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hey-kae · 2 years

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Hi! I absolutely love your works✨✨ and I would like to ask you for an OS angst 😢 where Charles and reader end the relationship because of hate and comments on social media. I don't know whether to end with a happy or sad ending, that's your choice 🥰.

Hate and Love

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader

Warnings: the chaos that was japan, slight implication about Charles thinking of Jules’ accident, panic attack, talk of weight and body image, needs more proofreading.

a/n: i don’t think i’m that good with the whole hate trope as i struggle to write it without feeling like it’s turning out cringey, what explains how long this took me to write and i’m still not satisfied with it. But it’s yours to judge now ig…

When you've been swinging a hammer repeatedly over a frail sheet of glass, it's it going to shatter it. There is no way around that fact.

When you keep throwing insults at a human being, you're going to break them.

Whether these things are your intentions or not doesn't change the outcome.

Rarely do we ever see any exceptions for clear and particular reasons. Everything has a reaction or consequence that is to some degree, inescapable.

The crack in the glass made itself loud and clear on the weekend of the Japanese Grand Prix.

Excited about having some time off that would allow you to support Charles on the double header of Singapore and Japan and getting to see such beautiful and unique places, you had decided to accompany him on his two week trip, not wanting to waste any opportunity to spend highly valuable time with him.

The Singapore Grand Prix went okay and by the end of the weekend, the bags were packed and you headed to the airport with Charles.

On the lengthy flight, Charles fell asleep with his head resting on your shoulder, and it honestly didn't matter how long the two of you had been dating, long enough that you had a sparkling ring sitting on your finger, the sight of that and the feel of his soft brown hair tickling your neck and cheek quickly caused your heart to race. If anything, that was just another proof of how much this man meant to you, how much you devotedly loved him.

Wanting to secure the memory in your head and into existence, you fished your phone out of your bag without moving much so you wouldn't disturb him, and you quickly snapped a selfie that showed half your face, mainly focusing at the much cherished sight of your asleep fiance.

The picture was adorable. Charles looked so cozy and at peace.

You were smiling at your phone screen, debating whether or not you should share such a harmless picture with the world.

There lies the conflict.

If any of your social media accounts had been somewhat "normal", you would've posted it without any second thoughts like you'd done with previous boyfriends you had. Sharing occasional pictures of your relationship for your friends and family to see was something that should've felt natural, and it did feel like that in the past.

Then, Charles came along.

He was somewhat of a celebrity.

You knew that since the very first time you hung out with him. If anything, that was the only thing about him that made you reluctant about getting into a relationship with him. People's huge interest in him would inevitably transfer to his partner.

As you had expected, dating Charles reformed your understanding of social media. It was no longer a source of entertainment but a business place, a space for profit and advertising and never in your life have you wanted that to be the way you used social platforms.

Suddenly, everyone was so interested in your everyday life to the point where there was accounts literally dedicated to finding out where you bought each outfit from and while it was funny for a while, you were quick to realize that the whole influencer lifestyle was in no way your cup of tea.

It didn't help that anytime you shared anything that had merely any connection to Charles, your DMs flooded with message requests and your notifications got crowded with replies and comments. One night, out of sheer boredom while Charles snored beside you in bed, you went through some messages. From that point on, there was no return route, and it sure didn't help that the engagement shone a brighter light on your relationship and how serious it was, causing the hate to double.

While some of the messages were overwhelmingly sweet, some were also overwhelmingly cruel and inconsiderate.

You promised yourself that you wouldn't let these things affect you nor the beautiful and genuine connection you had with Charles, that you wouldn't even check the messages and comments again in the first place.

But as the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat.

It turned into a repeated pattern, a compulsion you couldn't get rid of.

Therefore, you continued staring at the picture, you thumb hovering over the share button until Charles startled you.

"Tout va bien, bébé?" Everything's okay, baby?

You locked your phone and let it fall onto your lap before assuring him that everything was okay.

"Oui, cheri. Tout est bien." Yes, darling. Everything is okay. You smiled, wrapping one arm around him and allowing your head to rest on his, your eyes closing as you attempted to push out all the negative things and remarks, redirecting your focus onto the man by your side.

That position didn't hit the minute mark since Charles moved so he was sat a bit more upright and pulled you close to him so your head rested on his chest, his arm around your back while he looked down at you through half opened eyes.

"Tu sais bien que tu peux me dire n'importe quoi, n'est ce pas?" You know that you can tell me anything, right? He reassured, sensing that something about the way you were behaving was not quite right.

"Oui, je sais cela. I promise you, there's nothing worth mentioning." Yeah, i know that... You replied and tilted your head up to press a quick kiss onto his cheek.

With that, he let the subject go, ignoring the instinctive feeling in his chest telling him to make sure that everything was alright but he had no concrete proof that anything was going wrong so he forced himself to push the suspicions to the back of him mind.

That was supposed to be the end of that issue. You promised yourself to actually act normally and not allow stupid comments and remarks to taint your relationship with Charles.

It said a lot that you were engaged to Charles. You literally wanted to marry him, you saw your future with him and at this point, you couldn't really imagine a life without him by your side so you found it unreasonable and just plain idiotic to allow strangers who lived cities and countries away to interfere between him and you.

However, as the weekend processed and pictures of you with Charles popped up on the internet, that last thought seemed to be morphing. All you wanted was an escape, a break from the judgmental critics and the suspicious fans overanalyzing every move and post you made. With every passing hour, you were reminded why you rarely ever showed your relationship with Charles publicly and openly.

People knew you existed and they knew that you and Charles were engaged but when they aren't reminded of that, they tend to ease up a little bit on you. Therefore, it goes without saying that the opposite had been happening during those two weeks.

After qualifying, having watched the session from the pit box since Charles asked you to, you posted a quick shot of him as he was being photographed with Max and Carlos. You hadn't thought the post through, just supporting for your fiancé and wanting to share that openly. But as you laid sleepless in bed, the jet lag getting to you after Charles passed out of exhaustion, you realized that was a mistake.

Your DMs were flooded with messages, some positive and some negative but it seemed like you couldn't bring yourself to focus on the love you were getting, not when the opposing words were so cruel, hitting quite close to home.

People were going on and on about how you were like Charles' shadow. To them, it looked like you wouldn't let him breathe, that you followed him everywhere and limited his freedom.

Apparently, you were insecure about the relationship and you were essentially following him across the planet not to support him, but to supervise his actions, as if you would've agreed to marry a man you didn't trust.

Not only were they speculating about the relationship, the comments about your body were downright disturbing under some of the photos captured when you were spotted around the paddock. There were pictures of you eating and the comments under them were disgusting. Even the compliments were worded so crudely that it made your skin crawl as you read through them.

But what hurt the most is people saying you weren't enough, that you weren't worthy of dating someone like Charles, that you were forcing him to commit, that you were using him for fame when in reality, you hated every bit of unnecessary attention you got through dating him.

Everyone was preaching about the way he could do so much better, posting pictures of his exes and comparing your looks to theirs.

Looking through these messages and comments was overwhelming, even suffocating to a certain extent but for some reason, you couldn't put the phone down.

Does she have to always be there?!

Is it just me or is she gaining weight?

I wish Charles would wake up and see why she's really dating him

It's giving... attention seeker

ngl his ex was prettier and they were a cuter couple

The remarks went on and on and you lost yourself in the masses of words that night, forgetting where you were, forgetting that Charles was asleep right beside you, forgetting how much he loves you and how he always went out of his way to remind you of that. Your thoughts were hypnotized by strangers online and you couldn't think of anything else other than what you were reading, not even the words that made you cry when Charles had said them to you the night he went from being your boyfriend to being your fiancé.

You didn't even realize you were crying but the hot tears dropped onto your pajama pants when you sat up in a hurry, gasping for air.

You couldn't breathe properly, your lungs felt like they were collapsing, your hands were freezing and shaking out of control until the words on the screen of your phone and the pictures of Charles hugging you after qualifying turned into a streaky blur of colors that you couldn't even comprehend.

You needed a quick escape, some fresh air but you felt stranded, in a unfamiliar country where you had no idea about where you could go.

Suddenly, you were too aware of the sheets covering your body and even that felt too heavy to be bearable.

With wobbling legs, you pushed off the covers and stumbled onto your feet, even in this state making sure that Charles was still covered.

Nothing felt alright.

You felt like you were loosing it and instead of considering waking Charles up, you thanked god he was in deep slumber.

Tunnel vision took over, making the room darker and smaller than it already was. Your heart felt heavy in your chest. You could hear the rush of blood in your ears. Your body was tingling like if was going numb. Your throat felt dry and tight. Your tears were streaming out of control. You were was having chills all over as you broke out in a cold sweat. The loud noise from the street by the hotel felt so distant but somehow, the sound of Charles breathing was deafeningly loud.

You felt like you were loosing control.

With absolutely no clue of how you made it out of the bedroom, you burst through the balcony door, longing for a fresh breeze, the chilly night air feeling like it was waking up every nerve in your body.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." you kept mumbling as you allowed yourself to fall into the floor, hugging your knees to your chest as you finally broke into sobs instead of the panicked, silent cries.

You were never confident growing up, always the calm sister, the shy cousin but really, you were insecure. For years, you worked on yourself until you finally got yourself to participate in social settings, to meet new people. Hell, it took years until you stopped reaching for a pillow to put in your lap every time you sat down, until you could walk in public without crossing your arms in front of you, until you found it in yourself to wear anything you wanted, until you could laugh without covering your mouth.

Therefore, it was undeniable that when you were met with such remarks, every past wound was reopened, and to be fair, the energy it took for you to build yourself into a confident woman was one you didn't have at the moment. You couldn't afford to go down that rabbit hole again. Once in your life was already too much.

You looked out onto the bright city lights, one striking thought now torturing your mind.

Charles.

Charles in your life meant curious eyes and endless criticism. There is no way around that unless he hid you from the world for evermore, and you weren't naïve enough to believe that would be possible, not if you wanted to marry him proudly and have your own little family with him.

That's when your heart broke and the sobs got ten times worse while your opposite hand wrapped around the diamond ring on your finger.

The man asleep a few feet away from you was everything you'd ever wished for.

He was the prince charming that you dreamt of finding back when you were a toddler watching princess movies, beaming over happy endings and escaping on a white horse. Charles was the one who satisfied that little girl's dreams during adult days that felt endless and hopeless and so painfully dull.

Middle school you who described the man she'd marry years down the road in excessive details in her diary would be in disbelief to see Charles exceeding all the impossibly high expectations she set, even after she ditched them when she was forced to face the real world.

He was perfect and you loved him beyond words, more than you ever thought was possible and you were just so ready to have it that way until forever and a day, until you grew old with his hand in yours.

Countless times, you imagined your wedding, the days after it, the look on Charles' face. You imagined having kids with him, watching him become a father and being the amazing dad you knew for sure he would be, holding the children you'd have and teaching them how to do anything and everything, maybe even how to race. Every detail that you were so sure would become true at some point had passed through your mind so many times, sending your kids to school, watching them grow up with the love of your life right by your side for it all, sharing every moment, milestone and event with Charles, happy or sad.

You wanted everything with him, the good and the bad.

But then, the image of the teenager you once were, stood timidly in front of the mirror, hating what she saw took over. You remembered when you didn't have the confidence to even present a project in school, when every little critic tore you apart and broke you to pieces.

The future was pushed right out of your mind as you let the past take over, dread washing over you like frozen water as you realized just how easily this situation you were in could drive you back to your old ways.

As the memory of crying your nights away and fearing the days came resurfaced, the face of younger you, so hopeful and full of life flashed in your mind and that was when you realized you couldn't fail her, no matter how flawless your relationship with Charles was, it was still breaking you.

As you came to the realization, the cries became too loud and even from your spot on the balcony, you were afraid to wake Charles up. You clasped your hand over your mouth, muffling the sobs and gasps, your eyes screwing shut as you struggled to catch your breath, the tears falling out of your eyes heavy and uncontrollable.

You couldn't afford waking him up right now, facing his gentle looks and caring words but No matter how quiet you attempted to be, it didn't work.

"Cherie," Charles' worried toned startled you, making you fumble to wipe away the tears, "what is happening?" He asked, crouching down in front of you immediately.

His hair was ruffled and messy. He was barefoot and was messily but warmly dressed for bed. His eyes were hazy with sleep and barely opened while his hands grabbed yours to pull them away from your face.

He was a bit too caring and it made everything hurt so much more.

Through your burning eyes and clouded vision, you glanced up at him adoringly while your heart shattered into a million tiny shards.

"I love you so much, Charlie." You sobbed, reaching over and hugging him as tight as you could.

Instantly, his hands were rubbing up and down your back, trying so desperately to comfort you, but he had no clue what was going on and he was too sleepy not to be confused.

"I love you so much as well." He kissed the top of your head, "mais tu veux me dire qu'est-ce qui se passe, mon amour?" but you wanna tell me what’s happening? He asked with the softest voice, taking advantage of the way your arms were wrapped around his neck to slip his hands under you and carry you back inside to the comfortable bed where he could hold you properly.

Once he had you wrapped in a cozy hug on the mattress, he got you to look at him and his heart plummeted at the sight of your swollen eyes.

"Oh, baby." He cooed, wiping the last of your tears off your cheeks with his thumbs, "What happened?"

You felt like you could crumble under his worried looks, immensely dreading tomorrow as your eyes looked with his.

"I don't know." You attempted to push out a chuckle but Charles knew you too much.

He got you to lay your head on his chest and began brushing his fingers through your hair, thinking about what could be the reason you were crying that hard.

"Honnêtement? Je n'te crois pas. You were crying so hard, bébé..." Honestly? I don’t believe you. You were crying so hard, baby…

The heavy concern lacing his still hoarse voice was too much and you could've lied to him, came up with an excuse for the breakdown you had but you couldn't do that, not to someone you loved so much.

"I just - i don't know, cheri. Je n'veux pas en parler maintenant." I don’t want to talk about it right now. You felt Charles nod. He knew he couldn't force you to talk about something you didn't want to discuss but he wasn't gonna be at ease, not knowing why you were so upset, not able to help you through it.

"D'accord..." Okay. he said, closing his tired eyes, "Demain après la course donc?" Tomorrow after the race then?

"Ouais. Demain." Your heart ached at that. Yeah, tomorrow.

With that last promise to discuss the issue tomorrow, Charles allowed himself to relax for now, hugging you close but making sure he wouldn't be falling asleep before you.

Meanwhile your mind raced with thoughts of your plans. You couldn't help but fear that Charles would think you don't love him anymore after he would find out what you did.

"Charles..." you waited for him to look at you, "Tu sais bien que je ne mens jamais quand je te dis que je t'aimerais jusqu'à mon dernier souffle, n'est-ce pas? Promets-moi de ne jamais oublier cela” You know that i will love you until my last breath, right? Promise me to never forget that.

"Alright, baby... I don't like the sound of that. Why are you saying it like this?" He lifted his head off the pillow to look at you, his hand stilling in your hair as he tried understanding what you meant by that, especially when you were crying minutes ago, when your body was still shaking against his.

"Please tell me what's going on." He asked again, the worry and dread in his chest increasing with every word you said.

"There's really nothing going on. I just want to remind you of how much i love you." You said with a sniffle, your eyes clouding again with tears that were threatening to spill again.

"I really don't believe you, not when i'm not understanding anything at all." He sat up a bit, unable to shake the uneasy feeling he had now.

"Charles, please. On a dit qu'on en parlera plus tard et tu dois vraiment dormir car il est deja très tard et tu dois te réveiller tôt demain matin. S'il te plait, laisse ça tomber au moment." We said we’ll talk about it later and you really need to sleep because it’s already so late and you have to wake up early tomorrow. Please, let it go right now.

Sighing, he reached for the bedside lamp and turned it off, clearly not happy about this situation and making that clear to you by turning the other way and pulling the sheets right up to his neck.

You couldn't help but bite the inside of your cheek at that, feeling the tears welling up in your eyes.

"Charlie, please don't be upset. Je t'aime." I love you. You rolled onto your side, facing his back, hiding your face against it and hugging his waist as the tears started falling again.

“Bonne nuit.” Good night. He mumbled as a reply but you never let go of him, no matter how many minutes had passed.

You listened to the sound you were most grateful for, the soft thud of his heartbeat, letting it cut you deeper and harder because you were so hell bent on the fact that you deserved this pain, and once you thought he had went back to sleep, you allowed the quiet sobs and sniffles out, holding on tighter to the man you loved so deeply.

But Charles was everything but asleep. He felt your arms tighten around his waist, felt your hands clutching onto him for dear life. He heard you crying and laid there for a while, going over the past day in his head a hundred different times, desperately trying to understand what had unworldly upset you and crushed you this bad until his heart started feeling heavy with every sob that met his ears and at that point, he no longer felt like insisting on finding out what had happened. He just wanted to comfort you.

He sighed heavily and turned to face you, immediately bringing you to hide in his chest and between his sheltering arms, his hand on the back of your head securing you into this position that he knew you found so comforting.

The gesture only made you cry harder, this time the sounds muffled by having Charles so close.

"Shh, bébé." He kissed the top of your head while his heart felt like it was being torn apart, "I've got you, mon amour. Calm down."

That night you fell asleep for one singular reason and that way your eyes burning beyond comprehension, forcing you into slumber. Once your tensed body relaxed in Charles hold, he realized that you just exhausted yourself into sleep and that fact alone brought him so close to crying himself. However, he wasn't an idiot. He was well aware he shouldn't be staying up any longer, that he couldn't risk not being able to drive at a 100% in the conditions expected for the race, so he allowed his eyes to fall shut while making sure he had you held as close as possible.

When you woke up next morning, you were alone in bed and as soon as you checked your phone for the Japanese time, you realized why. The race was starting in less than two hours and you were still asleep.

With a worrying scowl on your face, you got up and headed for the bathroom, still trying to make sense of why Charles hadn't woken you up earlier. In the mirror over the sink, there was an unpleasant reminder of yesterday night: swollen under-eyes as your reflection's most prominent feature and even you couldn't help but to stare as you brushed your teeth.

Once done with that, you went back into the bedroom and found a note taped onto the closet door.

I didn't have the heart to wake you up cause you looked so tired but there is a key to a rental by your purse if you still want to go to the race. (I texted you a picture of which car it is.)

Je t'aime fort.

Without a second thought, you pulled on a pair of loose jeans, a cozy sweatshirt that belonged to charles and some shoes, grabbed an additional jacket, your purse and pass along with the keys Charles left you, applied some makeup to hide your swollen eyes and headed for the track, knowing that you weren't selfish enough to not even show your face at such an emotionally charged race for Charles.

It was pouring as you drove to the circuit so you put on your jacket, pulled the hood on and made a run for Charles' garage, hoping you'll catch him before he has to line up on the grid and you did but just barely.

As soon as he saw you coming up to him, his face brightened and he smiled. However, his eyes scanned over you as if to make sure you were alright.

"Good luck!" You attempted an enthusiastic tone after he had greeted you with a quick peck.

"Thank you. Tout vas mieux aujourd'hui?" Is everything going better today?

You nodded and dodged any further questions until he was luckily called over to the car and just like that, he was out of the garage, waving at you as he slipped into the cockpit and moved out into the pit lane.

You slacked in a chair then, feeling so guilty for even having the thought of leaving him, so guilty for putting yourself first. All you could think of was how you never in your life bothered prioritizing yourself and why did you have to start doing that now? When it came down to Charles and your relationship with him? But then another voice that seemed to come from a totally different side of your brain would remind you that it was either losing Charles or losing yourself again and forcing yourself into endless years of repairs and reconstruction.

Needless to say, by the start of the formation lap, your felt like you were loosing your mind as one thought contradicted the other, the scary conditions of the track adding another element to go crazy over with worry and before you knew it, chaos ensued and the race was red flagged when Carlos crashed and the recovery vehicle was employed while the cars were still on track and if you knew anything, it was that it would be disturbing for Charles to see that, especially when it was one of his friends, Pierre who was in the most danger.

You stayed in your chair as the cars made their way back in and watched Charles talking to the pit wall crew across from the garage where you were. He looked so visibly shaken up and you couldn't look at him and his tense posture for longer than that without backing out on your plan.

You turned away, grabbed your phone and booked a plane ticket home so there was no way out of this. However, that only increased the guilt you were feeling as Charles finished talking to Laurent and made his way to you, instantly giving you a kiss before reaching for his red Ferrari coat and shrugging it on to warm himself up.

If he didn't look visibly upset and worried and if you didn't feel like you were betraying him, you would've been obsessing over how adorable he looked with his hands tucked deep into his pockets as he took a seat by your side.

Suddenly, for the first time in years, you were fumbling for words around Charles but you saw him in staring into the distance before he heavily sighed and dropped his head back.

Everything was so close to collapsing, both on your side and his. Maybe you could rethink your decision.

"Bébé..." you turned sideways in your chair and faced him, "are you okay?" You asked and grabbed his hand in both yours.

"Yes, don't worry. Are you feeling better today?"

Only Charles would be more concerned about you when just minutes ago, his life and the life of multiple of his friends were literally on the line.

"Charles..."

"Please, they're already going to make me talk about everything in the media pen and i really don't want to do it twice." He rubbed his eyes angrily as he spoke, moving his hand between yours to intertwine your fingers.

Maybe you shouldn't leave. Not today at least.

You nodded and sat by his side in silence, watching your hands in your lap, his fingers toying with the ring on yours in a way you would've presumed absentminded but Charles found it incredibly comforting.

Eventually, after texting with the other drivers for a long time, all of them furious about the truck incident, he moved his chair closer and rested his head on your shoulder, allowing the two of you to chat quietly about almost anything that didn't involve racing: the food from the restaurant you went to in Tokyo, the old couple you saw yesterday when you went for a walk in the early morning, the wallpaper on your phone, paddock gossip... Anything to distract him for the current situation and the catastrophe that was this Grand Prix since you had a relatively clear idea of what he would be thinking at the moment.

"Cute hoodie, by the way." He smiled half-heartedly.

"It's cold and i don't have anything warm enough with me." You were quick to defend.

"I didn't say i mind it. Au contraire, je l'adore quand tu t'habille de mes vêtements." On the contrary, i adore it when you wear my clothes.

You couldn't even believe you were still considering leaving just a few minutes ago. How could you ever let go of this?

"Okay, okay. Don't get all cheesy now." You blushed, holding onto his hand tighter while you attempted to get a clear view of him.

He let out a small chuckle and brought your hand up to his mouth to press a kiss onto your knuckles.

"Merci." He smiled, "I know what you're doing and I'm so grateful."

You struggled to reply because of course he'd figure this out, so you settled for something simple, "Je t'aime, Charlie." You said and kissed his forehead mindlessly.

And it was like the universe hated you because right that instant, a big camera was directed right at you and Charles, capturing the moment at the perfect time and probably showing it on live TV.

It would be an understatement to say you immediately feared the outcome because you knew that a lot of people would find some ulterior motive other than comforting your stressed fiancé behind the gesture.

You still tried hard to act unfazed like Charles was but you remained highly uncomfortable until the lens moved in the other direction, filming the pit wall.

Somehow, through the seemingly endless red flag, you managed to forget that ever happened until Charles fixed up his suit and retrieved his helmet ages later, returning to his car as they announced the resumption of the session in ten minutes.

"Good luck once again." You smiled at him and watched him head out, back into the car and onto the track.

When Charles disappeared out of sight, you grabbed your phone and found endless notifications on the screen, reminding you of being filmed.

You couldn't help the heavy dread in your chest as you unlocked the device and clicked on the twitter icon.

You knew you couldn't allow yourself to have a breakdown in the middle of the garage with so many people who were well aware who you were surrounding you but you couldn't resist clicking on the notifications tab, gulping as you started reading through them.

It was the usual: the comments like "oh my god, they're adorable" and "at least she's there to comfort him" versus the opposing ones like "she's doing anything to appear on the stream", as if a kiss on the forehead was such an eccentric things to go.

Line after line, you read them and allowed them to build up in your mind until your breathing became irregular like yesterday.

You made a run for it.

You grabbed your things in a hurry, still trying not to attract unnecessary attention and hurried to the car.

You couldn't do this. You wouldn't survive staying in the spotlight that came with dating one of the most famous f1 drivers currently. You wouldn't make it out alive if you stayed with Charles and even though you felt so selfish as you turned the car on, you kept telling yourself that if there was any reasonable time to be selfish, it was now.

The drive back to the hotel passed in a teary, breathless haze as your mind carried your body on autopilot.

Before you could even register that you arrived to the room, you were packing up your bag and frantically searching the room for any pen and paper until you found one with the name of the hotel plastered all over it.

You only realized you were crying when the tear splattered onto the paper, distorting the ink as you shakily wrote.

Charlie, je suis infiniment désolée mais je ne peux plus faire ça. Ce mode de vie est quelque chose dont je ne pourrai jamais supporter.

Prends toujours soin de toi-même. I am so sorry.

Charlie, I'm very sorry but I can't do that anymore. This way of life is something I will never be able to bear.

Always take care of yourself. I am so sorry.

It felt like you were ripping away a part of you when your fingers wrapped around the engagement ring and you began sliding it off. It was physically painful to let go of everything so quickly but it felt like there was no escaping this.

Your eyes forcefully shut and sobs shook your body once the ring was in the palm of your hand instead of on your finger. You looked down at it, the diamond glistening brighter through your blurry, teary gaze. With your breath caught in your throat, you let it fall onto the paper on the nightstand then you were struggling to inhale at all, but you managed to call a taxi and rush down to the lobby with your suitcase and a heavy heart that was burdening you, avoiding at all costs allowing your mind to imagine how Charles would react to your unexplained and unexpected absence, let alone the break up in form of a paper with tear-streaked ink scarring it.

You just flew to your home country, not even to the apartment you shared with Charles in Monaco, leaving everything behind.

—

Such a short race shouldn't have felt so long but it seemed never ending as the gap to P1 grew with every lap, the tyres working completely against all the effort Charles was putting in.

Before he even knew it, the Redbull behind him was threateningly close and he was cussing out the whole world. He defended his position with everything he got, the only thing on his mind is finishing the race and falling into the comfort of his fiancée's arms but with all the stress that weighed down on his shoulders, the pressure of such defense caused him to exit the track and he knew he'd have to face complications because of that.

Getting dropped from P2 to P3 by a 5 seconds penalty felt like being dropped from P1 to P20, especially after all the effort he put in on track to keep the position but he took it without complaints and walked into the cool down room, already feeling like he was ready to collapse in bed.

He felt heavy and exhausted. He just wished he could skip the podium celebration and the interviews and just go find you but he knew that was impossible so he straightened up and put the brave, undefeated face back on.

On podium, his eyes scanned the crowd many times, trying so desperately to find the face that brought him comfort but to no avail. His shoulders slacked a bit lower as he realized you weren't watching the celebration and he was already making excuses for you as the national anthems played.

Eventually, he was handed a trophy and even though it was rather small, lifting it above his head took so much effort. He was so done with everything and just wanted to escape to you and hug you so tight. No one was ever able to cheer him up like you did and he was so grateful for that, for you and for the fact that he would be calling you his wife someday.

Forcing himself to stay aware of where he was for a few more minutes, he popped the bottle of champagne open and sprayed Max, congratulated him on the championship and eagerly got the hell out.

He rejoined his team, immediately asking about you but no where had a single idea where you were. Then, he was dragged out into the media pen where he rushed through all the questions, eventually resuming the search for you as soon as he was free to go. He checked both Ferrari garages, the team hospitality and finally his motorhome but you were nowhere to be found.

He started worrying, the state you were in yesterday adding to the situation.

He changed out of the suit, put on a jacket, grabbed his things and got going, his phone ringing against his ear as he attempted calling you while he was searching for Pierre to quickly check up on him before leaving. The phone kept ringing until he was met with beeping followed by your voicemail.

"Where are you, chérie? You're worrying me." He said and stuffed his phone in his pocket as he caught sight of his french friend.

—

Half an hour later, Charles was in the elevator in the hotel, going up to the floor the two of you were staying at, his heart beating fast with pure worry since he already called you many times on his way back and not once did you pick up.

He dragged himself through the hallway and unlocked the door in a hurry, immediately calling your name once he stepped into the suite.

Once, twice, three times... Nothing. Not a single sound in the room.

He walked further inside, expecting to see you overtaken by sleep on the bed but it was neatly made and the room looked clean and spotless.

That's when he panicked.

The room looked too clean.

The vanity facing the bed had absolutely nothing on it. Just this morning, it had your bag, your makeup remover, your jewelry box and a bottle of your perfume. It was completely clear now, and it could've been that you just put these things away but your suitcase had also been sitting on the floor next to it along with the spare pair of shoes you brought with you and those were gone too. Even your phone's charger was gone from the outlet above your nightstand.

The words you had said to him yesterday resurfaced in his mind, the fact that you were asking him to promise you he'd never forget you love him now seemingly bone-chilling.

What was going on? He kept asking himself because there was no way what he was assuming would be true.

He turned on his heels and began searching the other part of the suite, from the kitchenette to the small balcony to the bathroom, even checking behind the frosted glass of the shower.

Nothing. You weren't there and nor were your things.

"Non. Non, ça peut pas être." No. No, it can't be. He started mumbling to himself as he rushed around the rooms, retrieving his phone and calling you in a hurry now, as if that would make you pick up.

"Tu peux pas me faire ça. Qu'est-ce qui se passe? Où est tu? S'il te plais, répond au téléphone." You can't do that to me. What’s going on? Where are you? Please answer the phone. He said into your voicemail and tossed his phone onto the couch, heading back to the bedroom.

Maybe he was misinterpreting this. Maybe you just put your suitcase in the closet provided. Maybe you put your things in drawers. Maybe you left the race because you were tired.

So many maybes and what ifs clouded his thoughts as he pulled the closet opened, only to be deceived but the dull and blank wooden shelves.

"Putain." Fuck. He cursed and moved onto the drawers, not even closing the closet doors.

One after one, he yanked them open and every single drawer was empty, even the ones of the nightstand on the side where you'd been sleeping, leaving him with only the one on his side of the bed.

He rolled on the mattress in a hurry but froze in his sitting position as his eyes met a sight he never wanted to see, a sight he never thought he'd see.

It felt like he forgot how to breathe, like his heart was irregularly beating, skipping beats left and right as his eyes widened so much, they started burning.

"Non..." he shocked, gulping as he tried to make sense and of everything, "Why? What the fuck? Why?" He bolted to his feet, pacing by the bed with his hand against his mouth in pure shock. His mind was a mess of thoughts and feelings and words but most importantly questions.

He thought things between the two of you were as perfect as they could get so why was he staring at your ring sitting abandoned on the nightstand? He couldn't make sense of it. He kept asking himself why.

His heart shattered because it finally made sense how you were speaking to him yesterday night. You had planned this and still went to the race, sat by his side and comforted him when all he could think of was the potential tragedy that was the first few laps.

Nothing made sense. If you love him as much as you said yesterday, why did you leave him? Why did you bother with the grand prix? Why did you wear his sweatshirt?

Charles eventually froze in his spot but he could see a paper under the shiny band and he wanted to grab it. However, it felt like his arms had went limp and he suddenly couldn't move, his eyes still scarily widened, still trying so hard to wrap his head around what has happened today.

He was just so eager to come back to you after such a stressful race, after it became official that he lost the championship. He needed you right now that if felt like the world was closing in on him, but he came back to this, to a breakup through a paper, not even face to face.

Cursing again, he grabbed the paper and the ring and read the streaked ink scribbled clearly in a hurry.

A hundred times, he read and reread the words, until his tears joined the marks of yours on the paper, and not once did they sink in.

You gave up on the relationship that easily? He couldn't bear the mere thought of you leaving him and now he had to face that as his reality? Without any clear explanation or a proper end and all because of the lifestyle that came with dating him? How were you planning to marry him if that was the case?

He fell back onto the mattress, his hands over his face as he tried so hard not to break after such a bad day but the tears defied him and streamed down the sides of his face in a rush.

It felt like a mockery that when he received the penalty, he thought the weekend had no way of getting worse. He had the comfort of knowing he had you by his side and with the endless support you always provided, he knew he could overcome anything but now he feels powerless, broken and defeated and he wasn't sure what to do about it.

He just needed one of your hugs right now. He just needed for this to be a nightmare.

Just a few hours ago, he was twisting the ring around your finger and now it sat painfully cold in its loneliness in the palm of his hand.

He felt like tossing it out if the window but his heart couldn't take anymore hits today so he clutched it tighter and gave up on trying to push his emotions aside. He let them rule over him.

He loved you too much to be able to pull himself through this and come out unscathed.

This felt like the end of everything. He lost everything in a day and he didn't have to energy to face that just yet.

He laid alone on that bed, staring at the ceiling blankly, waiting for the shock to subside and for heartbreak to set in and when it did, every last breath was knocked right out of his body and he was left curled around a pillow, holding it so tight and crying into it, occasionally trying to call you again and again but not once did you answer and it enraged him.

He tossed the phone off the bed onto the floor with a frustrated scream that felt like it was cutting through his lungs.

Following that, he allowed himself to completely fall apart as it sank in that you really left him.

Charles felt utterly defeated and hopeless.

—

To say you were no longer used to waking up in your childhood home would be a major understatement, especially since you could barely open your swollen, burning eyes in the morning to see the room clearly, leaving you panicked because you weren't at the place you call home and very far from the person that felt like it.

However, the familiarity of the place was as welcoming as ever, definitely something you needed at the moment.

When you showed up home yesterday, everyone was worried but as they watched you drag the suitcase in with bare hands, the object tying you to Charles missing from your finger, they caught up quick enough not to ask any questions.

They let you sleep it off in your old bedroom but really, you were crying most of the time, questioning if you made the right decision.

Charles called you so many times and left so many voicemails but you were determined to stay off your phone, so you let it's battery drain until it powered off at night and you decided not to charge it as not to risk it.

Your heart ached all night long since the only thing you could think of was Charles returning to the vacant hotel room and discovering that you left without him, and as your woke up this morning and found yourself reaching for him in your half conscious state, what had remained whole from you completely shattered because he obviously wasn't there and you had made that choice for the both of you and he probably was clueless why you did it.

The smell of him was still engulfing you though, making you realize hours too late that you had taken off dressed in his sweatshirt still and you couldn't really tell if the fact that you were still wearing it was good or bad. You really couldn't bring yourself to care.

Once the morning light became too strong, you forced yourself to get out of the bed. However, on the first attempt, you only managed to sit up enough to scan the room. Your head was throbbing and your throat was sore and dry and you could barely see anything through your blurry vision.

You rubbed your eyes furiously and got up. Outside your door, you could hear your family moving about in the house and talking, the clatter of plates and utensils implying that they were probably having breakfast.

You felt guilty that you barely great them yesterday but you still couldn't bring yourself to go out and talk to anyone so grabbed some of your old towels from a drawer, your shower products from your suitcase and headed for the bathroom.

You avoided your reflection at all costs. You didn't want to face any of yesterday's various aftermaths. Instead, you stepped under the hot stream, immediately felt your shoulders drop as your head fall back, the hot water relaxing your tense muscles.

Then, the tears made a comeback and you welcome them with open arms, letting them stay as you washed your hair and body until you turned the shower off and padded back to your room.

Pulling open your closet, you were met with the memories of the last time you had stocked it. You and Charles and his family spent last Christmas with your parents. The two of you had been newly engaged and everyone was still gushing over that.

As the memories of that trip resurfaced, your eyes met the sight of a certain pile of clothes that didn't belong to you. That's when you remembered that Charles had felt a few items of clothing here, a change for hot weather and one for cold days, because he was so damn sure he'd come back to your childhood home at some point and so were you.

With your lips pursed, you betrayed your heart and grabbed his sweater instead of your own clothes and put it on along with some shorts.

Tensely, you fell back onto the messy bed, staring up at the ceiling, feeling lost and withdrawn. You had nothing to do, nowhere to be , nothing to distract you and the only thing you could think off was Charles.

You just wanted to know if he was alright, if he finished the race safely at least, but you didn't want to face the fact that you hurt him without giving him any explanation, that you walked out on him during one of the heaviest races of the season. You didn't want to consider the possibility that he now understood why you kept reminding him that you love him and that he might find it confusing now since common logic was that you don't leave someone you love.

As the thoughts ate away at your heart, you impulsively jumped up and grabbed your phone to charge it. You had to make sure he crossed the finish line safely at least and you wouldn't have to give in and contact him for you to know that.

The few minutes that it takes for the phone to power on felt like ages and when it finally did, over 50 missed calls from Charles flooded in along with so many texts and voicemails.

That meant that he was well, health wise at least. However, the last missed call was hours ago.

Your finger hovered over the voicemail icon and you were so tempted to just click it, desperate to hear his voice since you weren't used to starting your day without talking to him.

You gave in.

The first one started by him just asking where you were and judging by the noise around him, it was clear that he was still at the paddock.

But as one recording ended and another played, his tone progressively changed and several of his words broke your heart.

"Tu peux pas me faire ça..." You can’t do this to me… is what you heard in the second voicemail and the last one in which he didn't sound like he was crying. After that, it was just heartache.

"Tu peux me dire pourquoi, au moins? Je ne comprends rien." Can you tell me why, at least? I don’t understand anything.

"Where did you go? Tu m'inquiète au point de la folie." I’m going crazy from the worry.

"Fuck. Fuck, just..." you heard a sniffle, "... please, je te supplie, come back. Please."

These sentences amidst rambling and incoherent french stuck with you, making you wish you never charged your phone again or that you never left, but even after hearing that, nothing could've prepared you for the last recording.

"I'm kind of loosing hope now that you will answer," he sighed, "i just needed you here today, and always, but today more than usual. The race was shit but somehow i don't give a fuck. Why?" There was a laugh of irony and a pause before he continued, "Because the person i wanted to marry just left me. Really, bébé? Quand même une petite explication à ce qui s'est passé! Un adieu! Même ça, je ne le mérite plus?" At least a little explanation for what happened! A goodbye! Even that, I don't deserve it anymore? He was crying and now, so were you.

"It doesn't feel nice, being dumped with a letter and not even knowing why et maintenant, je sais plus how to live without you à mes côtés. Pourquoi t'as fais ça? How am i supposed to continue believing que tu m'aime? Tu m'as détruit complètement, chérie. J'ai tout perdu today."

It doesn't feel nice, being dumped with a letter and not even knowing why and now, I don't know how to live without you by my side. Why did you do that? How am I supposed to continue believing that you love me? You destroyed me completely, darling. I lost everything today.

Heavy breathing took over for a few seconds and you could tell he had been trying not to make it too obvious that he was crying.

Your hand clasped over your mouth to muffle the sobs as you waited for Charles to continue, "Je voulais t’épouser. I was gonna tell you that we should start preparing for the wedding so we can get married in winter break mais il me semble que tu n'veux plus rien a faire avec moi et je n'ai aucune idée pourquoi. The lifestyle isn't something new et si tu était autant gêné depuis le début, you shouldn't have said yes when i proposed. Fuck, you really shouldn't have given me de l'espoir that i will get to call you my wife un jour, que je pourras passer le reste de ma vie avec toi, have our own children et notre propre famille à nous. Putain, tu n'aura jamais dû me laisser tomber si amoureux de toi if you knew you would leave at some point."

I wanted to marry you. I was gonna tell you that we should start preparing for the wedding so we can get married in winter break but it seems to me that you don't want anything to do with me anymore and I have no idea why. The lifestyle isn't something new and if you were so annoyed from it from the beginning, you shouldn't have said yes when I proposed. Fuck, you really shouldn't have given me hope that I will get to call you my wife one day, that I would get to spend the rest of my life with you, have our own children and our own family. Fuck, you should never have let me fall so in love with you if you knew you would leave at some point.

There was a long break after that and you could hear the sniffles and the rustling of sheets. You couldn't even imagine what he was thinking in these silent seconds.

"Je dois me taire, non? By the way, Max was announced champion, si t'en soucies même plus. I have to shut up, right? By the way, Max was announced champion, if you even care anymore. And... I love you still, a lot." He gasped the words out between sharp inhales and it made you want to go back to him just to hug him tight.

"Je sais plus si te veux que je t'aime ou non but that will never change the fact that i would die for you, même si tu pense that i don't even deserve a face to face break up. Je t'aime, even if i don't understand shit."

I don't know if you want me to love you or not but that will never change the fact that I would die for you, even if you think that I don't even deserve a face to face break up. I love you, even if I don't understand shit.

You locked your phone and tossed it aside, grabbing a pillow and holding it against your face, trying to muffle the crying.

You could've told him the reason this was happening but, knowing Charles, he would blame himself for everything. This, this was bad but he didn't have to feel guilty in this scenario. You were withholding all the guilt and you'd be happy bearing it forever if that meant Charles wouldn't be tinged by it.

No matter how bad this was, he would manage to get over it, even if after a while but you knew him and you knew he wouldn't cope well with knowing that he was the reason you fell back into the depths of your past insecurities.

A knock on your door interrupted your crying. You tossed the pillow away and wiped your eyes rapidly with the sweater's sleeves before saying "Come in."

You knew you couldn't avoid your family anymore. They were probably really concerned.

Your older brother peeked his head through the door with a cautious smile on his face.

"Hi." He started, taking just one step into the room and closing the door after him.

"Hey." You tried smiling back but teared up again at the attempt.

"Look, i'm not gonna be nosey." He said before he took a seat on the edge of the bed, "I just need to know if i need to kick some ass or anything. I don't really care that he's Leclerc in this case." He tried to joke.

"Please, if there’s any need to kick his ass i would've done it myself. I don't need any men to do it for me."

Your brother smiled at that, having expected that response.

"However, the only guilty person here is me." You continued and quickly wiped away the tear that escaped.

"Why?" He frowned.

"I left while he was mid-race." You clarified, your teeth abusing your inner cheek between words, "I just don't know how to live the lifestyle he has, you know?"

Your brother looked confused, "Yeah, i'm not buying that, the thing about life with him. You've been together for years, only now you realized his lifestyle? You live together, you're practically married so even when you do actually get legally married, there will barely be any difference." He started analyzing. "Something is off. What's the real reason you left?"

You caved in so fast but you didn't really have any energy in you to resist it.

"I've been getting so much hate, especially when I'm with him at races. I couldn't deal with it anymore."

Your brother, like everyone who knew you and Charles, wasn't a stranger to that. He nodded and appeared to be in deep thought about this.

"Did you try talking to him about it? Charles loves you so much, we can all see it, and i know he would be very understanding and helpful in this situation."

In your mind, the thought of opening up to Charles about this wasn't even present. After all, he also gets a lot of hate too. However, the criticism he received was mostly about his skills as a driver, in other words, nothing he couldn't control and improve. On the other hand, people hated you for you, for simply existing as Charles' partner.

"It's not that simple."

"Oh, but it is. Look, i understand it's difficult to read that shit but it's not right that you left him out of the blue, like you have no respect for what you have, or had, with him."

That angered you so fast, you quickly got off the bed to face your brother.

"Of course i have respect for him and our relationship!I'm- I was engaged to him, for fuck's sake!" The little correction you had to make pained you as it made this situation much realer.

"I'm sorry, but if my partner walked out on me like that, i wouldn't be okay with it. If you want to break up with him for such a vague reason, at least do it to his face. That guy loves you more than i've seen anybody love anyone before and i know you're my sister, but if you treat him like that, after such a difficult race as well, you don't deserve him."

Ever since you heard that last voicemail, there's been a part you've avoided thinking of.

Getting married in winter break, literally in a few months. Instead of that, you left him the ring and took off.

You knew he wanted to marry you. Otherwise, he wouldn't have proposed but the fact that he wanted to do it so soon was unexpected to you. It should've been the happiest surprise, instead it was tugging on your heartstrings.

"He wanted to get married after the season ended, in his winter break." You spoke in a whisper.

Before you could receive a reply, your mother's voice could be heard as she called for your brother.

"Look," he started as he got up, "just call him." He shot an accusatory finger at you, "He had a shit race yesterday and i think you'd be able to find some solutions to this together. " He kept talking until he was out the door.

"Wait!" You called for him, "What position did he end up in?"

"Defended P2 with inters turned into basically slicks but ended up P3 after a five second penalty for cutting a chicane in the last lap. I gotta go."

Needless to say, you couldn't bring yourself to actually call him but you did spend hours staring at his contact name, the little ring emoji you added to it a while back torturing you now. Eventually, you joined your mother in the living room, allowing her to distract you until your brother reappear, asking if you talked to Charles, to which you shook your head then watched him leave the house.

Hours later, you retreated back to your room, laying on your bed and scrolling through twitter again. The notifications had lessened compared to yesterday but there were still there, the hate still being a constant and an arguably increasing reoccurrence. Surprisingly though, it wasn't what you focused on nor what you cried about.

You had been letting the clip of you kissing Charles' forehead during the red flag replay for so long, you'd lost count of how many times it had repeated. All you could focus on was how comforting Charles seemed to find your presence.

Over the years, everyone kept telling you how you were the only person who was able to comfort Charles as more than just some temporary fix. When you were to one to receive him with open arms after an angering or disappointing moment, Charles would calm down within minutes. Even his mother had said that and even Mattia had noticed it, but you never saw it.

However, now that you were stood on the outside, looking into the relationship, you saw it clear as day. In such a stressful and traumatic place and moment, he looked content in a way and it caused you to break down crying, especially as you thought of him bearing the disappointment alone yesterday, only to face something worse when he found out you left.

Eventually, you fell asleep with the video playing.

The next morning, the sound of the doorbell echoed through the house and woke you up. You expected your mother to get it but it rang again and again until you groaned and headed to check who it was while rubbing your eyes with the sleeves of Charles' shirt that you were still wearing.

You checked your reflection on the hallway mirror. Sure, the swollen eyes were still prominent but you hadn't been expecting them to subside any time soon so you sucked it up and padded to the door, swinging it open while tugging the shirt down to cover some skin as you just realized how short the shorts were.

Then, you froze.

All sorts of emotions ran through your body. First, shock because, how and why? Second was some weird sort of relief. Third, and most dominantly, guilt.

Guilt was eating you alive as you stared at the man whose heart you broke. You couldn't bring yourself to move nor to look away but you couldn't really look for any longer.

"Um..." you started fumbling for something to say, rubbing at the back of your neck awkwardly.

"Can i come in?" He asked and even though the sentence was short, it was still enough to show how hoarse his voice sounded.

You nodded and moved aside. Charles immediately made his way inside.

"How- um, why did- You know what i mean." You struggled while closing the door shut.

"You were getting hate and instead of telling me, you left?" He sounded angry and you wanted to strangle your brother for obviously contacting Charles.

"Charles, please... I can't-"

"You can't? Let's say you desperately want go break up with me, why didn't you do it properly? And really? Suzuka out of all places?" He asked, his hands gestures emphasizing his point.

He was right and there was no way to escape that so you fell back into the couch behind you, tugging on your sleeves and picking at the cotton.

Before you knew it, Charles was sat by your side.

"I wasn't really thinking. Everything i read was hitting so close to home and it was giving me some sort of panic attack and i - i'm sorry for leaving like that." Your eyes prickled with tears again.

"The night before, i asked you so many times what was wrong. You had me worried sick when i found you crying. You could've told me - fuck, you should've told me." He sprung back to his feet, rubbing at his face in frustration.

"I didn't want you to know." You spoke quietly.

"Why? I thought we trusted each other with everything! And it's literally something that i caused so deserved to know..." His voice rose.

"See? This is exactly why. You will blame yourself for it. You can't control what some asshole type out on their phones, even if they're your fans. There's nothing you can do to stop it and i can't handle it and revert to being an insecure person so i did us both a favor and left!" You shouted back.

Charles was gaping at you.

"You're giving up that easily on years of us and all the fucking future we've planned? Tout à cause de quelques connards qui se cachent à l'abri de leurs petits écrans?" All because of some assholes hiding in the shelter of their small screens? He was huffing in irony, "If some assholes you don't even know are able to make you insecure, then, je suis désolé bébé, but you've never been confident enough then." Knowing it was a touchy subject, Charles regained his composure and regulated his tone.

"Oh, really? You're telling me how i feel, Charles? You know me better than i know myself? Oh, wow! What a fucking catch i let go of!"

"That's not-" he attempted a reply.

"Shut up."

"Chérie, please."

"Shut up!"

He took his seat back next to you and tried to grab your hand but you snatched it away so fast, making him nod in defeat.

"Okay." He murmured and slacked against the back of the couch, his leg bouncing and shaking the whole sofa with it.

A deafening silence took over for long, painful minutes during which you reverted back to crying while Charles stared blank up at the ceiling.

"What about all the things you say to me after bad races?" He sniffled beside you, making you realize he was crying as well, "All that shit about how we can get through everything together? How we can always be each other's comfort and safety? That there's nothing on this world we can't overcome as long as we keep in mind that's it's us against the problem, not against each other? Why doesn't it apply when it's you that needs me? Why's it only me that shares the issues and problems i'm facing so we can solve them together?" He ranted, not stopping for a breath while he lost control over the tears, "I want to help you through this."

"Arrête, s'il te plaît." Stop, please. You cried harder, got up and started pacing around the room, sobbing into the sleeves, hearing Charles crying too.

You've always been used to solving your problems on your own and while over the years, you learned to share the burden of some issues with Charles, you still couldn't bring yourself to openly talk about things like this, not because you didn't trust him enough to help you, but because you've never been comfortable sharing so much.

You kept walking back and forth, hands covering your bloodshot eyes until you collided against who you knew was Charles.

His arms wrapped around you, even when you tried resisting his touch, pushing against his chest, wanting to get away before you caved in and he knew you enough to know that. Eventually, you broke down in his hold and he let you cry it all out.

"Talk to me, please." He cooed in your ear, dragging you to sit with him on the couch.

You tried not to but it got suffocating and so, the questions rushed out.

"You would tell me if i was annoying you during race weekends, right? If i was limiting your freedom."

With every word, and as he realized the cruel remarks you'd been reading, Charles' heart broke more and more.

"What? I want you by side everyday of my life, chérie!" Subconsciously, and maybe even somewhat protectively, his arms tightened around you.

"They're right, in a way... You could get sick of me faster if i went with you everywhere, and if i kept gaining weight-"

"Baby..." he interrupted, "I don't see a single reason for me to get sick of you. You have a fun and amazing personality, you are so beautiful and you understand me like no one ever has. Every day i'm away from you, i can't wait to go back home because life feels - i don't know the word for it - but it feels full and complete with you. And the weight thing, fuck whoever said that. I wish you would love yourself and your body like i do. You're beautiful in every state."

You cried even harder into his shirt, the words he was saying making you realize it was a huge mistake, allowing anyone to mess with your relationship with him, but him easing your worries wouldn't stop the hate and the both of you knew it.

"I love you, Charlie."

"I love you too."

You sat still in that position for a while and that left you thinking of the way things online would never change, dreading that in fact.

"I know what you're thinking. Oui, on pourra jamais les stopper, j'en sais cela très bien." Yes, we can never stop them, I know that very well. Charles spoke up and you gulped at that, "But you could use it for your entertainment. Listen here, all those things they say, it's out of jealousy. You're at a grand prix and they're saying you never leave me alone? They're jealous you get to go for free and that you're dating a driver. Fuck with their minds, post confusing locations, or rub it in their faces that you're there and they're not. I guess what I'm trying to say is have the upper hand because someone who hates on other people online will always be below them. Let them be the insecure ones and keep in mind, everything that is point out negatively is something that they envy so much that they noticed it." He was speaking and moving his hands up and down your back comfortingly.

"And if a certain comment gets to you, come to me and tell me about it and i will prove it wrong in hundreds of different ways. I don't know of you've seen it bébé, mais tu as tes propre fans même and they are way more than the haters. If anything, that just proves my point that you're just so lovable." …but you even have your own fans…

Charles smiled and tilted your head up so he caught a glimpse of your face.

"Just, please, give us another shot and be completely honest with me. Even if you hide those kinds of things from me again - if you decide you want to stay with me - i will now know to look online when things feel off, so i just want your honesty."

You smiled and nodded, agreeing to everything but slightly confusing Charles.

"Yes to what part exactly?"

"Tout. Je veux tout avec toi. Et je vais toujours être honnête avec toi. Everything. I want everything with you. And I will always be honest with you. But first, i owe you a big apology. What i did was cowardly, the way i ran away. I'm sorry i hurt you, Charles." You kissed his neck, "I'm sorry i confused you and left without even saying goodbye." The kissed moved further up his jaw, "And i'm so sorry that i wasn't there after that shitshow, especially since i knew how stressed the first two laps made you. I feel like an asshole." You sealed the words with a kiss to his lips.

"It's okay, bébé. I understand it now." He pressed your lips together again.

"Doesn't excuse how insensitive i was. Is everyone alright?"

"Yeah, the race finished safely."

You nodded, "That's good." Then, you sat up a bit to see him better, "And as for the championship, your are still my champion and you will be the world's one day. You've got it in you and everyone sees it." Assuringly, you traced your hand softly along his cheek while he stared at you lovingly.

"I'm so lucky that i found you, tu sais?" you know? He pulled you back onto his chest, "Je t'adore." I adore you.

"Je t'adore également, crois moi." I adore you just as much, believe me.

You heard him sigh and relax in relief but he wasn't still for long. Within seconds, you felt him reach for his pant's pocket, digging through it weirdly in this position.

"Give me your hand." Charles instructed and you complied.

"Me donnerais-tu l'honneur de t'épouser, mon amour?" Would you give me the honour to marry you, my love? He asked, holding out the ring.

"Bien sûr." Of course. You chuckled, "L'honneur est vraiment complètement le mien." The honour is completely mine.

The both of you watched your hand as Charles slipped the ring back on your finger where it belongs with a big grin on his face.

Now, everything felt right again and you realized that you'd be able to conquer the world and its critics with this man by your side.

a/n: idk how to feel about the note as a picture so be sure to let me know if it’s s cringey as i find it. Thank you for reading!💕

#charles leclerc imagines #f1 imagines #charles leclerc x reader #f1 x reader #charles leclerc x you #f1 oneshots #charles leclerc oneshots #f1 x you #charles leclerc one shot

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captainzigo · 1 month

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Welcome to me blog

If you are a mutual, DM me for an invite to discord server and subsequently to minecraft server

that’s a bunch of pictures of oc(/ponysona) Prickly Pear. she’s a cowgirl

FAQ below the break

i do take requests. i do not currently take commissions, but don’t be shy about sending requests. i can always say no. or fuck it up really bad.

you can send me asks and DMs at my sideblog @snapewife-divorce-lawyer any asks you send me should be like Strongbad emails. one paragraph. no attachments. unless you are sending me refs.

i reblog most stuff at my other sideblog: @3amgaypotion

you are fine to DM me, but remember i am not obligated to respond at all.

in any interactions, please keep in mind that i am a stranger on the internet and act accordingly

i am autistic. i say this because representation matters, but also because i would like to ask that you please be very frank with me. i don’t even really need your patience. just say what you mean and we will get along fine.

you most certainly can draw any of my ocs. i’d love that acually. tag me

you can redraw, dub or do whatever to my works with credit. i expect credit to include clickable links. also please try to keep the spirit of the original work. don’t add nsfw subtext for example. don’t redraw a ship art as a ship with an inappropriate age gap, and so on.

do not post my art on other platforms. do not repost my art period. I don’t really exist on other platforms since I deleted Twitter. So if you see my stuff on other platforms, it’s not me.

i’m in my twenties. i keep my blog SFW as a strict rule. PG13 except i swear a lot more. i do not keep myself that way, and i have no aversion to that sort of content, but i keep all of my posts SFW.

in my opinion, all romance real or fictional should be between people who are not related, similar in age, doing age appropriate things, all with mutual consent. i am not interested in witnessing or interacting with anything outside of these parameters.

i am a trans woman. i am also bisexual. i am also poly and demi since im listing things. i am out online becasue i know how important it is to know that you aren’t alone.

if you follow me and you post art, regardless of frequency or perceived quality, i want to be mutuals. shoot me a message or something

do i take constructive criticism? NO 🖕👹🖕 FUCK YOU!!!!!!! GET BLOCKED IDIOT!! unless you are a marginalized person who feels i have unintentionally made you uncomfortable somehow with my art or otherwise. in that case i am sorry and you do me a great favor by calling me out. OTHERWISE FUCK YOU DUMBASS IF YOU DONT LIKE MY ART GO DRAW YOUR OWN 🖕🖕🖕🖕

i don’t have a DNI list, but i am pretty left politically so you can probably imagine what’s on there.

“i hate bronies” i don’t necessarily hate you if you self identify with that label. i like to make myself off-putting to keep creeps away

i don’t hold a lot of nostalgia for old brony stuff. infact it’s quite the opposite

i like all generations of mlp including the new stuff. gen 4 is just the one i grew up with

why is my header aurora, bori and alice from the best gift ever? well that would be because i hate them like a mother hates a child. like the sun hates the moon. like sickly victorian child hates the slightest morsel of bread.

i often draw stuff about cozy glow x flurry heart. this is with the understanding that cozy glow spends about a decade turned to stone. nullifying the age gap.

i am dyslexic. i spell stuff wrong all the time and i type weird. please don’t bother correcting me. wooptydoo your brain is wired normally. sending you a medal.

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winterrrnight · 2 months

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edith's 600 followers celebration!

I absolutely cannot believe my eyes! 600 of you! (well, there are bots too but STILL!!!) this really means sooo much to me <33 writing is my vice, my way of letting out emotions, and to share stories of scenarios dreamt and words thought. To see so many of you enjoy reading it, share such beautiful views with me, always makes me so giddy with happiness 💓💓 thank you so so much for the continuous support 🥹 I hope to always keep on providing you guys content <33

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STARTED: 29 february, 24 ENDED: 10 march, 24

EVENTS

go on without me: choose a prompt from here and a character from drew/rafe/zach and I will write you a concept/blurb!

sitting in traffic: ask me anything from here + give me your answers too!

japanese whiskey: give me a character out of drew/rafe/zach and a concept and I will make a 9 pic moodboard of it!

let the grass grow: send me this ask and I will tell you what I associate with you and your blog! (moots only!)

you against yourself: send me this ask and I will share one of my favorite drew/rafe/zach edits off pinterest or instagram! (Inspired by @runningfrom2am's celly event <3) (you can specify if you need one of a certain character out of the three :))

if and/or when: send me a profile picture and I will give you matching navigation post pictures and headers!

end scene: recommend me something! recommend me any of your favorite movies, shows, albums, artists, books etc, and in turn I’ll recommend you one from my collection of favs!

no tumblr games like fmk, cym etc. because they stress me out LMAO

RULES

be nice and respectful in the ask box and to everyone else participating in the event!

please be patient as I go through my asks, I am a full time student so I unfortunately have a life outside tumblr which at times needs more focus than my little tumblr blog does </3

please be mindful of my requesting rules, main one being I only write sfw content!

only one request per ask please! you can send infinite number of asks though <3

my regular requests will be closed for the time being!

anonymous asks are very much welcome! <3 (I also accept anon emojis :))

tagging my mutuals and my taglist who are the reason this blog exists and keeps on running 🥹💗 you all give me reason to wake up each morning <3

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so sorry if you did not want to be tagged, feel free to ignore!

check out the tag ‘edith’s 600 followers celebration! 🪄’ to remain updated with everything I post for the celly!

#celebrations #600 followers #600 followers celebration #drew starkey #rafe cameron #zach maclaren #edith's 600 followers celebration! 🪄

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cellarspider · 11 months

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Okay. Looks like it's that time of year again, when scammers may be wandering Tumblr, claiming to have sick pets. This is an unfortunate phenomenon that's gone around before, but I just got hit with a real suspicious request for donations, so I figure I should point out the things that made me suspicious:

An hour ago, I get an ask out of the blue from a blog that just followed me minutes before that. A sob story about a cat that's sick, specifies there's a mass on the cat's leg. It asks for messages or private ask responses.

I go and look at the blog. It has a bio and header, but that's where genuine-looking behavior ends. The blog started posting one day ago. It's reblogged Staff a bunch, some trending topics, mostly Barbie and Zelda. No tags, no original posts.

It then created and then reblogged a post about a sick cat four times in quick succession, before continuing to reblog fandom fandom fluff. The post says the cat is struggling to breathe, and makes no mention of the mass on the cat's leg. Its phrasing implies the person has been here for some time, but, again, blog started posting within the same day as this message. The post was then pinned:

The post contains a paypal.me link. I did not click on this, because you cannot be sure whether they'll actually send you to paypal, or to a phishing site. Putting the username into paypal.me returns a valid link, with a profile picture featuring... someone with a completely different cat.

Look. There are people out there who do in fact have sick pets and need help caring for them. Everyone feels sympathy for a sick pet. Scammers know this, and have a proven history of using this formula to raise cash from people who want to help someone who's struggling. For example: https://www.usatoday.com/story/news/factcheck/2022/10/20/fact-check-identical-injured-dog-posts-viral-scam/10480235002/

I reported the blog for phishing, the closest category I could figure out which allowed me to explain why it was reported.

if this ask actually came from a real, genuine person, buddy, you are engaging in some extremely disingenuous-looking behavior. Stay safe out there everybody, and, unfortunately, stay skeptical.

#spider rambles about the web #tumblr scams

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onlymingyus · 2 years

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Beautiful

header edited by me (@chogiwapadada) do not remove the watermark and do not repost

pairing; lee seokmin (dk) x afab reader

genre; smut (minors dni), angst, fluff

warnings; unprotected sex, fingering, reader is having some issues with self image and self confidence, slight soft dom!seokmin, praise, sex in front of a mirror, words of affirmation, crying, comfort

word count; 2.4k and some change

request; no

a/n; a friend needed her bias to be the one to help her work though something

It all started with a picture, an off-hand comment, and then just a simple text back from Seokmin that said, ‘Take it back.’ When you tried to laugh it off and tell him no the rest of your day had been met with mostly radio silence but after a while you were able to forget about the exchange and go about work. That was until you got home.

With a sigh you leaned against the wall taking off your shoes and sat your bag down before calling out to your boyfriend who you knew had arrived home before you. “I’m home babe. You want to just order something for dinner? I’m honestly not feeling up to cooking.” Turning the corner into the living room you furrow your brows surprised not to find Seokmin sitting on the sofa like he normally would be.

“Uh, babe?” You sigh and run your hands through your hair before pushing it behind your ear. Walking towards your shared bedroom you half yawn before stopping yourself when you find Seokmin sitting on the bed, hands beside him, leg crossed over his knee. “Hi. You didn’t hear me calling you?”

He smirks a bit as you walk further into the room past him to start taking off your watch, a bracelet, as you glance back at him over your shoulder. “Why are you looking at me like that? Why are you acting so weird?” Seokmin sighs and uncrosses his leg before moving to stand, his hands slipping into his dress pants as he moves towards you. “I’ve been trying to think of how I wanted to approach this all day.”

You scoff and shake your head with how serious he sounds as you drop your bracelet onto a bowl with a small clang as the warmth of his body radiates towards your back with how close he stands. “Approach what?” You sigh as you feel one of his hands snake around your body over your hip pulling you back towards him.

“Seokmin…we haven’t even had dinner.” He scoffs this time and removes his other hand from his pocket sliding his along your stomach upwards over your breast as you lick your lips. Your hips instinctively half grind back against him as he holds you there. “Fuck dinner. You said something to me today, love, that just…fuck it ate me up. You see…” His fingers over your chest start to work, opening the buttons of your button up slowly as he speaks.

“When I say something to you, I fucking mean it. I don’t say anything because I’m trying to appeal to you. I already know who you belong to darling.” His lips press along your ear as he speaks, making your thighs brush together as he tugs your shirt from your dress pants finishing the buttons. “I asked you for a picture of your beautiful face today. You sent it like the angel you are and I said what to you?”

You whine softly as his fingers on your hip slide towards the clasp of your pants as his teeth play with the lob of your ear waiting for you to speak. When you don’t he growls and pushes you towards the dresser slightly before speaking against your ear again. “What did I send back to you, baby?” You moan, feeling his erection pressing against his dress pants as he pushes his hips towards your ass as his fingers work your zipper down.

“You…you told me that I was gorgeous.” Seokmin nods and pulls you back from the dresser taking a few steps back with you in tow as he moves his hands to push your pants down your legs letting them fall with gravity to your feet. Once you have stepped out of them he slides your shirt from your arms leaving you in your bra and panties before wrapping his arms back around you walking you towards the full length standing mirror in your room.

When you whine and glance back at him he gives you a look raising his brow before he lets go of you and grabs a chair from the corner. One that has no arms, just a back, something you sit on to put on your stockings or sometimes even in front of your vanity. You watch as he places it in front of the mirror before he comes back to you and sits on the chair before putting you on his knee. “And tell me gorgeous, what did you send back to me?”

Your cheeks are hot with embarrassment as you look away from the mirror as his hands move over your body. One up your back as he unclasps your bra, the other running over your thigh as he looks up at you. “Look in the mirror and tell me what you sent back to me.” You sigh, closing your eyes before you look back at the mirror to watch your bra fall off your chest down your arms before Seokmin pulls it away and drops it on the floor.

“I…said that I wasn’t. I said…I…” You choke on the words and Seokmin lifts a hand to run it over your cheek almost sadly before tracing your lips. “You said you were ugly, and I said to take it back. Then you told me no.” You look at Seokmin in his eyes feeling slightly ashamed at your earlier conversation when you see the sadness in his eyes as he also has such adoration dripping from them when he looks at you. “I want…you to take those words back. So I’m going to make you understand what I see when I look at you.”

You close your eyes and Seokmin pulls you down by the back of your neck to brush his lips over yours before he whispers in the kiss. “Remember I love you.” You swallow hard and nod whispering back that you love him. When he pulls back he runs his fingers over your neck and down your chest making you arch before he speaks again. “Stop looking at me and look into the mirror. Don’t look at me again. Now stand up.”

Seokmin helps you stand on slightly unsteady legs as he remains sitting. Your eyes still on the mirror and on yourself as his hands move to slide your panties down your legs. “There…” You hear his words and feel them as his mouth brushes against the small of your back before he presses a kiss to your skin. “Stand there.” You sigh wanting to close your eyes as you feel him shifting and can see him stand as he strips behind you.

His shirt and tie falling to your feet before his pants and boxers follow. If anyone in this room was beautiful in your eyes it was the man behind you but you didn’t dare say anything to that nature out of fear of hurting him or ruining what he was trying to tell you. “Now baby. This beautiful, stunning, woman in this mirror in front of you is the love of my life. You aren’t always kind to her but I try to be.”

You can’t help but you smile knowing he is. Seokmin smiles as you do as he looks over your shoulder. His fingers move along your hips as he steps in close to you. His nose brushes against your ear before he hums against your ear when you feel his cock press against your ass. Seokmin looks back into the mirror and smirks at you as you arch slightly to his touch.

“I’m going to fuck my pretty girlfriend in front of this mirror. You are going to watch and every single time I say something to you such as…” He smiles as he leans to breath against your ear as his fingers dip between your legs making you moan. “You are such a good girl.You are going to repeat that back to me. Do it.” You shake your head and Seokmin growls sliding his finger along your clit as he hisses against your ear.

“You are…such a good girl, who is going to listen tonight.” You whine, your knees buckling as you become breathless grabbing his arm. “I’m..I’m a good girl. I’m going to listen tonight.” Seokmin smiles and presses a kiss to your ear when you finally say what you are supposed to as his finger circles your clit gently. “You are so loved.” You whine and look in the mirror as he peeks at you.

“I..I am loved.” He nods and takes a step back with you as he sits down and carefully brings you with him. You sit on his leg as his free hand strokes his cock, his fingers moving to slide towards your entrance. “Spread your legs.” You nod and do as you are told only to watch as Seokmin slowly slides two of his fingers into you. “You are a goddess.”

“Seokmin…I can’t say that.” He sighs and curls his fingers into you kissing your shoulder before his fingers bury into you making you gasp loudly falling back against him. “You are a goddess.” When you try to close your legs, Seokmin lets go of his cock in place of keeping your legs open as he fingers you. “I’m, oh fuck. You’re gonna make me cum Seokmin.”

He hums and bites at your shoulder before moving his lips back to your ear. “Say the words.” You moan loudly, feeling yourself come undone as you finally give in, “I’m a goddess.” Seokmin groans against your neck, feeling your cum seep around his fingers as he slowly pulls them from your pussy only to run them along your folds. “Yes you are.”

When your thighs jerk slightly, Seokmin smirks before bringing his fingers up to his mouth, sucking them clean before helping you sit up as he lines his cock up with your entrance before looking at you in the mirror as you pant for a deep breath. He never looks away as he slowly lowers you down over him as you moan his name like a mantra taking him inch by inch until you are fully seated over him, his hand against your stomach as he groans on your shoulder.

“You are perfect.” You whine at the compliment before meeting his eyes for a moment before looking at the mirror as he starts to help you move when you finally speak. “I’m perfect.” He nods and massages his thumbs along your hips as he sucks on his bottom lip for a moment before glancing back at the mirror to watch you take his cock.

“That’s right…made for me. You were made for me.” That one was easy, you nod and hold your hands over his as you whimper feeling close to your orgasm already. “I was made for you.” He gasps into a groan at how you clench him. “Oh fuck baby. You are so beautiful.” There it was, his eyes met yours in the mirror and he watched you take pause.

His fingers lace with yours as he guides one over your breast and keeps the other over your hip keeping you moving as you simply stare at the mirror. “Say it.” You hear the desperation in his voice knowing he is just as close as you are when he finally moves your other hand between your legs and uses his fingers and yours to brush over your clit making you gasp.

“You are so fucking beautiful. The most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I am the luckiest man in the world.” You shake your head and close your eyes for a moment as Seokmin’s hand moves from yours letting it drop from your breast in place of holding your face gently. “Open your eyes.”

You do and look in the mirror to take a breath as you feel him pull you back closer with his other hand as he chooses to wrap the arm around you to hold you close as you start to tremble around his cock. “I’m beautiful.” Seokmin nods against your neck and kisses your cheek before turning your face towards him so he can kiss you muttering that he loves you as you cum again.

Moaning softly against his lips you tell him the same as your eyes close finally when tears threaten to spill over from being overwhelmed. Seokmin quickly follows you with his own climax only to hold you close, his mouth moving slowly with yours. The kiss is deep and tender as his thumb brushes under your eye to catch any tears before he pulls back.

“Are you okay?” You nod but Seokmin carefully slips from you only to turn you around and pull you back on to his lap so he can cup your face with both hands looking you over making sure. His eyes are searching yours carefully for any signs of pain or hurt. When you put your hands over his and lean in to kiss him, Seokmin smiles on your lips and his heart clenches when you mutter that you love him on his lips.

“Baby I love you more than anything.” He speaks muffled against your lips before pulling back to push your hair away from your face. “That’s why…I just…I needed to make you see it and say it. You are so important. Never say those things about yourself again. Ever, promise me?” Tears do slip from your eyes now and Seokmin’s thumbs are quick to brush them away, his lips quick to follow his thumbs kissing your cheeks.

“I promise.” He nods and mutters that he is sorry, making you laugh as you pull back this time and shake your head. “Sorry for what?” Seokmin smiles and gestures around the room and sighs, leaning his head back. “I went about this a little intensely, we can’t really lie about that now can we?” You smile and tilt his head back up kissing his cheek then his lips. “No but that is very you, Lee Seokmin.”

He smiles gently and nods before brushing his nose with yours and taking a breath just taking in the silence before speaking again. “So…what’s for dinner?” You can’t help but to laugh as you lean back and smack at his chest making him laugh as you slide off his lap and move to the closet telling him to order something. Seokmin mutters okay as he watches you with complete adoration.

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sweetyyhippyy · 1 year

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Getting Flowers. Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader. *FLUFF*

(Not my pictures. My header.)

Summary: Eddie surprises his girlfriend with her favorite flowers after having a hard time lately.

TW: Reader crying. Reader being stressed. Eddie being the best boyfriend.

Word count: 1.3k

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Eddie was hunched over the sink, taking care of the dishes he had used while cooking dinner that way afterward he could spend as much time with his girlfriend as he could since their time had been so scarce the past few weeks due to her working so much. From the front of the apartment, he heard the door slam shut. He jumps slightly at the sound, turning the faucet off and looking behind his shoulder.

She had visibly had a rough day, her hair was in a messy ponytail, and her eye makeup was slightly smeared from rubbing at her eyes in frustration all day. She sighed as she kicked her heels off, walking across the carpet in the main room over to the kitchen where Eddie was. She didn’t speak as she wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head in the middle of his back as she squeezed him.

“Hey, baby.” He runs his fingers along her arm softly. “You okay?”

The dam breaks and she sniffles as she begins to cry behind him, burying her face in his back.

“Baby, hey.” Eddie coos, turning around so he can hold her and see her face to face. “What happened? Why are you so sad?”

She hiccups a few sobs before she looks up at him, wiping her eyes clear of the tears that were falling down her cheeks. “I’m just having a rough time with literally everything. Work is so horrible right now. I’m staying all these late hours just because they have nobody else to stay, if I do something wrong I get in trouble for it even though I’m still learning how to do all these things they keep asking me to do, the people there are so fucking miserable that it’s making me miserable.” She sobs. “And because I’m staying so late I don’t get to see you except for coming home to eat dinner with you and then going to bed because I’m too tired to go do anything or sit and watch our shows with you. I feel like a horrible girlfriend and I hate it. I hate all of this.”

Eddie holds the back of her head against his chest, rocking her back and forth slightly to calm her down. He kisses her forehead while he lets her cry it out since he knew it was the only thing that would help her get through it.

It was a good 10 minutes of her crying into his chest, making a small wet spot in the middle of his shirt from her tears. She finally inhales shakily before picking her head up and wiping her face. “ ‘M sorry.”

“Sorry for what, sweetheart?” He rubs her upper arms comfortingly.

“That I just came home and laid all of that on you like that. I’ve just been struggling so much with all of it and I couldn’t hold it in anymore.”

“It’s okay, baby. It’s not good for you to hold it in anyways. Why don’t you take some time off so you can take your mind off work?”

She sighs and shakes her head. “I can’t. I’m still training so I can’t request any time off until I’m done. Even then, we still need to keep putting money aside so we can get our house.”

Eddie kisses her forehead followed by her cheek. “They can’t penalize you if you’re sick, right? Go take a shower and run outside with wet hair.” He jokes, trying to lighten the mood and make her laugh.

She half smiles at him, resting her head back on his chest. “Just need you to hold me, please?”

Eddie wraps his arms around her tightly, going back to rocking her back and forth. “I got you, baby.”

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It was Eddie’s turn to do the grocery run this week.

She gave him very strict instructions to stick to the list and not stray away from what was on the list. They were on a strict budget since they wanted to buy their own place in the next year or so.

Eddie passes by the floral section at the front of the store on the way to the checkout counter, spying a bouquet of pretty yellow sunflowers. He smiles as he picks the bouquet up and looks at them, making sure they weren’t all wilted and half dead before impulsively deciding to carry them to the checkout counter.

She might or might not freak out over him buying an extra item, but he knew he could sweet talk his way out of whatever lecture she was going to give him just by batting his eyes at her, it’s how he always got out of trouble.

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Eddie patiently waited for his girlfriend in their room, strumming his guitar absentmindedly, knowing she would be home any minute from work. He had left the flowers on the counter in a vase for her to see when she walked in, and for some reason he was so giddy and excited to see her reaction.

Like clockwork, 7:15pm, he heard the front door close and the keys hitting the glass bowl. He perks up in bed, staring at the back of the bedroom door and waiting for her to come in.

“Eds? I’m home.” She calls out, kicking her shoes off as she reaches the kitchen. She notices a beautiful bouquet of golden sunflowers sitting right in the middle of the counter, her heart fluttering right away. “Eddie.” She says to herself, running her thumb over one of the petals. She grabs a cup of water before walking toward the back of their apartment, opening the door and pushing it open. “Hey there, handsome.” She beams at him.

Eddie puts the guitar on the bed next to him, biting a smile back. “Hey, beautiful. How was work?” He pats his lap, motioning her to come over to him.

“It was shit. Somehow worse than the rest of the week.” She sighs, taking her hair out of the high bun it had been in all day, shaking it out. She walks over to him, straddling his lap as she throws her arms around his neck.

“I’m sorry it was bad, baby.” Eddie strokes both of her thighs lovingly.

“It did get better though.” She kisses the tip of his nose which makes him scrunch his face.

“Oh did it? What made it better?”

“This really sweet guy bought me some beautiful flowers.” She tangles her fingers into his hair and gently massages his scalp with the pads of her fingers.

“No shit? He sounds like a great guy.” Eddie snickers, kissing her neck.

“Yeah, he’s pretty great. Kinda cute… big head though.” She jokes.

Eddie picks his head up, his jaw slacked open in fake shock. “Which head are we talking about here? Because I might be offended.”

She full out belly laughs, shaking her head at her boyfriend. “You’re too much.” She presses a quick kiss to his lips, sighing in contentment. “Thank you baby.”

“For what?”

“The flowers in the kitchen.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, babe?” He tilts his head to the side, raising his eyebrow.

She giggles at his little game, kissing his cheek repeatedly. “Oh, you don’t, huh? That’s a shame, I was willing to give you all the credit and you would have gotten so lucky tonight.” She clicks her tongue, wiggling her eyebrows up and down.

“Oh! You’re talking about the flowers in the kitchen! I thought you were talking about the flowers in the bathroom! Oh yeah, yeah, yeah I got you the flowers in the kitchen!” He stumbles over his words, a smirk planted on his face.

“Oh really?!” She says in fake shock. “I never would have guessed! What a good boyfriend you are to me.” She coos at him, cupping his face before kissing him again. “Thank you my love. I’m so lucky to have you.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x fem! reader #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munsonxreader

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roodles03 · 1 year

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🌈 Roodles03 🌈

My name is Roo, and my pronouns are they/them! I'm 20, queer, and autistic.

I post Hazbin Hotel fanart/comics and shit like that. Pretty much exclusively Alastor content because he's my hyperfixation right now. If you love Alastor then you've come to the right place! I actually do more than just art! I also post fanfics on my A03 and occasionally post memes and discussion posts here on tumblr.

DNI LIST:

Pedophiles, Queerphobic people, racists, misogynists, or any other form of bigotry. (Obvious)

Trump Supporters. (Also obvious)

Proshippers. (You guys are fucking disgusting)

If you ship Alastor with anyone outside of it being one sided. (No I don't care what Viv said. Alastor is aro/ace.)

Repost Rules:

Thinking about reposting my art/comics? Please check this list first.

Are you just reposting the art/comic by itself with no original spin on it? DO NOT REPOST UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES. IF YOU ASK I WILL NOT GIVE PERMISSION.

Are you reposting my art/comics on youtube? ASK ME FIRST.

Do you want to voice dub my comic? ASK ME FIRST, PERMISSION WILL BE 100% GRANTED.

Do you want to dub my comic in another language? LET ME KNOW FIRST, AS I WILL ACTUALLY HELP YOU. I WILL SEND THE PANELS WITHOUT THE ENGLISH DIALOGUE.

Do you want to use my art for a meme? NO PERMISSION NEEDED JUST GIVE CREDIT.

Do you want to use my art in an edit? ASK ME FIRST.

Do you want to use my art as a profile picture or header? NO PERMISSION NEEDED JUST CREDIT.

Do you want to color one of my unfinished drawings? ASK ME FIRST. PERMISSION WILL ALWAYS BE GRANTED.

Do you want to redraw one of my drawings? ASK ME FIRST. PERMISSION WILL ALWAYS FOR GRANTED (JUST DON'T TRACE!)

Do you want to take inspiration or use my art/comics as references? NO PERMISSION OR CREDIT NEEDED.

If you have any questions or if something here isn't listed, ASK ME FIRST.

Other things:

Please be resonable when simping over my art. All of my art is strictly SFW (outside the occasional sex joke) and it makes me really uncomfortable to make visually suggestive shit. (Asexuality spectrum coming in lol) So again, if you simp, please keep it reasoable. Don't say some fucking vile shit you wouldn't say to me irl if you want to simp over my art. When people over sexualize shit it makes me uncomfortable.

Blank/Default PFP blogs with no content will be blocked due to safety concerns with all these fucking tumblr bots swarming the site recently.

Feel free to send me asks in the askbox!

Commission Status: Closed until further notice.

I don't really do requests, but if you send an ask and I happen to like your idea, there is a small chance I'll put it in my queue.

Instagram: Roodles03

A03: Roodles03

Youtube: Roodles03

Spare Acc: Roodles03-reblog-account

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r0achezz · 8 months

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r0achezz safespace of doodles and authoring galore >:3

*BEFORE WE START I AM A MINOR SO KEEP IT SFW

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Hello! welcome to my blog! Hope you enjoy my silly little writing, art, rambles and more! You're just in time for the dumpster fire XD

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Name: call me either Malekai or roach, whatever you prefer.

pronouns you can use for me!: he/him/himself, they/them/themself, it/its/itself

I like: Legend of Zelda stuff! such as linked universe, linked maze, and every other thing in between! I also enjoy seafood a lot and think that you are also pretty cool :]

I don't like: being called she, or mentioned in a feminine way. giraffes, despise those things (im serious please don't @ me in pictures of giraffes just because you think its funny. its fine ig once in awhile, but if you do it repetively it gets annoying :/ it's kind of a phobia more than just a 'ew they look weird' kind of way)

tags i will use:

#r0achezz asks <- asks ofc!

#roachy reblobs <- reblogs

#r0ach doodles <;- art

#r0achezz wonders/r0achezz <-Everything else

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Ao3 is Burning_roaches (The reason i called it that is because of a silly meme my friend sent me heh)

instagram is 0tt3r_pop where I’ll post a lot of things more oc and scenecore related!

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Feel free to DM if you need advice, need to vent, or just to get to know me more!! I don't bite ^^ (just don't be weird (in a gross, bad meaning way) and/or send in hate :P)

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*note: while i've been doing art for awhile now ive only just started to try out writing in august! so please be kind, critism is absolutely lovely!

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Btw writing requests and art requests are open! Though art might take a bit longer ^^

*pfp credit goes to AKchimp75!! Thank you for the lovely art ^^

header from this post!

HEYYY! Shadow link here, uhmmmm, Roach keeps on putting off our sys tags so I’m putting them here now! >:)- *NOTE: expect Me or host posting most of the time

Shadow Link-🕷️

Azmin- 🌟

LU sky- 🪶

Dazai Osamu- 🔪

minish cap link- 🍀

Lucy- 👁️

Vaati- 🦇

nimbit- 🐾

(sys tags will be <EMOJI> speaks!)

#R0achezz masterpost! 2.0

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Hi, yoonia! I have been wondering how to make fanfic banners like the ones with member’s pics in them? Like do you use Photoshop? Can you do a tutorial or something? Because those banners be looking fine asf!

Also, a small request, cna you also do a tutorial on how to make the header image like yours is, it's a gif, but with yoonkook’s picture in it? How do you do that? Looks pretty as fuck! I wanna learn how to do that! And your header image is so pretty, may i ask where did you find the background picture, the black, purple one? It’s very pretty!

Hello! First and formost, I’m sorry for the late reply, I haven’t been well lately, but your message is so kind, so thank you so much for making me smile! Yes, I do use Photoshop to create my fic banners.

I actually learned my way around it based on this wonderful tutorial shared by @eerieedits. I followed the steps in the tutorial to learn my basics before adding my own touch for my banners. The tutorial is really easy to follow, and there are resources links added to help you find anything you need, so I’m sure everything that has been added in the post can help you to learn the basics :)

For my fic banners specifically, the steps I take to create them usually goes like this:

step 1. choose the background that would fit the story (I usually find the background photos from unsplash) step 2. pick the member(s) photo that I want to use. As for the member photos, I usually delete the background and change them into blank png either manually (with photoshop) or use this website to help me step 3. add other key elements that represent the story (the picture below may explain more about this part) step 4. adjust hue/saturation/colouring according to the theme I want — you can find steps by steps to do this on the post linked above too step 5. add text step 6. final touch: I usually add png overlay to give a more dramatic effect and a noir look (that isn’t fully noir lol)

See down below for an example of the step by step process of my fic banner editing:

for example, this banner for Carousel

the steps I go through to create this and the items I added:

For these banners on my blog, I used the same steps to create them together:

First, I got the black-purple background from unsplash. A little tip, If you want to try to find similar images with these sparks of colours, use “[colour] background” on the search bar provided in the site. I had to go through a bunch of scrolling before choosing this one and I had to tweak the original picture a bit before I got the final look.

Minor adjustment on the background photo: added a copy of the background photo as a second layer over the original/background photo, add multiply effect on the second layer, arranged it with 50% opacity to make it darker without losing the details of the purple sparks.

For the rest of the steps, I followed the same steps as mentioned and shown above. Only difference that I made was switch the png overlay with gif overlay. I used star.gif from eerieedits’ resource/collection.

I hope this helps!

#💌 for dia #Anonymous #misc: tips & tricks #banner editing

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late-to-the-party-81 · 2 years

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Thunderbolts and Lightning

AN: Here is my entry for the Lady Marmalade Challenge, organised by @yarnforbrains on the Thot Neighbourhood Discord Server.

NB - Sex work is work. I will not be taking questions on this.

Additionally, I have never used a Violet wand, but I have done extensive research over the past few weeks. Please message me if I have got something extremely wrong...

Beta’d by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

Header by @yarnforbrains, dividers by @firefly-graphics and mood board by me.

Find my master list here

Summary: You’re eager to try something new, something kinky. Deciding you need to find an expert, you visit Lady Marmalade’s House of Tea and Jam and a certain master of all things electricity.

Pairing: Thor x female reader.

Word Count: 2.8k

CW: Sex Work, Electro-play (and explicit sexual content), Size kink, Aftercare.

You fidgeted as you sat on the edge of the unfamiliar bed, your fingers running back and forth over the plush red and gold bed sheets. Red and gold were the theme of the room, making you feel as though you were in the bedroom of a member of royalty.

The door opened and you jumped to your feet, embarrassed to be found sitting on the bed. It felt too intimate for a first meeting, which was ridiculous, considering why you were here. You clasped your hands together in front of you, your fingers twisted together.

Oh god!

Thor looked even better in the flesh than he had in the pictures you’d seen when contemplating this. Red harem pants, a gold vest and brocade slippers were all he wore, his hair, complete with braids, hanging loose around his shoulders.

Fuck. You really were doing this.

You wiped your hand down your dress and held it out to him.

“Erm, hi! Thank you for seeing me.”

A chuckle broke from his lips and he took your hand in one of his and then covered it with the other. They were so big!

“Thank you for wanting to see me.”

His voice was a rich baritone, slightly accented, and you swore you felt your heart skip a beat. He guided you back over to the bed, sitting and drawing you down to perch beside him. His thigh was pressed against yours and you could feel the heat of him through the thin material of your dress.

“Relax, little one. Everything that happens in this room is your choice and yours alone. You’re as nervous as a little mouse.”

A missish giggle slipped out, and you brought your free hand up to cover your mouth.

“Sorry. I’ve just never done anything like this before.”

“Then I am honoured that you have chosen me. I hope that you will enjoy our time together.”

“So, umm, how does this go?”

Another deep chuckle and he brought the back of his hand up to your face, brushing over your cheekbone with his knuckles, before he leant forward to speak softly in your ear

“Well, first, I need to ask you - did you request me because of my area of expertise?”

Your body shivered at his touch and you nodded, struck dumb by his aura.

“In that case, I’d better show you what we have to work with, and you can decide what takes your fancy. Yes?”

You nodded again, but he smiled and shook his head softly.

“I’m afraid that if you want to play with my special toys I’m going to need words, mouse. So, would you like to see them?”

You gulped, before pushing the word “Yes” from your lips.

He pulled you to your feet and your hands pressed against his chest for balance. You tipped your head up, so you could look at him, and were immediately hypnotised by his blue eyes. He observed you for a moment, as though by looking at you he could gain insight into your wants and desires - maybe he could - and then he led you over to a tall cabinet near the bed. He stood behind you, your back pressed up against his chest, and the warmth of him continued to burn through your clothes. His hips were pressed against your buttocks and you were certain you could feel him.

It appeared he was big all over…

Thor reached around you, and opened the doors to his cabinet and you gasped at the contents. Some of it was familiar to you; blindfolds, cuffs and even a spreader bar, but your eyes were drawn to the other toys, things you’d read about and seen pictures of on the internet, but never in person.

“You can pick them up, just be careful.” He leant forwards, his chin resting on your shoulder, and one broad arm around your waist, his fingers brushing back and forth across your belly.

You reached out and took hold of the heavy looking back cylinder with the tapered end. You turned it in your hands and then looked over at all the accessories. The sheer number of them was mind boggling.

“You like the look of the wand then? Good choice. We can start nice and gentle and then work our way up.” He stood up to full height and tipped your chin up so he could look right into your face again. “If you don’t like anything, and I mean anything, or you need a break, you say ‘enough’, okay?”

You swallowed hard, but still replied.

“Yes…”

He beamed at you.

“Good girl… Let’s get started, shall we?”

Leading you back to the bed, Thor sat down once again, but instead of letting you settle beside him, he pulled you down to straddle his lap. Your legs splayed to accommodate his thick thighs as you dropped down with an inelegant squeak. He brought his face close to yours, your noses brushing against each other, as his hands ran up and down your back.

“Let’s get you all relaxed…”

His lips pressed to yours, kissing you gently. You realised they were incredibly soft, and you quickly recognised the smell and scent of his coconut chapstick. You gave out a little hum of contentment, which Thor took as a sign to move to the next stage.

One of his large hands moved from your back to slide up over one of your breasts, gently squeezing it over your dress and bra. Your fingers curled into his shoulders, hanging onto him lest you melt into a puddle on the floor. You barely noticed him slowly opening the buttons down the front of your dress, until you briefly felt cool air flowing over your skin, before it was seared by the heat of his hand. His thumb rubbed over your nipples in turn, encouraging them to stiff peaks within the lace of your floral peach bra.

It had been so long since you’d been touched like this, by someone who was focussed on your pleasure. Yes, this was a transaction, but you pushed away those sensible thoughts to just focus on the sensations.

Thor pinched one of your nipples with a bit more firmness and you gasped, your back arching and your head falling back. Your temporary lover took the opportunity to press his mouth to your throat, kissing and sucking at the delicate skin, then trailing down to your collarbone. He pushed the fabric of your dress away, the material fluttering to the floor, and the hand still resting on your back moved to the clasp of your bra. He stopped kissing your heated flesh to look up at you, meeting your eyes with a silent question.

With your lower lip caught between your teeth you gave him a small nod, and his nimble fingers made quick work of the fastening. Letting go of his shoulders, you smiled at him, shyly, and pulled the straps down your arms.

Thor kept his eyes on your face as you discarded your bra, before kissing you sweetly once more. A hunger rose up inside of you, and you clasped his face between your hands, the soft hair of his beard tickling your palms. You nipped at his plush lower lip, and he chuckled against your mouth, before opening his own to you.

Your tongues tangled and your hips jerked, and you were made aware of the fact that he was definitely enjoying this.

Suddenly, Thor twisted, taking you both down to the mattress, your body pinned beneath his bigger one. His lips were still against yours, and both his hands made their way to your chest. You whimpered as he plucked your nipples, your body shuddering under the erotic enslaught.

“So sensitive, little mouse. We’re going to have so much fun.”

His voice was a purr, deep and molasses thick.

As he unexpectedly pulled away from your body, you felt bereft, but you watched as he stood, shucked his vest, and pulling a hair tie from his wrist, twisted his hair up into a messy bun on top of his head. Moving over to his cabinet, he stood for a few moments, looking at the contents, then looking back at you, an impish expression spreading over his handsome face. He plucked up the blindfold and moved back to the bed.

Your eyes closed in anticipation, your hands fisting into the sheets, and you felt Thor drop delicate kisses to both eyelids before he slid the mask over your face, plunging you into complete darkness.

You listened hard, heard him moving back across the room and removing items from the cabinet, but he was back on the bed swiftly, the mattress dipping beside you. A little bit more shuffling and then there was no way to avoid hearing what came next.

The loud crackling made you jump.

“Sshh, shh. It sounds a lot harsher than it is. We’re going to start low and slow.”

Thor’s words soothed you, reminding you that he was an expert in this. You breathed out and tried to concentrate on what you could feel, knowing that any moment you would feel the stimulus of the electricity from the violet wand. You could barely breathe, and then you felt it, a prickly kind of tickle as Thor held the wand just above your skin.

“I’m using a glass electrode,” he explained softly. “It has a large surface area, so the sensation will be more diffuse, less sharp.”

He touched the glass to your thigh and you twitched, gasping out at the feeling, like a static shock. He made another gentle touch to your other thigh, and although you twitched again, it wasn’t as much as now you knew what to expect.

“How was that, little one? Too much? Too little?”

“Good… it was good.”

“Excellent…” The purr was back, and although you couldn’t see his face, you knew he was smiling. He stroked the wand down your thigh in a sweeping movement, and the tingling sensation flooded your nerves.

God, it felt better than you thought it would.

“More… please.”

You could almost hear his smirk at your request.

The next touch of the wand had you arching and crying out. The tingles were going straight to your cunt and you could feel yourself getting wet. Thor continued to tease you for the next few minutes, the wand touching you over your thighs, stomach and arms. You weren’t sure where he was going to aim for next, and the anticipation was intoxicating. What you didn’t expect though, was for him to stop, for the wand to fall silent. Despite your blindfold, you turned your head towards him, tilting your head to the side and letting out an involuntary whimper.

“Don’t worry little one. I’m just changing it up a bit.” He shuffled a bit more, and you wondered what he was doing. “Tell me, mouse. You’ve done some research about violet wands, yes?”

“Yes…”

“So what type of play did we just do?”

“Direct.”

“Correct. So what do you think comes next?”

As your brain put two and two together, the crackling noise started up again. You felt the tingle, the spark jumping to your skin moments before he trailed a finger up your leg, from your ankle up to your inner thigh.

“Oh, fuck!”

He chuckled again at your reaction.

“That’s not the answer, is it?” His finger drew swirls across your lower abdomen, running along the lacy edge of your underwear, making you clench.

“In..Indirect.”

“Good, little one. Now, if I touch you with my skin, or with something conductive, you will feel it. Let’s start with my finger tips.”

Thor’s hand moved further up your body, with you moaning and writhing the entire time. Just when you thought the sensations couldn’t get any better, he started to circle one of your nipples. The flesh instantly puckered and you hoped the room was sound-proof, given the strength of your cry.

You lost time as he played with each breast in turn, massaging the weight of them, and then gently torturing each stiff peak. You were certain your underwear was now ruined.

“I’m looking forward to this next bit.” You heard the undercurrent of amusement in Thor’s voice as he spoke, guessing it was really to himself rather than you. You wondered what he meant, but in the next instant realised, as you almost came on the spot when he encompassed one of your breasts with his hot, wet mouth.

“Fuuuuuuuuuck.”

Your back arched, your body bowed off the bed. You swore you felt the fabric of the sheet give under your fists. You were babbling now, unable to verbalise how you felt, your body a slave to the brand new sensations.

Thor’s free hand travelled down your body, the reverse of the path it had taken previously, but when he reached your panties, he didn’t go past them.

No, he stopped, and then dipped his hand underneath.

His electrifying fingers slid through your thoroughly saturated folds and you were vaguely aware of his amused hum as he explored. You squirmed and wailed in pleasure beneath his touch, and once he’d made his way to your clit, it only took a few strokes before you were thrown over the edge into the most intense orgasm you’d ever had. The twin sensations of his caress, married with the tingle and slight pain the electro-stimulation brought was an intoxicating feeling.

Thor carried you through your high, first by letting go of the violet wand and cutting the electrical supply, and then by slowing and gentling his touch. You were breathing hard, head dizzy and tears leaking from your eyes as you came down. Thor’s large hands ran up and down your arms, soothingly.

“There you go, little one. So good for me, so beautiful when you come. Take a deep breath, yeah? It can be a little overwhelming the first time. Shh, shh. When you’re ready I’ll get you some water.”

Shakily your hands moved up to your face, pushing off your blindfold and you blinked as you got used to the light again. You saw Thor smiling at you, and you couldn’t help but smile in return. You sat up gently and he reached over to the bedside table, grabbing a fresh water bottle and you were thankful for the sports cap as you swallowed the refreshing liquid down.

Thor cleared the bed of his toys, then slid back onto it, next to you. Wrapping his arm around your shoulders, he encouraged you to lay back against his chest.

“How was that for you, my nervous mouse?”

“Amazing. Thank you.”

You twisted in his hold, looking at him earnestly, eyes wide and bright. He grasped one of your hands and gave it a small shake.

“No, thank you. Thank you for letting me show you this, for choosing me to give you this pleasure. Do you think it’s something you would want to do again, now you’ve tried it?”

You grinned, buoyed up in a way you hadn’t been in a long time.

“Oh, definitely, but as I’ve not really got anyone else to…umm… play with, would it be okay if I came back again?”

“I would be honoured, little one. There is so much more to show you, for you to experience. There are pinwheels, mylar floggers, finger claw and the internal electrodes...”

He brought his head down to yours and rubbed the side of his nose against yours. “I will show you the pleasures of exquisite pain whenever you wish, my mouse.”

You tipped your head and pressed your lips to his briefly. You were sated for the time being, but certain you would be returning. Thor helped you to freshen up and dress, and he gave you another kiss at the door as you folded the bills into his hand.

Thor watched you go, a small private smile on his lips as he turned to tidy up, ready for his next customer. After cleaning all of the accessories, he placed them back in their designated places in his cabinet. He was happy that you’d had a good time; he prided himself on his ability to bring his clients to heights of ecstasy they’d never experienced before.

The one thing that never ceased to amaze him though, was that no-one ever noticed that the wand wasn’t attached to a power supply.

He held his hand up and watched the sparks of electricity travel between his fingers, before whistling to himself and changing the bedding.

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