#my room is comfy and HUGE with a lovely view

[rubenesque-as-fuck]

Birthday vacation, day one walk-around outfit

Paired with a matching mystic topaz ring/bracelet/necklace/earrings set

[co-reborn]

[PPV] BG SEX PERFECT PINK HAIR KOREAN COLLEGE GIRL RIDES AND GETS CREAMPIED - Full Ver ($30).mp4

Jiheon x Male Reader

view in AFF

3,013 Words

A/N: Huge thanks to @worldsover for allowing me to write a sequel to his fic BarelyLegalGirls and editing this fic as well. Go check out the original fic, it's my favourite fic of his.

Day in, day out, the job of being the penis for the camera drained you—no, not like that. Well, yes, like that. But also, it is repetitive. Being a porn star isn't that different from your last job, carrying heavy boxes to and fro: blinding fluorescent lights, annoying noises, people bossing you around. Worthless exhaustion, and you're probably going to be replaced by a robot. Everyone was boring or vapid or aggravating, so few people at your job stood out.

You get a DM from one of the few.

"hii, it's ur favorite ice cream model"

The unexpected message comes with a selfie, and you look at it with disbelief.

The pink hair. The blinding smile. Memories all come flowing back into your head—memories of her sweet voice, memories of her curves, memories of her tight pussy. A woman so uniquely gorgeous yet filthy, you never thought you'd see her again.

"come over… i need some help pls??" 

The message followed by an address.

You're staring at her picture in disbelief, but eventually you reply.

"hey, it's you. what do you need?"

"just come! i'll tell you when ur here"

~~~~~~

Though your feet carry you down the corridor of this apartment building, you still have your doubts. Solicitations from strangers you've fucked once, these sorts of messages are nothing new at all with your line of work—what's new is that you've followed through, finding yourself in front of a door. You give it a few knocks. Listen closely, the sounds of furniture being dragged around. For all you know, she just wanted your help moving a sofa. That would've been fine with you.

Instead, when the door swings open, you don't even have time to react as a pair of arms wraps around your neck, and a pair of lips lays on yours, tasting so sweet.

Instincts kick in, with your hands finding their natural place on the girl’s waist. Her tongue wraps around yours and the kiss deepens, lips mashing and her hips grinding into yours. She hasn't even closed the door yet, and already, she's endeavouring to deprive you of oxygen. A dizzying haze consumes you as her fingers curl on your back. You hear rattling behind you—the elevator, footsteps—and you snap out of your lustful trance. Grab the girl’s shoulders, push her away, and close the door. 

In awe, you stare at Baek Jiheon, then clear your throat. "Not even a hello?"

She cheekily smiles at you before pulling you into the cramped space of her home. Jiheon kisses you on the cheek. "Hi, Oppa. Make yourself comfy."

You look around the room, with the bed next to the couch next to the kitchenette. Getting comfy is a bit of a tricky task. Next to the bed is a cheap tripod to hold her iPhone, a ring light to illuminate the corner, and a microphone neatly hidden out of view.

So she took your advice to heart, and in a way, your doubts are all but confirmed. However, when you ask “So what, you need a cameraman?”, it's more flirtatious than apprehensive. Only one person could convince you to switch career prospects on the spot.

Jiheon moves you behind the tiny desk. “And a partner too.”

Exactly what you expected, and not at all simultaneously. Your heart skips a beat; the throbbing is in your pants instead. There's no script for you to follow, so you find yourself silent and still.

“A dildo can’t fill me with cum. Besides, they say you never forget your first love, right?” Jiheon tiptoes and whispers into your ear. “And I love your dick too much to ever forget it, Daddy.”

The urge skyrockets, to slam her against the wall and take her there and then. You’re powerless when her fingers dance on your chest before she pushes you to sit on the couch. She hands you the phone, and you're bumbling with it; you even drop it once like you're a damn amateur. But you're willing to surrender whatever degree it took to make you a professional sexpert if it means another round with Jiheon.

While Jiheon shuffles to find the perfect position on her bed, you play around with the phone’s camera. She finally settles on kneeling, then she gives you a thumbs up. You click the record button.

Her playful demeanour instantly disappears, her mouth curling into a devilish smirk. Hands roam across the curves of her chest and her head tilts back as she’s completely absorbed in the moment. How is she so good at this? You, the porn star, are the last person to feel the urge to search porn, but you looked for Jiheon, many many times, and never found anything other than that single scene you shot with her. You've never met anyone so naturally gifted at the art of seduction.

Digging her knees into the soft mattress and looking at the camera—or is she looking at you?—Jiheon toys with the hem of the black shirt. Lifting it just enough to give a peek of her toned tummy, she covers it mere seconds later. You don’t even notice the build up of saliva in your mouth until now. Jiheon continues teasing the audience a few more times, toying with her shorts, gyrating her hips, before she finally pulls her shirt all the way up and over her. The top is put aside while she hastily reaches behind her back to undo her bra. 

With that out of the way, she pushes her tits together, pouting like some cute innocent girl.  You want to reach out, interrupt the scene, and get those pink nipples between your fingers or your lips. Your eyes roam her figure as you recollect the softness of her perky little breasts.

However, the view doesn’t last long. Jiheon unbuttons her shorts and turns away from the camera, then she bends over and pulls the shorts down to her knees. Temptation grows at the hint of her curves. Your mouth waters more. The bright pink panties are next to go, as she wiggles her butt while pulling the underwear agonisingly slowly, until finally revealing her perfectly photogenic and perky ass. It's a pretty painting, her bare back, her ass squished against her calves as she kneels, the soles of her feet and her wiggling toes. Most of important of all, she looks back at you, pure lust in her eyes, impossible for anyone breathing to deny.

She points to the tripod, then gives you a come-hither gesture of her fingers. 

You set the phone in its place, hurriedly strip yourself naked, and then you damn near leap at the bed. Jiheon giggles as she pushes you down onto the mattress. Her hands grip your shoulders as she positions herself hovering over you, her knees at the sides of your waist. You would be content with drowning in her fiery gaze but she looks over her shoulder instead. From the side of her face, you see her smile into the camera before slowly lowering into your lap.

Not hesitating to mask your enjoyment, you groan when Jiheon’s ass presses down and grinds on your cock. Her pussy's not hiding anything either, making your shaft slick. Her hips move back and forth, and already Jiheon's lips are contorting in need. Wanting more, she leans over to make out with you, her tongue always so enthusiastic to toy with yours.

Your hands are all over her back, gripping at her sides. As your fingers dig in, she grinds hard on you, like she's trying her best to get her dick inside her now. In failing, she just gets you all covered in juices—there might even be a pool of it on her bed now. You’re rock hard and trapped, physically by Jiheon’s curvaceous body and the bed, mentally by your ever-growing need of indulging in her. You're trapped, but you have no intention to escape. What has this young woman done to you? Perhaps you haven’t fully recovered from the first time you met her, judging by the repeated private viewings of her debut film.

When your mouths eventually disconnect, she whispers, “I need you in me now, Daddy.”

Reacting immediately, you lift Jiheon off your lap, aim your cock at her pussy, and sink her back down. Even at your own impetus, you gasp at the sudden rush of pleasure, the exhilaration; Jiheon is much less quiet, throwing her head back to let out a loud moan. She’s so fucking wet, maybe even wetter than the previous time. There’s no director and crew around to distract her and dictate her every action. Her focus is completely on you and your cock. You made her this wet. 

You love every detail, the shake of her legs, the writhing of her waist, the little whimpers as your cock fills her and she takes a second to adjust to the pleasure. She then begins to ride you, making a wet mess on your crotch, and now you're sure about the pool with the stain on her sheets. You gently hold her, a hand on her slim waist and another on her thick thigh, while she sets into a comfortable rhythm. Not long after, the room is filled with faint sounds of wet flesh slapping against each other as well as your moans, growing from soft and reserved, to all-out declarations of bliss. 

Deciding to give into your urges, your hand on her waist reaches to her immaculate butt to cop a feel, squeezing to appreciate its softness while enjoying her breasts meshing against your chest.

Her pussy wraps your cock so lovingly, so needy, that you already feel a heady rush. With this small confined space and the stationary camera, you don’t have the luxury to change positions often, a common tactic to last long. You try to find ways to distract yourself. You think about what to eat afterwards, but nothing comes to mind except for Jiheon, a meal you want to completely devour. As she continues her passionate cowgirl bouncing, she brushes back her hair and holds it in a ponytail, and you find an opportunity. Sit up. Your lips lightly mark her neck, leaving both sides a little pinkish, before you move further down. You kiss her breasts several times and then take her nipple into your mouth. Sucking on them like your life depends on it, Jiheon hugs your head closer to her chest and cries even louder.

Whines and mewls intersperse her words as she says,“You like me, don’t you? You didn’t hesitate to come over when I texted you. Fuck, you wanted to fuck me again so bad, right?”

You don’t answer, instead choosing to bury your face deeper into her chest, while burying your cock deeper into her pussy. You and Jiheon both know the unspoken truth. 

“Well, I’m yours today." She's breathing heavily, nearly gasping for air, with her mouth open and her tongue out. "I’m your fucking toy. Use me however you want.”

Quickly making up your mind, you give her ass a loud, forceful smack, and she yelps. “I want to fuck you from behind, Jiheon," you say. "Need to watch that ass.”

Jiheon dismounts from your lap, though the temporary loss of her pussy around your cock earns a grunt from you. You step to the side of the bed while she gets on all fours, wiggling her ass for the camera, fixing her bangs, no doubt smirking. You need to show some semblance of control, to show that your mind hasn’t fully yet, so you press your tip against her wet slit and tease her by sliding up and down. For added measure, you reach down and rub at her clit.

Your stratagem works. Too well. She pushes her ass back instinctually, and once her snug walls tightening around your cock once again, you lose it all. You thrust forward, slamming into her, and you're already grabbing her hair as she rocks her body in tandem with yours. Every motion perfectly compliments you as you find yourself buried hilt deep in her. Knowing little else about Jiheon, you're sure that she does nothing halfway.

Even while drowning in her lustful desires, Jiheon still holds some awareness for her surroundings. She turns her head to the side, her half lid eyes staring into the camera as the stream of moans does not show any sign of stopping. You, on the other hand, are absorbed in the moment, hyper focused on Jiheon’s body. Her ass and thighs tremble at your relentless pounding, her back beads with sweat, and above all else, the plush walls of her cunt embrace your shaft so totally that you forget you're filming.

Utterly in the moment, you fuck her harder and faster. You're pulling her hair back now, making her look up and at you, and you're squeezing her ass—god, you’re never going to have your fill watching that ass. Slap it, make it ripple even more. Jiheon’s cries grow louder, and her pussy becomes wetter. She is getting exactly what she wants—to be used like a fucktoy—and she absolutely loves it. Her position on all fours falters, her arms losing strength, so she ends up with her face down into the mattress. Even with the average quality of the phone camera, you know this stunning silhouette of Jiheon bent over would make a perfect thumbnail.

While you maintain your grip on her waist, your other hand pulls her right arm and lifts her head off the bed. You catch sight of her cock-addled expression—her cheeks are flushed, her tongue is sticking out, her eyes almost fully rolled back. With this pace of pumping your cock into her young and tight body, her adorable breasts bounce up and down. 

Minutes or hours go by as you continue relishing in Jiheon’s body. Yet, all good things must come to an end. The streak of moans stops and Jiheon tries to form coherent words. “C-cum. Need to, I need to…”

Immediately, you withdraw from her pussy and flip her onto her back. You then fold her body into half, her legs pressed tightly against her chest. Staring intensely into her eyes, you resume fucking Jiheon with the intent of finishing her orgasm. Right now, it’s just you and her. Forget about the camera. Forget about recording a good clip for her. Your cock is wholly impaling her, and you sense the clenches of her cunt.

“I’m, I’m cumming. Fuck!”

Jiheon tosses her head back, her mouth left hanging open as she basks in the pleasure of her orgasm and your still pistoning cock. She shudders and squirms, her cunt making a creamy mess of your shaft. The sheer tightness and wetness of her pussy turns your brain haywire, every other bodily function shutting off, and the heat at your crotch is at a high as you inch closer towards your peak.

Moments after her own orgasm, Jiheon breaks through her haze and regains some sobriety, starting to slowly fuck herself into your length again. By the way her face contorts, you can tell she's still sensitive, but she works through it. Like a siren, Jiheon lures you closer and closer to the edge, her sweet voice beckoning for you to give in.

“F-fuck, you’re going to cum soon, right? Fucking cum inside me. That’s what you wanted since you came over, since you saw me strip earlier, right? Well, do it.” She wraps her hands around your neck and pulls you closer. She whispers straight into your ear, the microphone unable to pick up her dirty words. “As I said, I’m all yours, Daddy.”

Her words trigger a reaction from you once more. She’s the one under you, yet she’s had you under her spell this whole time, knowing exactly how to push your buttons. You place your hands on the mattress for leverage, fucking her raw in this mating press position. You had no chance of lasting much longer, since with a few erratic pumps later, you’re filling her full of your cum. Throughout your orgasm, even after it's ended, you’re still thrusting into Jiheon, prolonging this session as much as possible. 

When your cock eventually softens and slips out of her body, your creamy load immediately follows after. You lack the energy to hold yourself together and fall to Jiheon’s side. Jiheon turns her body towards the camera and you follow suit, spooning her from behind. Your shaft slips between her thighs, and it hardens once again as it slowly rubs against her messy pussy lips. Jiheon’s hand then slips downwards, and her fingers toys with your sensitive cock before they plunge back into her cunt, eliciting a soft moan. She scoops out your creampie, and some of the cum that's dripped out of her too, and then she slowly licks her hands clean for the camera.

Tilting her head back, she sighs, “You taste so good.”

~~~~~~

“So, how do you think it came out?” Jiheon asks. She's in your lap as you sit on the couch.

You take a second to process the words, with Jiheon interrupting the review of the footage. All that’s in your brain is the delightful sight of her deep in pleasure while you fucked her from behind, as well as the delightful feel of her thighs squishing under your fingers right now—you love the way your touch can make her giggle.

“I think it’s a good start," you say. "Once you get a better set up, I think it’ll be even better.”

In your mind, it’ll only be better when your cock is buried in her again, not just nested between her ass cheeks as they are now. 

Things unfortunately don’t get better as Jiheon leaves the warmth of your embrace. Turns out your judgement was flawed, however, when she ties her hair into a messy ponytail and gets on her knees between your spread legs.

She looks up and smiles. “Now for your payment, Daddy.”

You grab the phone.

Maybe this one should be on camera.

[quimichi]

NSFW [ SFW if NSFW isn’t okay- ] Malleus Hc? [ male reader if your comfy with tat, if not gn is good too :3 ] ignore if your not taking requests or this isn’t okay-

. . . . . . . . . ╰──╮MY DEAREST ╭──╯ . . . . . . . . .

(N)SFW MALLEUS BF HCS

Malleus x Gn!Reader

A/n: I do male reader, but since you said gn reader is fine too I did gn reader! I hope it's ok but obviously I can still do a male reader ♡

SFW

: ̗̀➛ first of all, damn you're lucky like---

: ̗̀➛ the fact that you're now in a relationship with the most powerful being of the school is mad scary for so many. After all, you're just a magicless human.

: ̗̀➛ but you are so much more to Malleus himself, and he takes a pot of pride in being your partner, boyfriend sounds so...weird to him

: ̗̀➛ Lilia btw is a super proud mom

: ̗̀➛ i have the add the adorable gargoyle stuff because it's a Malleus thing. He always takes his time and is open minded to youe interest, so obviously you are too! Whatever it might be he will try and study it to understand you better

: ̗̀➛ please help him tho, he may get a little lost in places of the internet if he ever trys to learn more on there

: ̗̀➛ insist on you two sleeping together. And INSISTS that you and Grim move to his dorm, his room to be specific, because the conditions you live in? We don't talk about them---

: ̗̀➛ once he got a taste of cuddling, it was over for you. He can and will get clingy at night, pulling you into his chest so he can hold you

: ̗̀➛ very protective and somehow greedy. Your attention is his, his animalistic dragon side may come out there but you can deal with it, so far that is-

: ̗̀➛ gets you way to expensive presents, mostly with pretty gems. Things like jewelry, or even other decorative pieces. All in your favorite color(s)

: ̗̀➛ loves to take late night walks with you, having your arms linked while slowly walking beside each other enjoying not only the atmosphere but each other's company

: ̗̀➛ will also read to you if you ever ask for it. Having you falling asleep right there in his arms ro his soothing voice really does sound like a dream

: ̗̀➛ lol he literally told Sebek to also protect you from any harm that comes if he can't be around you (which is like so rare he's glued to your side)

: ̗̀➛ baby can't use his phone right and would think that if he speaks to his phone with the chat open it will magically send the text to you, like you always do with voice mails---

: ̗̀➛ or he has his front camera open and doesn't know how to turn the view so he literally turns the whole phone and trys to blindly press the button

: ̗̀➛ he's so cute stfu

NSFW

: ̗̀➛ this guy is huge like---massive. You have to be around his size to really take it down good-

: ̗̀➛ rip to my fellow small people out there

: ̗̀➛ obviously he gives off big dick energy and this is what he has, a big dick. Like 9 inches, in cm that would be 22

: ̗̀➛ it's average in thickness but the length...damn: ̗̀➛ like i said before very protective, also meaning possessive. He will mark you up, with his smell and with any other sign he can. That's why he gets you the jewelry too. And also hickey's

: ̗̀➛ if you dont like those, he won't do any of them he respects you to much for this to push you into anything that you are not willing to at least try. Same with showing them, if you don't like people to know this way, he is very okay with this

: ̗̀➛ since he does love and respect you a lot, like literally adore and being obsessed with you, you will have the final word of anything. He is willing to try everything out of curiosity and will maybe bring something up himself, but won't MAKE you do anything. A no is a no after all

: ̗̀➛ so a no for him is definitely degration, like sry people who like it but no-

: ̗̀➛ [FEM REDER] a little yandere but would baby trap you at some point in life cause he knocks you up all the time with everything he has. So in the end, you are truly only his

: ̗̀➛ [MALE READER] would also let you take control once in a while. Yes, he is dominant for 99% but if you are also, just ask and take control he won't bite unless you want to, bite back even. Literally ruin this man's insides he will love it ♡

: ̗̀➛ seeing you so...rounded with his cum just makes him keep going, if you let him

: ̗̀➛ also, belly bulge. It's hypnotizing seeing himself going in and out of you, in and out...

: ̗̀➛ can go for so many rounds, because the Stamina he has is insane. Like he turns when you star begging for his dick inside you

: ̗̀➛ really loves to hear you, he knows you're obsessed with his voice but so is he with yours. He won't only whisper those dirty but also sweet things into your ear, making you weak. He wil also make you say things you were never expecting to say, without him forcing you. Same with the noises he can draw out

: ̗̀➛ He makes you shameless without even realizing it and it makes his brain go brrr

: ̗̀➛ to a point where Lilia heard it more than once-

[marvelobsessed134]

Love me tender part three: moving in

Series masterlist

Pairings: 60s!rockstar!bucky x innocent!fem!reader

Warnings: smut, guided masturbation, innocent!reader, Bucky refuses to look at readers pussy until their wedding night, Bucky refers to reader as a little girl once, expectations from the time period, age gap (Bucky is 24 and reader is 18), Bucky denies reader of sex till marriage

With a lot of convincing from Bucky, your father allowed you to move into his house in the countryside of California. It is absolutely beautiful and huge. You’re so overwhelmed by all of the rooms and things inside of it. Even though your father’s house is a very decent size, you’ve never seen one like this before.

You packed all of your things you needed before heading out front. Bucky waited leaning against his black Cadillac in a perfect buttoned up shirt tucked into pants. He had a cigarette hanging from his mouth as he watched you make your way towards him.

The singer threw the cigarette on the ground and stomped on it before quickly helping you get your suitcases in the trunk. Once that was done, he stepped close to you and looks down at you before pressing a kiss to your lips.

He loved the way you looked in your pastel pink dress and soft white cardigan with your big hair.

“So beautiful.” He murmured before kissing you again making you giggle, “Bucky let’s hurry up before my father changes his mind.”

“Your wish is my command darlin’.”

He opened the passenger door to you and let you inside before shutting it and running to the drivers side.

When you got to his house you were in utter awe. As you drove through the iron gates and saw the fountain in the middle of the curved driveway and the beautiful huge grassy lawn you felt like you were in a whole other dimension.

As soon as Bucky pulled up to the from numerous assistants emerged from the front doors and got your suitcases out for you. Bucky helped you out of the car and gently held your hand as he led you through the grand front doors.

“Why don’t I show you the living room first sweetheart?” He asked and you nodded with a smile. You followed him into the beautiful living room with a gorgeous fire place and comfy couches. A tv set sat on an angle towards the couches. There were potted palm plants in the corners of the room.

“It’s so beautiful in here.” You gushed.

“Well you oughta get used to it honey it’s yours now too.” His words made your heart flip flop. He lead you throughout other parts of the house-more like mansion-before he had one id his assistants tell him he had someone waiting on the phone for him.

“I have to take care of some business but you keep explorin’.” The rockstar gave you a quick kiss before leaving you in the hallway upstairs. You slowly continued to walk till you reached two double doors at the end which was clearly Bucky’s bedroom. You knew you shouldn’t intrude on his private space and how wrong it was for unmarried people to share a bedroom but you just wanted to know what it looked like so bad.

So without any maid or assistant seeing you, you quickly slipped into the room. You closed the door and leaned against it after taking a deep breath. You looked around the room and slowly stepped further. A huge king sized bed was up against the wall in the middle of the room with two nightstands on either side. A another television set was across from the bed. Two doors were inside the room assumably to the bathroom and a walk in closet. The view from the large windows overlooked the backyard with its green lawn and large pool and beautiful landscaping.

Bucky has very good taste, you thought to yourself. There was also a loveseat at the foot of the bed. You walked towards the bed and slowly and carefully sat down on the plush mattress. It was softer than anything you’ve felt before.

Suddenly you felt this wave of tiredness wash over you. You couldn’t sleep last night since you were both so nervous and excited about the big move. And you woke up extra early today. So you found yourself kicking off your heels and lying back on the bed to drift off to sleep.

~Time Skip~

“Y/n, wake up baby.” A familiar baritone voice spoke softly as you slowly opened your eyes. You looked up to see your fiancé-he immediately proposed after the third date which isn’t as insane for this time period-sitting next to your small frame staring down at your fondly. You slowly sat up and yawned, “I’m sorry Bucky. I know I shouldn’t even be in here in the first place but I was just so curious and then I got tired and fell asleep.” You tried to explain yourself the best you could in hopes not to get into too much trouble.

“That’s alright, darlin’. You’ve had a big day today little girls like you can get easily tired.”

“M’not a little girl Bucky.” You laughed softly. The singer leaned down and kissed you.

“You’re precious just like one.” You blushed at that.

Later on as the days went by you got quite used to living with Bucky. The two of you spent time together all the time but when he wasn’t around you occupied yourself by going out to the pool, reading in the home library, watching movies and going shopping.

There were times where you’d get that sensation between your legs and god, you’d do anything for Bucky to take care of it. Too nervous and scared to touch yourself, you needed him badly.

One night you began to kiss him with more passion and started to grind against him. You felt his growing bulge under his satin pajamas but before you two could go any further he put a stop to it, “This is something that’s very special to me and I want to experience it after we’re married.” You pouted at his words, “but this feeling I have-“

“Let me teach you how to touch yourself okay honey? And you won’t have to do it much longer we’re gettin’ married real soon.” He soothed you and you nodded.

So, Bucky sat behind you in front of the floor length mirror and asked you to spread your legs. You were in a short babydoll nightgown. “Now take your panties off. Don’t worry I won’t look.” You took off your panties and he had his eyes closed. “I don’t want to see that pretty pussy of yours till our weddin’ night but I’m gonna do the best I can to show you how to play with it okay?” He opened his eyes but only paid attention to your face in the mirror and not your naked lower body.

“Okay Bucky.” Your soft, sweet voice responded.

“Run a finger up between those folds.” You did as he said, and hissed at the friction. “Good girl now continue to rub those wet lips and try and stick a finger inside.”

You rubbed your wet folds, getting your fingers wet as well before slowly entering yourself using one slender finger. You moaned softly at the feeling. “God if only I could see that pussy right now. Okay now, you know that little button at the top, go ahead and rub that with your thumb, princess.”

You rubbed your clit with your thumb and squealed at the feeling of slight overstimulation before going back in and rubbing your thumb. “Thrust that finger in and out, maybe add a second one too.” Your fiancé suggested and you obeyed him, adding a second finger and fucking yourself while rubbing your clit.

Bucky admired your beautiful face as you relished in the newly found pleasure. “Mmm Bucky I feel so…good. I feel like I’m going to pee!” You cried.

“Don’t stop baby, you’re about to cum and it’s gonna feel so good I promise baby keep goin’.”

You did as he said and finally you experienced your first ever orgasm, you saw stars as you came all over your fingers. You caught your breath and leaned helplessly against Bucky’s chest.

“You did so good Y/n. Such a good girl.” He smiled at you through the mirror and kissed you on the cheek making you blush and giggle.

[artists-ally]

would you write a one-shot about harvey and reader on their honeymoon? like, he rented a villa for them in the mountains and then is snowing for the first time in the season and reader gets excited like lorelai gilmore on winter fjvjkfdfmk

{Scenes from the Cityscape} Reader x Harvey Specter

I feel like honeymoon Harvey would spoil you to no fucking end. Like he might even have someone that secretly follows y’all around and everything you touch he buys for you and then it’s just there when you get back. Anyway here’s my two cents on the matter <3 title from this song that I highly suggest listening to.

Word count: 1,619

Warning: none, very fluffy

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“Will you please just tell me where we’re going?” 

“No.” You could hear the smile. “Just be patient.”

You huffed, pinching the bridge of your nose. You knew you shouldn’t have let Harvey plan the honeymoon. Sure, he let you take care of the whole wedding; everything from the flowers and the cake, to what boxers he wore under his pants. All of it was planned and precise. 

This was most certainly not how you wanted to kick off the next two weeks. The two of you compromised: you plan the wedding, he plans the honeymoon. You got on a plane at six this morning and all you knew was it was freezing outside.

You trusted Harvey enough to not plan something you hated, because then both of you would be miserable. The cold was a good sign. 

And being blindfolded didn’t necessarily make anything better. Especially this rickety bus you guys got on which was wobbling side to side as you drove for about an hour. It seemed to drive on and on and on and then there was a steady pace up and up and up. 

You wanted to take a peek to see where you were heading, but Harvey had his hand in yours so you knew you weren’t getting away with it. 

“Alright, we’re here. Nope, you’re not allowed to take it off yet, don’t even try,” He muttered, taking both of your hands and leading you out of the bus. 

The gravel stones crunched under your boots and the chill of the air stung your nose. You took in a big breath and exhaled. “I smell snow.” “How can you smell snow?” Harvey asked, very obviously annoyed that the surprise was slowly starting to be revealed.

“Because I can,” you shrugged. Your mind began to wonder about where you were. You knew it was out of the country because you needed your passport, but other than that you had not a single clue. Harvey took your boarding pass and wouldn’t let you anywhere near a navigation screen. He somehow even convinced the flight crew to not say anything either. 

“Mr. and Mrs. Spector, welcome! Please, follow me and I will show you to your residence,” you can only assume it was some hotel staff that greeted you. It did warm a place in your heart to hear Mrs. Spector. 

Hardwood floors creaked under your boots as you stepped up with Harvey’s guidance. When you were inside, the warm scent of a fresh fire greeted you, as well as the sound. Harvey told you to just stand there for a moment, and you could hear a muffled conversation in the other room. 

“Okay, are you ready to take off your blindfold?” Harvey asked, pressing up behind you.

“For the love of god yes,” you giggled, letting your hands fall over his when he wrapped them around your waist. His hand came up to the back of your head and tugged the fabric off. 

Through squinting eyes, you looked around the room.

Wood floors, a comfy sofa, and a raging fireplace sat in front of you. The kitchen was off to your left and so was a dining room. You gasped, looking through the kitchen to see a window with huge trees, coated in a small layer of fresh snow. 

“Harvey-”

“We’re in Banff,” was all he said. You made a mad dash around the couch to get to the kitchen, exploring all the hallways of this cabin. 

“Harvey oh my god it’s beautiful.” Banff was a town in Alberta, Canada. With the most gorgeous mountain views of the Rockies, frozen over lakes and historic castles, it has been a bucket list place for you for pretty much your entire life. And you were here. 

You ran up the stairs, ditching Harvey to find a balcony or something to get outside and look. Through the master bedroom at the end of the hallway, there were a double set of doors that overlooked a forest. When you opened them, the bitter wind bit your face in the most refreshing way possible. 

The deck wrapped around, and you followed it to a breathtaking view. 

There, right in front of you, were some of the biggest peaks you had ever seen. Coated with white and jagged cliffs, the treacherous beauty of the mountains welcomed you. And the lake that was frozen over was dazzling with people skating. 

Tears almost formed in your eyes, but they quickly turned to ice in your lashes, clumping them together. It was just so perfect. Most couples enjoy a trip somewhere warm, but not you. You couldn’t stand the sun. This was your place. The one place that didn’t seem to put any pressure on you to do anything but enjoy it’s raw, natural beauty. 

“It’s supposed to snow tomorrow, first of the year,” Harvey said from behind you. When you turned, he had a few snowflakes in his hair, leather gloves out for you to take. “So, you think this place will do for the next two weeks?”

“Harvey… this is just- how did you even pull this off? Banff is impossible to get to at this time of year.” Mid November was prime time for visiting, and prime time for snowfall. And when it snowed in Banff, it was several feet at once. Made for perfect skiing, snowboarding, and tubing experiences. 

“I have my ways,” he smirked. “I just wanted us to be able to enjoy just that. Us. No one around to know who we are, no one around to bother us. It’s peaceful and quiet and secluded for us to do whatever we want.”

You gazed up and around again, “I can’t believe this. I don’t think you have any idea how excited I am, Harvey.”

“I think I have some idea,” he laughed. “I don’t think you have any idea how excited I am to spend this time with my wife.”

You blushed, resting your head on his shoulder. “I can’t wait to spend this time with my husband. Can you promise me something, though?” “Anything, my love,” he kissed your temple, then your forehead when you locked eyes.

“Will you please have a snowball fight with me in the morning and then cook me breakfast while we warm up by the fire?”

Harvey just laughed, hugging you tightly to him. “Yes, I would love to beat you in a snowball fight and then win back your love with pancakes and bacon.”

“What makes you think you’re going to win?”

“What makes you think you’re going to win?”

“Because,” you scoffed. “I am one hundred percent better at making snowballs.” “Which one of us played baseball?” Harvey gave you a cocky look. “I did. I’m gonna win.”

“We’ll see about that,” you pointed at him, heading back inside. “Any other surprises I should know about?” “Of course there are, but they’re surprises, Yn. That’s kind of the point, I’m not supposed to tell you anything. But, one of them is tonight. So we should start getting ready.”

Harvey had packed everything for you, so you had no idea what you actually had to wear. Curse him and his vague-ness. He wouldn’t tell you, no matter how many times you tried. Harvey just ignored you and your poking when he wouldn’t tell you. 

When he went to get dressed, you fixed your hair and did your makeup. Music was floating through the room as you sat at the vanity in the bathroom, Harvey off in the bedroom somewhere. There was a soft knock at the door and he stood there, leaning against it in a new suit you hadn’t seen before. 

It was all black, even the shirt was too. No tie, which was a dangerous look for him. His normally spiky hair was smoothed a little more since he had been growing it out a little. He had on a gold watch and cufflinks to match. 

“This is for you.” Harvey pulled a garment bag over his shoulder and hung it on the back of the door. 

He walked out, and you eyed the bag suspiciously. When you unzipped it, a gold clump of fabric flowed out. It was shiny, made from silk. When you got a good look at it, your jaw dropped to the floor. It had one strap and the fabric carried across your waist to the opposite hip, parting for a slit all the way up. It was almost a corseted top, it had some sort of boning in it to keep the neckline up. 

It was a little difficult to get on with all the folds, but you managed. 

“Harvey, can you come zip it up?” “Of course, my love.” His hands drew up your back, placing a kiss to your shoulder when he was done. “You look stunning, Yn.”

“Where on earth are we going?” You had to ask one last time. 

Harvey grabbed your hand, spinning you around in a circle to get a full look at you. “To a ball.”

“A ball? Seriously?” He just nodded at you, your obvious excitement pouring out of you. “Like, a real ball? With dancing and mingling and looking hot and mysterious?”

“Yes, especially the hot part,” he wiggled his eyebrows. “Are you ready to go?”

You practically running to the door was enough of an answer for him. A limo was parked outside and when the two of you got settled, there was some champagne poured. 

“To us,” Harvey said. “And to my best friend, and the love of my life. I cannot wait to do the rest of our lives with you, Yn. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Harvey.”

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[daydreamingyuta]

My Rockstar | Yuta

summary: fluff, being a supportive girlfriend to your aspiring rockstar boyfriend, Yuta, was fun. But when his band starts to gain a following, you're unexpectedly hit with jealousy from him suddenly having girls all over him. word count: 2,493 a/n: Happy Yuta Day!!! 💚

Sitting on a plastic fold out chair in a garage, listening to your boyfriend Yuta and the rest of his band play a song that he wrote for you, was always something you looked forward to. Today, there are two other girls there, the girlfriends of Johnny and Jaehyun you assumed. You take the time to say hi and offer them some water, but you don’t remember their names because you know they’ll be replaced next week by some other girls, so there’s no point.

That’s what’s so different about Yuta, he only wanted you. Being the lead singer and guitarist, there were occasionally girls who would throw themselves at him, but you had his heart and that was one thing you loved so much about him. 

Another thing you loved was his passion and drive. His band hasn't taken off yet, playing small gigs here and there, but that doesn't stop him from believing that his band will be huge one day. He often shares these dreams with you and every time, you can’t help but fall for him all over again. He was going to become a rockstar, he knew it, and so did you. 

⸻

Sitting down on Yuta's living room couch, you watch him pace back and forth in the kitchen while he’s on the phone with someone. You can’t hear the conversation but you can tell he’s upset about something. You watch him hang the phone up and you decide to get up and walk into the kitchen. 

You plant yourself right in front of him and run your hands through his hair. “Yuyu, what’s wrong?”

“The ‘Lone Palm Bar’ canceled on us again.”

“They’re not gonna let you play?” You watch as he shakes his head, his eyes looking tired from practicing hard for the gig that now wasn’t going to happen. You raise your hands up to his face to cup his cheeks into your hands, “Hey, don’t worry. They’ll be venues begging you to play one day.”

He nods his head at you as you watch a smile creep onto his lips. You adored the fact that you could make him feel better. He snakes his arms around your waist, backing you up so that you’re leaning against the kitchen island, “One day soon, baby.”

You nod your head as you bring your lips to his cheeks and press two kisses on them. “You’ve been practicing so much lately, I think you need to catch up on some sleep.” He rests his forehead on your shoulder and nods, pulling you closer into a tight hug, “You’ll stay the night with me?”

You hadn’t planned to stay the night, but you knew Yuta slept the best with his girl by his side. Plus, in the beginning of your relationship he had insisted on keeping the essentials at each other's places, so you had all that you needed. “I’ll stay if you let me wear my favorite shirt.”

He lifts his head up and motions it towards his room, “You know where it is.”

You practically skip to his room, and once inside, you beeline to his closet. You skim his clothes before you finally find it, his old ‘One Ok Rock’ shirt which was easily the most comfy t-shirt you’ve ever worn. Yuta has had it since he first started liking the band and he told you that his heart melted a little every time he saw you in the shirt, so of course it quickly became your favorite shirt to wear when you slept over. 

You do the rest of your nightly routine in the bathroom as Yuta waits in the bed for you. You expected him to already be asleep by the time you were finished, but when you walk out of his bathroom, he’s propped up on the bed with his hands behind his head. You tilt your head to question him but all he does is a twirling motion with his finger, signaling to you to do a spin for him. You do as you're told, letting him get a good view of the cozy outfit you both loved so much. 

Once he looked satisfied, you crawl into bed with him, “Ok we have to go to sleep now, Yuta.” You say, sternly because the both of you had a habit of talking until the sun came up.

“Hmm, come here then.” He says, welcoming you to cuddle into him, resting your head on his chest.

 ⸻

You’re both woken up by the buzzing sound of Yuta’s phone ringing against the nightstand. Yuta answers it, half-asleep, but as soon as the person on the phone told him who they were, he was wide awake. You could only hear Yuta’s side of the conversation, but his expression tells you that it’s something very exciting. The conversation comes to an end and as soon as Yuta hangs up the phone, he turns to you.

“Baby, we have a gig at Boulevard Hall!” He says, beaming at you, not able to hide his excitement. 

“Boulevard Hall? That’s bigger than any gig you’ve ever had, Yuta!”

“I know and they. asked. us.” He says, emphasizing every word. “Can you believe that?” You watch as Yuta gets up and starts getting dressed. “They had an artist cancel on them at the last minute and one of the guys working there has been listening to our music lately so they decided to ask us. I have to go tell the guys.” He says as he pulls his shirt over his head and walks over to you to give you a kiss. 

“This is going to be so big for you guys, I’m so proud of you Yuta.” You say, truly meaning it, the proudness you feel in your heart right now is more than you’ve ever felt before. Yuta showers you with a few kisses before he leaves, since the call was so last minute they’ll have to practice day and night to be fully prepared. 

 ⸻

Yuta had a few pre-show rituals he always did before going out on stage. One of them was always having hot tea to soothe his throat so he can sing the best he can. Another, was always making sure he wears the earrings you got him for the first birthday you two shared together. However, your favorite pre-show ritual of his was when you got to sit on his lap and do his eyeliner. 

You arrive backstage a little before the show starts. Your eyes scan the room for Yuta and when you see him he already has his earrings on and some tea in hand. You stride over to him making sure to say a quick hello to Taeyong and Mark on the way. This was their biggest show yet, so they were all visibly nervous. Even Yuta was a bit on edge, you can tell by the way his hands were fidgeting but as soon as you slide onto his lap, his tense demeanor was replaced by calm. “Hi, baby. Ready for your eyeliner?” You ask, pulling out the makeup from your bag. He nods his head and you get to work, deciding to go for a bit of a smoky look.

“You know, I looked out at the crowd before I came in.”

“How many people are out there?”

You pause for a moment so that you can really see his reaction when you tell him. “Baby… there's like at least four hundred people.”

“Four hundred?” Yuta almost drops you off his lap from shock but his firm grip on you stopped that from happening. Once you get comfortable again he kisses you like you were the reason why so many people came. You knew he was really in shock when he let you finish his eyeliner as he just sat there in amazement.

You thought he was going to say something else about the crowd but he surprised you. “You look so pretty tonight angel, trying to distract me while I'm on stage?”

His sweet words always made you blush, but that didn’t stop your mind from thinking about all the girls you saw out there in the crowd. “I don’t know if i’ll be distracting you, there are so many pretty girls out there tonight.”

You had finished his eyeliner so you were about to get off his lap but he stopped you. “Hey, don’t say things like that.” His demeanor very serious. 

“I wasn’t saying anything Yuta, the girls out there are gorgeous.” You respond, matter-of-factly but not looking into his eyes. 

“I’m sure that’s true but they won’t be the one distracting me y/n. I only have eyes for you, you know that.” 

Of course you know this to be true. Sometimes your mind just went to the worst especially since it’s the norm for musicians to get with fans. You nod your head and Yuta smiles, pressing his lips on your forehead. 

You slide off his lap when their manager announces that they go on stage in ten. “Ok, I should get out there.” You say as you notice the other girlfriends start to leave. You grab your bag and wrap your arms around Yuta’s neck, standing on your tippy toes to give him a few kisses. “Good luck, baby. You’ll be amazing, like always.” 

He pulls you into a tight hug and presses his lips onto yours one last time. “Thank you, baby. I’ll look at you if I need encouragement, ok?” He says, loving the fact that he always has his girl cheering him on in the crowd. 

You nod your head and head out the room to get into the crowd, ecstatic for the show to start. 

 ⸻

The show was absolutely perfect. You had been to every one of their shows prior and this was definitely their best yet. As soon as you enter backstage, Yuta engulfs you into a hug that was a bit sweaty but you couldn’t care less. “You were amazing, baby.” You say, your voice slightly muffled from speaking into his chest. 

“I felt it, y/n. It was like-” Yuta’s sentence was cut off by his manager telling him that there were people waiting to get pictures with him and the rest of the band. Yuta flashes you a shocked expression before turning around cooly to meet his fans who had stayed after the show. 

You watch from afar, with a proud smile on your face. The band’s never gotten this type of attention before and you knew they were all basking in it. You were relishing the moment too until you noticed how close all the girls are to Yuta, and how pretty they are, and how they’re finding any excuse to touch him. You really were trying to not think this way, but as soon as one of the fans motions to her cheek and Yuta presses a quick kiss on it, you are fully taken aback. 

You didn’t want to make a scene so you just decided to try and leave. The only issue was that you didn’t exactly know where the exit was and in the state of mind you were currently in, you found yourself lost. You were opening doors at random until your tears began to fall and you decided to hide yourself in a storage room until they stopped. 

You tried to calm yourself down, but the tightness in your throat just constricted even more. Your tears were less about a stupid kiss on the cheek and more about the fact that if a kiss on the cheek wasn’t crossing the line, what was? You really didn’t want to doubt Yuta’s words of devotion to you, but you couldn’t stop thinking about the worst happening in the future. Ten minutes went by before you heard a light knock on the storage room door. “Baby? I was looking for you and someone said they saw you come in here. Are you ok?”

You open the door and it’s obvious you have been crying. You try to deny that anything is wrong but obviously Yuta knows you better than to believe that. “Baby, I can tell something’s bothering you. What’s wrong?”

You don’t dare look into his eyes, knowing that your tears were bound to fall again if you did. You really weren’t going to say anything but the words slipped out before you could stop them, “I feel like it’s just only a matter of time Yuta.”

“A matter of time before what?”

“Before you actually give in to one of those girls throwing themselves at you.”

“Is that what you think? Y/n…Is this about me kissing that fan on the cheek? I should have asked you if you would be ok with it-”

“No, it’s not really about that. I just didn’t think that it would be this hard seeing you get this kind of attention and I know that that’s selfish of me because this is your dream but-”

“Y/n, it’s not selfish. Honestly if it was the other way around I would have a hard time with guys showering you with love too. but you know how I feel about you. If that was crossing the line tonight, then I’ll never do it again.” He steps closer to you, regret in his eyes. “But I promise you, I mean it with my whole heart when I tell you that you’re the only one for me. I mean, who was with me every step of the way?”

You didn’t say anything at first, but you could tell that this wasn’t a rhetorical question Yuta was asking you. “I was.” You say, meekly. 

“You were, y/n. And who was the only one cheering me on when no one else would?”

Again, you felt silly answering his question, but he wanted you to answer again.“I was, Yuta.”

“Then how could anyone ever compare to you, baby?” Yuta cups your face into his hands and kisses you gently. “You’re mine. You have my heart. Nobody else. I've written you a million songs telling you exactly that, and I'll write a million more if that's what it takes for you to believe me."

"I believe you, Yuta."

He flashes you his smile that always makes your heart skip a beat, "That's my girl." He says, giving you another tender kiss that makes your head feel slightly dizzy. “Let’s go home, ok?”

“Wait, aren’t the other boys still meeting fans?” You say, stopping him. 

“They are, but I have the only fan I need.” You cringe at him, but you can’t deny that his words make your heart immeasurably happy. You knew Yuta was only going to get more famous and he was only going to get more attention, but you found comfort in the fact that if you ever felt unsure about his feelings towards you again, he would always be there to remind you.

[lxndonorris]

still got it - Mick Schumacher

Y/N x Mick Schumacher Theme: Smutish (teasing, touching) attending Mick's tire testing in Barcelona x word count: 2120+

When Mick learned that he wasn't going to have a seat for the upcoming season, the two of you were more than just disappointed. Haas in general wasn't the best fit for Mick, with a boss with a temper and the arguably worst car at the time, it was very hard for him to show his true potential. He was frustrated and tried his best to succeed, but it just wasn't meant to be. However, once he got the call from Mercedes, everything changed. Even though he won't have an active seat, staying in F1 even as a reserve driver, means the world to both of you. Now, it's time for Mick to hit the track again, because they allow him to do the tire tests in Barcelona. Of course, he asked you to join him in the paddock, and there was no way that you'd decline his request.

For over a week now, he was excited, a little nervous, and overall happy to finally fly around a circuit once more, even if it was just for tire testing. When it was time to leave for the day, Mick basically dragged you towards his bike. You held on tight, your hands hugging him tightly from behind while he got you to the track right on time. The two of you met up with a few team members, and they informed you, that all is prepared. Now, Mick just needs to suit up and they're set to go.

You're the first to enter the motorhome, with Mick staying a few steps behind. He's still chatting with his mechanics, while you walk through the trailer. Looking around, you instantly remember all the other times you joined him on race weekends, however, it's different this time. They really spared no expenses when preparing this for Mick's tire testing. It looks so comfy, beautifully decorated, and overall perfect. Then, you spot the most important thing, his racing suit. Folded in a neat pile, his black racing suit and fireproofs, lie on a shelf inside the wooden cupboard. You make your way toward them and feel the fabric between your fingers. "Feels good, doesn't it," Mick says, entering the room and walking toward you, a huge smile spreading across his entire face.

"It does." You smile as well and watch him approach you. He reaches for your waist, pulling you closer toward him, while both of you admire his new suit. Then, he turns his face back to yours and tilts his head. "Shall we begin?" He smirks, and you mirror his movements. "Ready when you are." You lick your lips quickly and he giggles. Turning around, you spot a comfy chair waiting for you to sit down, the perfect view for now. Excited, you watch Mick undressing. After he took his shoes off, the first to go is his pair of tight skinny jeans. They look so good on him, flattering his thighs perfectly, and once they're gone, his dark blue boxers are exposed.

You cannot help yourself but admire his package, with him filling those undies well. Of course, he notices you staring. "My eyes are up here." He pouts teasingly, drawing your attention back to his gorgeous eyes. "Don't blame me." You mouth silently, shaking your head, causing him to smirk. He licks his lower lip before he pulls at his black Mercedes shirt. A beautiful, tight shirt, again, made to flatter him. You are used to seeing him wear any team gear, as it's part of his job, and he loves to show off, knowing very well that those shirts are an absolute tease. Without much of a struggle, he takes it off, smirking at you again. Most of the time you forget how well-formed his body is, even through those tight shirts, making his pecs look big enough, but once you see his bare chest, you can't help but look at him, his body again, admiring his physique.

Confidently, he slowly walks up to you, running a hand through his nicely done hair, across his firm chest and even further down to his crotch, brushing over his length. "Like what you see?" He bites his lower lip and reaches for your hand. "Oh, yeah." You breathe deeply and take his invitation. Easily, he pulls you out of the chair and right into his arms. "Easy." You giggle, steadying yourself against his bare chest. "I'm just so excited." He pouts again, before leaning in to kiss you lovingly. "Me too." You say once you separate from him. "Then, what are we waiting for?" Stroking his firm chest, you motion towards his suit. With every move of your fingers, his skin is flushed with color, when he blushes.

"Are you ready?" He raises his eyebrows. "Born ready." You steal one more kiss before he separates himself from you, leaving you to sit down again. Enjoying the view of his ass as he strolls towards the cupboard, you take out your phone to take a few pictures of him getting dressed. Mick picks up the bottoms of the black fireproofs, turns around smiles. "Never had black ones before." His gaze shifts between you and the clothes when a shy smile forms on his soft lips. "They do look good though." You say comfortingly, and he nods. Without further ado, he slides into them, one leg at a time, and they fit perfectly like they were hand-made for him, and just him.

Mick looks down at himself and moves from side to side to have a good look at his lower half. "How does it fit?" You say, and he looks up at you, smirking. "Tight, but in a good way." He bites his lip, knowing very well that not only his excitement is growing bigger and bigger. "Mind if I?" You raise your phone, and he tilts his head again. "Fire away?" He chuckles shortly, and you start to take a few pictures. Mick looks so fine, and he makes sure to pose for this photoshoot, showing off. Both of you giggle while he picks up the top half, and after exchanging teasing looks, he puts it on. You watch his skin vanish behind the black, thin fabric, as he slides into it, again, one arm at a time, before his head pops out of it, with a soft groan.

"Fuck." He breathes deeply, pulling down his top, flattening it with both of his hands. Subconsciously, he keeps stroking his own chest, and his nipples with one hand, while he walks over toward a mirror. "I do look so good." He lets out a soft groan before he turns back around to face you. Nodding contently, you motion for him to come closer again, and he puts on a show. Mick knows how good he looks right now, and he is not afraid to show off. This time, he doesn't need to pull you out of the chair, you get up, embracing his hands on your waist. "You're my beautiful man." You say, again steadying yourself against his chest, but this time, you enjoy the feeling of fabric underneath your fingertips as you run them across his chest, enjoying the feeling of his whole body slowly but steadily tensing more and more.

"Thank you." He blushes again before his attention is drawn to your fingers drawing circles across his pecs. To tease him a little more, your other hand finds its way to his chest, and you feel him, his tits firmly. Mick starts to purr happily, and he watches you stroke him again and again, this time, down his upper body, to his firm abs, his waist, and even further down to his crotch. Lifting your chin slightly, your hands brush over the tent forming inside his underwear, and he lets out a low moan. Mick raises his head now too, and your eyes meet again. "Naughty." He hisses, with his beautiful eyes shining brightly, the fire of excitement burning behind them. "I know you like that." You hiss back at him, as he starts to grind on your hand, narrowing his eyes.

"I think your way too overdressed." He looks down at your outfit, as he starts to tug at your shirt. Giggling, you place a hand on his chin, making him look into your eyes again. "I think we have to do that later." You look at his suit still lying on the shelf, and he follows your gaze. "Fuck, you're right." He looks back at you, leaning in for a loving, passionate kiss. Then, Mick separates himself again and walks towards the cupboard. "Wait, photos!" You say quickly, and he turns around again, striking a pose instantly. With his hands steadied at his hips, he goes through a different set of poses, the ones the drivers would have to do for F1 marketing material.

Mick looks so good in those tight fireproofs, his well-formed body testing the limits of the fabric teasingly. His whole body is growing in anticipation of the upcoming day, and so does yours. Even though you've seen him dress up more than a dozen times, this feels different, a new chapter of a promising journey. Lost in your thoughts, you nearly missed him putting his black racing suit on, when he does a little jump, so his legs slip inside the lower half. You've really missed the sight of him wearing those suits, and this makes you smile even brighter.

Once he lifts his head to look at you, you know he feels the same. His smile covers his whole face, his eyes shine brightly, and the suit fits perfectly as well. "I love that feeling." He says, his voice shaking slightly, as he looks down at himself again, running his hands across his chest, brushing over his crotch to his thighs and back to his waist. Now you make your way toward him, and he embraces your hands on his body now. "Damn, babé." You say, feeling his chest again. This time, it's even harder than before, as he starts to flex. "My beautiful, beautiful man." You say, running a hand across his chest, to his shoulder, and along his arm. Mick, teasingly, flexes his biceps, his muscles bulging against the thin fireproofs.

"So good." He groans again, and you look at him, smirking. "That good, huh?" Your hands encompass his entire upper body, much to his satisfaction. Mick loves being touched by you this way, and his whole body starts vibrating once he starts to hum happily. Leaning in again, you place a soft kiss right on his lips, while you feel his hands now all over your body, your neck, your chest, and waist. You easily pick up his rhythm, and the two of you move in unison, both of you, purring. Just then, a knock on the door snaps you out of this moment. "Eh, come in," Mick says quickly, trying to stop his face from blushing heavily.

A young woman enters the room and spots the two of you standing right next to each other. "You're already dressed, very good." She smiles, motioning to his suit. "Of course," Mick says nervously, and you exchange knowing looks. "You're down in 10, okay?" She says contently before she walks towards the door again. "We will be there." Mick smiles back at her and you watch her leave. For a moment, you stand there, before you share a quick laugh. "Shall we go then?" Mick turns to you, smiling. "Sounds good." You look at the phone in your hands. "Wait, a few more pics?" Pouting pleadingly, you try your best to persuade him, but that isn't even necessary.

Mick nods, and you take a few more pictures. He moves his body, to show off his butt, his firm chest, his big arms, and thighs. As you take a dozen pictures, he puts the upper half of the suit on as well. He closes the zipper, buttons up the collar, and reaches for your hand. One last time you place a hand on his chest, touching him lovingly. "I really missed this." Mick frowns, looking down at himself again, reminiscing of his time on the active grid. "You'll come back soon. I'm sure." You say comfortingly, rubbing his back. Nodding, he looks at you again, before kissing you.

Together, you walk towards his garage, where his Mercedes is already waiting for him. He walks along the car, running a finger along the outlines of the 47 on the front. You watch him getting ready and inside the car, being proud of him. It will indeed be tough to get back into F1, but as other people have done it before, nothing is impossible, for someone with his talent.

[mixreality]

"Good girl"

My inner psychopath can't handle it anymore, so... there it is. English is not my native language! So sorry for mistakes!

Asa Emory with Fem!Reader who becomes his little puppy.

A bit of NSFW in the end

You love animals so much! In your spare time, you work part-time as a dog walker. It was a sunny summer day when HE saw you walking in the park surrounded by several four-legged barking creatures, jumping around, asking to throw them a toy.

Your big eyes, your smile, and your pale (or dark), clear skin glowing in the sun. Perfect. A perfect one to his collection. He's been watching you for quite too long… It's time for the little dog to learn her place…

Asa would be mad at himself it if there was even a single mark on your beautiful body from his instruments or other stuff. So, instead of intravenous anesthesia, he has to make do with a chloroform rag that was securely fixed on your face while you slept in your room. I hope you had a good night's sleep on the way to your new "home".

A nasty white, cold light stabs you sharply in the eyes. Surprisingly, you're not sitting like Gollum in a cramped box, but lying on a creaky bed. The room looks like a mental ward… or a prison.

You want to look around and try to open the door, but something is in your way. Something cold and heavy around your neck. "A collar?! What am I, a dog?!". Right when you thought about it, the door opened with a terrible creak and a masked man entered the room. Your face read animal fear, tears began to flow from your eyes, your voice trembled and begged for mercy.

Asa slowly came closer and closer, viewing you with a kind of… pity? Salty tears leave ugly red marks on your soft skin. So bad. They need to be wiped away. He runs his palm over your cheeks, stroking your face, so caring. At this moment, you feel weirdly…

You cannot remember, how you found yourself walking down an endless halls on all fours, with a chain around your neck like a leash. How long have you been walking like that? Judging by the chafing kneepads, it's been three months for sure, maybe more. Your Stockholm syndrome is kicking in.

And, after some more time, the abandoned building is replaced by a warm house. HIS house. You're used to being treated like a dog, no, you LIKE being treated like dog. You still walk around on all fours, with a leather collar and a gag in your mouth. Good girls should be quiet.

You now have your own little comfy place with a huge cot and a cage (in case you misbehave), somewhere in the furthest room that hardly anyone goes into. When Asa is in the mood, he lets you sit at his legs while he works, or lie on him on the couch. Amazingly, his ruthlessness disappears when you're around (this doesn't negate the fact of the situation you're in).

Clothes? Why do you need clothes? A big black t-shirt and black panties and an anal plug with a tail will suffice. He likes to see your legs and the way you wiggle your ass when you walk, the way your back sags. Asa can give you a sweater if he sees you freezing (sorry, but he doesn't want to have to deal with your fever and snot😢).

"What? Don't you get enough attention? Making puppy eyes because you want more?" with those words, Asa watched you rub against his leg and whimper. "God, what am I doing?" you say to yourself, but you can't stop. Continuing to stroke your head, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his, already aroused cock. It's medium-sized, slightly thickened in the middle, with veins at the base, looking well-groomed (who'd doubt it).

"Lick it. Like a dog. And no hands." It's exciting, but you asked for it. You start at the tip, with the tip of your tongue, in intermittent motions, as if lapping up water. The longer this went on, the more confident you became just licking his cock from base to end. All the way up and down. Running your tongue along every vein. Congratulations, you really have a jaw of steel!

You've lost track of time from the pleasure. Asa's breath hitches slightly, you realize he's about to cum. Yes, your mouth and face are now covered with his seed.

"Oh, look at you, and don't say it's not enough for you. Otherwise, I'll have to punish you, very roughly." Yes. Yes, you're not enough and you want him to take you. Hard. Right now. Bad girl.

[chelseachilly]

THIS LOVE - chapter three | heaven can’t help me now

pairing: ben chilwell x reader

rating: T

word count: 3.6k

summary: ben invites you to italy for a couple days when chelsea has a friendly against juventus. naturally, you drop everything to go with him. oh, and there may only be one bed in your hotel room...

A/N: hope you guys enjoy this one...things are getting serious ;) please let me know your thoughts, comments make my day!! chapter title from wildest dreams

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How you end up flying to Italy on a Thursday when you should be working a double shift at the hospital and then falling asleep on your couch watching Netflix is honestly beyond you.

The week starts fairly normally. You catch up on some errands, work a shift or two, and hang out with Valerie to bring her up to speed on your slightly hectic life since you started accompanying Ben to every event.

It’s definitely started to be more than you bargained for, as Ben has more social engagements for brands in addition to his busy game schedule, but you take it as a sign that what you’re doing is working. He’s already landed a new, highly lucrative deal with a cologne company that were apparently looking for a footballer who fits the “committed, serious” type rather than the usual playboy - a market Ben now seems to have cornered thanks to your little charade.

While you’re out for lunch with Val on Wednesday, you get a call from Ben asking you to come with him to Italy for a couple days. You know Chelsea are playing Juventus in a friendly on Friday, but you weren’t planning on going. You have to work, for one thing, and you don’t usually go to his away games unless it’s an important one - certainly not a friendly.

Ben explains that a few of the other guys are bringing their significant others since it’s an excuse to go to a romantic city for a couple days, and that Shreya thinks it would be good exposure for you to take a trip together.

While he reiterates a bunch of times that you absolutely don’t have to come and it’s just an idea, you’re already mentally clearing your schedule and assuring him you’ll be there.

“Can you cover my shift tomorrow?” you ask Val as soon as you’ve hung up. “Ben asked me to go with him to the Juventus game.”

“Of course, I couldn’t deny you a romantic trip to Italy with your boyfriend,” Val teases, stealing one of your chips.

“Not romantic, and not my boyfriend,” you remind her. “I’m just helping out a friend.”

“You’ve been helping him a lot lately,” Val observes. “I know he’s your best friend, but remember to set boundaries if you need to, you know?”

The truth is, despite the crazy schedule and the lying and the sudden intrusions into your private life, you haven’t considered pulling out once.

“Right, yeah, I will,” you agree offhandedly, taking a big sip of your glass of wine. “Seriously, though, it’s not such a huge sacrifice on my part. There are worse things than going to Italy on a private jet.”

“That’s true,” Val chuckles. “Think any of Ben’s teammates want a fake girlfriend? Or a real one, for that matter? That Reece James is so fit-“

“And taken,” you cut her off with a laugh. “But I’ll keep an eye out for you.”

The next evening, Ben picks you up with a driver to go to the airport. You’re wearing a comfy Chelsea jumper he gave you a couple years ago with white joggers and blue Nikes that match your top.

“Look at you, super fan,” Ben says with a smile as he grabs your bags from you and loads them into the boot of the car.

“Yeah, well, I figure if I’m travelling with the team I should dress appropriately,” you grin. “You ready for tomorrow?”

Ben nods without saying anything as you both get into the backseat.

Aside from the obvious reasons you decided to come with him, there’s another lingering in the back of your mind. You want to be there to support Ben - not as a fake girlfriend, but as his best friend.

It’s by no means the most important game of his career, but it is the first time he’s playing against Juventus since he tore his ACL two years ago, and you know it has to be weighing on him a bit.

Seeing him get hurt like that was one of the worst moments of your life, so you can only imagine how awful it was for him.

He’s obviously long healed now and is probably the most fit he’s ever been, but you know him well enough to know that he’s thinking about it as you sit in comfortable silence on your way to the airport.

He finally breaks the silence when he gets a text and turns to you with a slightly apologetic look on his face.

“That was our club travel manager, apparently all the rooms at the hotel we’re staying at are booked,” he says. “She said she can get mine upgraded to two beds, though, are you okay to share? It just might look suspicious if you stay at a different hotel.”

“Yeah, sure,” you shrug. “Are you guys allowed to share a room with your significant others the night before a match, though?”

“Not usually, but I guess since it’s just a friendly they’re making an exception,” Ben explains. “We don’t play til tomorrow night, either, so that helps. I think most of the lads care more about taking their girls on a nice trip than whether we win, honestly.”

“Well, I’m not flying all the way to Italy to watch you lose,” you tease, poking his ribs. “So lights out by midnight, Benji.”

“Buzzkill,” Ben mutters with a smile, no longer seeming nearly as tense as he was a few minutes ago.

You board the Chelsea plane and say hello to everyone as you get on before settling in your seats, enjoying the luxury of the private jet.

It’s only a two-hour flight, which gives you just enough time to eat dinner, chat a bit with Reece and Mia, and watch a couple episodes of The Office with Ben on his iPad.

You land in Turin around 9 and get checked into the hotel shortly after 10, at which point you and Ben are both exhausted. You worked the morning shift today before Val took over for the second half, and you know Ben was in training at Cobham earlier to prepare for tomorrow’s game.

When you get your key card and make your way to your room, you’re more than ready to collapse on the bed and get a good night’s rest before tomorrow.

Which is exactly what you’re about to do when you realize the issue - there’s only one bed.

“Shit, I asked her for a double room,” Ben murmurs. “There must have been a mix-up. Let me go see what I can do.”

“Ben, it’s fine,” you sigh, dropping your bag on the floor. “You said the hotel is fully booked, so there’s nothing to be done anyways. I can sleep on the couch.”

There’s a small sofa on the other end of the room, certainly big enough for one person, though it doesn’t look particularly comfortable.

“No, you take the bed,” he insists, already walking over to put his stuff on the couch.

“You have a game tomorrow, I’m not letting you get a crappy sleep on the couch,” you reply. “Look, this is dumb, let’s just share the bed. It’s huge.”

It is a massive bed, and it looks so incredibly comfy and inviting right now that it would be a shame for either of you to have to sleep on the sofa.

Plus, you two have shared a bed many times before.  Mostly when you were kids, but still. There’s really nothing weird about it.

Ben just nods in agreement and you go to prepare for bed in the washroom, changing into a silky pair of PJ shorts but leaving on the Chelsea sweatshirt. After you’ve brushed your teeth and finished a fairly brief version of your usual skincare routine, you finally climb into the bed.

“Ugh, this mattress is like a cloud,” you sigh with pleasure as you shift to feel the silky sheets against your legs. “I love posh hotels.”

“I know you do,” Ben laughs at your zen expression and the way you’re stretching out like a cat.

After he’s followed suit and prepared for bed as well, Ben emerges from the bathroom and joins you on the other side of the bed, the mattress dipping slightly with his weight.

Although you know how tired he is, you can practically hear the gears in Ben’s mind whirring as he stares up at the ceiling. Even in the dim lighting of the lamp on his side of the bed, you can tell what he’s thinking about.

“You okay?” you ask quietly, turning on your side to face him.

Ben hesitates for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, just thinking.”

“About the last time you played Juventus?”

He turns to look at you, surprise flashing on his face for a moment before he lets out a sigh.

“Yeah,” he admits. “How did you know?”

“I know you pretty well, Benji” you remind him, settling further into the warmth of the duvet as you continue to face him. “You wanna talk about it?”

He sighs again, avoiding eye contact with you.

“It’s dumb. Obviously nothing like that is gonna happen again, and it’s been two years now,” he says. “I’m just thinking about that moment, you know?”

You try not to think about that moment as much as possible - the sight of him writhing on the grass, clutching his knee, as fear gripped you and didn’t let go while he was helped off the pitch.

“That’s natural, Ben, it was traumatic for you,” you say softly, reaching out to quickly squeeze his arm. “It will be fine, though. You’re going to be fine.”

Ben nods with a small smile, finally meeting your gaze. His eyes soften as they stare into yours, and he bites his lip as he seems to be pondering something.

“I have a confession to make.”

His words make your heart jump for a moment, though you’re not sure why. You nod in encouragement, waiting to hear what he has to say next.

“It wasn’t exactly Shreya’s idea for you to come with me,” Ben admits quietly. “I mean, she agreed it would be good for PR once I suggested it, but I was the one that wanted you to come.”

“Oh,” you breathe, your heart continuing to beat erratically for some unknown reason. “Why?”

“I just…thought it would be easier with you here,” he confesses. “You make everything easier.”

You clench your jaw as you try to fight back the tears threatening to form in your eyes at his earnest display of emotion. You know that you’re the only person he is this vulnerable with, the only one who gets to see this side of him.

“I’m sorry I lied to you, though, I just didn’t want to seem…weak, I guess,” Ben says with a small yawn.

“You know showing emotion doesn’t make you weak, Ben,” you remind him. “It makes you stronger, actually.”

This was something you drilled into him in the aftermath of his injury, every time he would try to downplay the toll it was taking on him. His other friends and family may have believed him, but you always saw right through it.

“I know,” Ben smiles. “You taught me that. And therapy and a lot of self-reflection, but mostly you.”

Before you can reply, Ben’s eyes fall shut and you can tell he’s asleep just moments later, the day catching up with him.

You typically read or watch YouTube on your phone before bed, but tonight, you find yourself watching him. His peaceful expression and the warmth he radiates even with a good amount of space between you in the bed are oddly comforting.

You drift off into a blissful sleep within minutes.

-

When you wake up the next morning, you’re feeling more content than you have in a long time.

There’s something soft pressed against your cheek, and your entire body feels warm. It almost feels like you’re still in the middle of a good dream that you’re reluctant to wake up from.

It’s only as you begin to gain more consciousness that you realize it’s not a dream - you’re in Italy. With Ben. Who you are completely cuddling with right now.

You’re laying half on top of him, your cheek pressed to his chest and your arm around his waist. Your legs are tangled with his and his arms are loosely wrapped around you, holding you in place.

You must have gravitated closer to each other through the night without realizing it.

It’s a bit strange, as you’re not much of a cuddler and very used to sleeping alone, but you try not to read into it. Or how comfortable and right it feels.

You don’t really want to move, but you want to avoid any potential awkwardness if Ben wakes up and you’re still in this position, so you make an attempt to roll away.

As soon as you try to slip out of his grasp, though, his arms tighten around you and he mumbles something in his sleep that sounds a lot like your name.

Now pressed even closer to him, your nose buried in his neck, you can’t help but lay still for a moment and breathe in his scent - the scent that reminds you of late night drives in his dad’s car and movie nights with him and Oscar and warm hugs after he won a game. It’s the smell of familiarity and comfort.

It’s…Ben.

Something begins to bubble up in your stomach and you quickly pull away from him, moving to your own side of the bed. He groans slightly as he’s woken up by the sharp movement, his eyes fluttering open.

“What time is it?” he mumbles to you, and you glance over at the alarm clock.

“It’s half seven, you can sleep another half hour before training,” you tell him quietly.

“Mm, okay,” Ben murmurs back before closing his eyes again and drifting off.

No longer feeling tired, you slip out of bed to shower and get ready for the day ahead of you.

You’re already dressed and out on the town in search of some good coffee - which shouldn’t be hard in Italy - to give you some energy.

The crisp morning air also helps you shake off the feeling of unease at how much you enjoyed waking up in Ben’s arms.

By the time you return from your walk, Ben has already gone to training. He’s left a few pastries from the hotel breakfast for you, which you devour before texting Mia to make your plans for the game later.

Kick-off is at seven, so you and a bunch of the other WAGs make plans to go for an early dinner. Until then, you spend most of your day watching reality TV in the hotel room and enjoying the relaxing break from reality.

Before dinner, you get dressed in a simple outfit of jeans and a long-sleeve white t-shirt to wear underneath Ben’s kit. You’re not sure if it’s just that you have some time to kill or some other reason, but you find yourself putting more effort into your hair and makeup than usual, making sure it looks perfect before you leave.

The meal is nice - you have a huge bowl of pasta and a couple glasses of wine as you chat with the other girls. You’ve gotten pretty used to talking about Ben as if he’s your boyfriend at this point, fielding questions about your relationship with ease.

“You’re getting good at this,” Mia whispers to you when the others aren’t paying attention, and you feel yourself blushing. “I’m almost starting to believe it myself.”

There’s a nagging feeling in your chest at her words that doesn’t go away until you’re at the stadium and the game begins, giving you something to focus on.

Your heart rate does pick up a bit as you watch Ben play, even though you know there’s no merit to his superstitions about playing against Juventus again.

Thankfully, the game ends with no injuries and Chelsea up 3-0. Ben also plays exceptionally well, overwhelming you with pride as he gives a stellar defensive performance and makes some key tackles, as well as contributing to the offense with an assist.

The boys decide to celebrate the win by going to a club near the hotel. Almost two hours and a few drinks later, you find yourself sitting next to Ben and Conor, talking excitedly about the game today and how well they’ve been playing lately.

“I’ve seen you play more than anyone, and I’m telling you that last game against Newcastle was one of your best performances ever,” you say emphatically.

You’re a bit tipsy and close enough to Ben that your legs are touching, even closer when he rests his arm on the cushion behind you.

“You’re taking the piss,” Ben rolls his eyes with a smile, because deep down, he knows you’re right. He has been at his best lately, and you both know it.

“Let your girl compliment you, mate,” Conor says with a grin. “She’s right.”

“Exactly,” you say, “I’m always right.”

You’re expecting Ben to argue and make a cheeky comment about how you’re not always right with an embarrassing story to back it up, but instead, he just turns his head to look you in the eyes and smiles softly.

“Yeah, you are.”

Your heart is already starting to flutter when Ben reaches to take a sip of his drink and, after setting the glass back down, lets his hand settle on your thigh.

His palm is warm and heavy as it rests there, Ben continuing to talk with Conor as you try to determine whether this display of casual affection is part of the act or something more. You’re not entirely sure what you want the answer to be.

Eventually, Ben retreats to the bar to get you both another drink, leaving you chatting with Conor’s girlfriend Aine.

You don’t know her very well, but you find it easy enough to make small talk. She’s a lovely girl who’s been with Conor for years, and it’s always nice to make a new friend.

Your night is going pretty well, really. The guys won, you’re buzzed, you’re in a beautiful city in a foreign country. You’re enjoying the music and the conversation and spending time with Ben. Soon, you’ll probably both be tired enough to go back to your room and watch a film together.

And maybe you’ll end up sleeping in his arms again. Platonically, of course.

You’re trying not to get too excited at the thought when you suddenly realize Ben has been at the bar for a long time, and you glance over to see why.

Which is when your eyes land upon him engaged in conversation with a beautiful woman. She’s tall, blonde, gorgeous, and nothing like you. She’s exactly the type of girl Ben usually goes for.

You don’t know why, but you hadn’t considered the fact that he might be continuing to hook up with girls since you began your fake relationship. There’s no reason why he wouldn’t, now that you think about it, and the whole point of this thing is to get the press off his back without having to actually settle down.

You’ve seen him flirt with countless girls before and never experienced more than mild amusement, but that is definitely not how you feel right now.

You feel…shit.

You’re jealous.

“You alright, Y/N?” Aine asks you gently, reaching out to touch your hand. “You’ve just gone a bit pale.”

“Um, yeah, thanks,” you say quickly, forcing a smile. “It’s just a bit hot in here, I think.”

It’s definitely not, and Aine obviously knows that, but you don’t know each other well enough for her to press you further, thankfully.

Ben walks over a few minutes later and asks to speak with you privately, and you follow him to a quieter part of the club.

“So, that girl over there asked me to go back to her place, and I think I’m gonna go.”

You try to regulate the way your face falls at this information, but you’re obviously unsuccessful, as Ben immediately furrows his eyebrows.

“Oh, don’t worry, she’s not gonna leak anything,” Ben says quickly. “She doesn’t have any idea who I am, I didn’t even tell her my last name. It’s just a one-night thing.”

Right. Because him jeopardizing the fake relationship he asked you to take part in for his sake would be the logical thing for you to be upset about.

“Okay,” is all you can manage to say.

“Alright,” Ben smiles, squeezing your shoulder. “You’ll be alright getting back by yourself? I can ask Reece to-“

“It’s across the street, Ben, I’ll be fine,” you blurt out, coming off a bit harsher than you meant. When he frowns, you just sigh and plaster on a fake smile. “Sorry, just tired. I’ll probably head to bed soon.”

“You must be glad you don’t have to share with me again,” Ben jokes, not knowing how far from the truth that is.

“Yeah.”

“Thanks again for coming, Y/N,” he says sincerely. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

Ben leaves you with a peck to your forehead and an ache in your chest that doesn’t go away for the rest of the night.

Especially not when you close your eyes in a bed that suddenly feels too empty and too cold, and all you can picture is Ben’s arms wrapped around another girl.

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[leilani-lily]

~Oh Deer~ (Chapter 10)

The giant chapter won by a landslide 𓁹‿𓁹

9k later. Absolutely wild to me, but here we are (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)

I guess it's fitting as we just hit chapter 10!! Double digits lets gooooo~! ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻)

And this also concludes the "Black Market" storyline, so that feels like a good enough reason for this chapter to be super DUPER long >ᴗ<

Also huge thank you to everyone who's been leaving such lovely comments for me ;;w;; I read every single one and try to respond every time (I'm actually behind on a few so if you're waiting I apologize! I'll address them tonight!!) But keep 'em coming if you can! I adore getting anything, even if it's just a single emoji or one word ꨄ

Alright, enough chatter. Let's get into the nitty gritty >ω>

SYNOPSIS: AroAce! Alastor x Chef!Singer! Reader. You are fully pampered by your deer friend after a harrowing adventure... Word Count: 9k

Chapter under the cut! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The first thing your murky mind picked up on was soft clattering.

Eyelids as heavy as led, you had a hard time opening your eyes; so you opted to keep them shut as you could feel your mind slowly coming back to consciousness. 

The next thing you picked up was a mix of smells. There was something in the air that had a chemical like scent, strong and potent that made your nose wrinkle. But there was something else behind the strong synthetic smell. Something like rain, earth, and nature; crisp and clean and oh so soothing.

The final thing you noticed was feeling as if you were laying on a cloud. Your fingers twitched back to life, and the silky satin that practically slipped through your touch had caught you off guard. And whatever pillow your head was resting on was plump and soft, cradling your skull so tenderly. 

You laid there in pure bliss for a moment, you mind still groggy from such a deep sleep and just happy to be somewhere that felt so comfy. But as you felt your head sink even further into the bed, a thought crossed your mind.

You didn’t own silk sheets.

Eyes still closed, your brows furrowed.

Your room didn’t smell like this.

You slowly force your eyes open, the world around you still a blur as your eyes adjust. As your body shuffled under the buttery sheets, another scent rose from the pillows and entered your senses. It was something you were so familiar with, and yet, in that moment you couldn’t pin it down. The smell of bourbon, coffee and cedarwood. It took a moment for your dull mind to connect the dots, but eventually you could feel your eyes widen when it finally hit you.

“Comfortable, my dear~?”

And speak of the devil.

You scramble to sit up, but your body immediately screamed in protest, chest aching and limbs sore. You audibly gasped in agony, not understanding why your body was in such excruciating pain. Your head began to swim, and you could feel your upper body swaying precariously. Before your torso even had the chance to fall back, you heard the shuffle of static as clawed hands reached out and caught you, one around your back and one cradling your head. Too absorbed in the pain, you didn’t even notice the long tendrils of shadows behind you, stacking and fluffing up the pillows against the headboard. 

“Careful, little songbird,” Alastor softly scolded. A deep chuckle accompanied his next line, “It’s not quite time for you to leave the nest~”

You let out a pathetic whimper of despair as you felt yourself being slowly lowered, but this time your upper body felt more elevated on the bed below you, allowing you to have a better view of your surroundings. Finally adjusted back to the mattress, Alastors arms slipped out from underneath you, and for a brief moment, as his warmth slipped away, you wished that he hadn’t. 

God, why was your body aching like this? Why was your head pounding against your skull? Even more so, what was this burning sensation you felt all over your chest? You run a weary hand over your face and flinch back as your fingers traced over your cheek, hissing at the tenderness. 

And then it all came flooding back.

A large paw backhanding you, being pinned down and gasping for air, dragged against the harsh pavement and tearing your skin open.

And worst of all. That horrifying image of silver claws slashing your chest.

Your mind reeled with the rush of memories and everything that had happened, like some harrowing nightmare you had just woken up to. But you knew it was all real, you could feel it with every bruise, scrape, and sore muscle. You look down to your hands and shudder upon seeing them still stained red with blood. Most likely a mix of your own and that Dobermans.

Fuzzy memories flashed before your eyes; the sound of his screams, the glimmer of your hair pin, the adrenaline pumping through your heart. You honestly didn’t remember much after seeing the skinny HellHound step out from the shadows with his gun. But you knew in your heart what had happened; what you had done. Something so horrific, you had vowed never to do it again.

But they were going to kill you, amongst other things to you… And they were going to kill Alastor. 

You couldn’t live with yourself if you had let him get hurt.

You attempted to take a grounding breath of air, this flood of horrible memories making you lightheaded, but winced as your lungs attempted to expand. Your chest felt tight and heavy, like you were being constricted. You feared to look down; look at the mess that was left behind after the battle. But you had to know what you were dealing with. So with some hesitation, you finally lift the silk sheet and peek down at your body. 

The first thing you noticed was three long gashes stretched across your torso from the bottom of your stomach to the top of your collarbone. But to your relief, they seemed to be already sewn shut, little stitches of what appeared to be neon green thread closing your deep wounds, the blood already cleaned off of sanitized skin. 

But the second thing…

Your eyes widened to dinner plates upon realizing you were practically naked in Alastor’s bed, save for your underwear… Which wasn’t the same pair you were wearing earlier. 

A choked cough escaped your lungs, suddenly scrambling to pull the sheets tight around your bare body and your cheeks burning red. Alastor, who had been shuffling around in the first aid kit beside him, didn’t move a muscle, but his eyes lazily drifted back up to you. You looked back at him, mortified, and to this Alastor simply cocked an eyebrow. You tried to take a deep, calming breath.

“Alastor…” you warned, “Where the fuck are my clothes?”

The deer demon sitting by his bed blinked for a moment, his eyes eventually going back to his previous task. Though his eyebrows furrowed as he replied with a tight smile. 

“Hm. Not even a thank you for the craftsmanship I did? Those stitches are some of my best work…”

“ALASTOR.”

“Oh please, y/n, do be rational.” Alastor huffed, cocking an eyebrow at you. “All of your garments were in ruin; they had to be disposed of. Besides,” he gestured his hand to your torso, “I needed access to stitch your wounds to prevent further blood loss. Would you have preferred that I let you bleed out?”

You both stared at each other for a good minute before it all became too much. You groaned in embarrassment, bringing the sheets up to cover your face and secretly wanting the bed to swallow you whole. You knew deep down he was right; as always. And you truly were grateful for his care. But still… You imagined him working over you, your chest bare and exposed as his hands brushed up against your skin, fingers dangerously close and skillfully sewing.

Your heart jumped into your throat as you once again whined in defeat, fully bringing the blanket over your head and vowing never to leave your fortress. You heard a mix of a sigh and a chuckle from beyond the sheets, static shuffling in the background. 

“Such dramatics. Makes me think you’ve been taking lessons from our Arachnid fellow~”

A clawed hand grasped the top of the blanket, and after meeting some resistance from you, pulled it down so only your head was visible again, your hair now slightly disheveled. Alastor's expression had softened from annoyed to calm as he shook his head at you.

“I can assure you,” he mused, “that you should not worry over such things. I do not perceive people in such a way. The body is simply a machine of flesh and bone to fulfill the duties of the mind, nothing more.” He placed a hand on your cloth-covered knee, making you peek up at him tentatively, “You can trust me on that my dear.”

You could tell how sincere he was about this, his eyes never left yours as he spoke. And of course, you knew he would never put himself in this kind of situationship unless it was absolutely necessary. He was too much of a true gentleman. You could feel your heartbeat start to calm after his reassurance, and you give a little embarrassed nod to acknowledge him. 

Nevertheless, you still felt a bit too exposed sitting here in just your panties, and only a thin sheet of silk to cover you. 

“... I want a shirt at least.” you mumbled, looking down to avoid his gaze. Alastor straightened up in his chair and blinked.

“I don’t see the point my dear…” he said blankly, eye twitching. “I’ve already seen everything. Besides, you are already covered enough to-!”

“I know, I know,” you sighed, trying to hold back your own irritation. “I would just feel better if I had an extra layer. Please.”

The Overlord glared at you a moment longer before sighing and rising to his feet. He promptly began to unbutton his jacket, making your face fall open like a deer in the headlights. Before you could accuse him of anything, he rolled the blazer off his shoulders and flung it at your head. His smell laced in his jacket immediately overtook your senses, and you had to hold back the urge to bury your face in it. You didn’t dare to pull it down past your cheeks; you didn’t want him seeing just how red you were underneath.

Alastor stood before you in a red vest adorning the similar pinstripes that were on his jacket, his vest hugging his frame perfectly as if tailored just for his torso. The demon’s smile was tight and sharp, clearly annoyed as his ears flattened against his head and he straightened his undershirt. The long sleeved blouse was a crisp white, flaring out ever so slightly near his elbows and wrists. You were so grateful to be hiding behind his jacket at this very moment. You had never seen Alastor without his blazer on, so this was all very new to you. Soon enough his head turned back to you, and you immediately averted your gaze back to his face; heaven forbid he caught you gawking. 

He placed his hands on his hips, looking at you expectantly with a cocked eyebrow and smile tense. You could feel yourself begin to sweat under his deep gaze and eventually dropped your own.

“T-turn around…” you mumble, you grip on his jacket tightening. You heard the sound of a microphone screeching. 

“Of all the-” Alastor sighed heavily, his tone clearly beyond annoyed, “I’ve already seen-!”

“GOD DAMNIT ALASTOR JUST DO IT!!”

You didn’t even realize what you had done until you heard a soft ‘fwump’ sound from across the room. Alastors static waves immediately hushed, and you instantly knew you had fucked up. You lowered your outstretched arm and immediately hid under his blanket and jacket, not even daring to look up. 

Cause you knew, if you did, you’d find one of his pillows that you threw at him had comically flattened over Alastor’s face, eventually flopping to the ground with a final ‘womph’.

You couldn’t tell what was happening outside of your little fortress; the silence was practically deafening. But eventually, you saw the lights flicker as radio waves shuffled through the air sharply. You could feel the hair on the back of your neck stand up at the sudden increase of electricity buzzing through the air. The bed was practically vibrating. But after a period of time, the lights stopped flickering, and the radio buzzing became dull and back to its usual tone. Still too chickenshit to emerge, you heard him stomp around the bed with some soft clattering. 

“I am going to get some hot water to clean your wounds,” you heard him growl, “Do not, by any means, put my jacket on fully. I still need access to your arms.” You heard more shuffling, and soon his footsteps pound away and towards the bathroom door. 

“Simply drape it over your body, since heaven forbid I catch another glimpse at your naked form.” his last sentence was dripping with sarcasm. 

And even though you were beyond embarrassed, you couldn’t help the nervous snort escape your lips at his tone. He was so done with your bullshit, and honestly, you couldn’t blame him. You knew you were being ridiculous at this point given there really was no point in covering up. And the fact that you had whacked the Radio Demon with a pillow…

You buried your head deeper in Alastor’s jacket, muffling your soft awkward giggles as the sheets you were under jiggled along with your shoulders. There was a pause before you heard an irritated sigh, heeled boots retreating into the bathroom and the sound of water running moments later.

You continued to tee-hee under the sheets, eventually catching your breath and emerging from your cocoon, still clutching the blazer close. You quickly glanced back towards the bathroom, and realizing you still had a couple seconds, brought the clothing up to your nose and inhaled deeply. 

It was just like his pillow, but much stronger, and even had a sweaty, musky smell to it. You realized you probably looked like an absolute freak at this moment; who the Hell goes around smelling their friend’s clothes?? But this scent had become such a comfort, you were reminded of happier times. Like the moments when he’d lean in to whisper gossip into your ear during hotel meetings, when he purposely got too close in your bubble to annoy you and crack a terrible joke, or when he danced with you that one day. You were always at your happiest when you were with him.

You sighed contently as you draped the jacket over your torso, thankfully it being long enough to cover you right down to your mid thighs. You pulled the silk sheet back up over you just in time to hear a soft knock on the doorframe of the bathroom.

“Am I allowed back into my own room?” Alastor called out dryly. You chuckled a moment before confirming, and soon Alastor emerged, face still cross, no doubt still fuming over the previous incident. He carried a large bowl filled with bubbly, steaming water in both hands and had a small towel draped over his shoulder. He came to the bedside and placed the bowl down on the nightstand before turning back around to the first aid kit. And you couldn’t help the soft gasp that escaped your throat once his backside was to you. 

No. Fucking. Way. 

Immediately, Alastor’s ears flattened on his head, turning only his head so you could see the profile of his face as he glared at you. 

“ ₩ Ⱨ ₳ ₮ ” 

You snap out of your gaze and lock eyes with him, brain quickly trying to come up with an excuse. 

“Nothing! Nothing, I just…” With a quick smile, you go to grab your shoulder and rotate it around a bit. “I moved funny and felt a pang in my joint. That’s all.”

You continue to try and dazzle him with your smile, to which he glowered at you before turning his attention back to the first aid kit. You felt your muscles relax, relieved he had bought your little white lie. Because you knew if you had spoken the truth, you’d never get to see it again.

See the adorable, soft, fluffy, black and red tail poking out from his tailbone.

You focus back on it and basically have to bite your tongue to stop from squealing. It didn’t even occur to you that he might even have one, but of course it made sense that he did. He was a deer demon after all, many animalistic demons here had just the like. But of course when he wore his jacket it was covered up. You were fairly certain it was designed as such so it helped him keep up appearances. It's hard to be terrified of an Overlord with a cute, little fuzzy tail. 

God. How badly you wanted to touch it; similar to his ears looking so downey and full. But of course, you snapped out of your daydream once Alastor turned back to you, a box of bandaids in hand and his tail disappearing behind his back. You had to hold back your pout, but you were at least grateful you even got the chance to see it. You had the feeling not many did. 

“Now, my dear,” Alastor spoke up, taking the towel from his shoulder and soaking it in the hot water, “Since your main injury has finally been tended to, I’d like to continue my medical procedure before I was so rudely interrupted.” His eyes narrowed into angry slits at you, and you knew he was referring to what happened earlier. You desperately tried to bite back your smile, but couldn’t help your shaking shoulders as you nodded your head.

“Yes.” you softly giggle, “Yes of course. Thank you Alastor.” 

The Radio Demon’s nose wrinkled up in disgust at you before he gave a final sigh, turning back to the bowl and wringing out the excess water in the towel. 

“Honestly… All of this nonsense…” he huffed, genuinely looking confused and slightly irritated, “I don’t understand all the fuss over this type of matter…” Alastor held his hand out to you expectantly, and it took you a moment to realize before you reached out. He carefully held your wrist in one hand, his other holding the warm towel and rubbing your arm. Whatever bloodstains that had soaked into your skin were slowly coming off, and that was more of a relief than you had imagined.

“Even Miss Morningstar had a similar reaction to yours when I first began undressing you.” Alastor continued, carefully turning your arm over and wiping away more blood, “Wild little firecracker, that girl. Nearly singed my jacket and everything…” His eyes tapered into angry slits, yet his words made you perk up.

“Charlie? … Oh God, she knows?” 

“Hmmm. Unfortunately.” Alastor sighed, his grin tight. He dipped the now bloodied cloth into the bowl and squeezed before returning to your arm, “And after her banshee screeches of terror, it wasn’t long before everyone else found out and came rushing over.” His eyelid began to twitch in annoyance, but you felt your skin prickle. Everyone… came rushing over? For you?

“Alastor… what exactly happened while I was unconscious?”

The deer demon rolled his eyes, making you think the event was troubling for him. He turned your wrist over in his hand, giving your forearm an inspection. 

“Must we really talk about such matters?” he grumbled, eyes narrowing angrily at your wrists as  bruises were slowly revealed underneath the blood, “It’s all in the past, and I’d much rather focus on tending to you.”

He had said it so matter of factly, it made your cheeks warm for a moment. Still, a part of you wanted to fill in the gaps as to what happened. And more selfishly, you wanted to hear what the others' reactions were.

“Please Al,” you urged, “I need to know.”

He took a moment to look up and lock eyes with you, eyes flickering over your pitiful face. Finally, he huffed out a sigh, his shoulders dropping in defeat before lifting your hand back up to his face, carefully taking each individual finger and rubbing it between the towel to get into the nooks and crannies of your digits. 

“When you passed out, I immediately transported us to my room,” he began, eyes never leaving his work, “I knew I needed to work quickly to tend to the gashes on your chest; the blood loss was becoming dangerously fatal. So, I laid you on the bed and did what any medical professional would have done: began to undress you.” 

You knew he was literally just trying to save your life, but still, you felt your face grow hot at the thought of Alastor taking your dress off. The deer demon continued.

“Unfortunately, I was in the most precarious position when Miss Morningstar decided to waltz in.” Alastor’s eyelid twitched angrily as he set the towel back in the bowl, reaching now for a bottle of ointment and squeezing some cream into his hand. 

“I was in the midst of reaching behind to take off your…” his eyes flicked away awkwardly, “brassiere, when our little Princess of Hell came in unbenounced. She later claimed she wanted to ask me a question; as to why she didn’t think to knock, I will never know…” Alastor sighed through his nose before gently taking your arm and dabbing the ointment on your various cuts and bruises scattered on your hand and arm.

“Of course,” he scowled, “looking back I can understand where her fury came from. Seeing the infamous Radio Demon lurched over your unconscious, barely dressed form; both of us soaked in blood… I’m sure it was quite a sight.” Surprisingly, he let out a chuckle as you just watched him horrified.

“Ironically, all Hell broke loose.” he sighed, explaining the next portion as if he was bored, “She screamed at me, I tried to explain, she shot fire at me, I dodged. At some point I finally managed to get through to her amidst the blaze and explain the situation. Once she had calmed down, she immediately dropped her fury and rushed to your side, shedding tears over your injuries and blabbering her apologies to me.” Alastor rolled his eyes, but you couldn’t help but feel a pang in your chest at the thought of Charlie crying for you. It made your own eyes start to get a little misty.

“It wasn’t long before everyone else began pounding at the door, having heard the ruckus and coming to aid their precious Princess… No one coming to my aid mind you.” he grunted, “Charlie, wanting to save face, threw the sheets over you for cover before the riled crew bust down the door. And honestly my dear, you know how much I love dramatics, but this…” he gave you a deadpan look for a moment before rolling his eyes, making a giggle escape your lips. His smile widened as he finished rubbing the last bits of cream into your skin before reaching for the box of bandaids.

“I had never seen this camaraderie of sinners so riled up before,” he confided, taking a bandaid out of the box and unwrapping it with his sharp claws, “The moment they saw you in bed, then looked at me covered in blood, I was sure they all wanted me dead.” he paused a second before adding, “Well, other than Nifty. I’m sure she just wanted to clean my soiled clothes when she tried to jump me.” The imagery of Nifty attempting to tackle Alastor made you smile.

“Thankfully,” the Overlord breathed, gently sticking the bandaid over one of your larger cuts, “Miss Morningstar stepped in and explained everything before anyone could lay a finger on me. Which is probably for the best…” His smile got dangerous, a mischievous glint in his eye, “Because if I had my way, they wouldn’t have any fingers left at all.”

You gasped and shot Alastor a dirty glare, making him shift his eyes over to you. He gave a quick shrug of his shoulders before reaching for the bandaids again.

“And then, of course, the waterworks began.” Alastor said wearily, as if the thought of emotions exhausted him, “The Snake was nearly beside himself, blubbering almost as hard as Charlie was. Vaggie sat beside you on the bed like a worried mother hen. Even our little Sourpuss seemed upset over it all. And of course, our dear Nifty tried licking up the blood on your face in an attempt to clean it.” Alastor looked off in the distance fondly at the memory, meanwhile your nose wrinkled in surprise and slight disgust. 

“Our little arachnid friend was especially distraught,” Alastor continued, his face slowly hardening, “He immediately ran to your side and held your hand. He kept going back and forth between comforting you, then scolding me for allowing such things to happen…” you couldn’t help but notice Alastor’s eyebrows furrowing at his last statement, his grin extra tight on his face. Was he feeling… guilty? You were just about to address it until Alastor kept talking, his expression once again soft and rather bored looking.

“Given that you still needed stitches, I managed to convince everyone to leave so I could have space to work.” He stuck another bandaid on one of your cuts, “Charlie was quick to action, ordering everyone around to grab whatever materials I needed. First aid, ice, towels, fresh clothes, and so on. I allowed the girls access to the room so they could help you change into fresh underwear while I prepared my medical supplies.” Alastor took your arm once more and meticulously inspected it, turning it over in his hands to ensure every inch was clean and addressed. 

“Then finally, I was able to dismiss everyone from my quarters. I’m sure they’re all nervously pacing in the lobby as we speak.” he shook his head before gently setting your arm on the bed and ending the story. The Radio Demon took a moment to stretch before standing up once more, taking the bowl and bandaids and moving to the other side of the bed.

You sat there dumbfounded, taking in all the information and feeling yourself getting emotional. They were so quick to protect you, so quick to mourn what you had been through, so quick to take care and provide for you...

Alastor rounded the mattress and set the soapy water down on the bedside table, not expecting to turn back to you with big, watery droplets dripping down your face. He couldn’t help the tiny curl of his lips. Startled by your reaction? Yes. 

Surprised? 

No. Not at all. 

He hummed to himself, taking the washcloth out from the bowl and giving it a quick squeeze before lifting your other arm.

“You have quite the village behind you my dear,” he mused, carefully wiping your forearm. You blinked back your tears and turned to him, taking a moment to watch him scrub you clean. He was entirely focused on you, brows slightly furrowed as he removed the blood, eyes flicking over your skin and taking note of every scratch and bruise that was revealed. He was so serious about it all, taking his time to ensure you were taken care of and personally tending to every wound he could find. Your heart swelled deep within your chest, and before you think, you twist your wrist around in his grasp and lock fingers with his. Alastor’s eyes widened in shock, head wiping up to look at you.

“I really do,” you breathed, eyes still misty but grin beaming, “And I'm so grateful for all of them.” You give his hand a squeeze, leaning in closer and never breaking eye contact. 

“Especially for you. I am so so grateful for you, Alastor. Thank you.” 

The deer demon looked up at you, his whole face wide and smile threatening to waver. There was a gentle pause as you both watched each other, your hand gently grasping his and tenderly rubbing your thumb over his knuckle. Eventually, Alastor blinked back his shock, face furrowing as he unlaced your fingers with his and took your wrist in his hand.

“There’s nothing to thank, my dear.” he mumbled, continuing to rub your arm with the soapy water, “Just doing what any gentleman should.”

Your grin widened by his sudden shift, not at all put off by his dismissive response. He didn’t handle genuine affection well, and that was ok. It just made you more determined than ever to be that person for him; to slowly chip away at those walls he had built up around his heart. Alastor placed the cloth back into the bowl, once again reaching for the ointment now that your arm was perfectly clean. He was being so attentive; you couldn’t help it. You had to say it.

“Your mother would be so proud.”

Alastor paused only briefly as he was squeezing the ointment onto his fingers. But he was quick to recover, snapping the lid shut and carefully pulling your arm closer to dab the cream onto your wounds. He said nothing in return, remaining quiet and looking down as he rubbed the balm into your skin.

But you did notice his ear flicker. 

And that was all the confirmation you needed. 

Alastor continued his tending, the room falling into a peaceful silence as his static hummed softly in the background. He finished your other arm, slicking bandages when needed and returning to the bathroom to refresh the water bowl. You took a moment to admire his work on your arms and couldn’t help the smile creep up your face. The thought of Alastor taking care of you… It was honestly something that seemed so sweet and intimate, and certainly not anything the Radio Demon himself would do. An Overlord nursing a lowly sinner? Unthinkable. Yet here you were, wrapped up in his silk sheets and being doted on as if you were a queen. 

You heard soft jazz beginning to play in the bathroom, and soon Alastor emerged with a bowl of fresh, sudsy water. He rounds the mattress and positions himself at the end of the bed, causing you to raise an eyebrow at his new location. It wasn’t until the deer demon started lifting the blankets by your feet that you subconsciously flinched back. Of course, Alastor noticed, his eyes locking with yours immediately.

“I noticed earlier you had quite a few scrapes on your legs,” he explained, his voice surprisingly calm, “It would be wise to let me examine them.”

You exhaled the breath you didn’t realize you were holding, feeling your shoulders begin to relax. You give a quick nod, and Alastor lifts the sheets up, uncovering your legs right up until the base of your hips, tucking the sheets in a way so your lap and torso was still fully covered. Alastor took in the state of your lower limbs, and his brows furrowed angrily at the sight. Similar to your arms, they were in such an abused state… It made his blood boil to see you like this. 

He immediately sat down and took one of your legs in his, resting your foot on his thigh as he began to clean up the dirt and dried blood. You had to hold in a gasp at the feeling of his fingers brushing over your calf and thigh. You weren't accustomed to the idea of someone touching your leg in such a way, especially the Radio Demon of all people. As nice as the warm towel was, you still felt a smidge uncomfortable by this circumstance. Of course, nothing got past Alastor.

“Relax my dear,” he mused, not breaking concentration from his work, “Your muscles are far too tense right now.” He stopped for a moment, eyes dazing out in front of him as if a thought came to mind. In an instant, he returned the cloth back to the bowl and snapped his fingers, a bottle of lotion popping into his hand. He was quick to apply it to his hands, and what he did next almost floored you.

Long fingers gently began to knead over your calf, pinching and pressing in such a lovely way your heart almost leapt out of your throat. He ran his hands and fingers gently up and down your leg, being wary around any open sores or bruises, but massaging your muscles deeply. Whatever tension you had immediately melted away, his claws surprisingly delicate as he rubbed the tissue. Your head immediately flopped back down on your pillow, eyes closed in bliss as a deep, staticy chuckle rang out by your feet. After working your leg, he moved down to your foot and began massaging your arch and sole. You audibly let out a sigh of relief, it felt so damn good.

“Alastor,” you breathed dreamily, “Where the Hell did you learn to do this and who do I owe my first born to?” Another chortle came from the foot of the bed.

“Entirely self taught darling~” you heard him muse, “My dear mother was always on her feet, working long hours and coming home simply exhausted. As a boy I’d often try and help alleviate the pain whenever I could, so nightly massages became routine. It wasn’t much, but it put my mother in better spirits, so that was what mattered to me.”

You felt your heart practically melt, you were so touched by his words. She really was everything to him; what an amazing relationship to have. You try to imagine Alastor as a little boy, dancing with his mother, helping her around the house, tending to her when she was weary. Truly a momma’s boy right to the end. 

“Your mom sounds absolutely incredible.” you smile, voice soft and gentle. “I wish I could’ve met her…”

Alastor didn’t respond right away, continuing to rub away at your foot as jazz played softly in the background. You assumed the conversation had ended and you were content with letting your mind drift. But at the last minute, you heard a thoughtful hum come from the end of the bed.

“As do I mon passereau… As do I.”

He treated your legs in a similar fashion to your arms; wiping them clean of dirt and blood, applying ointment to help sooth your open wounds, and applying bandages wherever there were particularly large cuts and scrapes. You let out a happy sigh when he started to massage the other leg as well, earning another amused snicker from your friend. The jazz hummed softly in the background as Alastor worked away, being attentive as always and focusing on his tasks while you relaxed blissfully. You were more than happy to let your body sink into the bed, never feeling so cherished in your entire life. The minutes trickled by, your mind getting sleepy after such a relaxing pampering. The only thing that would make this perfect is if you had a warm beverage to sip on.

………….

“Oh my God ALASTOR!” You practically leapt up from the bed, nearly kicking the poor man right on the chin as your feet flew up. The radio came to a screeching halt as Alastor jumped back to avoid getting socked in the jaw. He whipped his head up to you, his eyes glowing red as he snarled at you. But you ignored him, your eyes looking around the room frantically.

“My bag!” you whine, “Did you happen to grab my bag before we left??” 

You couldn’t believe you had almost forgotten. That damn siphon was the whole fucking reason all of this had happened! That and your stupidity for leaving Alastor’s side, but you were going to scold yourself for that later. For now, you needed to know it was ok and totally not lost somewhere in the streets of the city. 

Alastor’s lip twitched, shooting you a most hateful glare. He took a deep, calming breath through his nose before exhaling slowly. Face now softer, other than his furrowed brows and lidded eyes, he stood up and walked away without another word. You watched him nervously as he walked to the nightstand, but felt your heart bloom when he pulled your bag out from the blindspot beside the table. 

“I simply do not understand why you were so desperate for me to grab this for you,” he sneered, tossing the plastic bag onto the bed, “There were much more pressing matters at stake, surely whatever you purchased couldn’t have been that important.”

You ignored his angry tone, grabbing the bag with relief, “I can’t believe you understood what I said in the alley!” you laughed, taking the box out of the bag and beginning to open it. Your heart was racing with joy, but a part of you was filled with dread. You had dropped it before you were attacked, and now you were praying it didn’t get damaged in the fall. The thought of going through all that for a gift that was broken before you had a chance to give it to him? That would be tragic.  

You felt an unusual electric buzz shift in the air as you picked away at the lid of the package. 

“Pardon my confusion,” Alastor spoke, his eyes flickering over the box in your hands, “but I was under the impression you left to shop for new clothes...” His eyes snapped up to you, lifting his hand to point a claw at the box, “This does not look like clothing to me.”

Oops.

You look up briefly and give him a sheepish smile, before focusing back on your task, fingers finally opening the box. “Ah. Right, well…” you could feel yourself start to sweat, “I may or may not have… told the whole truth about-!”

“So you lied to me.” Alastor was fully glaring at you, the radio shuffling and fizzing dangerously.  His smile was taut and eyes cold, eyelid twitching; but you couldn’t see him, too busy focused on digging around the bubble wrap.

“I mean,” you mumbled embarrassingly, “Technically I did, yes, but-!”

“But. What. Y/n.” Alastor growled, his fingers scrunching into tight fists, eyes flashing crimson red, “First you attempt to go off on your own when I explicitly told you not to, and now I come to discover the reason you left was under false terms?”

Still unaware of Alastor’s current state, you manage to uncover the siphon just enough to peek at it. After gently shuffling it around with your finger, you felt your shoulders relax as a relieved smile broke out on your face.

“Oh thank God,” you breathe, more to yourself than to Alastor, “It didn’t break… I was-!”

Alastor’s hands slammed on the bed on either side of you, making you jump up at the sound. Too focused on the gift in your lap, you didn’t realize he had crawled up on the bed with you,  leaning over your body and kneeling over your legs. You shrinked back in fear as the lights flickered, his static buzzing and the room growing cold. His horns were fully extended, but his head was bent forward, his hair covering his expression. 

“You had almost died y/n.” his voice was uncomfortably calm, but you could tell his tone was deeper, darker and sharper than usual. His head slowly rose so you could just see his glowing eyes peek out from his bangs. His eyes were a raging scarlet with sharp, black dial pupils. His fingers curled up into tight fists, clutching the sheets beneath him. 

“Do you not fully understand that?” he continued, eyes narrowing into furious slits, “If it weren’t for me you’d still be bleeding out in that fucking alley way.” his eyes were practically burning you, his stare was so intense, so enraged; you were shivering under his hateful gaze. You would almost prefer it if he yelled at you, screamed and kicked and went on a rampage. But the chiling, silent fury he had… it scared you more. You had to look away, it was too much. But that didn’t stop Alastor. 

“I thought you to be smarter than this.” he seethed, lifting his head up more and showing his sharp, tight smile, yellowed teeth almost as bright as his eyes in this darkened room. His eyes snapped to the box in your lap and immediately he reached down and took it out of your shaking hands. He inspected it for a moment, the anger emanating from him soon growing as he looked back up to you. He then waggled it in front of you tauntingly, his tone growing more aggressive and frenzied. 

“Was this really worth risking your life for?” he sneered, his head tilting so much it caused his neck to snap as he leaned in closer, “Do you not realize how much your life is worth to these fools in this damn hotel? How much it means to-!” 

He immediately stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes widening for a moment. The air was heavy for a solid second before his face scrunched up in fury and his pupils focusing down at the package in his grasp. 

“Well then, dearest,” he spat the last word out, the pet name sounding more like an insult than anything. In an instant he sat up, kneeling over your legs and claws pulling the bubble wrapped object out of the box. His eyes flicked back up to you, to which you still looked away, before peeling the wrapping off of the mysterious item.

“Let’s take a look at what possessed you to risk life and limb, shall we~?”

Stripping the foreign object of its confines, the Radio Demon felt his face widen once the item was revealed. Almost instantly, the radio buzzing silenced, the lights flicked back to normal, and the room became deathly silent. The air was still as Alastor looked down at the siphon, something that brought a wave of memories along with it just at the mere sight. Could it really be…? A hesitant claw slowly reached down and thumbed the smooth glass, eyes dumbly blinking back to normal and his horns slowly shrank. 

There was a heavy pause as Alastor processed the sudden turn of events. But eventually, he managed to slowly lift his head back up to you.

And the sight before him made his stomach churn. 

Big salty tears streamed down your face, your hands scrunched in balls around his jacket that you held up tight to your face. Your eyes were downcast and not daring to look up at him. 

You felt so stupid for crying, but you couldn’t help it. He had never been this angry towards you. Sure you had pissed him off before, but those were under different, more sillier circumstances. He had actually hurt your feelings this time, and what made it worse was that you knew he was right. You knew your actions had not only caused you harm, but had hurt everyone, even Alastor given his reactions. His facial expressions throughout the whole treatment was enough proof, along with the tender aftercare. And the rage that flowed from him just now; clearly the thought of you dying had affected him more than he intended to let on. For fuck sakes, Alastor almost died because of your stupid mistake. You felt your shoulders start to shake. 

“I-I know you were still trying to b-brew the perfect cup,” you start to hiccup under your breath, your voice coming out in shaky warbles, “I-I just wanted to h-help… I d-didn’t mean t-to…” 

You started fully sobbing, burning your face in Alastor’s jacket and unable to stop your tears. 

Alastor didn’t dare to breathe, thinking if he did it might make you blow away into dust with how fragile you were. Usually seeing someone looking so pitiful brought him such delight. But this… This felt wrong. Not from you. Not his little songbird. He had never seen you so upset before, and it was unsettling. You were nothing but a joy around the hotel and its staff, and as much as he hated to admit it, a joy to him. Like a moth to a flame, you were that beacon that brought together wayward souls and made them feel better. And he had snuffed that. 

Your pain was his fault, and for the first time in nearly a decade, he didn’t wish it to be so.

“Don’t cry my dear,” he spoke softly, unsure what to say or do with his hands, “I see now that I was… wrong in my accusations.” He swallowed dryly, his mouth feeling like sandpaper. How does someone attempt to comfort a person in distress? He couldn’t remember the last time he was in such a position, not since he descended at the very least…

“But you’re not wrong.” You sob, voice becoming more frantic, “It w-was stupid for me to go off on my own; if you weren’t th-there I would have died!” your misty eyes widened in horror as the previous events came spiraling back into your mind. “God, I almost died… And you… You almost d-died because of me.” A new wave of tears came flooding through, guilt clawing through your chest and making you hyperventilate. Alastor stiffened at your down spiral, eyes flicking over you nervously. 

“Y/n, it’s alright.” He gently put the siphon down on the bed, raising his hands in a defensive state as if attempting to tame a wild animal. “True, things got… disorderly back there, but we’re no longer in any danger.” A thought popped into his mind and his face brightened slightly, “Also, keep in mind that you also saved my life earlier today. You were practically on death’s door and yet you still risked everything to come to my aid. Such an honorable deed can’t go unnoticed.” He gave you a calming smile, surely convinced that his words would help make you feel better. But your breathing simply became more erratic, too absorbed in your own thoughts to comprehend his.

“B-but all of this was my fault! What I did, the t-trouble I caused… You should hate me after all of this!” You felt like your heart was being crushed after that last sentence, the thought not once occurring to you until this very moment. Would he even want to be your friend anymore after all of this? 

You grasped onto your scalp as your head began to pound, feeling yourself begin to shut down with panic. Your breathing became labored as you shut your eyes tight, your whole body still aching with pain, yet it felt like nothing compared to the dark thoughts swirling in your mind. The reality of everything that had happened was too much. You felt yourself sinking into a dark place, and you were ready to let it consume you…

Until you felt clawed hands gently cup your cheeks, warm and gentle and so familiar. They urged you to lift your head, but you were scared. You didn’t want to look, didn’t dare to meet him in the eye and see his hateful face again. But so tired with tears, you allow your head to be lifted, eyes red and stinging with hurt. Siphon aside on the bed and already forgotten, Alastor’s face leaned in close to yours, watching over your face with sad, furrowed brows and eyes unable to meet yours. 

“Please stop crying,” he whispered, his voice soft and the radio filter barely audible. “I... I can’t stand to see you like this…” His pupils dared to flick up at you as his thumb gently wiped away your tears, desperate to do something, anything, to make you stop. You sat there frozen for a moment, shocked by his actions and sentiment. You had never seen the Radio Demon looking so… vulnerable. It shocked you enough to snap you from your hyperventilating, but in a way, just made your heart break even more. Eventually, his comforting touch made you melt into his hands, tears still pouring down your cheeks.

“I-I’m so sorry Al,” you blubber, your own hands reaching out to hold onto his wrists for support, “It’s all my f-fault… I’m s-so so sorry…” Alastor softly began to hush you, pulling your face closer to his so you were only inches away from each other. A soft, albeit hesitant chuckle escaped from his lips.

“I should’ve known you'd do something so reckless for the sake of a kind gesture,” he mused, but his expression became serious again as his gaze went back to your face, “Reguardless, you shouldn’t apologize for doing something so thoughtful…” He opened his mouth as if he was going to say something else, his eyes flickering away as if hesitant. After a pause, he finally spoke: “If anything, I should be the one apologizing-!”

Immediately you flinched back, aghast by his words. Alastor? Apologizing? You never thought you’d live to see the day. Plus he had nothing to apologize for?! Alastor, still holding your face, recognized your expression and continued before you could interrupt him again.

“Let me finish.” he cocked an eyebrow, his grin threatening to spread in amusement before becoming somber again, “I shouldn’t have yelled at you earlier. And I definitely shouldn’t have let you venture on your own in the market, your injuries are my fault.” his eyes flicked to your hands and you noticed his slight grimace, “I promised you my protection… and I failed you. And for that I am sorry.”

Your lower lip trembled at his words. Alastor wasn’t the type to apologize for his actions (or lack of in certain circumstances). So for him to actually respect you enough to say such things… It was flooring. And completely heartwarming. 

Your breathing had slowly calmed, no longer hyperventilating, but still sniffling in his hands. Alastor softly began to hush you, his electricity buzzing quietly in the background. He wiped your tears away gently with his thumb, making your heart feel like it was going to burst. He was being so kind, so caring…

“... Does this m-mean we’re still friends?” you croak, terrified of his answer. To your relief, Alastor immediately pulled your head closer, pressing his forehead up against yours and running his thumbs tenderly over your soft cheeks and wiping away the new teardrops that formed. A soft chuckle escaped his lips.

“Oh, my darling,” he breathed, “No matter how many times you may get on my nerves, it’s going to take a lot more than that to get rid of me~” his scarlet pupils were locked on yours, unwavering as if looking right into your soul. 

You were whimpering under his hands, feeling yourself sink into him and the relief that he wasn’t going to leave you. You blink back your final tears and close your eyes, happy to just rest your forehead against his and live in this bittersweet moment. Alastor didn’t seem to move away either, subconsciously squeezing your one uninjured cheek like a little stress toy, which made your lips curl into a soft smile. Your body finally calmed, you matched your breathing pattern with his, helping to ground you. Your hands still grasping his wrists, you slowly trace your thumb over his skin in a comforting motion. You felt the familiar muted burn of where the ‘X’ on his forehead would be against your own, something that you were slowly getting accustomed to feeling since meeting him. The room fell silent as you both sat on the bed, minds equally wandering with flickers of thoughts, but also just content to just be in each other’s presence. 

After a peaceful couple of minutes, Alastor nudged your head a bit with his own before pulling away, pushing off his straddling position over you and opting to sit on the edge of the bed beside you, torso still turned to your direction. His hands softly trailed away from your face, but one lightly trailed down your arm until it was holding your hand. 

“I’m flattered that you went to such lengths to get me something so wonderful,” he smiled, eyes looking over at the siphon before returning to you. Like the many ways he had done before, he lifted it up close to his face, looking down at it for a moment before focusing back on your face. 

“It’s something I will treasure for as long as I breathe… Thank you, mon passereau~”

He bowed his head and closed his eyes, bringing your hand up closer. You sighed happily, closing your eyes with relief that it had all worked out, and fully expecting to soon feel that familiar warmth of his forehead against the back of your hand.

But when you felt a warm pair of lips press down instead, you nearly gave yourself whiplash. 

He pressed your hand up to his mouth, warm and soft, eyes closed but a soft expression on his face. The delicate kiss against your skin caused a shiver to zip up your spine, your heart hammering in your chest harder than ever before. 

He’s kissing you. He’s kissing you?? He's kissing you. Do friends kiss each other? Wait, why are you thinking about that. Focus y/n. It’s just on the hand. A friendly kiss on the hand. People do that. Gentlemen do that. Alastor’s a gentleman. This is normal. This is fine. Everything is fine.

His lips slowly parted from your hand, face hovering over your skin and looking up at you with lowered lids and grin wide. His pupils flickered across your burning cheeks, his cheshire grin spreading devilishly before locking on your eyes. As your heart slowly calmed down, you eventually huffed a sigh through your nose, shaking your head in defeat but smiling all the same. 

You give his hand a quick squeeze of affection before lifting your hand out of his grasp and cupping his face delicately. Looking at him endearingly, you stroke your thumb carefully over his face, causing the Radio Demon to cock an eyebrow but not saying anything. 

And just as he was beginning to relax under your touch, you squish his cheeks and gently, playfully, shove his face away from you.

And the deep rumbling laughter that came from his chest was like music to your ears.  “That’s my girl,” he chuckled, eyes wrinkled with happiness, “Now my dear, why don't I show you what quality coffee tastes like~?”

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[mirlvshft]

introduction to my waiting room! — PART II .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚

this is part II of my very in depth showcase of my wr which is a luxurious penthouse in ny. i believe you can get a feel of the overall aesthetic so try to keep that in mind as you take in the visuals as they all do not reflect the same style.

this wr is like any wr, to relax in and whatnot. however i am catering mine towards my drself (criminal minds) so there’s a few things and areas i added to get “comfortable” — i am aware that me in that reality is still me but it would be nice to just see my abilities bc they’re SO COOL and why not?

if anyone has questions or further ideas please let me know! now…

「 ✦ welcome to mir’s

waiting room ✦ 」

| part I

living room

a very comfy space, a normal living room but the main star is the tv. i have every single streaming service on it, no ads whatsoever— the tv can basically show whatever i want. being able to watch movies and shows as they are here, i’m also able to watch versions where i’m in them, other desired versions, watching my dr as the show; being able to see everyone’s pov and see myself third person, and a lot more. the possibilities are endless.

theater

anything i can watch on the tv i can move over to the theater for a different perspective AND i can also play games there. like can you imagine that? such a huge screen and the sound quality as i’m playing all my fav games? ugh i’m in love. again same concept as the tv, any game i want, i have— doesn’t matter the console or anything. the quality is a1, no lags or glitches, everything is AMAZING (the area is way bigger than what the pics show but you get the idea).

pools

i have two. yes, crazy but who’s gonna stop me? i need both. pool #1 is indoors, it has that shower/rain feature you can see in the image— the overall look of it doesn’t quite match what i have in mind, but it’s similar enough. pool #2 is outdoors in that beautiful, captivating view at night (and day). spending time out there whether in the pool or not, is just chef’s kiss.

gym

this, and the next area i added is specifically catering to my cm drself. i made a company to account for my background and skills (combat), which may not make sense now but doesn’t matter for you to understand (i’ll talk about it sometime). here’s where more of that getting “comfortable” is coming from. i want to test out those combat skills and it’s even better than i have connor now. he can be like my training buddy, hand to hand to weaponry.

range

just like the gym, the shooting range obviously caters to firearms. i just feel it would be important to really feel out these things (regardless of being extremely proficient and ofc, it all being second nature) so i’m not completely “clueless”? get me? i just want to feel it all before i move onto my dr. i know my drself is not a separate entity from me, it’s literally me. i just want to mess around with the abilities i have. that’s all.

there's plentyyy of other features and details to my penthouse but i believe this should conclude my wr introduction to both parts!! i’m literally in love with the space i created, i’m beyond eager to be back there ⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)⸝

as lengthy as this guide is, i didn’t go in complete detail about every. single. thing. but just enough to explain the main features and rooms and to also give some scripting ideas to you guys too— i could go on forever but i will spare you all. if anyone has questions or further ideas to give me about my wr please let me know! ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ,<)~✩‧₊

[jessicaloons]

Chapter 25:

The world moves on, another day another drama…

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Charles POV:

"I really love this one. I mean don’t get me wrong. I loved the older buildings, they have so much charme! But this right here? It has everything! It’s not too big! And this beautiful new kitchen that’s open to the living room, with enough space for a little dining area? Look at that balcony! And it has 2 bedrooms! One with an en suite bathroom and then the guest bathroom? It looks all so clean and timeless. I love it. It’s perfect." Lizzie was practically beaming when she stood behind the little kitchen island, looking over the space.

"Yeah, it’s a really nice one! It’s all new. Top security, underground parking garage with two spots, there is a dry cleaner in the building and also a restaurant." Riccardo said and Lizzie smiled even more.

"Was there a bathtub or a shower in the bathroom?" I asked and Lizzie looked at me for a moment.

"Oh umm- I don’t… oh damn! I can’t remember, let me go and check!" she walked away and Riccardo looked at me.

"I could’ve answered that as well…"

"I know… it’s just, this flat is over her budget, right?" I kept an eye on the hallway.

"It is, that’s why I don’t get why you insisted to have a look at it?"

"The only other two flats she liked were the one in that old building! No security, the windows looked like they would be easily to break in and that balcony? That was an invitation to climb up and get inside! And the other flat? No. No. No. No. No parking garage and the security was almost not there. But this one? It’s perfect! Everything! It has the open kitchen like she loves it and a beautiful view, high security and it’s only a ten minutes walk to my flat."

"All true, but it’s over her budget… she was really strict about that." Riccardo cocked an eyebrow.

"I know… but she doesn’t. So I’ll pay up the rest." I said and he shook his head.

"Forget it! I can’t do that! Charles there will be a contract and there needs to be the real price for it to be a binding and legal document! I can’t change that up!"

"Okay… what if I buy the flat? Under my name and everything. And then you sell it to her? Within her budget? You don’t have to state the name of the seller, you can just go by your agency?"

"Charles, I don’t like that… just be honest with her? Tell her why you want her to have this flat?"

"She wouldn’t take it! She’s stubborn! She would never ever accept money from me! And she won’t spend more, because that’s just how she is!" I sighed when I heard Lizzie closing the bathroom door.

"What if she finds out about it?" Riccardo looked at me and I shook my head.

"She won’t! And if she will, than it’s my fault. I’ll take the full blame. But please help me out here! I want her to have the perfect first flat! That is safe and nice and clean not far away from me. So please!" I pleaded right when Lizzie came back.

"The en suite has a huge shower and the guest bathroom has a normal sized shower and a big tub! It’s perfect!" seeing her smile like that made me look at Riccardo with pleading eyes "I can’t believe that this is in my budget? Compared to the other ones, this here is pure luxury?"

"Well the other two were under your budget, this one is slightly over, just a little. But we can make an offer a little under the listing price and then meet in the middle that would be you budget?" Riccardo said.

"Yes! You’re the pro here! If you think I have a chance then let’s do it!" Lizzie said excitedly and Riccardo nodded.

"Let me make a phone call!" he left the room and Lizzie walked around.

"A big and comfy couch here! A beautiful, maybe round, table there? Everything in creamy white beige colours? Tons of cushions and blankets on the couch. A fluffy rug?" she was so happy and excited, I couldn’t help but grab her by the waist, kissing her.

"I’m so happy, that you’re moving here." I whispered against her lips and she smiled at me, her cheeks slightly blushed.

"Me too, Charlie bear! You can come to me! I can come to you! I can go to the beach! I can go see your Mum! It will be amazing!" she snuggled into me and I smiled, right as my phone vibrated and Riccardo walked back in. Lizzie pulled away and looked at him, waiting eagerly for him to say something. I checked my phone and smiled.

"So?" Lizzie asked and Riccardo grinned at her.

"Congratulations on your new flat." he said and Lizzie hugged him fiercely before she turned around and looked at me.

"I’m really moving here, can you believe it?" she whispered and jumped right into my arms.

"I’m so happy for you!" I answered and kissed her cheek.

"I need to take some videos and pictures for mum and dad!" she ran off and Riccardo looked at me.

"I really hope you know what you’re doing." he said and I nodded.

"I am. This will stay between us. It’s our secret." I said determined.

"Yeah, a secret worth 1.4 million Euros."

"I love how much the Tifosi love you!" I said when we drove towards the gates of the hotel, hundreds of fans waiting for Charles "They even have a banner for you!"

"I feel so incredibly honoured and loved by them, it’s unbelievable." he said, a big smile on his face "Is it okay if we stop for a bit? I want to take some pictures and sign stuff."

"Sure! That’s not even a question!" I opened my window and the car was surrounded by Tifosi in an instant, all screaming for Charles.

I tried to grab as much stuff as possible they were shoving my way, patiently handing it over to Charles to sign it and then giving it back to the fans outside the car. It was getting louder with any second and it seemed like the security guys slightly lost control over the crowd. The mood dropped a little, the shouting turned more hysterical. I could hear some people shouting my name, but the way it sounded, they weren’t saying nice things. Charles must’ve heard it too, he tried to calm down the crowd, that started calling me all sorts of names. He got angry and turned to me, his eyes widened in shock and before I could react or ask what was going on I felt something hitting me straight across the face. Charles began to scream, turning the windows up, honking and revving the engine. The security guards were able to part the crowd of people and Charles drove into the courtyard of the hotel. My ears were ringing. And my face stung.

"Cara mia? Look at me? Hey!" Charles voice a muffled whisper in the back of my head "Let’s get out of here. Come on."

What happened next, I didn’t know. I looked around, saw how Charles rushed through the room, yelling at his phone, then a guy in a dark blue suit. All in Italian. My mind wasn’t able to translate it.

"Here, cara mia." he kneeled down in front of me, gently putting an ice pack on my cheek and I flinched. The coldness on my burning skin began to prickle "Can you please say something?"

"Ouch." I breathed out.

"Other than that?" he whispered, cupping my other cheek.

"Did someone slap me?" I asked, still not fully realising what had happened.

"I’m so sorry, Lizzie. I didn’t see it coming! I would’ve stopped them, I swear!"

"Why are you apologising? You didn’t slap me, did you?"

"No! Of course not! But still!"

"They were mad at me, because of Carlos penalty, no?"

"I don’t care. They’re idiots! We leave the hotel! We go to yours." he mumbled and got up.

"No! Charles you can’t leave! This is the hotel you always stay here! All of Ferrari!" I was panicking.

"I don’t care! They hit you! What they were saying about you! We’re leaving. I don’t want you near them."

"Charles only one of them slapped me! Don’t be mad at all of them because one messed up! You know how much they love you! They adore you! I’ll go. I’ll stay at my hotel! It’s fine!" I tried to play it down, tried to convince him to stay.

"No. I don’t leave you alone. Not after that!" he pulled out his phone again and called someone. I got up and looked in the mirror. A faint red hand print on my cheek, nothing too bad, but still visible. Still a little painful. Tear stained face. I walked over to a window and looked outside. Police and security trying to keep the crowd at bay, one guy standing at the side, police officers speaking to him, while others around kept yelling at him.

"Our car is here, come on cara mia." Charles took my hand in his and pulled me away "Keep that ice pack on your cheek, please. I don’t want you to be in pain."

"I’m fine." I mumbled, following him out of the room, down a long hallway.

"Signore Leclerc! Signorina Doetterer! We are so sorry!" the guy from earlier apologised and opened up the doors for us, Joris waiting in front of a SUV. As soon as he saw me he hurried to my side.

"Who did that?" he carefully pulled my hand away to see my cheek "Fucking bastard, I’ll kill him."

"Get in line." Charles seethed and I groaned.

"It was a slap! Nothing more! You should stay here! Try to calm your fans down and the…" I rolled my eyes but Charles interrupted me.

"They are no fan of mine if they hurt you! Carlos’ penalty was his own fault! He turned fully into you! Punishing him was the only right thing to do! And if they don’t understand that, then I don’t care."

"Let’s go." Joris grabbed the suitcases from the hotel employees and packed them into the trunk, then he opened the back door and Charles gently pushed me inside, before climbing in behind me.

The drive to my hotel was quiet, only 20 or maybe 25 fans waiting for any drivers to arrive. They were screaming for Charles and I just walked straight inside with Joris.

"You need to talk to him Joris. He needs to go back to his hotel! The Ferrari drivers always stay there! I don’t want him to be in any trouble." I whispered but Joris shook his head.

"They crossed a line today, Lizzie. It is one thing writing all that disgusting bullshit under each and every post of you or about you, calling you all sorts of names at the track, but today they assaulted you! Nothing I could say would change his mind… and I honestly don’t want to." Joris shook his head, when the elevator door opened, Julie and JK coming out, looking worried at me.

"It’s all over social media! What happened? You got slapped by a fan?" Julie looked at me with wide eyes and when I lowered the ice pack she gasped "Does it hurt? Who did that? What happened?"

"We were in the car, I handed Charles some stuff to sign from his fans when the mood changed, people were getting mad about Carlos penalty and then someone slapped me. Charles got us inside the courtyard and then he insisted on leaving the hotel, staying here." I put the ice pack back and winced a little.

"And I stand by my word." Charles appeared next to us "We stay here. Maybe tomorrow I’ll go back to my hotel. But not tonight. Tonight I can’t see them."

"Joris? You can stay here as well. The rooms for Lizzie’s family are already booked but they will only arrive on Friday." Julie said and Joris nodded.

"Yeah might be better, when I come back alone they won’t stop asking me where Charles is… and I don’t want to be there right now." he said.

"Okay guys! One guy did something bad! Not all of them are bad then, okay?" I said and Charles shook his head but Joris answered.

"I don’t give a fuck. Tonight they all suck. Period."

"I have nothing else to add." Charles said and I sighed, following them into the elevator and then into my hotel room.

"You have a mail with some appointments tomorrow. Rest up now and cool your cheek!" Julie waved goodbye and left.

"Are you okay?" JK asked and I nodded.

"Yeah. I’m fine." I said and he squeezed my shoulder, following Julie.

"I leave you two as well. Good night guys." Joris hugged Charles and whispered something to him, then he hugged me "Keep the ice pack on."

"I will. Thanks for picking us up…" I kissed his cheek and he left.

"I’m exhausted." I mumbled and opened up my suitcase "I’ll take a shower. Care to join in?"

"I’m coming in a minute." Charles said, lifting my chin up to look at my cheek. He inhaled sharply. A new wave of anger making him tremble "I’m so sorry that this happened, cara mia."

"It wasn’t your fault! I’m fine. It’s just a little red, it doesn’t even hurt. I’m really okay!" I reassured him. He nodded a little and kissed my forehead.

After the shower I applied some cooling gel on my cheek and left the bathroom.

"I thought you would join me?" I asked while plopping down next to Charles who was furiously typing away on his phone "What are you doing?"

"I won’t accept it. I don’t care if they treat me like shit. But not you. Especially not when you did nothing wrong! I certainly won’t stay silent if they resort to violence!" he was furious.

"Charles, stop. Please." I put my hand on his phone, cupping his cheek "I understand that you’re mad, I am as well. But whatever you’re feeling right now, whatever you’re writing right now, it won’t change the fact that some idiot slapped me. But you know what it will change? Your relationship with the Tifosi. They love you. They adore you! They don’t call you Il Predestinato for no reason! But when you let all your anger and frustration now out, it will end only in them being hurt and you being hurt. It’s not worth it. I’m fine. I survived way worse than a little slap. Please don’t post it."

"Cara mia, I can’t let them think that it’s okay, treating you like that! Maybe it was only one guy who slapped you, but there were at least a dozen more calling you names! I won’t accept this kind of behaviour!" he gently pulled his phone away and looked over what he wanted to post.

"Do you remember the first time we were here? Watching the race back in 2011? Standing in between all of the Tifosi? How amazing it felt? And when we were waiting after the race outside for the car and that elderly Tifoso bumped into you and smiled? Saying he recognises your face? That he knows you will bring back Ferrari to its old glory? It was weird, we were only in karting, no one knew us, but he said he knows you will do it! That was the night you began to focus on one thing only. Making it into F1 and Ferrari. From that day on you loved the team unconditionally. But not just the team… the fans, the Tifosi. Don’t let one guy ruin that. Don’t let one stupid idiot ruin this connection. Please, Charles." I pleaded and he sighed, closing his eyes, leaning his head back against the headboard. Silence falling over us. After a while Charles began to chuckle, throwing his phone away, turning to look at me.

"I still think he thought I was Jules…"

"He definitely thought so!" I laughed and Charles pinched my side "Can you please delete whatever you posted?"

"I already did. Right when I posted it, I deleted it again… you were right. You always are." he pulled me into his lap, hugging me tight to his body, nuzzling his face into my hair.

"I’m glad that you’re finally admitting it."

"Lizzie, how are you? We all saw the videos. Can you explain us what happened?"

"Umm, I honestly don’t know myself? It all happened so fast. Charles and I arrived at his hotel. We wanted to go out for dinner with some friends, that’s why he didn’t drop me off at my hotel first. There were a lot of Tifosi and I handed Charles stuff to sign, then there was some screaming and shouting and then it already happened." I explained and Nathalie sighed.

"We’ve heard from several sources that some fans where mad because of Carlos penalty last weekend, dropping him right outside the points.?"

"I don’t know. Maybe it was because of that."

"Your team filed a complain after the race."

"Yeah, which they had every right to, considering the fact that almost the entire side of my car had to be replaced, most importantly we needed a new PU, which means I will serve a 10-place grid penalty! Not even talking about the big cut in our budget."

"So you think the penalty is justified?"

"The complaint was justified. What the FIA decides is out of my hands."

"Thank you Lizzie!"

I smiled at her and walked away. My cheek still prickling a little.

"You did good out there. You didn’t throw any shade at Carlos or the Tifosi." Julie said and I nodded slowly.

"Wouldn’t help anyone." I shrugged and she patted my arm "I gotta go to Charles, he has my phone."

"Alright, see you later on!" she walked off and I sighed a little.

Going to Ferrari wasn’t really something I wanted to do after yesterday, but I had to.

I checked my make-up in the reflection of a window, nothing visible, and took a deep breath. I braced myself for the worst, but not even in my darkest nightmares I would’ve expected what happened next.

Charles POV:

I shook the hands of a dozen of men, thanked them for their support of Ferrari and left with Mia.

"How’s Lizzie?" she asked and I sighed.

"She says she’s fine? But I don’t know if I believe her, she was really shocked. I mean I was too, but I didn’t got slapped…"

"She’s tougher than she looks, you know that. Just show her that you’re there for her, no matter what, that’s all you can do."

"Yeah, I hope you’re right." I mumbled as we rounded the corner and I saw Lizzie talking to a girl, her back was turned to us but the way Lizzie stood there, body all tense, shoulders strained, clenched jaw, eyes almost dead and her face paler than a sheet of white paper, I didn’t need to see the girls face to know who it was. And as Lizzie slightly began to tremble I almost sprinted towards her. When she saw me she shook her head and walked away.

"Lizzie! Wait!" I shouted when someone grabbed my arm.

"Charles. Long time no see. You can let her go, she’s a big girl, she can handle herself for a couple of minutes without her knight in shining armour." her voice made my hairs stand up, my insides churning.

"What did you say to her?" I pressed out through clenched teeth and turned around, looking straight at her, a viscous smile on her face.

"I just told her that she looks good, maybe a little less weight would do her good but apart from that. Don’t worry I didn’t hurt your little girlfriend, I mean she already got slapped in the face yesterday…" she sneered.

"What are you doing here?" I asked her, trying my best not to strangle her.

"Oh, you didn’t know? I was invited! By Ferrari!" the triumphant smile on her face made rage surging through my body.

"What?"

"Oh Camille! Here you are! I see you found Charles! Wonderful! Now let’s all get inside to take some pictures!" Sylvia looked at me, a smug smile on her lips.

"No."

"No? What do you mean with no?" Sylvia chuckled a little.

"I mean that I won’t take any pictures with her." my voice was trembling with anger.

"Charles, don’t be ridiculous. This isn’t about you. Be mature about this, please. We have some important guests with us and they want to meet the drivers. Both of them." she rolled her eyes while Camille’s smile only got bigger.

"I’ll meet them. But without her. What is she even doing here?"

"Ah Camille! Here you are!" a voice from behind me said and Camille walked past me "I see you found the other driver."

"I told you that Charles and I know each other from back home in Monaco, no?" her tone of voice now sickeningly sweet.

"Oh yes, you told me all about that. Nice to meet you, Charles." the guy extended his hand and I shook it perplexed. He squeezed my hand tight, as if he was trying to intimidate me, but I didn’t even flinch.

"And you are?" I asked him, not really interested in his answer.

"Charles, this is Santiago Álvarez, son of José Álvarez, who’s the CEO of Santander. You see we have important guests today." Sylvia chimed in and I looked between her and Álvarez.

"Yeah. Very important." I said and took my phone out "Let me make a phone call and then I’ll be inside."

Sylvia nodded with pressed lips and she guided Camille and Álvarez inside.

"Joris? Where are you?"

"Turn around?" he walked up to me, looking worried "What’s going on. You look like you saw a ghost that you want to strangle?"

"You need to look after Lizzie…"

"What happened?"

"Camille is here and she…"

"WHAT?"

"She’s here with her new boyfriend, I think, and he’s the son of the CEO of Santander! I have to play now my part… but Camille talked to Lizzie, when I arrived! You know that evil witch! Lizzie looked… whatever Camille said, she was hurt and she ran away… please find her and take care of her, okay?"

"Alright. But keep that snake away as far as possible from Lizzie!"

"I promise, if she ever comes close to Lizzie again I will…"

"I know. But don’t. Please. Go now. I’ll find Lizzie!" he spurted away and I took one last deep breath, before following Sylvia back inside. Let’s get this over with.

"Lizzie?" I looked up, blinking the tears away "Come here." Joris pulled me into a tight hug and gently stroked my back.

"Camille is here…" I whispered and he nodded.

"I know. All the plants in the Ferrari hospitality died, that was the first omen that she must be around…"

"Yeah? And what was the second one?" I chuckled a little.

"Charles being this close to commit a crime."

"You stopped him before he could do anything stupid right?" I pulled away a little and Joris rolled his eyes.

"Of course! I can’t have my best friend going to jail for something that I wanted to do!"

"Joris!"

"What?" he laughed a little and then wiped away some tears from my cheeks "She doesn’t deserve a single one of your tears, okay?"

"Okay." I nodded slowly, taking a deep breath "How did you find me anyway?"

"You and Charles always were here back in F3 and F2, and also the last years…" he shrugged his shoulders and pulled me with him "Let’s go back. Let’s show her that she can’t break you."

But she did. Again. As much as I hated it. Seeing her being coddled by Sylvia, smiling as if all of Ferrari was here to tend to all her wishes, her high pitched laughter, her words towards me. It brought back all the memories. Everything I worked hard against over the past 1.5 years.

"Hey! Get out of your head!" Joris squeezed my shoulder and I nodded "You know that nothing that she has ever said to you, or will ever say to you is right? She was jealous of you. Always. Even when we were still in school and Charles was around in between races he always talked about you. She always tried to make him stop and give her attention but he didn’t."

"Until he did. He was her boyfriend first." I replied, my voice sounded more hurt than planned.

"Lizzie…" he began but I shook my head.

"I didn’t meant it like that. It’s okay. I know the reasons… it’s just- she knows what to say to push my buttons. But it’s okay. I’m okay. I think with what happened yesterday and seeing her here now- it’s a little too much all at once. But I’m fine." I said and he nodded slowly.

"But you know that it would be okay if it’s not? You don’t have to play pretend. It’s okay…" Joris stopped and looked at me.

"I know! Really! I’m fine." I smiled at him.

"Okay." he sighed and we walked the rest to the Audi hospitality in silence.

"Lizzie! There you are! I called you like a million times! We’re waiting for you!" Julie said and I looked at her, slightly confused, right as I saw Rita waving at me from inside.

"Oh shit! I totally forgot about that! Fuck! I’m so sorry! Charles still has my phone!"

"You go to your meeting, I’ll go and get your phone!" Joris hugged me.

"Thank you. Really!" I whispered and he only smiled while walking away "Okay, let’s go." I followed Julie inside.

"Lizzie! Good to see you! How are you?" Rita hugged me and gently tilted my head to the side, looking at my cheek "Let me sue that asshole."

"It’s okay, Rita, really! Thank you for coming. I know you’re busy. But this is a bit too big for me to attend alone." I said nervously and she waved me off.

"Everything for you, darling. Shall we?" she turned to Julie and we followed her to one of the meeting rooms.

"Lizzie, Rita, these are James Gay-Rees and Paul Martin, executive producers, Sophie Todd, the showrunner and Mike Osborn, representative of Netflix." Julie introduced us and I shook their hands.

"It’s so great to finally meet you in person, Lizzie! Thank you for meeting us." Sophie said as we all sat down and I smiled at her.

"Thank you for being interested in- me? I guess?" I chuckled nervously and they all laughed a little.

"How could we not? You’re defying all odds, being one of the top drivers this season!" Paul sounded impressed and I felt myself blush a little.

"We worked on a concept, here’s a presentation to show you exactly what we’re hoping to do, if you agree." Sophie said and pushed a button on a little remote in her hand. I looked at the screen, excited what they had in mind.

"Three or five part mini series. Three parts with 60-70 minutes each or five parts with 40-50 minutes each. We already filmed a little with you throughout the season. We would now focus a little more on you and your team." Paul said as soon as the presentation was over, handing me a document where all points were listed.

"Of course we would love to film a little bit of your life apart from the track as well, just to see who the person Lizzie is outside of the race suit. See your daily routines. Maybe visiting the places you used to spent most of your time when you were younger. Of course we would love to talk with your family and friends about you. Other drivers who know you. Of course Charles, as he is your best friend, Pierre and maybe Max because you drove against them for quite some time? Valtteri as he is your team mate, Sebastian as he’s your mentor? Maybe even some other big names of F1." Mike said and I looked up.

"My family and friends? As in interviews?" I asked and he nodded.

"Yeah we would love some interviews, where they tell us all about you that we think the world needs to know. But we also would love to film some parts of your private life. How you spent your free time at home with your family and friends."

"Max isn’t really a fan of yours…"

"We reached an agreement with Max, on how we continue to work with him." Sophie stated and I looked at her "Don’t worry. It’s all good."

"We know that a lot of your recovery was filmed, that would be footage we would love to use as well, maybe your family has some old tapes of your early days in karting? Everything that shows the world the person Lizzie." Mike said and I looked at the document in my hand.

"Will I have full control over what will be shown? Like when you film something and I actually don’t want it to be seen, will you edit it out?" I asked and he looked at his team.

"You have the full control of what will be shown. The Final Cut will be shown to you and you decide if it’s ready or needs some change." he answered and I looked at Rita.

"We want that written in the contract. We also want to have 24 hours time to decide. Lizzie wants to talk to her family and friends first." she stated and Mike nodded.

"We prepare the contracts and send them you, you make any additional changes and sent it back. We’ll meet tomorrow after FP2 to finalise everything."

"Okay. But there is one more thing. The compensation. This isn’t like Drive to Survive where you film 90% on track or studio or within team facilities. The drivers only have to film a little interview each individually. It’s not taking away from their time. But this is more. This is a huge invasion of Lizzie’s private life, it’s way more exposure than anything before in DTS." Rita said and Mike looked again at his team.

"250.000 Euro per episode."

"You mean 250.000 for the shorter episodes and how much for the longer ones?"

"350.000 Euro per episode when it’s a three part series; 250.000 Euro per episode when it’s the five part series."

"Alright. Sounds fair. What would you prefer? Just for us to know which way you lean towards?"

"Five parts with 40 minutes each."

"Noted."

"Regardless of the decision, we would film with our second crew Lizzie and her team this weekend, to get a lot of footage. If that’s okay?" Mike asked and I nodded "Deal for now?"

"Yes, deal for now." I shook his hand and Rita and I got up, shaking hands with the rest of the team, who then left the room.

"Well, I guess that was not too bad!" Julie said and Rita nodded.

"Yes, it really wasn’t. If it’s written down in the contract that you have the full control of the content? It couldn’t get any better than this." she said and I sighed.

"It’s still a big thing. I’ve never been this exposed. I have to talk to my family and my friends first if they would be okay with it! And Charles! We already have to be so freaking careful around the paddock! But with Netflix being around? We have to take care even inside our hospitalities."

"Or you could tell them about Charles but say that you want to keep it hidden." Julia suggested.

"With NDA’s they can’t say anything and with you deciding what’s to make the Final Cut? I guess it’s possible." Rita said "Think about it, okay? As soon as I have the contracts I work them through and then we have a talk." she hugged me and Julie and left.

"So, you have a lot of thinking to do. We’re done for today, you can leave." Julie hugged me and I nodded, right as JK came, handing me my phone.

"Here you go."

"Thanks. Have you talked to Joris? Or Charles?" I asked him.

"Joris. He said Charles will be ready in an hour. Which was a couple of minutes ago. Do you wanna wait or go?"

"Go. I’ll text him to stay at his hotel tonight. It will be better for him and Ferrari, the Tifosi." I mumbled and grabbed my bag.

My head was full. Too full. Yesterday. Camille. Netflix. It was too much. My head started to throb and I wanted nothing more than crawl under the blankets and sleep. But I couldn’t. I had to talk to my family, my friends, first. And then I had to do some thinking myself.

"The question is, if you want to do it." Dad said and I sighed.

"Yes? No? I don’t know! It’s just… god I don’t want to be this exposed? But on the other hand, I am already! Just that this time I would be in control of the narrative!"

"Then it’s a yes. I can do an interview or two. And if they want to film us hanging out and doing whatever we’re doing a couple of times? So be it." Mum said and Sissy nodded.

"Are we going to be famous?" Liam asked excitedly.

"Will people start screaming when they see us?" Benji asked.

"I don’t know. Maybe? Maybe not?" I laughed, stretching out on the bed.

"We support you. And if you have the last word what will be shown and what not? I’m not even worried." Sissy said and I had to agree.

"Yeah. I think it could be something good."

"I think it could be something amazing! Do it!" Marcus smiled and I sat up.

"What did the rest of the gang say?" Dad asked and I laughed a little.

"Daniel said he can’t wait to be famous. Shima said she wants to see all the footage of her to make sure she looks good in it. Andrea said as long as I want to do it and Julia said she is on my side no matter what."

"Then it’s decided. You get your own Netflix show." Sissy said and they all started clapping.

"We’re so proud of you!" Mum choked out and I groaned.

"Mum! It’s just a documentary! Nothing big! Stop crying!"

"I’m not crying!" she sniffled a little and I rolled my eyes.

"Okay, whatever! I gotta go now. I need to take a shower and then go to bed."

"Alright! Good night, sweetheart! We see you tomorrow!" Mum said and I nodded, before I ended the call.

I was just about to take a shower when someone knocked on my door.

"What are you doing here?" I asked Charles as he walked in.

"I wanted to see you?" he looked at me intently "I wanted to see if you’re okay."

"I’m fine. You didn’t have to come here. A text would’ve been sufficient, you know?"

"But I can’t look at you through a text." he stepped closer, grabbing my waist "Please talk to me. I know that you’re not fine. I saw the look on your face after she talked to you."

"What do you want me to say?" I sighed and Charles leaned his forehead against mine.

"I want you to be honest. I want you to tell me how you feel. I don’t want you to say you’re fine when you’re quiet obviously aren’t." he whispered and I took a deep breath.

"I felt bad after seeing her, after what she said. But Joris helped me. Really." I replied.

"No. There’s something going on. I can tell…"

"Yeah… there is something going on… I had a meeting with Netflix today." I said slowly and Charles pulled away a little.

"And?" he sounded exited and I led him to the sofa, sitting down, telling him everything.

"So, they all want me to do it…" I ended and waited for Charles’ reaction.

"At the end of the day it’s your decision, Lizzie. But I think it’s a good thing. There are so many false narratives around about you. One more abstruse than the other. All the things people are saying and writing about you? You could set the record straight. You could show the world who you are. What you had to go through to be where you are today. I think it would be amazing." he said and grabbed my hands, stopping me to nervously fiddle with them.

"But there would be a lot of cameras around me…" I looked at him.

"I guess we can handle some more." he shrugged.

"Rita said I could tell them about us, but make it clear that it’s nothing I want to be displayed… she said we could make them sign NDA’s…"

"Whatever you decide, I’m 100% behind you." he kissed my knuckles.

"I hate it sometimes that you’re this perfect." I leaned against him.

"You know now what your family thinks, what your friends think, what I think… but what do you think? That’s the most important thing…"

"I think I want to do it. Tell the world my side of the story." I almost whispered it.

"Then it’s decided?" Charles tilted my head up, looking at me.

"It’s decided." I kissed him.

Charles POV:

I sat alone on the balcony, listening to the Tifosi singing songs for me. What usually would put a big smile on my face, made me feel nothing today. Not after yesterday. Not after today. I was mad. At myself. At the Tifosi. At Camille. But mostly myself. Seeing her talking to Lizzie. Seeing how Lizzie paled in an instant, started trembling, leaving and then not eating anything the entire day. My blood was boiling. Pure rage surging through my body.

"Charles?" Joris stepped out on the balcony, sitting down next to me "Are you okay?"

"I shouldn’t have left her." I sighed.

"Then why did you?" he asked carefully.

"Because she wanted me to leave. Sometimes she’s so stubborn and although I could clearly see that there was a lot going on in her head, I didn’t want to argue with her. She was already exhausted and tired. I didn’t want to add to that."

"I don’t know… maybe it would do her some good to let it all out, even if it’s in an argument."

"Yeah maybe, but you know her! She would feel bad for days if she would’ve let it all out on me and then she’s even more in her head! This is all so fucking frustrating! Yesterday was bad, yeah. But today? Camille? What the actual fuck? I don’t want her near Lizzie ever again. And I don’t want to be near her as well, she makes my blood boil. I can’t believe that I really tried it with her… what was I thinking?"

"I think you weren’t thinking at all. You were reacting. Trying something that was bound to fail, but she’s gone now. You and Lizzie are happy now, that’s all that matters!" Joris tried to calm me down but the guilt I felt since knowing why Lizzie had left so abruptly two years ago, why she had the accident, was nagging at me. Especially after today.

"It’s just… god wouldn’t I start this shit with Camille…" I began but Joris scoffed.

"Charles, you can’t change what Camille did, it’s in the pa.."

"You don’t get it, Joris!" I groaned and leaned back, exhaustion and fatigue taking slightly over "Would I just believe you guys and tell Lizzie that I loved her the moment I felt it the first time? None of this would’ve happened! And if not that, then at least I should’ve noticed how Camille was treating Lizzie and…"

"Then you have to blame all of us as well! What? You want to carry that fault alone? Not gonna happen! We knew how Camille was treating her! Maybe not everything. But we knew at least enough to tell that she’s hurting Lizzie! I knew it for sure! But I kept my mouth shut because Lizzie wanted it like that! So blame me! And if we’re on it, blame Lizzie! Yes! Stop looking at me like that! Why didn’t she tell you earlier that she loved you? Why didn’t she tell you how Camille treated her? Why didn’t she let us tell you the truth? You see? It’s a fucking circle! And the only person to blame is the person who said and did these malicious things! And that’s Camille. You get it? It was her! Not you. Not Lizzie. Not the rest of us. Her. She decided to be an insufferable, horrible bitch. She alone is to blame. And if you don’t get that into your stupid brain. Then I guess I’ll blame myself as well now for everything that has happened… so what is it? Are we sitting here now, should I get us some booze and we get drunk because we both fucked up and are the ones to blame? Or are you accepting that it’s not your fucking fault? And let it be?"

I swallowed hard and looked up in the sky. Thinking about Joris' words. Then I sighed and leaned back in the chair.

"You’re right. It’s in the past…" I said after a while.

"I’m always right." Joris chuckled.

"Oh shut up." I said but smiled at him "Thank you. Really."

"Charlie!" I heard Liam before I could see him and turned around, right as he hugged my legs.

"Hey Bubba!" I bent down, hoisting him up "Where is the rest?" I looked around but couldn’t see anyone "Liam? Did you run away?"

"Technically, yes, I was running… but I said I would go to you." he had a mischievous smirk on his face, that reminded me all too well of Lizzie’s.

"And you said to who that you would come to me?" I asked and he shrugged a little.

"Everyone? I screamed I go to Charles and then I ran…" he looked down and I chuckled, walking to the Audi hospitality.

"And did they hear it? Did they say it’s okay?"

"Umm- well Mummy’s not here, she left a little earlier. Oma was talking with Rita, Lizzie and Pops were talking with the Netflix people." he admitted meekly and I sighed a little.

"Bubba we talked about this before! You can’t just run away!" I looked at his big blue eyes and he nodded.

"I just wanted to see you. You were the best today! You will win on Sunday! I just know it!" he sounded very sure of himself.

"Yeah? You think so?"

"Absolutely! But don’t tell Lizzie…" he almost whispered the last part.

"Don’t tell Lizzie what?" speak of the devil, Lizzie came right out the door, looking at us, both at a loss of words "So? Bubba? What should Charlie not tell me?"

"That he umm- well he ran away again! We wanted to sneak him back in here, pretend like it didn’t happen… but don’t worry! I already told him what he did was wrong!" I said quickly and Liam nodded.

"Well, Liam, Charlie is right! You’re not supposed to run away!" she said and he looked at me a little relieved "Even if you just want to run to Sundays race winner…"

Liam gasped and I had to stop myself from laughing at how Lizzie pretended to be hurt.

"Nooo! Lizzie I didn’t mean it like that!" Liam tried to wriggle out of my arms but I held him closer.

"Hey! So you don’t think I win?" I asked him and his head snapped around.

"Of course you will!" I could clearly see that he was getting upset and began to stroke his back, looking at Lizzie who understood immediately.

"Hey Bubba, we’re just joking!" she cooed and gently stroke his cheek "It’s all good!"

"Yeah, we were just messing with you a little, sorry Liam." I kissed his cheek and he took a deep breath.

"So, you’re not mad at me?" he asked quietly and we both shook our heads.

"But we have to talk about you running away… not cool!" Lizzie tickled him a little and he began to giggle.

"I’ll never run away again! I promise!" he said breathlessly.

"Good!" Lizzie and I said in unison and I put him down.

"I gotta go now, I see you guys later at dinner!" I ruffled Liams hair and side hugged Lizzie, squeezing her waist.

As I walked back I noticed how the people around me were whispering, most of them pointing at their phones and I pulled mine out. I opened Instagram and saw a breaking news post from F1, saying that Netflix just announced a documentary series about Lizzie. I liked the post and looked for Netflix. When I saw the post I smiled proudly, liking it. I typed in a comment, knowing that Lizzie would love it. Then I shared the post. Everyone should see how excited I was about it.

To say it was everywhere, was an understatement. From the moment I entered the paddock on Saturday morning everyone was staring at me, whispering behind my back. I heard a lot of positive things. But also a lot of negative things. Knowing that I had a 10-place grid penalty, after I needed a new PU thanks to Carlos’ little nudge last weekend, the pressure was on. I had to give 200% at today’s qualifying. Seeing how fast the RedBulls but especially Charles were yesterday, I knew that there was no room for mistakes today.

"Nervous?" Paul asked as I fiddled with my bottle in the back of the garage and I looked up.

"No?"

"You seem a little… tense? Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I’m fine."

"Let’s go. Warm up." JK nudged my shoulder and I nodded, following him out the back "This dude really doesn’t give up."

"JK he’s just nice!" I groaned.

"Okay. If you say so."

"I say so."

"Good."

"Good. Can we warm up now?"

"Yes, grumpy cat." he held out his hands with two balls.

"Don’t call me that." I prepared to catch the balls.

"But you are a grumpy cat today." he dropped them, I only caught one.

We did it a couple of times but my head was just not in the game.

"I will fuck up this quali." I mumbled and JK put the balls away.

"What’s going on?" he looked at me intently and I sighed.

"The Netflix thing? I’m not so sure anymore if it was a good idea… did you read the comments underneath the post? All the F1 fan accounts shared their opinion about it and guess what… they now hate me even more."

I expected that some people wouldn’t be happy with my decision. And I honestly thought that by now I was okay with ignoring the sheer outpour of hate towards me. But I wasn’t. It was too much, again. This weekend started out the worst way possible, with lots of people saying they would’ve slapped me harder and that I just got what I deserved. Then Camille showing up, looking at me with utter disgust whenever she saw me and breathed out nasty comments. And now another episode of the internet hates me. It was just all too much.

"Hey, Liz?" JK squeezed my shoulder and I blinked confused.

"What?"

"You spaced out a little. What’s going on?"

"Qualifying. I have to be at my best. With the grid penalty." I said hastily.

"Yeah? And that’s all? You sure?" he cocked an eyebrow and I nodded.

"Yep. I’m fine." Nope. I wasn’t.

"Lizzie. That was a tough quali but you did pretty well in the end! P2! Which means you’re starting from P12 tomorrow. What do you think is possible for you?" Naomi Schiff asked, an encouraging smile on her face.

"Yeah the quali wasn’t looking too good for most parts, but the last lap was pretty good. So yeah P12. Charles is fast this weekend, Ferrari in general looks fast, RedBull also. Valtteri will start from P7 no, P6, he can put the cars in front under pressure. Maybe we can both do that if I make my way fast enough up to him. But you never know. It’s Monza after all."

"Last time you raced in Monza you won both, the sprint and feature race, does that boost your confidence a little?"

"It certainly helps, knowing that I already was able to make it from P17 to P1. But yeah we will see. I’ll do my best. That’s all I can do."

"I need to address it. Netflix. Big thing. It’s a big step into the right direction, I think."

"Well yeah. I was hesitant at first. Knowing that my private life would be overexposed and knowing that me driving in F1 is still a thorn in the side of many people."

"I’m sure it will definitely help people see eye to eye with you? Maybe even stop the criticism you’re facing on a daily basis."

"I honestly don’t care if people like me or not. This is about way more than just me alone. It’s about how hard it is for girls in motorsport and what we have to go through. So that’s what I’m focusing on."

"There has been an uproar that you’re getting an extra documentary instead of some other drivers who contributed to the sport over the years."

"Again. This isn’t just to show me and how great my life as a F1 driver is. It will highlight my way, as a girl who was told more than once from race directors to journalists to other drivers that I won’t make it far anyway and that I should just enjoy the ride as long as possible, to being here today. Of course there are other drivers who would deserve their own spin-off. Lewis of course. He’s the one who would deserve this more than I do, for everything he has done for the sports, given the fact that he’s the only Black driver, facing racism his whole career. Knowing the struggles of how to make it as someone with limited opportunities simply because you’re not like the rest. But this isn’t my decision to make."

"Thank you Lizzie, I am really looking forward to watch it. Good luck in tomorrow’s race!"

Starting from P12 wasn’t the worst position I was in before. But racing in Monza was different. It wasn’t called temple of speed for no reason. So when I made it already onto P7 by lap 4 I thought that maybe a podium was possible after all.

"Valtteri will let you pass him."

"What? No!"

"You have more pace."

I didn’t like that. Passing him without a fight.

"Okay." I sighed and right at the next corner Valtteri left me enough space to slip past him.

The race was uneventful. For the most part. Carlos and I got called into the pits at the same time and my pit crew did an amazing job, resulting in an 2.1 second long stop, whereas Carlos having 2.9 seconds, granting me to pass him in the pits already, putting me in P4 and him in P5. As he exited the pit lane he had Valtteri right at his tail which gave me the chance to create an even bigger gap between us.

"Russel 1.7 ahead."

"Lap times?"

"24.76"

"Me?"

"24.65. Keep pushing."

"Alright."

George defended hard, but I managed to slip past him. Leaving him behind, right as I watched how Charles managed to pass Max. I inwardly cheered. Winning Monza would be amazing for him. I saw George coming closer as the yellow flag was waved.

"Safety car."

"What happened?"

"Ricciardo has to retire."

"No crash?"

"No."

The race ended with Charles winning behind the safety car.

"And P3! Amazing race, Lizzie!" Pete cheered.

"Thank you guys! That was only possible because of that amazing pitstop!"

"That’s another podium, Lizzie!" Felix radioed.

"Where’s Valtteri?"

"P5."

"Amazing! Good job from everyone!"

I parked the car next to Charles and watched him climb out, waiting for me. As soon as I was out I shook my head, tilting it towards his team and he understood, jumping in the awaiting arms of them. I ran up to my team and hugged everyone.

"You did fucking good, Lizzie." Max hugged me as soon as I walked back from my weighing, taking my helmet off.

"Yeah. You too. The safety car was a little unfortunate, though."

"He would’ve won anyways. He had way more pace than I had. And his tyres were better."

"Glad to hear that, Max." Charles chimed in and clapped his back, before he engulfed me in a big hug, picking me up und spinning me around "You were amazing, cara mia." he whispered in my ear.

"I’m so proud of you! You won both your home races in one year." I smiled and he sat me down, right as I was being dragged for my post race interview.

We walked down the stairs and I was talking to Max when I saw how our family proudly cheered for Charles as he stepped in front of them. Charles picked Liam up and he whispered something in his ear, making him laugh out loud, shaking his head.

"But we have to ask Lizzie first." Charles said right as I said my goodbyes to Max and joined them.

"Ask me what?" I looked at them.

"Charlie says he doesn’t want to celebrate tonight. He wants to watch a movie… so can we maybe watch a movie together? You and Charlie and me?" Liam looked up at me with his big puppy eyes and I smiled.

"Just us three? What’s with Mummy? Oma? Pops?" I asked and he turned in Charles’ arms looking at said people.

"I have movie night with you every week! But not with Charlie and Lizzie!"

"If Lizzie and Charlie are ok with it?" Sissy looked at me and Charles.

"Popcorn, ice cream and pizza? How does that sound?" I said and Liam’s eyes lit up.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" he clapped excitedly and I kissed his cheek.

"Alright. Later on you go with mummy back to the hotel and get bed ready, Lizzie and I try to be done here as fast as possible and then we pick you up and have our little movie night!" Charles said and I nodded.

"Okay!" Liam hugged Charles before he was sat down on the ground "See you later!"

We watched how they walked away and Charles looked at me.

"A movie night with my two favourite people sounds better than any party the team could’ve planned!"

"Are you really sure? You won. If you change your mind we can go later tonight?" I asked but he shook his head.

"Nope. I just want to get back to your hotel and watch a movie. A perfect night." he hugged.

"What my race winner wants, my race winner gets!"

I looked over, Liam snuggled into Charles side, Liams head on his chest, his arm curled around the little boy, keeping him close. Both asleep, soft snores escaping their mouths. I chuckled a little and took the bowl of popcorn, carefully getting up, grabbing my phone and waking into the bathroom.

"Hi, you want me to pick him up?" Sissy asked.

"They fell asleep. All cuddled up together. I let them sleep. Can you just bring some clothes and his bag for tomorrow? Then Charles and I can go to the karting track with him right when we get up. You can sleep in, for a change."

"Sounds amazing, but are you sure? You know he’s an early bird."

"Just like me…"

"Yeah but you had a race today, the last days weren’t easy, it would be okay if you were a little exhausted!" she sounded worried.

"I’m good. Really! I realised something today…"

"And that is?"

"No matter what I’m doing, there always will be people who hate me, have a problem with what I’m doing, how I look, what I wear, how I behave, what I wear… I can’t change their opinion. So I don’t give a fuck anymore. I’m done with feeling bad. I do what I love most. And I do it the way I want to."

"Sounds good to me. I’ll be down in 5."

It was true. After reading all the negative comments, seeing the posts, videos and what not, about the Netflix deal the whole last night I realised that no matter what I did, it was never enough. If someone decided to hate me, then I couldn’t make them change their mind. They had to do that themselves and if they didn’t want to? Then it’s their problem. I wouldn’t let them drag me down again and again for doing what I love so fiercely. I got up when Sissy texted me that she was outside my door.

"Here are fresh clothes, I packed some extra clothes because you never know! If there’s anything, give me a call."

"I will and now order yourself a cocktail and enjoy your night off."

"Don’t worry, I will." she grinned and walked away.

I took Charles rings and watch carefully off and put them on the bedside table. Then I pulled the blanket from underneath them and tucked them gently in, kissing both their cheeks, before climbing in next to them in bed, switching the light off. Scooting a little closer, getting sleepy. Tiredness taking over.

"Cara mia?" Charles whispered after a while and I hummed quietly.

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

"I love you too and now sleep. You need your energy, because today was your only victory in Italy for this week!"

"We’ll see…"

His soft chuckle was the last thing I heard, before I fell asleep.

The whole elevator ride up Liam was chuckling.

"Don’t look at me like it’s my fault!" he said and I groaned.

"Are you kidding me?"

"Hey! You’re the grown up!" he laughed.

"You’re turning 5 in 5 months… sorry that I thought I could give you something to drink without you spilling it all over yourself! Ruining the last set of fresh clothes that I had for you!" I sighed and he chuckled even more as we walked out on the corridor "Can you please help me?" I looked at Charles who held his hands up.

"Nope. You two are doing fine." he said and I shot him a glare, taking the key card out of my bag.

"You’re a traitor!" I whisper shouted and he laughed right as we walked inside the room "Sissy? We need new clothes for Liam, I don’t know if you’ve seen my text…" I said loudly into the room when we heard shuffling and rummaging, rounding the corner. Sissy stood in front of us, covered in only a towel, her hand on the closet door.

"Sorry!" Charles held his hands in front of his eyes and turned around "I didn’t see anything."

"H-Hi? What umm- what are you doing here?" Sissy sounded out of breath "I thought you would take him with you to the karting track?"

"We were in our way when Mr. I won’t spill my juice well spilled his juice all over himself… didn’t you get my text?" I looked around for her phone "Did you just get up?"

"What? No? I took a shower and now I wanted to get ready and meet you at the track!"

"Oh, okay. Charles, help Liam out of his dirty clothes, please." I turned to him and he nodded, Liam already throwing his wet shirt on the floor "We can wait for you and then all go tog-…"

"NO!" she all but shouted and I looked at her "I mean no, you don’t have to wait! You know how long I take to get ready! You guys go and we’ll meet there! All good!"

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah? I mean? Are you?"

"I am…"

"So, see you on track then?" she clapped her hands together.

"Fresh clothes for Liam?" I cocked an eyebrow.

"Umm- right…" she didn’t move.

"Can you give them to me?"

"Sure."

"Okay? Then do it?"

"I will."

"Yeah? Then open the closet and hand them to me?"

"What?"

"Closet? Behind you? Fresh clothes for your son?"

"Umm…"

"Is there a reason why you won’t open that closet?"

"No?" she laughed nervously and the realisation hit me. I looked around and spotted a pair of shoes. And I knew those shoes.

"Okay, then open it?" I grinned and she blushed "Come on! Open the doors, your son needs new clothes…"

She still didn’t move her eyes looking everywhere but at me.

"Charles, can you go with Liam to the bathroom please? He’s probably a little sticky… I’ll bring you the fresh clothes in a minute."

"Sure, come on Bubba. Mum and auntie are in some weird kind of conversation…" he whispered taking Liams hand, leading him in the bathroom.

"Girls are so weird!" Liam giggled and the door closed.

Sissy sighed and I leaned on the table.

"Are you hiding Daniel Ricciardo in your closet?" I laughed.

"What?" Charles voice rang out from the bathroom.

"Oh god. Can this day get any worse?" Sissy mumbled and looked down.

I pushed myself off of the table and walked towards her, her eyes widened.

"Are you decent, Daniel?" I asked and I’ve never seen my sisters face this red.

"Not really, no…" his voice sounded muffled.

"Okay… I turn around and you hand my sister some clothes for Liam, is that alright?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Thanks."

As soon as I had the clothes I pushed them in Charles waiting hands at the bathroom door, his face flushed from not laughing out loud.

"Hurry up please!" I said and he nodded, dressing Liam up.

"I’m not a baby! I can do it alone!" he protested but Charles shook his head.

"I love you, Bubba, but we’re in a hurry and you need too long!"

"Unfair." he groaned as Charles picked him up.

"Alright, we’re leaving!" I said as the two boys came out of the bathroom "See you later, then we can have a nice talk?"

"Yeah, whatever." Sissy rolled her eyes

"Wait! I want to give Mummy a kiss!" Liam whined and Charles looked at me with big eyes.

"Okay, a quick one!" she said and crossed the room, as the door of the closet opened slowly.

"Oh shit, no, no, no, no, no!" Daniel exclaimed and tried to grasp the door.

"Okay, bye!" Sissy pecked Liams cheek and pushed him and Charles towards the door. I waved a red headed Daniel, covering his down under region and followed Charles and Liam out.

"Take your time…" I whispered to my sister as she slammed the door shut.

We walked quickly and in total silence to the elevator and as soon as the door closed Charles looked at me, eyes full of tears of suppressed laughter.

"Why was Daniel Ricciardo hiding in Mummy’s closet? Did they play hide and seek?" Liam asked and Charles and I lost it, both laughing out loud, tears streaming down our faces, Liam looking confused at us "Did Mummy lose?"

"Oh no Bubba, I think Mummy won…" I said, breathing heavily.

"Yeah, I think so too." Charles was almost breathless.

"He’s really good!" Max stated as he got out of his kart, together with his nephew "This little one here is not ready yet."

"What did you expect? He’s not even 2!" I laughed, ruffling the little boy’s, a hard copy of Max, hair.

"With 2 I drove my first race."

"Of course." I rolled my eyes and slapped his shoulder, right as I heard a screeching followed by metal crashing on metal. I turned around in horror, seeing how Charles jumped out of his kart, discarding his helmet and running to the little mountain of debris. My heart skipped a beat.

"Liam!" I croaked out, a lump formed in my throat, I didn’t even realise that I was running towards Charles already.

"It’s okay Liam, it’s all okay!" Charles cooed and I fell down on my knees next to him, watching how he gently took off Liams helmet "Is it only your arm? Or somewhere else?"

"Arm only." tears streaming down his face.

"Okay, that’s good! You’re doing amazing!" Charles carefully picked Liam up and stood up. I quickly did the same, looking at the wrecked kart "Hospital. Now." Charles looked at me and I gulped.

"Are you sure we shouldn’t call an ambulance?" I was unsure.

"They take too long! We’re faster! Come on!" Charles nodded towards the exit, starting to walk off.

I looked at the wrecked kart, when I saw what caused the crash.

"Lizzie!" Charles shouted and I flinched, turning around. He said something to Max who only nodded and I followed him outside to the car, where he buckled Liam into his car seat.

"Stay with me, Charlie." he sobbed and Charles nodded, handing me the keys.

"I try to call Sissy!" I already dialled her number, but only got the mailbox. I called her again and again. The whole way to the hospital, following Charles’ instructions. Nothing. I groaned in frustration.

"Are we there yet?" Liam whimpered from the backseat.

"Almost Bubba. Lizzie is driving as fast as she can." Charles held him close, stroking his back and kissing his head.

"I’m so sorry, Liam. It was my fault." I said, blinking tears away. I felt Charles hand on my shoulder, gently squeezing it.

"It was an accident. It wasn’t your fault." he said but I shook my head.

"I should’ve checked the kart first."

"You did! You couldn’t anticipate that the suspension would break!"

"But I… I was taking care of him. He was with me. I didn’t… it’s my fault. He got hurt while I was watching over him…" my voice hoarse.

"It wasn’t your fault! Stop it now! We’re here. Everything will be fine!" Charles unbuckled his seatbelt as soon as I parked the car and jumped out, running around the car getting Liam out, carrying him carefully in. I swallowed hard and followed them.

"… are you the father?" a nurse said and I looked up.

"No, I’m his uncle. This is his aunt. His mother is at the hotel, we couldn’t reach her. But we keep trying! Just take care of him." Charles said to the nurse, while he sat Liam on a stretcher.

"Alright. Then let’s go little man. Sir, you and your wife can come with us." the nurse said and Charles took my hand and pulled me with him.

"He’s in good hands, Lizzie. He will be fine." Charles whispered and I nodded, silent tears streaming down my face.

I watched how a doctor carefully examined Liams arm, silent tears running down his cheek, Charles stood next to him, holding his hand and stroking his back. It was all happening in a blur. I wasn’t even sure if I heard everything correctly that was said.

"I would say it’s a simple and clean break of the radius, I can’t feel any splintering. But to be 100% sure we make an x-ray." the doctor said and Charles nodded "But before that, you’ll get a little cup of magic juice. Then the pain will be gone in no time." and right on cue the nurse from before came in with a tray with a little cup and a big cup on it.

"Here, the magic juice might have a little bitter after taste." she handed Liam the small cup and waited for him to empty it, then handed him the big cup with water "I come back in five minutes and get you to take a nice little picture of your bones, how does that sound?"

"Will you cut open my arm? To see my bones?" Liam made big eyes and Charles chuckled a little.

"No! We have a special camera that can take pictures through your flesh."

"Just like Superman?"

"Exactly!" she smiled and booped his nose "You are a clever one!" Liam blushed a little and began to giggle "You will feel a little funny and maybe even a little tingly because of the magic juice." Liam nodded and she left.

"You’re doing amazing, Bubba." Charles kissed his head, not moving from his side, while I just sat there. Unable to move, to talk, to do anything at all. I was in shock. I was supposed to look after him. And I failed.

"Alright little man! Let’s go. Your aunt and uncle will have to wait here, but don’t worry I will take good care of you!" the nurse helped Liam to sit in a wheelchair and left. I was looking at the closed door and didn’t even realise that Charles sat down next to me.

"Cara mia? Are you okay?" he whispered as he took my hands in his, turning me to look at him.

"I was supposed to take care of him." I mumbled and he sighed, pulling me into him "I failed."

"Stop it. You couldn’t know that this was happening! You took care of him! Like you always do! It’s not your fault, you hear me?" Charles tried to reassure me but I shook my head.

"Look how you took care of him! You held his hand, were by his side while I sat here and did nothing but staring at him. Not even saying anything encouraging to him. Nothing!" a new wave of tears was streaming down my face and Charles cupped my cheeks, wiping them away with his thumbs.

"You were under shock! It’s okay! He is okay! Did you see how he smiled at the nurse? How he pretended to be like a strong boy who wasn’t in pain whenever she came in? The little charmer tried to impress her." Charles chucked and I looked at him.

"I didn’t even realise that. I was so lost in my thoughts." I whispered and he nodded.

"It’s all okay. It’s just a simple break. They will fix it. He will have a cast for a bit and then he will have a cool story to tell back home." Charles stroked my back and I nodded, right as they brought Liam back in.

The doctor looked at the pictures, explaining Liam what he could see and to everyone’s relief it was really just a simple and clean break, that needed no special fixing, only a cast to keep it still.

"Now you have to decide what colour you want. We can make it white, blue or red." the doctor asked Liam and he had a big smile on his face.

"Red!" he said determined and I had to chuckle a little. Red. Just like Ferrari.

"Good choice! Any special reason?"

"Charlie drives for Ferrari and Ferrari is red. And Lizzie drives for Audi, they’re also kinda red. So of course red!" Liam explained proudly and I smiled at him.

"Here is a prescription for some painkillers. Check in with his doctor back home in the next 3-4 weeks. Maybe the cast can be removed by then already." the doctor said and I nodded.

"Thank you so much!" I smiled at him and shook his hand.

"Yeah, thank you." Charles shook his hand as well "Ready to go, Bubba?" Liam nodded, yawning a little.

"The pain medication from earlier will make him a little drowsy, maybe a little nap and enough to drink, then he’ll be fine in no time!" the nurse said and Liam smiled at her "Goodbye, little man! You were so tough!" she gently ruffled his hair and Liam giggled.

"Goodbye, nurse Isabella. You were an amazing nurse!" he said and wiggled his eyebrows.

"Okay, little Casanova, time to go." Charles chuckled, hosting him up and carrying him.

The whole way outside he was waving to nurse Isabella.

"She was pretty." Liam said as I opened the doors.

"She really was." I laughed but then I saw Sissy rushing towards us, closely followed by Mum and Dad. Daniel was waiting a little behind with Max and his nephew.

"What happened?" she asked and kissed Liams cheek, looking at his arm "Lizzie? What happened?" she looked at me and I began to stutter.

"H-He drove- umm suspen- suspension broke and he broke and he’s- he’s umm…" the panic in her eyes made my anxiety shot through the roof. Charles sensed it and stepped closer, rubbing soothing circles with his hand on my waist, pulling me into him, while still holding onto Liam.

"The suspension of his kart broke, we don’t know why. He spun out and crashed into a barrier. He let go of the steering wheel and his arm made contact with the barrier. He’s okay. An easy and clean break of the radius. No surgery needed. He will have the cast for at least 3-4 weeks, then you should see your doctor at home. And it might can come off. Here’s some prescription for painkillers. He’s a little… well yeah kinda high because of something he got earlier. He’s a little tired. Let him sleep, give him enough to drink and he’ll be okay in no time." he said and Sissy nodded, looking at me.

"Lizzie?" she said and I shook my head, Charles stepped away.

"I’m sorry! I swear I checked the kart before! I don’t know how it happened!" I said and she hugged me, I sobbed, apologising over and over again.

"Hey! He’s okay! Right? Nothing bad happened! It’s okay! It’s not your fault!" she whispered but I shook my head.

"I was supposed to take care of him and I fa-…"

"You took care of him. He’s okay! It’s not going to be his first broken bone! At his age you had already broken your arm twice and your leg once! Don’t forget about your elbow on Christmas!” she said and I chuckled through the tears.

"Yeah that was stupid." I sniffled a little.

"It just showed that you would fight for what you want! You didn’t get a bike, we did, you wanted to have one as well so you climbed on mine to steel it… well we know how it ended!"

"I actually didn’t want to steel it… I wanted to break it." I admitted and Sissy laughed.

"Wow! Okay!" she pulled away and wiped my tears off of my cheeks "Are you okay?"

"Yeah… sorry…" I sighed but she shook her head.

"Stop apologising." she looked over at Liam who showed off his cast to Mum, Dad, Daniel, Max and his nephew "Look how happy he is."

"Who? Liam or Daniel…" I asked and she pinched my side.

"Very funny."

"So you and Daniel?" I winked at her.

"Me and Daniel…" she sighed a little.

"I need more than that… but not today. Today was enough. And today isn’t even over yet…" I groaned and she laughed.

"It barely even started…" Sissy took my hand and we walked over to the little group.

I saw how Dad was looking curiously at Daniel who was signing Liam’s cast. Handing the pen to Max who signed right under it.

"You have to sign as well Lizzie! Right after Charlie!" Liam said excitedly and I nodded, right as Dad pulled me to his side, kissing the side of my head.

"Why did Daniel Ricciardo arrive with your sister at the karting track?" he asked and Sissy’s cheeks were turning red, while Daniel’s smile got bigger, although he seemed a little flustered.

But before I could even say anything Liam beat me to it.

"Mummy and Daniel were playing hide and seek in Mummy’s room this morning. He was hiding in her closet. Not the worst hiding spot." he chirped and Charles laughed, trying to cover it up with a cough.

"Oh? Is that so? Interesting. Very interesting." Dad said and looked at Daniel, now blushing as well.

"Why is that interesting? It’s just hide and seek?" Liam asked confused and I laughed.

"Grown up stuff." Charles said.

"Oh? They played a grown up version of hide and seek?" he looked at Charles who almost choked up, trying hard to not laugh.

"Exactly. They played the grown up version of hide and seek!"

"I’m hungry? Is anyone else hungry? Yeah? Let’s have some lunch I’d say, right?" Sissy said hastily and pushed Charles with Liam in his arms towards our car "Come on! Let’s go!"

"Is the difference between kids hide and seek and grown up hide and seek that in the grown up version you have to be naked?" Liam asked and I lost it. Together with Charles and Max we laughed out loud. Sissy and Daniel turning even redder. Mum chuckling quietly. Dad kept looking between Liam, Daniel and Sissy.

"Interesting. Very interesting indeed."

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Chapter 25 - MONZA… I just had to let Charles win! And like the title said… DRAMA 😬 I hope you like it!

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[moodywyrm]

i have put so much thought into this and i’m not lying when i say that this, down to the smallest detail, is my dream life except instead of someone else i inserted sevika 😭

you and wife farmer!sevika buying an old farm/farmhouse together and adding your own little bits to it over time,, a decorated cellar with very tasteful alcohols for sevika and an attached sunroom with your favorite flowers, some comfy rugs and chairs, and a bookshelf with your favorite books! and sevika made sure there were the basic necessities, running water, electricity, heating nd cooling but other than that it’s simple !

and the house, aside from the added rooms is very open, you guys painted and decorated to your liking with LOTS of comfy chairs and some pillows near the huge windows where you can sit and enjoy the view (sevika) :)

nd your bedroom is The place to be, a connected bathroom, a lil balcony where you can say good morning to sevika working the field or lounging around, a big soft bed with tons of blankets, a vanity for you to dress up in your lil ribbons and cute dresses, and a huge closet for both of you.

AAAA and the kitchen!!! you spend so much time here, baking new recipes and scribbling them down in your journal-turned-cookbook that sevika bought you as a present! and of course sev tries all of them, at this point she 100% expects to come in to see some new sweet experiment you’ve been making and will always be happy to try it <3

hmmmm the backyard is lined with a newly-painted fence, a cute little gate leading to some other things, and some vines or flowers growing on it. and wanting to be the ever helpful little wife you decide to grow some fruit trees and other fruits there so you can sell them at the market!! which everyone loves ofc they just can’t get enough of you and sevika and how well you compliment each other,,

and behind the house is a stream leading to a clean pond with some huge willow and oak trees, which give it nice shade. you guys visit frequently to swim on hot days. and spread throughout the house are trinkets that you’ve acquired, some rocks and other interesting knickknacks that you’ve found.

and every other day there you are, packing up with sevika to head down to the local market and sell your goods !! you with your cute dresses or overalls or cute flowy shirts, standing at the front selling and chatting to people, making new friends to invite to your picnics!! and sevika is in the back, arms crossed and leaning against the back of the stall, staring down anyone who tries to make an advance on you or tries to scam you.

i’ve put way too much thought into this and i could keep going 😭 i’ve got a ~4 hour flight back and i can absolutely write that whole time

- 🩷

@pinknightsinmymind baby we have another coparent bc as far as I’m concerned this is Canon. I have thoughts on how you and farmer Sevika meet, that involve you owning the farm first and needing help :) but this is quite literally exactly how I imagine the farmhouse that develops over the years 💕💕

pinky baby this is so fucking cute I could keep reading it forever 💕💕

[diosama27]

Yakuza Jotaro x chubby reader

I was on my way to my part time job suddenly a car pulled over with big guys in it, that's all I remember and now I'm lying in this freakingly comfy bed all naked what the hell actually happened!??

Yes, so this was the situation don't get me wrong you were not completely naked you had some huge white shirt over your chubby body. Yes you heard me right, it was huge even for you the shirt was till your mid thigh and felt comfortable.

As you got out of bed and wanted to explore the room you tripped over something and fell

But suddenly you realised that you were naked and in someone's place so you thought something happened and started to panick when you heard the door open, your heart began beating as fast as it could.

There stood a huge well built man, he looked soo intimidating as he stood infront of you enjoying the view infront of him

He kneeled down and held your chin with his index finger and thumb to make you face him and he examined you. You could see the satisfaction in his face as you turned your face away cos you were super embarrassed to face this insanely handsome man in your current state, trying to hide your exposed legs and shoulders.

He picked you up and placed you on the bed as if you weighted nothing and he came closer to you, but you tried to maintain some distance between the too of you. As you were trying to move you hit the wall and jumped as the cold wall was against your back meanwhile you could feel his hot breath on your skin, you tried to push him but it was just impossible

You didn't want a stranger to do as he please with you so you tried to run but he caught up. His eyes were full of lust. You didn't want to lose your virginity like this to a stranger you had a person who you loved and wanted to live your dream life with your lover.

So you pushed him away but he insisted and kissed you. You were scared of him who forced himself on you. You found his pocket knife on the table next to you. You stabbed him with the knife when he tried to rip off your shirt.

He stood there as if it was nothing but heard him call the gaurds and you found your chance to escape because there was a commotion among the gaurds who where now in the room.

You ran towards your house hoping you would see your lover, there was a tall figure standing in the road of your part time job

It was your boyfriend he was there standing with his phone worried about you. You ran and hugged him and cried in his arms as he took you back home, you explained everything he consoled you.

"I think it'll be better to cantact the police" he said and heard the door slam as someone enters the room

Your boyfriend gets infront of you trying to protect you from the tall man he asked "what is it that you want? If its Money? Please wait, I'll make arrangements for it."

Before he can complete the sentence you heard a gun shot. That man shot your boyfriend, jotaro shot his leg, he was on the ground, his leg was bleeding and he was screaming in pain, you didn't know what was happening, you were screaming at the top of your lungs " what are you doing this for? Why are you here? Why are you doing this to us???!!!!" You were crying and trying to cover your boyfriend's wound with your hand but the yakuza pulled you up as you suddenly fainted cause of all the incidents from morning making you exhausted, as you were about to fall the tall man caught you and threw you over his shoulders

(AN: you are super chubby but for him it was just a piece of cake to carry you around, be it on his shoulders or bridal style anything was super easy for jotaro, it didn't even require the least amount of effort for him to carry you)

He then ordered the men to bring your lover along with them, when your boyfriend said "please don't kill me, please spare my life you can take her and do as you please. I won't interfere please spare my life" as he pleaded

"AN: Bang!!!!"

He was shot on the same leg again and dragged to the car. He pleaded but it was of no use

Since you fainted you never knew about this

Jotaro placed you on the seat next to himself and drove you to his place.

Yn pov:

You had all this flashbacks and suddenly got up to seeing jotaro scanning your body, face and the way you were sleep everything you felt disgusted.

You didn't know why or what he liked in you, you were just a big girl, nothing much, you started to cry on the bed

When you saw him coming closer, you tried to move away and screamed in his face.

"Why are you doing this? let me go, I want to see him, I want to be with him"

All you could hear was a dark chuckle

"You were the first woman to ever touch me and go against my will. I want to make you mine"

He just pulled you roughly and pinned both your chubby soft hands on either side of your head against the wall with his huge rough hands. You were struggling to get out of his grasp but he then forced himself on you and kissed you as you were still struggling he put more of his weight on you, so were not able to wriggle anymore

Jotaro kissed you lustfully as tears ran down your chubby cheeks, he was enjoying himself

He licked your bottom lip to enter in your mouth but ofcourse you denied it, so he bit your bottom lip making you open your mouth and took his chance to enter in and explore his now owned new territory, you could feel himself smirking against your skin as he won dominance

(AN: well ofcourse he won <(￣︶￣)> )

He said " your mine now and you will always be, so keep that in your mind yn. Please don't waste your time and fight against me there is no where to escape now, where ever you go I'll be after you. Your mine."

[tf2-oneshots]

(2/3) and then Snap to a few weeks later, where Everyone is gathered into what would be the Mercs equivalent to a Living room. Engie makes a comment like "thanks, Darlin' you're the best" after Spy got him something he needed, which then instinctively both Demo and Scout rise to argue for their partners, and all three are just having this compliment war in complete view of their partners and their teammates, which they all swore to never do for fear of their partners never letting it go(which they were correct, they don't)

Part two! Part one is here!

Warnings: none!

Rating: Teen and up for Medic boobs lol

“We all set for movie night?” Bowl of popcorn in hand, Scout takes his seat in the common room. He steals a few pieces, washing them down with a sip of his Bonk. He gets comfy on the good side of the couch as Engineer and Demo take their seats.

“Got the beer, the candy, and the film. Ain’t nothing left, right?” The three look around, mentally checking off each item. There were enough snacks to make it through half the movie between the three of them. Drinks to combat the salty seasoning Demo mixed into the popcorn.

“You know what? Forgot the blanket. Goddamnit, I just got comfy.” The Engineer huffs, picturing the massive blanket folded on the kitchen table where he left it. The Texan grunts, begrudgingly working himself to standing when soft fabric grazes his cheek. Turning to the source, Spy is placing their blanket in Engineer’s lap.

“I believe this is yours, mon inventeur.” Spy leans in, stealing a chaste kiss. Her gloved hand rests on the American’s cheek before they part ways. Spy gives him a smile before he stands upright once more.

“Well, ain’t you a peach? Thank you kindly, Spy.” Scout gags, unusually loud this time. The couple roll their eyes and Spy huffs. Leave it to the brat to find real romance unappealing. He steps away from the couch to join everyone else in the adjacent dining room.

“I’ll take my leave. If I stay, Scout may shrivel and die.” She comments before crossing through the doorframe. Once out of earshot, Engineer spreads the blanket between the three of them. He gives the men a smug look, hitting the play button for their movie.

“Y’all’s boys ever do that for you?” Both Scout and Demo roll their eyes. Despite the film beginning, Scout makes a point to turn and face Engineer. He’s careful not to spill the popcorn sitting in his lap while doing so.

“Sniper got me a whole case of Irish whiskey. The top shelf brand too. That’s love right there.” Said case sits in his room with the rest of his special occasion drinks. As tempted as he is to snatch a bottle or two, Demo has to reserve them for when it matters.

“Dude, that’s nothing. Medic called me his dove last night. Yeah, you heard me! Dove. Do you even, like, know how much that means? I’m basically a married man now.” The older men groan, denying the fact that Scout is married over a pet name. If it were that easy, Engineer would be married to every woman he’s called ‘hon’ in his life.

“Spy’s got eyes as blue as the summer sky. Ain’t nothing like them.” A pretty blue that Engineer can’t help stare into when they spend time together. He never noticed at first due to his tinted goggles, but when he saw the pair unfiltered, his heart skipped a beat.

“Medic’s the best to cuddle though. That dude is soft as hell cause he’s got huge—“ A metal hand slaps itself over Scout’s mouth. If Engineer had done it any harder, the impact might have finally fixed Scout’s overbite.

Adjacent to the trio, the three men in question had been playing a game of poker. A game that was discarded the moment they heard their lovers debating who was best. All three sit in shock, listening to their partners bicker.

“Congrats on the jugs, mate.” Sniper chuckles as Medic crosses his arms to cover the pair. The doctor rolls his eyes, listening in as Engineer goes on a tirade of compliments towards Spy. Said Frenchman leans back to sip his wine.

“Well, isn’t Engineer a romantic? Your brutes could learn from him.” The ramble is cut off by Demo who begins listing off many of Sniper’s best qualities. His rugged voice, he’s upper body strength, that cute birthmark on his lower back. The last of which causing the Aussie to blush.

“Don’t need romance when my mate’s obsessed with me. Love’s got a big heart in him.” This of course, is only the beginning. With compliments and praises pouring from the three men, their lover’s egos inflated rapidly. Spy’s smugness doubled, Sniper’s pride grew massive, and Medic felt the sudden urge to pull more praises from Scout by any means possible.

Part two is done! Stay tuned for part three! -H

[beehindblueeyes]

Long rant on how Cool you are

Dude.

I just wanted to say that you are one of my favorite Black Phone fic writers(& just fans in general, really). This fandom is filled with what I feel are literal children(like 12 yr-olds) and you are one of the very, very few mature people that genuinely care about having good fics with good plots that aren't chat fics with so many spelling errors I can hardly understand them at all(I cannot stress how much I hate all these chat fics. The way they all stereotype these poor kids hurts so bad!)

And don't even get me started on all the Character(KID/MINOR/UNDERAGE/WHAT IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE) X Grabber fics there are, or the Y/N X Grabber, or Character X Reader.

And I love all the research you do on the 70s and how Ghosts act!! I come here often to see what your expertise is when I'm unsure of what a living-room should look like or whether Finney having a therapist makes sense or not lol. Not to mention your analysis on the Ghost Boys(I love them so much!! tbh I kinda follow your view on them when I'm writing them).

And seeing you care so much makes me do my own research knowing that there could be more people like you reading my fics that care about those kind of things((I am one of those people lol I love when fics are consistent with the source material!!))

Dude you have no idea how much this means to me, a lot of the time I feel like I’m putting my posts or my “time period guides “ out into the void. Sure they’ll get likes but no one ever says anything? It’s hard to know if people care and if I’m actually making a difference/people take my advice. I’m 🥺

I’m glad you like my writing! While also sad to hear chat fics are still a major problem. I went semi inactive in this fandom about a year ago and that sort of thing was rampant then— I get it’s a bunch of kids but it’s the refusal to try to actually get the characters or the world they live in. Idk I’ve just never been comfy with wackyyy texting modern AUs for…a bunch of murdered preteen boys… the fandom somehow infantilizes them and makes them too mature? How do you do that.

There was a real tendency to age up Vance in particular because a lot of people find him attractive like he isn’t 14-15 MAX.

Never been a x reader person but the grabber ones in particular is… weird. I know Ethan hawk is good looking but why do a bunch of grown women want to get with a canonical pedophile serial killer? … I uh… I don’t think he’d be into you.

No but again I’m just a huge puddle on the floor rn man I’m so glad I influenced you to care and all that? That I touched at least one person, y’a know? Aaa