your Nappy ! Dirty wee baby anyone would think you love Nappies !!!..Is that it you love being a diaper Baby Girlie !”

...she smiled down at him as he was now in tears...

Auntie Dee left the room to go call her best friend  to tell her it was time to come over..

Plus her new revelation that John had always wanted to be a girl ! 

A Fucking Sissy GIRL at that !....

They both laughed on the phone as she told her friend of the mornings events...

This evening they would introduce him to Sissy hood...

But Not how he had ever thought his Auntie would be capable of..

Why ?

Her best friend from school was a Dominant and had discussed his filthy habit and how to correct such behaviour and re-educate the wee shit on how to act around Dominant Females....

An education they would both enforce with a firm hand and Bondage !...

Two hours later Bee arrived hugging her friend Dee she put down the large case...

“What’s in the case Bee ?”

“Why don’t you take it into the living room and have a look Darling” Bee said with a huge grin on her face..

Opening the case Dee gasped as it was full of sissy clothes ! But not any sissy clothes Baby Clothes ! Plus toys lots of them !…

Auntie Dee was tingling again lusting want to have more of these feeling she was having…

“Bloody hell Bee am having a flush at the thought of doing this to John ! The wee pantie stealing bitch !”…

Bee giggling spoke to her best friend..

“Trust me Dee after tonight the little sissy will Do What She is Told When She is Told….

I will show you how a sissy baby can be such an amazing Asset for you !”…

Bee set about organising the toys and letting her best friend pick an outfit for sissy’s evening training…as she did Dee asked her a question holding up a yellow frilly baby dress !

“Why are they all pvc except this one ?”

Bee chuckled…

“Not that one that’s for tomorrow morning darling, all will become evident as we train baby this evening…She will need one of the pvc dresses as they are All messy in the beginning !”

Dee laughed “What do you mean messy ?”…

Bee stood back from the table…the spoke..

“Well let’s just say sissy girl will be drooling over you !”

They laughed together looking at the items on the table set out for the evenings entertainment with her pantie stealing little shit ..

It now had a black rubber cover over it with black strapping laying out at the ready next to that was a second table with play toys ! Plugs, a cage, gags harnesses a large baby bottle with a cock nipple and punishment toys ! Whips paddles canes two of Everything !

They both looked at the huge tv on the wall with the live feed from the bedroom babyslave was sleeping..well like a baby !

Bee kissed her best friend…

“Well shall we go get the wee shit !”… 

Dee kissed her deeply as she was again tingling wet with lust…

“God yes ! I can’t wait a moment longer to watch and learn !”….

As they both entered the bedroom he was startled awake at the door opening..

Looking up at Auntie Dee he tried to smile behind the cling film and tape gagging up at his Auntie...She spoke to her sissy ..

“Did my girl have a nice wee nap...I do hope so as Auntie has a surprise for you baby girl !”

A new female came into view !..

 “Hello Sissy Lemon Auntie Dee tells me you have been stealing her beautiful under ware to Jerk off in ! And is it true You want to be a little girl ?”..

She suddenly smacked sissy’s thigh so hard even Dee jumped at the ferocity of the blow !....Not only that but baby girl let out a scream that could be heard even with the gagging !

“Answer me you disobedient pantie stealing shit !”....Again she raised her hand high in the Air to a sudden burst of sissy’s confession to both being a pantie Thief and wish to be a Sissy Girl !

Bee smiled at her friend as she spoke again..

“Clever Girl well let’s get you up and we can start your sissy training...As your going to learn both Auntie and myself are going to indeed have you love being a sissy girl....But not how you would wish you wee Bitch ! We have something special in store for you !”..

Dee was already pulling the ropes free as Bee put a huge leather collar on her new charge ..it had a silver name plate on it this was blank...

They both hauled sissy to his feet marching him to the bathroom !

The bath was already full with hot water and bubbles...

But Auntie Dee put on the shower, as Bee  patted sissy’s rear.

 “Hands up ! (Sissy did as told) What’s this !”..

Bee laughed aloud !... has Auntie put you in a Nappy !”

Dee had joined her also patting his rear she chimed in..

“I had No choice Auntie Bee..The little shit dirtied my lovely silk bloomers with its disgusting mess !...So I had to improvise but when I did the dirty shit got excited in her Nappy and did a second squirt into her Nappies !”..

Bee cut the clingfilm away letting the towel drop away to a heavy flop !..

“O’dear Auntie Dee Baby has had a bit more than a naughty squirt  accident she has wet herself I think she likes being a BABY ! Well sissy bitch is that it you want to be a Baby !”

To Johns shock he got a second smack to the other thigh full force but not from Bee it was from his Auntie Dee !..

“Answer Auntie Bee you little shit do you want to be a Baby !”

He shook his head hard as he had only ever thought of being a little girl..

But a baby girl eh No !...

But Bee suddenly did something John had not expected.

she took his nipples very genteelly ...slowly teasing them as Johns shaft filled with blood..she pulled him in close as she spoke to him..

“But sissy girl you smell like a baby girl ? Yes sweetie you smell of pee’pees don’t you ? Take a Deep Breath can you smell the pee’pees baby girl ? (John nodded lost now) So that must mean your a Baby if you wet the Nappies Auntie Dee put you in ? Hhhhmmmm ? Are you ? Are you a Bad Baby ? (A second nod came) See Auntie Dee you were right, the wee shit is a liar !!”...

She grabbed his hair bending him over ! ...

“I think that deserves a spanking from your lovely Auntie missy !”..

Dee needed no second ask as she let loose on Sissy..

It was wonderful he squealed and started crying ! ..

OMG he even sounded like a baba !

“Right missy not a word stand up straight..!”

They cut the gagging away as it was pulled Auntie Dee gave sissy pink strawberry soap !

“Get washed then hands up on the wall with your legs spread !”

Sissy did as told Then the shower was put off Auntie Bee pushed an enema tube Deep into his bowels then let the hot water bottle enema rip ! ..

More tears came as it was cold !.. 

a few minuets later a wee dance began...

“Get on the toilet missy !”

The evacuation was instant as Auntie Dee flushed the toilet voiding the smell  ! ..

“Phew you wee stinker get back up against the wall  !”..

A second enema was given ...four in total brought clean water from her sissy girls Botty...

They both seemed pleased by this and spoke softly too him..

“Ok Baby Lemon into the bath and we will wash you nice Ok...?”

Auntie Dee giggled at his silence !

“Clever baby ..But when we ask a question you Will answer us both But in baby talk got that ?”

Wess Auntie Dee twank’wow !

“My my She is a natural baby girlie Auntie Dee !”

Bee mocked...

In the bath they both took turns washing sissy he was in heaven !...

Compared to the harsh treatment of earlier this was lovely as they washed him they spoke to him like a child...John would answer them both lisping like a two year old ! 

Auntie Dee was genuinely shocked how easy Bee was brining out the child in him !..

Auntie Dee got the big pink bath towel..

 “Ok my little princess out you get so we can make you look ever so cute now..But no talking again ok sweetie ?”

John simply nodded looking down ..but this got him another smack this time to his rear full force !

“I told you baby girl You don’t look at the floor you give full eye contact to show Obedience ! Let’s try again..Princess you will not talk now Ok ? ( John looked his Auntie in the eyes welling up nodding) Clever baby girl much better... You little Llandudno are in so much trouble but don’t fret Auntie Bee Has quite the evening in store for our New Toy !”

Auntie Bee had the collar again !

“All fours Baby girl let’s get you dressed properly and get your makeup on !”....

She tugged the lead ! 

John. Scurried behind them both to Aunties room..

The dresser stool had a plastic cover over it and a pink sheet at the ready.

As sissy sat down looking at himself Auntie Dee put on the hairdressers sheet fastening the Velcro at the neck she patted his head...

“Headie forward and close your eyes do Not Open the missy !”

She lifted the hair clippers and set to work removing his hair as Bee had told her, leaving only a Sissy tuft on the front of his head !

God he actually looked like a baby !

Dee was so wet now...the throbbing had started again...

Bee had mittens with cartoon charioteers on the As she spoke to sissy..

“Give Auntie Bee Your Right handie ! clever baby girl”

She pushed them on hard and John had to make a fist to have them fit !

“Now the other handie.. Clever baby lemon that’s the way just be a good “Thing” for us”

Auntie Dee was already putting on the base foundation !...