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strawberryscarecr0w · 2 months

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Alphonse x Seth x GN! Reader

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CW: BDSM, Jealousy, Argument, Use of Alcohol, Light Bondage, Smut with plot, Established relationship, Out of character, Overstimulation, Everyone being grumpy assholes, Hair pulling if you squint, “Make me,” trope, Brat reader x Mean doms, Lots of Aftercare, Oral (M receiving), Eiffel Tower position

These plans had been set for weeks, you had to plead with your boyfriends to go with you. Your childhood friends had invited you as well as Alphonse and Seth to go out to this halloween party. The whole day had gone great, work went smoothly, the fresh batch of cookie you’d made tasted delicious, everything was perfect. Until your beloved boyfriends came home in a horrible mood.

“Hey boo,” Your favorite pastel punk greeted as he dropped his work bag off on the counter. Seth barely grumbled a hello, both were clearly not in the best mood.

“Welcome home! How was work?” You asked nervously, reading their less than pleased expressions. “Take a wild fucking guess,” Alphonse mumbled as Seth just huffed, kicking off his shoes.

“Not great?” You said, sympathy in your voice, leaving your station at the fridge to go comfort your tired boyfriends. Al melted into the hug, humming a response into your hair. Seth sighed, walking over to press a kiss to the side of your head. Once the two pulled away, they started their retreat to their shared bedroom. “Oh! Don’t forgot we have those plans to meet with my friends at the bar.” You said, turning back to the cookies you’d baked, you hadn’t even noticed their footsteps had stopped. “You can’t be serious right?” Seth said, sounding almost irritated as you looked over your shoulder. “We made these plans weeks ago, we can’t just cancel.” You said with a nervous laugh, “That would be inconsiderate.” Alphonse let out a dramatic groan, “Boo, can we please just cancel? You can make it up to your friends another time, we’re tired.” He whined, almost pouting at you. “No, we already canceled once, it’s not fair, you two said this morning that you’d come home and help me with the cookies but you came home late and I had to finish on my own.” You sighed, you weren’t upset that they came home later than expected but they had promised they would go to this party with you. “If it is that important, we’ll go.” Seth grumbled as he slipped into their bedroom, Alphonse following with a roll of his eyes. You were left alone in the kitchen, fighting back your irritation as you took in a few quick breaths before turning back to your baked goods.

Thirty minutes pass and they return from their room. By now you had packed up everything you needed for the party, all you needed were your boys. Seth had slipped into jeans and a white t-shirt while Alphonse was in a black hoodie and his classic bleached jeans. “You two look good,” You hummed, smiling, feeling your irritation begin to fade as the boys seemed to lighten up a bit. After some quick trips to the car, they were on their way to the bar. The drive was pretty quiet, you at the wheel while Seth sat in the passenger seat with Alphonse in the back. “So,” You said, trying to break the awkward tension, “why are you two so tired?” Seth sighed at your question, turning away from the window to look at you. “I had to handle customer services today because our usual guy got sick last minute.” He said, rubbing his temples. You scoffed at the irony and couldn’t help but let the comment slip, “It’s sucks when people try to cancel something they committed to last minute.” Almost instantly both of them seemed to bristle, Alphonse scoffing under his breath. “Not fair, Boo, we’re the ones who had hard days today, y’know going out there and making actual money? What did you do all day anyways, bake fucking cookies?” He snapped, coming out harsher then intended, almost instantly beginning to apologize before you cut him off, “Funny you say that considering how you barely make shit.” Seth let out a unamused snort, the comment feeling more personal than he would have liked. The rest of the ride to the bar was filled with a pissed uncomfortable silence. Once they pulled into the parking lot, Seth quickly got out of the car followed by Alphonse. You got out, ignoring the glares at the back of your head as you pulled your sweets out of the trunk of the car. “Cmon.” You hissed sharply, satisfied at the begrudging footsteps that followed behind as you entered the party.

An hour went by and you’d almost lost the boys in the crowd. There were people everywhere at the party, you had been dragged out to the dance floor by your friends and hadn’t quite found your way back to the quiet corner where you’d last been with your boyfriends. After a couple of drinks, you had been dancing with no remorse. You wouldn’t be considered really even tipsy but the bit of alcohol in your system had made you feel brave. A hand gripped your shoulder, making you turn only to be greeted by a stranger. “Hey sweetheart, can I buy you a drink?” The man said, looking up and down your figure. Usually you would have beat the guys ass for even looking in your direction but as you were about to tell him to fuck off, you had an idea. “Fuck it, sure.” You replied as you allowed the man to drag you to the bar, as you walked through the crowd you made eye contact with Seth who was being a wall flower, Al at his side. Almost immediately, his eyebrows raised in outrage, elbowing poor Alphonse so hard he nearly toppled over. You grinned at them, tossing a wink at the pissed off cowboy before disappearing back into the crowd, dragged away by the stranger. Once the man had sat down with you, two drinks were poured and you downed yours quickly as the man made a weak attempt at flirting with you. You only nodded politely as your eyes wandered through the crowd, once your gaze settled on the corner where your boys had been hiding. To your dismay, they weren’t there anymore, you’d barely had a moment to wonder where they had gone before a familiar arm wrapped around your waist, yanking you from your seat. You began to protest only to hear a southern voice snarling at you to shut up. As quickly as you had been picked up, you were tossed over Seth’s shoulder, Alphonse leading the way through the crowd as you kicked, screaming as you pounded on Seth’s back. The music was too loud for your complaints to be heard so there was no trouble as you left. You were tossed in the back of the car as Alphonse and Seth took the front seats. “Hey assholes! Maybe warn me next time you’re gonna fucking kidnap me?!” You shouted from the back seat earning a sarcastic chuckle from Seth. “It’s not kidnapping, brat, we’re dating or did you forget? You seemed to have a fun time ignoring our relationship when you were googly eyeing that piece of shit.” Alphonse snapped back, his tone becoming mocking as Seth drove them home. You knew better than to reply, letting the rest of the ride sit in silence.

Once they’d pulled into the driveway, car coming to a stop, Seth pulled you from your seat, practically dragging you inside with Alphonse trailing behind. The front door slammed shut and you turned, expecting Seth to let you go as the trio entered the kitchen. Usually if they did argue, which was rare, it would happen in the kitchen. This time though, you were dragged to the bedroom. You were barely given the time to question before you were tossed on the bed. “What the hell?!” You shouted angrily but your complaints fell on deaf ears as Alphonse pinned you down, Seth pulling his shirt off as Al spoke, “Y’know, we should of just stayed home maybe snuggled up and ate those goodies you made but no, you wanted to drag us out even when we were exhausted. Now you gotta pay the price, that little stunt you pulled? Not cool, Boo, actions have consequences.” He said, shaking his head in mock disappointment. You swallowed hard, trying to stand your ground despite the warmth you started to feel spread between your thighs at the anticipation. “Well- if you two had just kept your word then maybe I wouldn’t have been so bratty.” That earned a laugh from Seth who ran a hand through his brown hair, “We did keep our word,” he pointed out, “you just decided it wasn’t enough.” At that, you found yourself blushing in embarrassment, looking away as you realized he had a point. Seth sighed, his eyes meeting Al’s as they came to some silent agreement. After a moment of quiet, Seth moved between your legs, parting them with his hands as he rested his head in between them. “Were we not giving you enough attention, sugar? Did you need us so badly that you felt the need to act out?” He cooed, leaning his face into your thigh as he looked up at you. At that moment you had been too flustered by Seth that you hadn’t noticed Alphonse sliding behind you until something bonded your wrists. With a squeak of surprise, you turned to see Al’s signature bejeweled belt tied tight around your wrists. “Why don’t you tell us how bad you need it, how bad you want this dick.” Alphonse whispered in your ear, making you jump at the boldness of his statement. As Seth held eye contact with you, he began to place kisses on your thighs, making you flush. You finally looked away from the cowboy between your legs to give Al attention, only then processing what he said. “Make me.” You breathed out, chuckling when Alphonse’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. After a moment of silence, Al’s hand grabbed a fist full of your hair, shoving your face down into the sheets. It wasn’t long before the little shorts you had put on had been dragged down to your ankles, bringing your underwear along with it.

The boys maneuvered until Al sat in front of you and Seth kneeled behind you, hands gently rubbing your hips. You watched eagerly as Alphonse unzipped his jeans, not noticing Seth’s hands spreading you until he roughly pushed two fingers in your needy hole. You whined, fighting back protests for him to go slower as his fingers rapidly curled into your sweet spot. A much softer hand slid into your hair, redirecting your attention as Alphonse pulled out his dick, the tip tapping against your lips. You got the memo and opened your mouth, your tongue sliding over the tip while Al chuckled above you. “Oh now you’re behaving huh?” His grip on your hair got rough and he used you to shove himself more in. The tip hit the back of throat, causing you to gag as you desperately tried to breath through your nose. You hadn’t even noticed Seth’s fingers sliding out of you until you felt the cold air against the back of your thighs. Before you could question it, you heard the familiar click of his belt being unbuckled. As you tried to pull back, Al yanked you farther along his dick, causing tears to form in your eyes. There was warmth against your thigh and you jumped at the feeling of Seth’s leaky tip rubbing between your legs, brushing your entrance. You flinched, moaning as he pushed himself in, the stretch ached as you struggled to get used to his size. Seth was smaller than Al but he had much more girth than him. After a moment of making sure you were comfortable, he pulled out only to slam back into you, falling into a fast paced rhythm. Alphonse quickly followed, using your hair as leeway to thrust into your mouth. As Seth rammed into your sweet spot, it was getting harder to think. You were moaning out fragments of an apology that were muffled by Al’s cock in your mouth. The tears that had rimmed your eyes began to fall, trailing down your flushed out face. Alphonse pulled out for a moment to let you catch your breath as Seth repositioned himself, you opened your mouth to tell them how sorry you were but you never got the chance. He slammed back into you but this time he hit that one spot that had your toes curling and your vision going white. The tightness that had begun to form in your stomach snapped, your orgasm hitting you like a bus as you came all over his cock. Your brain was fuzzy as you tried to get your bearings, Alphonse gently pried your jaws open, his tip resting on your tongue as you sucked mindlessly. You thought Seth was finished but then his hips moved, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into you. The thrust caused you to jolt forward, turning you started to speak, “Just w-wait a secon-!” You were cut off as Al yanked your head back, slamming himself into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. Fresh tears poured down your face as your overstimulated wails were muffled. That tightness in your stomach was returning rapidly, your toes curled as your legs began to shake. You were choking on Al’s dick, spit running down your chin. Their thrusts were starting to become sloppy, falling out of sync with eachother.

Soon enough you hit your climax again, cumming with a broken moan as you felt warmth slide down your throat and the familiar feeling of being full washed over you. The room was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and soft sobs as you tried to regain your composure. Seth pulled out of you, leaning over to untie Al’s belt, rubbing your wrists where the skin had rubbed raw. You slumped down on the bed, exhaustion taking over you. Al ran his hands through your hair, soothing over any aches you had from the rough treatment from earlier. An arm slid under you and you were scooped up into the warm arms of your loving cowboy. You could hear Alphonse following the two of you into the bathroom as Seth turned on the faucet of the bath, letting it fill. Once the water had run warm, you were placed in the bathtub, sighing contently at the heat. There was a soft hand rubbing your arm, an attempt to get your attention. As you turned your head, you were met with soft blue eyes, “You okay, Boo? Did we go too rough?” Alphonse asked gently, rubbing circles into your skin. You shook your head no as Seth chuckled, “Sugar’s tough, they can take anything we throw at them.” He joked, helping wash your body, hands traveling over your tired limbs. “Sorry I entertained that loser,” You mumbled sheepishly, earning amused looks from the two of them. “It’s okay Boo, he’s got nothing on us.” Al said with a mischievous grin, lightly elbowing Seth. You smiled, letting the warmth of their love wash over you as you felt yourself drift off to sleep in the tub, they’d carry you later but for now they let you rest for the night.

~~~ Word count: 2,592

i wrote a essay, you’re welcome 😭

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olicitymckono · 10 months

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His Girl

I absolutely love Max but I'll always be a Charles girl.

Any errors are my own but I really hope you enjoy.

They were best friends, had been since they were 5 years old when they had first met at the karting track. Her father was an engineer for Ferrari and he had bought her to the track to watch her older brother Luke Sinclair as he raced around the track. Charles Leclerc was one of his competitors. For years she travelled along with her family to different races and she had struck up lifelong friendships with several young up and coming racers. Well actually they had become family, especially when at just 19 years old Luke had been involved in a boating accident with his friends. Losing her brother had been one of the hardest experiences of her life and had it not been for Charles and Pierre she might not have been able to go on. Luke was the one who pushed her to follow her dreams of becoming an engineer just like their dad and undoubtedly, he would be so proud of the fact that she had fulfilled her dream of working for Ferrari at F1 level. Things only got better when Charles officially signed his contract with the team. The two of them spend so much time together even spending family holidays together and when her parents separated a few years after Luke’s death, her dad moving to the other side of the world, Charles had become her constant. However, things started changing when his new girlfriend Charlotte came into the picture. He would make plans with Y/N only for them to change the moment Charlotte called. It had gotten worse because now instead of calling or texting Y/N to cancel or reschedule, he simply forgot to tell her. Just a few weeks ago he had told her to dress up as he was taking her to dinner to celebrate his latest success. She had been super excited and got all dressed up only to wait 2 hours for him not to pitch or even let her know he wasn’t coming. Then today when they had finished qualifying, he had pulled her aside and told to wait for him so they could leave together. After 20 minutes of waiting, she went in search of the Monegasque. Y/N checked his driver’s room but he wasn’t there or in the garage. “Hey Alessandro, have you seen Charles anywhere?” Her Italian colleague was busy checking something on Carlos’ car but looked up when she spoke.

“Hey Bella, sorry last I saw him he was headed to his room.”

“Thanks, maybe he’s in the paddock. I’ll see you later.”

“A piú tardi Y/N.” (See you later)

She walked outside towards the paddock, maybe he was talking to one of the other drivers. She spotted Max Verstappen and Daniel Riccardo and made her way over.

Daniel broke into a huge smile as she approached causing Max to look over at his friend. “Y/N, the most beautiful girl in the paddock.”

Shaking her head at the Australian, she chuckled. “You really need to stop flirting Danny, what would Heidi say?”

“Can I join?” he teased.

“Have any of you seen Charles?” she asked them.

Daniel shook his head no but Max answered, “He left about 15 mins ago.”

“He left?” had he really left her again?

Max noticed the look on her face and felt sorry for her. “Yep, him and Charlotte were headed somewhere.”

Y/N nodded her head trying to hide her emotions. He had done it again and she figured she should get used to it but it hurt. “Great.”

“Everything ok Schat?” Max asked putting a hand on her shoulder.

“He was my ride,” she replied.

“Well give me 5 minutes and I’ll give you a ride.” Max offered.

“It's ok. I'll call an Uber.”

“5 mins. No arguing.” Max had a feeling that there was something more to the story and Y/N was important to him. He told her to wait with Daniel while he went to speak to Christian really quick. She smiled in thanks.

Daniel wrapped an arm around her shoulders, “So about that Heidi comment......”

Driving back to the hotel, Max noticed how quiet she was as she stared out the window. “Schat?” he placed a light touch to her knee making her look at him. “What’s really going on?”

“I’m fine Max,” she smiled softly at the Dutchman.

“But...”

He really was a man you couldn’t hide things from. “Charles is acting different.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ever since he started dating Charlotte, he treats me different.”

“How so?”

She shrugged, “He always drops me as soon as she’s around. And I am fully aware that she is his girlfriend, she comes first. But then tell me. I get that plans change. I know he wants to spend time with her.”

“What happened today?”

“Pierre was going to give me a ride back to the hotel but Charles told me to wait, he wanted to grab lunch and talk about something to do with the car. I waited and he left.”

Max nodded in understanding. “He didn’t tell you.”

She shook her head. “Unfortunately, it's not the first time.

“How many times has he done this?” he asked.

“About 5.” Max whistled surprised. “This month.” She finished.

Max looked quickly over at her raising his eyebrows. “This month?” She nodded. “Seriously Y/N, how long has this been going on?”

She shrugged. “Since Charlotte showed up.” She ran a quick hand through her long ash blond hair before continuing, “At first he would at least send a message or call me to cancel but then he just stopped all together.” She looked over at her friend. “I sound like I’m jealous, don’t I?”

“Nope. You have every right to feel the way you do.” Max responded as they reached the hotel. “You deserve to be treated with respect and appreciation.”

She blushed slightly but smiled. “Thanks Max. For everything.”

He returned her smile. “Mijn plezier schat.” (My pleasure darling.)

Before climbing out the car she leaned over and kissed his cheek. No matter how the media portrayed him as a villain, she was lucky enough to know the real Max and he was amazing.

Several weeks had passed with not much going on. F1 was currently on a two-week break before heading to Italy for the next race and Y/N was enjoying some down time with her friends back home in Monaco while Charles was away with Charlotte somewhere. She had not brought up the conversation she’d had with Max. Speaking of Max, he had started to become a very important person in her life, taking up the role that used to belong to Charles. This had not gone unnoticed by the latter. As much as it annoyed him, Charles that Y/N was basically replacing him, he found himself in a position where he had no choice. Charlotte would constantly accuse him of having feelings for his best friend so in order to keep her happy, he had begun to spent less and less time with Y/N. However, after this break he had promised himself that he was going to make a better effort to spend time with her even if it pissed off his girlfriend. The idea of Y/N spending her time with Max or anyone else for that matter was not something he liked or wanted to see.

“So, Y/N, what are you and Charles getting up to on Friday?” Elena Roscon one of Y/N’s high school friends asked taking a sip of her Martini.

Friday was one day away and it also happened to be the day before her birthday. For as long as she had known him, Charles had always planned something the day before so that they could celebrate just the two of them.

“Not sure. He hasn't said anything to me. To be fair we haven’t spoken a hell of a lot lately.”

“How long are you going to punish him?”

“I'm not punishing him.” The brunette looked unconvinced at Y/N. “What? I’m not, I’m just tired of been unappreciated.”

“Y/N maybe it’s not him.”

Y/N scoffed, “So his girlfriend told him to ditch me all these times?”

Elena shrugged, “You never know.”

“Then he is whipped. Can we please talk about something else?”

“Sure, what’s going on with you and a certain Dutchman?”

Y/N chuckled, “Max and I are just friends.”

Elena hummed sarcastically, “I think maybe not.” Y/N simply rolled her eyes before Elena continued. “When do you leave for Imola?”

“Tomorrow. Gonna miss you though,”

“Don't worry I’ll make up for missing your birthday.”

“I know you will.” Y/N smiled.

The next day as soon as they had arrived in Italy, Y/N was called into a meeting. Charles was there and as usual he kept trying to make her laugh throughout. As soon as it was over, she was excited to spend some time with her best friend. Walking out the room she linked arms with him. He leaned over and kissed her head. “I missed you.”

“Me too,” she smiled.

“What you got planned tonight?” he asked.

“Not sure yet. How about you?” she replied hoping he would drop a hint as to what he had planned.

“Charlotte and Valentine are arriving in a few hours. We’re going to Ippocampus Ristorante for dinner. You should come with.”

“Oh,” she let go of his arm and walked a little ahead of him, her heart sinking. He frowned at the action but followed after her. “Thanks, but I really should actually call Pap Pap.”

“Is he okay?” Charles asked concerned for her grandfather. Pap Pap was extremely important not only to her but to himself as well.

“Just seems to be getting a weaker.” She wrapped her arms around her waist.

He quickly caught up to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “Hey he’s tough.”

She nodded. “Thanks. I’ll see you later.”

“Wait, I thought we could hang out a bit. Charlotte is still going to be a while.”

She sighed softly putting a smile on her face, “Sure, what you wanna do?”

Two hours later Y/N found herself sitting in her hotel room. She had just finished up her Facetime with Pap Pap. He was doing okay but she had a sense that time was not on his side. Her time with Charles had been too short and along with her growing worry over her grandfather, Y/N felt sad. “I have to do something,” she told herself getting up. She walked to her suitcase and looked through it pulling out a little navy-blue dress she had pack. Biting her lip slightly, she decided she was going to go out. She headed to the bathroom and got dressed.

She found herself at a little bar and it wasn’t long before a group of guys approached her, offering to buy her a drink. She smiled softly and accepted. She wasn’t stupid and naïve so she made sure to keep an eye on her drink as she politely accepted their offer to join them. She wasn't going to lie and say that she didn’t enjoy the company or attention but it did feel different to how it felt spending time with her boys. Even though she worked for Ferrari everyone on the grid had become family and she spent a lot of her time with the guys and some of the wags as well. Isa Carlos’ girlfriend was definitely one of her closest friends but she wasn’t due to be in Italy till the middle of next week just before the actual practices began. But making new friends was actually pretty easy for her and the conversation flowed quite easily with the young men. They were some local college guys and they seemed like real gentlemen, making her feel comfortable. A few were actually surprised that she was an engineer but she held back that she worked for F1.

“Porca puttana.. È quello che penso che sia?" (Holy shit...is that who I think it is?) one of the guys, Antonio she believed asked staring at someone behind her.

She turned around and saw Max. She noticed he was by himself and had several girls around him. He looked around the place before his eyes landed on her and she saw a smile appear before he excused himself from the group of girls and made his way over to her. “Y/N!” he greeted her warmly as she stood up to hug him. He returned the hug squeezing her tightly. “What are you doing here?”

“Just needed a night out. You?” she returned the question.

“Same.”

“You know Max Verstappen?” one of her companions asked drawing their attention.

Max chuckled as she looked back at the Italians. “Yeah, I may have forgotten to mention I’m a Formula 1 engineer.” she said sheepishly.

“Wow.” several of them replied.

“Gentlemen, I hope you don’t mind if I steal Y/N away?” Y/N looked back at the Dutchman with surprised. He shrugged as he put a hand on her back. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I need some company.”

She nodded in understanding and excused herself from the group, thanking them for their hospitality.

“I thought you were only getting in next week?” she asked as they headed to the bar.

“Christian thought it would be a good idea to get a head start on things. He thinks Ferrari has a secret weapon.”

“Oh really?”

“Yep, care to confirm?” he smirked.

She shook her head and locked her lips.

He laughed. “What about you? What’s a beautiful girl like you doing here with a bunch of college boys?”

“Like I said, needed a night out. Usually, I would be doing something with Charles but he had other plans.” she reached for a chair.

“His loss. Come on.” he stopped her from sitting down and offered her his hand.

“What?”

“I’m taking you out for dinner.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I know. I want to.”

She saw sincerity in his eyes and happily took his hand.

The night flew by and she was having a lot of fun spending time with him. He really was the sweetest guy off the track. After dinner they walked through some of the town while eating some Gelato, he offered her his jacket as he noticed she was getting cold. She felt goosebumps on her skin where his fingers had brushed against her but she wasn’t sure if it was because of the cold or something else. As they walked towards the hotel the conversation continued to flow.

“I had fun tonight, Y/N. Thank you for joining me.” he smiled as they reached her door.

“I did too. Thank you for inviting me.”

“Don't make plans for tomorrow night.”

“Why?”

“We’re celebrating.” He looked at his watch. “In fact,” he leaned forward and kissed her cheek. “Happy Birthday Schat.”

She blushed before noticing that it was already the next day. “Thank you.”

“Good night or Good Morning. I’ll see you later.”

She watched him head back to the elevator and waved as the doors opened. He stopped to greet someone she couldn’t see before giving her wink just before climbing into the elevator. Just before the doors closed the other occupant poked their head out. Charles. He gave her a weird look before having to get back in. She shook her head before entering her room.

She had just settled into bed with some mindless show playing in the background when her phone buzzed on the bedside table.

“What were you doing with Max?” Charles.

She rolled her eyes before replying, “He invited me to dinner.”

Two seconds later her phone started ringing and Charles face pop up. She contemplated not answering but knew better. “Hi.”

“You went on a date with him?”

“Firstly, hello to you too.”

“Y/N,” he whined.

She sighed, “We bumped into each other and then went to dinner. Not like I was busy.”

“You could have come with me.”

She leaned back against the pillows. “Didn’t really feel like being a third wheel.”

“You’re never a third wheel. I always want you there.”

He didn’t get it and right now she didn’t want to enlighten him. She was too tired for that. “Where’s Charlotte?”

She heard him close a door with a binge before answering her, “She’s with Valentine. Has an early meeting.”

“Okay.”

“We’re going on a hike afterwards. Please will you come with?” he asked.

“I can’t. I’m meeting Alessandro. We need to go over a few things regarding the cars.”

“Oh,” he sounded sad. “Dinner then.”

She thought about what Max had said about not making plans and part of her wanted to see what he had up his sleeve. “I may have plans already but I’ll let you know later today.”

“Plans....with who?” he asked with a note of annoyance in his voice. She brushed it off as now was not the time to deal with him.

“A friend.”

“Come on. I know all your friends.”

“Maybe I made some new ones,” she snapped.

“Hey,” he said softly. “What’s wrong?”

She sighed pinching the bridge of her nose. “I’m sorry. I guess I’m just a little tired.”

He scoffed, “Well maybe next time end the date earlier.”

“Good night, Charles.” She didn’t wait for a response before ending the call. She would deal with him at a decent time. “Happy Birthday to me,” she mumbled as he hadn’t even done that.

Bright and early next day, entirely too early for her liking Y/N was awoken by what started out as a soft knock on her hotel door. She groaned and threw the covers over her head in the hopes that whoever was on the other side of the door would get the message and leave. However, she was out of luck as the knocking not only continued but seemed to get louder. Her phoned buzzed, “Abre la Puerta Cupcake.” (Open the door Cupcake.)

She squinted at the name. “Esperar.” (Wait.) She forced herself out of bed and opened the door when her eyes widened in surprise. Carlos Sainz was standing at the door with a bunch of roses in his hand, but it was the young woman standing next to him that surprised her. It was his girlfriend and Y/N’s favourite WAG. “Isa!”

“Surprise!” the young Spanish woman cried pulling her friend into a tight hug.

“What are you doing here?” Y/N cried wiping away a tear.

“We wanted to surprise you, Y/N.” Carlos replied.

She let go of Isa and leaned up to kiss him on the cheek.

“Happy Birthday!” he smiled.

“I love you guys,” Y/N smiled.

“We love you too, now let's get you dressed. We have a breakfast date.” Isa replied practically pushing her back into the room.

While Isa help Y/N gets ready, Carlos busied himself by putting the flowers into a glass of water. Y/N was like a little sister to him, so to be able to make her day by getting Isa on an earlier flight warmed his heart.

“Shit!” Y/N groaned as she picked up her phone.

“What?” he asked.

“I’m supposed to meet Alessandro this morning.”

Carlos shook his head. “Don't worry about it. I already spoke to him. Rescheduled too tomorrow.”

“You’re the best.” As they headed out, she checked her phone and found dozens of messages. Most of them were from the guys including Max, Checo and Lando and a few were from her family. She quickly replied to as much of them as she could. Nothing from Charles,

Y/N spent a wonderful morning with Carlos and Isa before she headed to the spa, a gift she had received earlier from Max. The massage was heavenly. He hadn't said anything about that night either then to tell her to be ready by 7pm and to dress up. Currently she was in her bathroom applying the final finishing touches. She was dressed in a knee length strapless black dress with matching heels. Looking at herself she could help letting her mind wander to her best friend. Usually, he would be sitting in the room awaiting on her so they could go to a small get together and normally he was the first person to wish her. Yet for some reason he had forgotten. Pascale had called her earlier making her promise to do lunch as soon as she got back to Monaco. Even Arthur and Lorenzo had sent her a message. As if by fate, she got a text from Charles. “Hey, you coming with us tonight?”

She sighed, maybe he had really forgotten. “I have plans. Just about to leave.”

“Fine!”

“What’s wrong with you?” she asked.

“Nothing. Have fun without me. Clearly that’s your new favourite thing. Or maybe you’re hanging out with your new friend Max!”

She rapidly blinked trying to keep herself from crying. “At least he remembered.

She shoved her phone into her bag and headed to the door as she heard a knock.

Standing at the door looking rather handsome in just a simple pair of jeans and a black button up shirt was Max. He smiled looking over her, “Wow! You look beautiful Schat.”

“Thanks,” she blushed. “You look good yourself.”

“Shall we?” he asked putting out his arm for her ever the gentleman.

Max had organised a surprise party for her with a bunch of their friends. Several of the drivers and their girlfriends had gotten in early to come and celebrate with her. The biggest surprise though was seeing Arthur and Lorenzo there as well. She loved spending time with her pseudo brothers particularly Lorenzo who had pretty much taken over the role when Luke died.

“You look beautiful Cherie” he placed a light kiss on her hand.

“Thank you, Enzo,”

“So, what did Charles have up his sleeve this year?” Y/N’s smile dropped at the mention of his younger brother, something that did not go unnoticed. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s not important.” Lorenzo raised a brow telling her he did not believe her. She sighed, “He forgot.”

“Forgot to do something?”

She shook her head, “My birthday. He hasn’t even wished me.”

“That doesn’t sound like Charles.”

“Well, he’s not here and he hasn’t said anything.

“Maybe he’s running late. You know he can be an idiot sometimes.” Lorenzo replied.

“Who’s an idiot?” Arthur asked as he approached with drinks for all of them.

“Charles.” Lorenzo muttered.

Arthur chuckled, “What he do now?”

“Forgot Y/N’S birthday.”

“No way.” he replied looking at Y/N hoping she would tell him Lorenzo was joking.

She shook her head sadly. Arthur reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. “What are you doing?” Y/N asked.

“Calling him.”

She quickly pressed her hand against his to stop him. “Please don’t.”

“Y/N?”

“No Art, if he doesn’t call or show up then that’s on him. Besides I don’t really feel like having Charlotte around.”

“That explains it.” Arthur muttered in annoyance as Lorenzo rolled his eyes.

She looked between the brothers before asking, “Am I missing something?”

Lorenzo leaned in a little closer, “Charlotte is not exactly our favourite person.

“Why?”

“We have our reasons Y/N,” Arthur answered. “But Charles forgetting today?” he shook his head.

“Well, I want to have fun, dance with me?” she grabbed Arthur’s hand and dragged him to the dance floor leaving Lorenzo howling at the look of surprise on his brother’s face.

A few hours later on the other side of the small town, Charles and Charlotte had just finished up dinner and were currently in the taxi. Charlotte had noticed that Charles was not only distracted but annoyed for some reason. He had been quiet and when he had spoken it had been short and snappy. It pissed her off as he was supposed to be paying attention to her. He pulled out his phone and began to scroll through his social media leaving her to fume and stare out the window.

“Oh my God!”

She heard him gasp and quickly turned to look at her boyfriend with a frown. “What is it?”

“I forgot her birthday!”

“Who?”

“Y/N’s” He showed her some of his friends Instagram pictures of at the party.

“So? Seems to me like she is having fun.”

“I forgot.” He rapidly told the driver to head to Charlotte’s hotel.

“What’s going on?” she asked as she barely understood Italian.

“I'm taking you back to the hotel.”

“But we’re supposed to go watch the fireworks!”

“I have to go fix this.”

“Is she your girlfriend, or am I?” she snapped.

He turned to her with anger in his eyes. “Watch it, Charlotte. I’m not having this fight with you again. She is my friend.”

The rest of the drive was silent with a tense atmosphere. But Charles was not going to back down this time. Once they reached the hotel Charlotte got out and slammed the door shut. He didn’t even bother to get out.

“You having fun Schat?” Y/N was currently dancing with Max and couldn’t have asked for a better birthday, except for maybe her best friend being here but seeing as the night was almost over, she resounded herself to the fact that after 21 years of being friends he had actually forgotten.

“I am. I never thanked you for doing all this. Especially in such a little period of time. You really didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to. You’re my friend and you deserve to be celebrated.”

“I wish the fans could see this side of you instead of Mad Max.” she chuckled.

“Maybe I like been Mad Max?”

“You do play him well.” they both laughed as he pulled her closer.

Meanwhile Lorenzo was on the phone with Charles. His little brother had called him up demanding to know where they were so that he could try and make it up to her. After much back and forth with his older brother, Charles decided he would wait for her at her hotel room. Most of the people were leaving now anyway. Lorenzo just hoped his brother didn’t stuff it up more than he had. Nobody thought they noticed especially Y/N but they had. They had noticed the way Charles had been treating her ever since Charlotte came into their lives. It was just one of the reasons that neither of them like the girl. Y/N was important to them and truthfully both of them thought the two friends would be perfect for each other.

A few hours later Max walked her to her door. “Thank you for the best night ever.” She pulled him into a hug, which he swiftly returned.

“Good night Mooi meid.” He leant down and brushed his lips against hers causing her to shiver in delight. He looked at her with a cheeky grin causing her to blush a deep shade of red. (Good night beautiful girl.)

“Good night, Max.” she whispered. As soon as she got into her room she fell down on the bed with a huge smile on her face. She didn’t know why that simple kiss had made her feel giddy especially given the fact that she and Max had been friends for a few years. She had never thought of him that way but maybe there was something there. Over the years she had been too busy to really put time into relationships but she had had a boyfriend or too. They never lasted though and she never knew why.

A soft knock at the door pulled her out of her thoughts and she quickly jumped-up thinking Max may have forgotten something. When she opened the door though she found herself staring at a huge bunch of Orchids. Her favourite. Slowly the flowers moved and she saw Charles looking at her with a guilty look on his face. Her face fell slightly something that made his heart ache. She said nothing just simple walked back into the room leaving him to follow.

“Mon amour je suis tellement désolé d’avoir oublié” (My love I am so sorry I forgot.)

He sounded so sad but honestly Y/N felt he didn’t deserve to feel that. She was the one he had hurt. He put the flowers down on the coffee table as he followed her out onto the balcony. Standing next to her he reached out a placed his hand on hers, gulping as she pulled away. “Please let me make it up to you Mon Cherie?”

She finally turned to look at him. He loved her eyes, how they changed shades of green to reflect how she was feeling. And he could see how disappoint she was in him. “How could you forget?”

He stepped closer to her, “I have no excuses. I just need you to know how incredibly sorry I am. I know I hurt you and that was never my intention. I never wanna hurt you.” Thankfully when he touched her this time she didn’t pull away.

“I wanted you there tonight. But I didn’t want to have to tell you.”

“Mon amour, I wasn’t there tonight but I’m going to make it up to you, I promise. Please baby forgive me?”

She mentally brushed aside the fact that he called her baby as well as the feelings it brought up. “I'm not going to make this easy on you. I mean the flowers are a start,” she shrugged.

He smiled brightly before pulling her into his arms. Heart leaping at the fact that she had forgiven him.

Imola, Monaco and Barcelona had come and gone. Ferrari had put up a fight in the last few races which pleased Charles, it wasn’t the wins he had been hoping for but at this point in time he was just really in a good mood. Y/N and him were back to being best friends and things with the car was looking promising for the next race. One problem for Charles though was her growing friendship with Max. He noticed how the Dutchman would look at her and it made him feel jealous. She was his. Y/N on the other hand was enjoying hanging out with Max and they had been doing a lot of that since they had had a break back home in Monaco. She wasn’t quite sure what she was feeling for him but she knew that it was growing. Currently she found herself sitting on the deck of his boat just off the coast. He had invited her and a few friends to spend the day before they had to catch a plan to Canada He was drawn to the young woman and he’d be lying if he didn’t admit to having a bit of a crush on her growing up. Problem back then was Charles had always had her attention. He wasn’t much of a guy for a pissing competition even though the media would disagree and Charles was his friend, but Max couldn’t deny that the idea of stealing her away from the Monegasque thrilled him. He looked at her, watching how she interacted with friends. She had this way about her that just drew people to him. She noticed him looking at her and smiled at him. He might just be falling for her.

Several days later things took a devastating turn. She was having dinner with Isa and Carmen the night before Qualifying when she got a phone call that would change her life for ever.

“Hello?”

“Y/N Pap Pap is gone.” Her cousin Gabriel had been the one tasked with sharing the news.

Y/N felt her heart shatter. Her two friends noticed the change and instantly knew something was wrong. They waited as she rapidly spoke in French not been able to understand but Isa got up and moved closer to her friend, wrapping her arms around the girl. As soon as Y/N had put down the phone her whole body just sank against Isa.

Carmen reached out her hand and grabbed hers. “What happened?”

Y/N looked broken and said softly, “My grandfather just died.” Isa gasped and held her tighter as Carmen’s hand tightened. “I have to call Fred....I have to get back home.

“Y/N breathe. We’ll help figure it all out. Just breathe.” Carmen reminded her.

Isa and Carmen shared a look over their heartbroken friend. “I need to make a call. Look after her?” Isa asked Carmen who nodded. Quickly moving away from the table Isa called Carlos.

Just an hour later Y/N was on her way to the airport. Carlos had spoken with Fred who organised for the Ferrari jet to be ready to fly as soon as she got there. Carlos looked at his friend via the mirror and noticed how she just looked out the window. She hadn’t even cried, too numb. Y/N couldn’t believe he was gone. But she couldn’t breakdown...not now when her family needed her. She barely registered any of the conversation that was going on between her two friends but quickly gasped when she heard Charles’ name. “Shit, I have to call him.” She rapidly searched her bag pulling out her phone and quickly found his name. She took a deep breath as she waited for him to answer.

“Hello?” it was a woman’s voice.

“Charlotte?”

“Yes, what do you want?”

Y/N ignored the tone and question. “I have to talk to Charles. It’s an emergency.”

“Well, his busy.”

“Please, it’s important.” She begged.

Charlotte sighed. “He’s in the shower. I will ask him to call you back.”

Y/N simple responded, “Thank you.” She put her phone back into her bag and stared out the window.

“What did he say?” Carlos asked.

“He was in the shower. Charlotte will get him to call back.”

Sitting on the plane hours later on route to Monaco. She had yet to hear from him. Grabbing her phone, she quickly texted him, “Pap Pap is gone. I need you.”

After an 8-hour flight and another 2-hour drive, Y/N had finally made it home and was currently sitting in her childhood bedroom. Qualifying was long over and she had yet to hear anything from her friend. He had read her message but no response. She was pissed but knew that she needed to focus on her family especially her grandmother. Her phone buzzed and she quickly picked it up. “Hello?”

“Hey Schat.”

She smiled sadly hearing Max’s voice. “Hi.”

“I wanna ask if you’re okay but that would be a stupid question.”

She shook her head before realising he couldn’t see her. “It's not stupid. I don’t know how to answer that.”

“I wish I could be there with you,” he sighed.

“I would have loved that. How did Quali go?”

“I got pole and Charles and Checo 2nd and 3rd respectively. “

She sighed, “At least there’s that. But I’m proud of you.”

“Danke. You know I’m tempted to forfeit tomorrow.”

“Don’t you dare. You work hard.”

“I’m on the next flight back though. You shouldn’t have to deal with this on your own.”

“You’re amazing.”

“No, you are. Don’t forget it. Listen I have to go do some interviews but I wanted to check in on you.”

“Thank you. It means a lot.”

“I'll call you later Schat. If you need anything, call.”

“I will.”

Qualifying had been weird for Charles. Yes, he had made P2 but Y/N was not there. He had looked for her but no one seemed to know where she was. He hadn’t had a chance to speak to Carlos all through Quali as he had gotten to the track late, but he knew that Y/N had gone out the night before with Isa. Maybe she had had too much to drink but that wasn’t like her. He went in search of his team mate, finding him leaving his driver’s room. “Hey Carlos?” he jogged to catch up with the Spaniard but Carlos seemed a bit offish with him. “Wait up!”

Carlos eventually stopped and waited. “What do you want Charles?” he asked annoyed.

“Woah, what’s wrong with you?”

“Me?” Carlos snapped.

Charles gave him a questioning look. “Well, you’re the one biting my head off for no reason.”

Carlos pinched his nose in annoyance. “Long day. Look what do you need? I need to check in with Y/N.”

“Well, that’s what I wanted to ask. Have you seen her? I’ve been looking all over for her.”

Carlos looked at him confused. “You’re joking right?”

“Why would I be? Carlos what’s going on man?”

“No, no she called you.”

“Huh?”

Last night. On the way to the airport, she called you. Are you telling me you never called her back?”

“Carlos, I have no idea what you are talking about. She never called me. Just tell me what’s wrong?”

“Charlotte said you would call back. Her Grandfather died.”

The colour drained from his face and Carlos realised that his friend didn’t know. “Charlotte never told you.”

Carlos quickly reached for his friend as he sank against the wall. Charles shook his head. “Is she ok? No of course she isn’t. I have to call her.” He pulled his phone out his pocket and dialled her number. It rang several times before going to voicemail. He tried again, same outcome. Trying one more time his call was declined. “She isn’t answering.”

“Give her some time.”

“Fuck,” he hit the wall.

“Hey calm down.”

“How am I supposed to be calm Carlos. I should be there with her. But I’m here. And clearly, I’m the last to know.”

The two men turned as they heard a pair of heels against the hard floor and saw Charlotte smiling as she approached. Charles felt his blood start boiling. Carlos laid a hand on his shoulder. He understood that Charles was angry with her as was he but he also knew Charles couldn’t lose his temper, not now. “Charlotte, now is not a good time.”

“Why?” she frowned.

Charles started cursing her in French physically making her stop in her tracks.

“Charles!” she snapped back.

“I think you need to leave. Carlos told her as he stood between the two.

“What had gotten into him?”

“You know what you did. Right now, I’m inclined to let him have his say but because of the media I won’t. You screwed up Charlotte. Go before I call security.”

“I don’t...” she began. But the look that Charles threw her made her stop. With a sigh she turned and left.

“I need to go home.” Charles ran a hand threw his hair.

“No, what you need to do is get through the race tomorrow then go.”

“I can’t think about the race now.”

Carlos placed a hand on his shoulder. “You have to. She’s worked hard on these cars. She will want you to race.”

He slowly nodded his head. He just needed to talk to her.

No matter how many times he called or messaged her, she ignored it. She couldn’t nor did she want to deal with it. She had been busy helping her mom organise funeral arrangements. The older woman was not handling her father’s death too well and Y/N took it upon herself to do what needed to be done, no matter how much pain she was in. She had managed to arrange the chapel and the minister, scheduling the funeral for the upcoming Friday. And with just a few days to go she still had so much to do. The Leclerc’s had been a God sent through out. Pascale had been there with her through all the planning and knew that at some point Y/N was going to crack. She knew that the young woman needed support and the fact that Charles wasn’t here disappointed her tremendously. She knew that he was on his way but it didn’t make it any better. She had seen how Y/N had been his support after both Jules and his father had died. And Pascale knew that it would have meant the world to her if he had done the same. Of course she knew that Y/N would have forced him to race that Sunday but he could have reached out. Charles hadn’t told his mother what Charlotte had done. As Lorenzo drove Pascale and Y/N back to her mom’s house the older woman looked over at her, noticing just how tired she was. She was rubbing her head from the bridge of her nose. Pascale had seen that look and action before, after Luke had died and it worried her. She took her hand and smiled at Y/N when she looked up at her second mom. She weakly returned the smile before looking down at her lap taking a deep breath. “Its ok to let go Y/N. Its not going to fall apart if you do.”

“I know. I just can’t. I feel empty.”

“Cherie, that’s ok too.” Lorenzo said from the driver’s seat.

“Am I am awful person for just wanting this to be over?”

“Oh hunny,” Pascale reached over and pulled her into a hug. “No it doesn’t.”

She just nodded.

Pulling up into the driveway the black Pisa was hard to miss and Y/N felt her heart freeze. He really wasn’t who she wanted to see right now. “Lorenzo can you....” she started but he didn’t let her finish pointing out the two men sitting outside. Max and Carlos.

Max was the first to reach her when she got out the car. He pulled her tightly to his chest and kissed her head. “Hi.”

“Hi,” she smiled sadly. “How did the race go? I never got to watch.”

“Don’t worry about the race cariño.” Carlos said as she moved to hug him. “ How are you?”

“Been better.” She shrugged.

The two men greeted Pascale and Lorenzo before the former ushered them inside for tea. As she walked into her childhood home she spotted Charles standing at the kitchen table talking to her grandmother. He straightened up and approached her only for her to walk the other way towards her grandmother. She kissed her grandmere’s cheek and quickly told her what had been discussed with the minister. The older woman held her hand and squeezed. “You need to rest Petal.” Her childhood nickname.

“I will.” She replied.

“Y/N?” Charles asked. “Can we talk?”

“I’m gonna take a shower.” She directed towards her friends and family completely ignoring him. All he could do was watch her walk away.

The day of the funeral arrived and not a moment to soon. Everyone was worried about Y/N. She had yet to cry, scream or show any emotion at all. It was like she was a robot. At any minute she could lose it. Several of her friends were there along with Max and Carlos. The one person who wanted to be there holding her hand was seated behind her as she still refused to acknowledge him. He knew he had fucked up so many times but he had generally been blindsided by his girlfriend or former girlfriend should he say. He respected her so he didn’t his luck, just watching over her, ready to catch her when she fell. Problem was when that moment came it wasn’t him she reached for. It was Max.

Gabriel had just given his eulogy and the pianist began to play Pap Pap’s favourite song when it all hit. Max who was sitting next to her noticed her hands starting to shake and her breathing getting shorter. He looked at her face and saw her eyes watering. He leaned over grabbing her hand and whispered. “You want some air?” She nodded. He stood up and guided her outside, as soon as the air hit her face she broke. He grabbed her tight as the tears that had been built up began to fall. They were silent and plenty. Max rubbed her back as she cried. Spotting Charles making his way over Max said to her, “ Schat, I know you don’t want to but you need him.” She lifted her head and turned to see him watching them. She gulped before looking back at him. Her eyes gave him an answer and he motioned for Charles to come over. As he reached them he pulled his friend into his arms. He didn’t talk, just held her close as he too felt the tears fall. He had loved Pap Pap too.

Unfortunately for Charles after her moment of weakness, she was still hurt. Sitting on the balcony, the night air on her face, he approached her. “Hi,”

She looked up at him. “Hi.”

“Can I sit?”

She nodded.

“I’m sorry. Charlotte never told me.”

“Carlos told me.”

“I would have been here sooner.”

“I messaged you....from the plane.”

He shook his head, “I never got any message.”

She scoffed, “You left me on read.”

“Mon Cheri,” he made to take her hand but she stood up and walked to the wall and leaned over.

She heard him get up and come closer to her. “Baby, I swear, if I got your message I would have been on the next flight. Regardless of the damn race.”

She looked at him. The look on his face told her he wasn’t lying. But the problem was that it was not just this. Every time he has cancelled on her, forgotten her, it was becoming a pattern and she didn’t like it. “I believe you.”

“But we’re not okay are we?” he asked sadly.

She sighed. “I just need some time.”

“I understand. But I need you to know that I’m not going anywhere. I’ll always be here.”

She nodded with watery smile. “I’ll see you in Austria.”

Two days before free practice and although she was talking to him, their relationship wasn’t the same. She had forgiven him but she had had sometime to really think. She realised that she needed space from him. He had been a constant figure in her life for so long. And she realised that she was in love with him. It was why she had allowed things to go on for as long as it had. It was also why none of her relationships had lasted. As soon as Charles called or needed her, she had rushed to his side. He had consumed her life without her even realising it. “I’m going to leave at the end of the season.”

“What?” She was sitting across from Max who was surprised at her comment. The whole grid was currently enjoying a night out before the grand prix consumed them. She and Max were the only two at the table at the moment.

“I can’t be around him all the time. I don’t want it to be this way. But it hurts, knowing I don’t matter to him.”

“I don’t think that’s true.”

She looked at him. “Actions prove louder them words.”

“He’s trying.”

“What about when he gets another girlfriend?”

“You love him?” Max asked.

She sighed, “I think I do.”

“But you don’t want to.”

“I don’t know.”

“Schat,” he took her hand. “I don’t know what to say. But you can’t leave this job. You love it and everyone loves you. You’re family.”

She shook her head, “I don’t know what else to do. Working for Ferrari means having to be near him. How can I figure myself out if he’s always there.”

“Give me a few days. Don’t make any decisions yet. Please?”

“Ok.”

On the day of qualifying Y/N was headed towards the Ferrari garage when she was approached by a none other then Christian Horner team principal of Redbull. “Y/N? Hi you got a second?”

“Um sure,” she replied.

He indicated for her to follow him which she did. “ So Max talked to me. You thinking of leaving Ferrari?”

Y/N was stunned to say the least. “I’ve been doing some thinking but haven’t decided what I want to do yet.”

“Well I’m going to be honest here. I want you on my team. You have done some incredible work with Ferrari. You’d make a great asset here.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Think about it. If you choose to leave Ferrari. There’s a spot for you with Redbull.” He patted her shoulder before heading back to work.

She stood there for a minute before Max came up to her. “You ok?”

“You spoke to Christian?”

He nodded. “Like I said, you’re family and we can’t lose you. Besides it would be cool working with you. We’d be unstoppable.”

“Cool you’re heels champion. I haven’t decided yet.”

The day of the race and the atmosphere was electric. P2 and P3 for her Ferrari boys and the car was doing amazing. She was alone in the garage as everyone was getting ready. She walked around each car touching the tyres for good luck, smoothing her hand over the front of it. Just before the race was due to start she walked up to Carlos and kissed each of his cheeks wishing him good luck as she always did. He smiled at her before heading to his room to get dressed. She saw Charles looking at her so she made her way over to him. “ She looks good and feels good. I believe you can do this today.”

“My good luck charm is here.” He winked at her.

“Good luck Charles.” She made to walk back to her station but he grabbed her hand. She looked back at him.

“Where’s my good luck kiss?” he asked.

She leaned up and kissed his left cheek and made to kiss his right when he moved slightly causing the corner of her lips to meet his. She stepped back and blushed slightly. He had this look on his face that she hadn’t seen before and it made her stomach flip. “Go...go get ready.”

“I sure am ready now .” he smiled.

The Ferrari garage erupted in cheers as Charles crossed the finish line in first followed closely by Max in P2 and Carlos in P3. The minute he spotted her in the group he ran up and hugged her. She chuckled before pushing him towards the rest of their team. But when she stood on the podium with her team he made sure to pull her close to him and away from Max. She felt his hand against her back and she knew she had to make a decision before her heart was broken for ever.

In the week of the next grand Prix Y/N asked Fred to talk and brought up the fact that she was considering leaving and about Christian’s offer. He was very understanding and asked her to think long and hard about her decision. He didn’t want to lose her. She had promised and they both agreed that nothing was to be said before she made her choice. However that didn’t not go as planned.

During the first free practice something went wrong and Charles ended up having to retire for the day as something in the car was just not working. To say he was pissed was an understatement. He managed to limp the car into the garage but once he got out the car he lost his temper and began cursing in French. Y/N quickly walked after him to try and reassure him that they would figure it out. But he turned and snapped at her saying something she would never forget. “I don’t know what you did to the car but fix it.”

“What I did?”

“You don’t fucking care about us. Everything was great till you decided to abandon us for Redbull! Can’t have us beating your boyfriend or new boss can you!”

Without a word, she slapped him so hard that the entire garage went deadly silent. “Fuck you!”

Working right through the night she was able to find the problem and they managed to fix the issue just in time for the next set of practices and qualifying. Neither of them said a word to each other. Charles bagged P2 and the belief was that he could win again. Shortly after qualifying Y/N and Alessandro were going over some final notes when Fred joined them. He noticed how her eyes were rapidly blinking and how she was constantly rubbing her head while moving her neck around and around. Honestly she didn’t look good. “Y/N, you need to go get some rest. You don’t look good.”

“Honestly I don’t feel so good,” she said rubbing her temple.

“Go. We can finish up here.”

“Thanks.” As soon as she got into the cab she leaned her head against the back rest. Truthfully she hadn’t been feeling well for a while but things had been so hectic that she had tried to push through it. It’s not something she hadn’t dealt with before.

“Hey,” Charles walked back into the garage and saw Alessandro packing up.

“Hey.”

“You seen Y/N?”

“Fred sent her to rest. She didn’t look so good.”

“What do you mean?” Charles asked concerned.

“She’s been rubbing her head and neck a lot. Heard her say something about a migraine.” He placed his bag over his shoulder. “You should get some rest too. You both have been a bit edgy.”

Charles nodded before saying goodbye. On his way to the car he pulled out his phone. “Hi Maman.”

She was laying on her bed rubbing her head, trying to get rid of the headache that had been bothering her since Pap pap’s death. For days she had been able to fight through the pain, but the last two days it had gotten worse and tonight she was not able to hide it. Hopefully she would feel better in the morning just in time for the race but somehow she doubted it. She closed her eyes, willing the pain to go away when she heard a knock on the hotel door. She groaned before slowly getting up.

“Hey Mon Cheri.” Charles held a large paper bag in one hand and two steaming cups of coffee in his other. “I brought supplies,” he said with a tiny smile. She stepped back and let him in, no energy to argue. He placed the bag and cups down before looking at her fully. “How long?”

She knew what he was talking about. “Since Pap Pap.”

“Mon Amour, why didn’t you say anything?” he knew how bad the migraines could get and it hurt that she hadn’t said anything, even though he knew it was his own fault.”

“I thought I could get there it.”

He nodded grabbing one of the cups on the table, giving it to her. “Its your favourite. Caramel, salted latte.”

“Thanks,” she smiled.

“Ok, sit down and drink your latte. I’m going to get it ready.”

“Get what ready?” she asked.

“Just trust me.”

She narrowed her eyes suspiciously but sat down none the less watching him take a few things out the bag before picking up the bag and heading towards the bedroom. She had just finished her latte when he beckoned her to come into the room. He led her to the en suite where she found he had drawn her a deep bubble bath. Lining the tub were dozens of candles and a few lite incense candles which smelt a lot like, “Lavender?” she asked.

“Yep. I remember once when you got sick, Mamam did this for you. I thought it might help again.”

She felt her heart leap. “ Thank you.”

“Always.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket and quickly selected some soothing music. Setting the phone down on the sink before turning back to her. “Get in and relax. Forget everything. Don’t get out till I come call you.”

“Is that an order?” she joked.

He thought for just a second, “Consider it is.” He winked before leaving and closing the door behind him.

After a long time, she could feel how her muscle had started to relax and the pain subsiding just a little. The music that was playing was something she had never heard before but it was so beautiful and relaxing that she felt like she could stay here forever. A gentle knock sounded before the door opened just a jar. “Mon Cheri, you can get out now. Come join me in the kitchen.”

“Ok.”

After drying herself off, she wrapped herself in her gown before making her way through to the kitchen. As she entered the room she saw him standing at the counter tossing what look like a salad. He had laid two plates out with some wine in the middle. Looking up at her he quickly went to pull out a chair and indicated for her to sit. “I ordered some Italian. The salad is home made though.” He sheepishly remarked. He wasn’t the best cook around and the last thing he wanted was for them to get food poisoning. She sat down watching him as he took the seat opposite her. None of them addressed the elephant in the room but the company was pleasant and it almost felt like everything was back to normal. Except it wasn’t.

By the time they had finished dinner and cleared up, Y/N brought it up. They were currently sitting on her bed. He had put a movie on, The Mummy, her favourite and he was sitting behind her gently massaging her shoulders and temple. “Cha?”

“Yes, Mon Cheri?”

“Why are you doing this?” she asked.

“Because I care about you. And I’m sorry.”

She moved so that she was looking at him. He instantly missed the feel of her skin. “It seems like you’ve been saying that a lot lately.”

He nodded, “I know. I can’t justify everything that’s happened but I need you to know how sorry I am for everything. I never wanted to hurt you.”

“I know.”

“Y/N,” he began but she stopped him.

“How could you think I would ever do anything to hurt you or Ferrari?”

Looking down in shame he responded. “I have never wanted to take something back as much as I wanted to do after I said that. I was angry and I took it out on you. You didn’t deserve that.”

“I’ve worked hard to get where I am.”

He grabbed her hand, “I know that better then anyone Mon Cheri. Like I said was angry at myself for not been focused. Because it was my fault. I could tell something wasn’t right with the car but I pushed it. I was too much in my head and not focused. Are you leaving?”

“I don’t know yet. Christian did make me an offer and I am thinking about it.”

“Why?”

“Why did he ask me or why am I thinking about it?”

“I know why he made an offer. You’re amazing and any team would be lucky to have you. Why are you considering? Ferrari has always been your dream.”

“Dreams change. Circumstances and....people change things, ideas.”

“It’s me isn’t it? You want to get away from me.” She didn’t answer him. “You hate me.”

“No!” she placed her hand on his cheek making him look at her. “Charles, no matter how hurt I am, I could never hate you. I love you.” The way she said that told Charles that she meant more than just a friend and it made him happy. Charlotte had been right, he was in love with his best friend. However her next words broke his heart. “And that’s the problem.”

“What?”

“Charles, I don’t mean to hurt you but you can be selfish.”

“Meaning?” he asked and she could hear the hurt in his voice.

“You consumed my life in every way. Every relationship I have had had ended because I have always put you first. Every success, ever failure I have been there supporting you. But have you ever stopped to think how I must be feeling? Those failures are mine too. I work day and night trying to make sure that we have a car that’s capable of challenging Redbull. When something doesn’t work, I feel like a failure. That I let the fans, the team, you down.”

“Y/N,” it was now his turn to place a hand on her cheek, looking at her deeply. “The fans love you. The team works together. You could never fail me.” He pulled her closer making her sit on his lap. “I know I’ve screwed up, but please don’t leave.”

She placed her head against his chest. “I don’t know if I can stay.”

“Your right, I am selfish and I’m going to be even more selfish now. Please don’t leave me. I need you, I’m in love with you and I can’t watch you be in that garage, be with him.”

She looked at him when he said he was in love with her. “What?”

“I was angry but also jealous.”

“Of Max?”

He nodded. “Seeing you with him, it drives me crazy. Just the thought of his hands touching you..... I hate it.”

“We just friends.”

“Really?” he asked.

She nodded. “I do care about him and for a while I did think I might be falling for him. But he’s not you. Besides I think he still loves Kelly.”

“Does he know?”

“Yep.”

He leaned his head against hers and she could feel one of his hands rubbing her bare thigh causing goosebumps. “What does this mean for us? I want there to be an us.” He refused to break eye contact and wouldn’t allow her too either. “I’ll do whatever it takes.”

She just looked at his eyes feeling a tear break loose and run down her cheek. He quickly wiped it away and without a hesitation he leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers. She didn’t pull away but kissed him back. As the kiss intensified she felt his hand move further up her leg reaching the top of her thigh before he could go any further she stopped him and pulled away. “You have a race tomorrow.”

“Are you throwing me out?”

She shook her head. “No, but you should rest.” She climbed off his lap and headed to the bathroom to change. When she came out he was gone and she closed her eyes. The fresh tears were her own fault this time. Her phone buzzed. “I’m not letting you go without a fight.”

Charles Leclerc wins the British Grand Prix!!!!

There had just been so much going on that day that neither of them had a chance to talk to each other but that didn’t mean that they hadn’t stolen glances, catching each others eyes ever so often. Charles had been focused and determined to win and show Y/N just how much he appreciated the hard work she put it. He made it a point in his interviews to celebrate her too. And when he stood on the podium in first place he kept his eyes on her. He meant what he said, he was going to win her heart. Y/N had being doing a lot of thinking that night after he left. Her thoughts of leaving Ferrari had made her feel nostalgic and she had pulled out a photo album she always carried with her. Seeing her brother smiling back at her from the pages helped her make her decision. After the race and paddock celebration she had disappeared.

Back at the hotel Charles was getting ready for the after party trying to get hold of her but her phone was off. The joy he felt after the win started to diminish after she had disappeared. He hoped that he would at least see her tonight. He picked up his keys and phone and headed to the door. As he opened it he found her standing there hand raised as if she was about to knock. Her makeup was done and her hair flowed down in soft waves. She had on some heels and a black coat. “Hi,” she smiled.

“Hey.”

“Can I come in?”

“Of course,” he replied stepping aside.

“So I made a decision.” She replied rocking slightly back and forth nervously.

“And?” he asked stepping closer to her.

She took his hands and placed it on the belt of her coat. “Open it up.” He looked at her curiously. “The colour represents my choice of team.”

He looked down and began to slowly undo the belt. As the coat fell open and he saw red peaking through, she indicated for him carry on and take it off. He moved his hands up and he pushed the coat back till it fell off her shoulders. He felt a rush flow through his body from his head down to his toes. He gulped, feeling his jeans tighten in the crotch. She was standing on front of him in a red, silky pair of lingerie. “The outfit, it is for you and your alone. You don’t have to fight.”

He grabbed her and pulled her into a deep, longing kiss. His hands felt like fire against her skin. He broke the kiss only to trail his lips down her throat causing her to moan as he reached a certain spot. She moved closer to him feeling his cock against her stomach. “I need you to touch me,” she whispered.

He pulled back and looked into her eyes. “You sure?” he asked.

“I wore this for you to take off.” She said taking his hand and moving it down to her panties.

“God your wet.” He moved his hand across her covered pussy. “If I start I’m not going to stop till you scream my name baby.”

“Ok,” she smiled as she moved her other hand against his cock causing him to groan. He grabbed her making her wrap her legs around his waist and he carried her to the bedroom.

That night not only did he get the win but he got his girl, the girl who would become his wife and mother of his children. The girl he would spend the rest of his life with and both had never been happier.

#charles leclerc x reader #f1 x reader #max verstappen x reader

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metamorphosisff · 1 year

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|Interlude| I. Time on the Couch

[Author’s note: Interludes are not in chronological order as they are scenes that were deleted from chapters.]

Coffee in hand, I made my way into the ten story building that housed Dr. Mitchell’s practice. He had been my therapist for the last two years. While I didn’t come on a weekly basis, I came consistently enough to feel comfortable laying my burdens down in front of him. As a Black man, twenty years my senior, he was old enough to offer advice from life experience and young enough to relate to my current experience. Stepping off of the elevator once it reached the eighth floor, I signed in with his receptionist before being allowed to head straight back. Walking in the office with the floor length windows always brought me a sense of peace. For the next fifty minutes I got the chance to not be supportive or helpful. I could be angry, frustrated, sad, happy, whatever really, and without judgment. It was freeing.

Dr. Mitchell rounded the large oak desk that was tucked into the right corner of the room to greet me. We dapped one another up before walking over to the open seating area that consisted of an Italian Brown leather couch and two accenting arm chairs. As usual, I took a seat on the couch while he sat beside me on one of the chairs.

“Xavier, it's good to see you. I was looking over my notes and realized it’s been almost eight weeks,” Dr. Mitchell said.

“It’s good to see you too,” I said, meaning it. As much as I loved my father, there was only so much that I could say to him. Sometimes he thought lecturing me would solve all of my problems when sometimes all I needed was for him to listen. “And yeah man, I didn’t even mean for that to happen. The last session I had to cancel was because Grandad had been wilding out. He’s usually good with me so my grandma asked for me to come over and in the meantime, I forgot to reschedule.”

Nodding his head he said, “Life does happen, I get it. I take it that the dementia is progressing a bit more.”

A bit was putting it lightly. Granddad got lost in time, couldn’t tell today from the Nixon era. Technology like phones and computers confused him though he worked as an engineer for his whole military career. Easily agitated when he realized he could not recall the names to places, people or things.

“It’s progressing a lot and making him angry. A part of him, the real him, knows he is losing himself and is trying to fight it the best way he knows how,” I sighed, placing my coffee down so that I could wring out my fingers.

“I imagine it must be frightening for him, frightening for you all really. How are you dealing with this change?” Dr. Mitchell asked.

I shrugged my shoulders as I eased back onto the couch but he shook his head. “Man, you know I need more than that.”

“I know but it’s like…I haven’t had the time to absorb how I actually feel. Everyone else around me feels so much that they lose focus. I can’t afford to feel because then nothing would get done,” I said.

“What are the things you have taken on since the diagnosis? I know we touched on you visiting your grandparents home more and running errands for them,” Dr. Mitchell said.

“I had to create a rotating schedule for me and my cousins so someone is always at the house with them. My dad and his siblings sometimes jump in when we can’t but they don’t like to be hands on really. It’s hard for them so they put the onus on us. I deal with the doctors, scheduling appointments, trying to get him into different programs that are funded by the state. Remember, I found a really great living facility he qualified for as a veteran but the whole family pushed back against that idea,” I said with a shake of my head.

“Yes, your father in particular was really upset as well as a few others,” Dr. Mitchell noted correctly.

“Yeah, no one was happy, their reactions were some bullshit really. It’s hard for us to be the only ones to deal with Granddad especially when he gets physical. Lately, we haven’t even had our girl cousins around because he bulldozes right over them. When it’s the rest of us, he treats us as a threat. They think I want him to go to the facility so I don’t have to take care of him but it’s like I’m the only one who is. Outside of my grandmother, my cousins will come and go, not sticking to the schedule we all agreed upon. It’s like I’m forced to pick up the slack for so many other grown ass people and still be vigilant enough to look after him. I work two jobs already, I don’t know how much longer I can continue on as one of his main caretakers without growing resentful.”

“It sounds like you might be already and understandably so. That is a lot of responsibility for only one or two people to handle. It truly takes a team effort. Have you tried explaining it again to them from that perspective?” Dr. Mitchell.

Sighing, I shook my head. “I didn’t even get the chance to explain it at all. It turned into a dog pile until I said to forget I ever mentioned it. I’m not a person who likes to argue,” I said.

“I recall from your previous relationship with Mariah but as I reminded you then, being confrontational isn’t always a bad thing. It’s how we protect ourselves, how we establish boundaries, and even how we gain understanding,” Dr. Mitchell said.

Looking out the window, the sun was shining over the city as millions bustled below. I focused on the sound of the moving traffic outside as I mulled over Dr. Mitchell’s words. “I tell my students that,” I chuckled.

“It’s harder to apply when we have to look inward at ourselves,” Dr. Mitchell said.

“Ain’t that the truth,” I said, as I turned my gaze back to Dr. Mitchell. “It’s not that I can’t be confrontational but when I think that I’m making sense, I don’t feel the need to go out of my way to convince someone else. Especially when they don’t try to hear me out. Open dialogue goes both ways.”

“That it does but in order for dialogue to be open, it has to be effective. If you stop short every time you attempt to get your message out then that’s not open dialogue. It’s stunted dialogue which leaves room for assumption,” Dr. Mitchell said.

A bar.

He just dropped one with that because I let what my family assumed I wanted override the rest of the conversation. I never got a chance to explain all of the benefits the facility would have for Granddad and us. How it would offer us a lifeline if we were brave enough to reach out and grab it. How maybe whatever time Granddad had with us could be filled with more good memories versus bad ones.

“You got me with that one,” I said nodding my head as my eyes glanced over to the clock that hung on the wall. “I will consider broaching the subject again with them but since I only have twenty minutes left I need to tell you about this girl I met.”

“I can tell she has to be quite the lady for your eyes to animate the way they just did,” Dr. Mitchell said.

“She’s different. She’s smart. She’s electricity,” I said, as I tried to capture Mila in words.

We had just got on common ground but the pull I felt towards her was magnetic. Something worth exploring with a clear mind and open heart.

“Electricity…expound on that for me,” Dr. Mitchell said.

I heard the faint click of his pen as I gathered my thoughts around Mila. “She is bright, yet elusive, always running but never captured. Kind of like lightning if I’m going to continue with this metaphor,” I chuckled, running my hands over my knees. “She can illuminate the darkest of skies, give energy to those around her, and leave one hell of an impression. If you get close enough she’ll either power you or kill you, with her tongue that is. She wields her tongue like a hammer. So maybe she’s Natalie Portman’s Thor if I had to wrap this up.”

Dr. Mitchell had a good laugh and I couldn’t help but join in because I tried my best to explain it but I knew my excitement about her had gotten across all the same.

“I get what you mean Xavier. She sounds like quite the young lady as well. I’m glad you’ve found someone who has piqued your interest since it has been almost a year since the break up with Mariah. It sounds like you're ready to put yourself back out there.”

“I don’t know about all of that,” I said truthfully, with a shake of my head. “I’m still sorting through my shit with Mariah. It wouldn’t be fair to try and do that while pursuing Jamila romantically. I think I want to be her friend more than anything.”

“That’s fair but don’t close yourself off to the idea of something more. The way you talk about Jamila sounds like there can be room for endless possibilities,” Dr. Mitchell said.

He was right but I knew in my bones that leading romantically wasn’t what I needed to do or wanted to do when it came to Mila. I wanted to explore her mind, understand how she thought, and appreciate her company.

“I’m not, it’s just not my approach this time around. I feel like I’m supposed to learn something from her,” I said.

“I hope you do. Life is about the connections we make with one another and growing together,” Dr. Mitchell said.

“That’s my philosophy exactly.”

#metamorphasisff #slow burn romance #Black Fiction #black romance #zendaya x mjb

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humanoidalien27 · 1 year

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Chapter list: One. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight.

Content warning: loads of exhaustion and anxiety

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Chapter 2

Trial

Sebastian was confused at the turn you and Ominis had, but he'd woken up late and had to rush through breakfast.

You sat between Imelda and Sebastian, being you were uncomfortable at the idea of putting your back to Ominis.

"So, we have potions after this, then herbology," Sebastian mumbled between bites, before turning to glance my way. "Are you busy today? We're going to go to Hogsmeade later."

You jerked your head. "No, I have extra lessons to do."

Ominis's expression twisted as if he knew you were lying, not that he voiced it.

And though you had fibbed about the extra assignments, you did have plans to speak with Professor Fig about the second trial.

"You're staying for classes, right?"

Like Fig would be happy about you skipping school.

"Yes, but after herbology, I'll be heading out."

"Heading out?" Ominis asked, raising an eyebrow.

Sebastian smirked, reeling at the chance to watch you two play tug-o-war over secrets.

"Yes as in out of the class."

You hadn't meant it to come off as sharp and had to stop yourself before you apologized.

You never had to step back from a friendship before and never rekindled one either, so you were unsure of how to deal with the awkwardness.

Taking the not-so-subtle hint, Ominis once again fell quiet.

"What happened between you?" Imelda asked, waving her fork at us. "Did someone confess and scare the other off?"

Noticing you tense, Sebastian spoke. "Didn't you say you were going to get some flying in? Aren't you cutting it close?"

She scoffed and started yet another rant on how disappointed she was about quidditch being cancelled.

You sent him a silent "thank you" before getting back to eating.

Classes felt like they took longer than usual as you grew antsy. The first trial wasn't easy and you knew it would only get worse with each one.

The boys noticed you shifting in your seat like you were getting ready to bolt every time the teacher would talk.

Ominis thought it was due to him being there, but you had chosen to work at the same station as they did.

It didn't help that once Professor Garlick had dismissed the class, you bolted from your chair and hastily stashed your books away.

You had already made it to the door before either could stand.

Sebastian, knowing more about your secret than anyone else, other than Natty, kept quiet.

"Something must have been important," Leander mumbled as he started towards the door.

The neutral expression broke enough for Sebastian to catch it and lightly clapped Ominis on the shoulder, offering comfort instead of sharing the secret.

"Wait a minute, they forgot their notes," Sebastian mentioned as he slipped them out from under the potted dittany you ensured to fertilize before the end of class.

Ominis heard him rush out of the room as he gathered his belongings.

He knew making things up to you wasn't going to be easy, but he hadn't counted on you avoiding him.

"They used the floo flames."

"To get to Professor Fig's classroom?" Ominis asked softly, his gut telling him something wasn't right.

"I guess," Sebastian replied, busying himself with putting up his work.

Ominis took the notes, tracing the sloppy handwriting for a second, before taking up his wand and sliding off the stool.

"I'll bring them to Fig's classroom."

He didn't wait for Sebastian to comment as he left the room.

The second trial felt similar to the first, though the keepers were pleased to see your progress, not that it felt much like a victory personally.

You still didn't know why you were the only one who could see ancient magic and you didn't get any answers from the last pensive, only more questions.

Not that the keepers themselves were willing to share as they decided to put a pause on the next trial.

Now you'd have to return to the common room and try to explain why you were nearly out past curfew.

Professor Fig noticed your frustration and wrongly thought it was from the trial, not that you were about to clarify.

Ominis was cranky at times, but you couldn't hate him enough that you'd want him to end up in Azkaban.

You knew he didn't deserve that fate. Besides, he already made his guilt his prison.

You left the Map Chamber, heading outside to clear your head enough so you could face what awaits you in the common room.

You knew Sebastian would want to ask you about your adventure or any new information.

He'd be just as disappointed as you when he learned that it didn't give any insight as to why you had this ability or how you can use it.

No one paid any attention as you began to wander the grounds.

You couldn't help but feel like this was the calm before the storm as you turned your gaze up towards the sky, seeing stars beginning to shine against the dimming light.

"You lied."

So much for that idea.

You sighed as your eyes closed, head falling away from the scenery as reality crashed down.

"You forgot your herbology notes, so I went to take them to you, but you weren't in Fig's classroom. Not even after he returned."

Given you weren't quite friendly with him, you didn't understand why he'd try returning your notes or why Sebastian hadn't intercepted.

You glanced back shocked to see he was equally hurt and angry.

"If you didn't want to go to Hogsmeade you could have just said so. You didn't need to lie-"

"I didn't lie about being busy," you corrected, turning to face him.

He scoffed, but before he could reply, a stern voice cut over him.

"Ominis darling, it's good to see you."

The air was warm, even for October, but you felt as if you'd been frozen in place.

Ominis's face darkened and before you knew it, he moved to your side, eyes hardening back into a practiced blankness.

Slowly, you turned to face the voice, seeing the very same two you had that night. Their laughter echoed in your brain, getting a trembling breath to escape before you could stop it.

"Who's your friend?"

At the attention, you took a step back while Ominis took the opportunity and inched his way between his parents and you.

"Why are you here?"

An emotionless mask fell over his tone and you knew his features mimicked even without seeing it.

"Ah, she must be that new fifth year everyone has been talking about. What excellent timing. We were just on our way to speak with Professor Black. Why don't you two join us?"

It was a request, not an option and both of you knew it.

"It's almost curfew, we should really be getting-"

"You'll be excused this once, come on."

They waved for the both of you to lead the way.

Knowing you have no choice, Ominis pushed you to walk first.

You glanced behind you every turn, making sure they weren't going to attack when you were vulnerable, not that they could with Ominis following so closely.

He hadn't spoken since entering the castle, he merely walked like he was body snatched by death and his body a puppet to whoever willed it.

You were grateful that Mr. and Mrs. Gaunt decided to lead once you made it to the trophy room.

Between the stairs, the fear and the fading adrenaline from the trial, you felt close to falling, but you didn't fight it as Ominis moved in front of you to follow his parents up the spiral staircase.

For a brief moment, you considered bolting and getting as far away from his parents as you could, but something about how Ominis acted, had you following him instead.

The group stopped long enough for Mr. Gaunt to say the password, so you snuck a glance at Ominis, but he was still unresponsive.

You waited for his parents to begin to climb the next set of stairs before you quickly pinched him.

You nearly sighed as his face screwed up in annoyance while he rubbed his arm.

"What was that for?"

"Making sure you're still in there," you admitted quietly. "You've been mindlessly following them since they arrived."

He said nothing, his jaw clenching as he started up the stairs after them.

Frustrated, you followed after him. He wasn't acting like the boy you've known since arriving at the school and you weren't about to leave him alone with his parents.

You walked through the door, trying to build false confidence that you could handle anything they threw at you. It wasn't like they could harm you on school grounds, right?

The door closed loudly behind you, drawing everyone's attention as all your bravado popped like a fragile balloon over fire.

Dread settled into your stomach as you fought back too many memories you tried to forget, all the while the Gaunts, Professor Black and your parents watched you expectantly.

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#ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy #ominis x oc #ominis x reader #imelda reyes #fanfiction #leander prewett

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iwonderwh0 · 10 months

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One more scene for this out-of-body fic idea. This one is (almost) directly following the one started here

It was decided that when it comes to Hank going to sleep, a phone with Connor will be left in the garage, right next to the washing machine set for the longest cycle of two and a half hours. Additionally Hank promised to leave a working fan to maintain the noise present once the washing machine finished its job.

That was the plan.

What it didn't account for was the fact that Hank would need to actually do the laundry and all the laundry-related tasks, and to his own regret, he decided that it was a great occasion to finally wash all the bedding - a chore consisting of (as he realised a little too late) the most tedious tasks. Tasks such as: unbuttoning and removing all the pillowcases, sheets, duvet cover and replacing them all with new ones by going through the miserable process of searching for the replacement bedding in a closet, fitting all the pillows into according pillowcases, buttoning them back on and the worst of it all – fitting the comforter into a new duvet cover. This was too much work. He could have simply loaded the washing machine with the content of laundry basket and call it a day. That's what he should have done. Now it was too late.

He lay down on a bare bed and stared at the ceiling as the pile of removed bedding frowned at him from the corner of his eye. He tried to pretend it wasn't there, ignore it, but he could still feel it taking up space -- both mental and physical -- even with his eyes closed. This knowledge alone filled him with the kind of dread only the tedious unfinished tasks could induce. Tasks like making an appointment at the doctor's office or cancelling a subscription he didn't remember having, reminded him of it only by a weekly junk-mail. Tasks that are easy to do, but much more tempting to just ignore. Let them pile up and rot.

"I forgot how much I fucking hate laundry," Hank grumbled, cutting through the silence of the last couple of minutes.

"I thought you hate doing the dishes," Connor said.

"I hate doing laundry and the dishes. But if I had to choose, I'd rather do the dishes."

"I'm sorry. I would help you if I could."

Something about sincerely apologetic tone of android's voice annoyed Hank and he scoffed.

"Sure you fucking would."

"Is something wrong?"

"No. Yes. It doesn't fucking matter."

Hank pressed his palms against his face and sighed.

"Fuck...This is embarrassing," he said and instantly winced from realisation of saying it out loud - something he didn't intend to do.

"Laundry?"

Hank huffed and applied more pressure to his palms, seeing colourful spots appearing at his fake vision of closed eyes.

"Yeah. Laundry."

"Is the process of laundry embarrassing in itself or is it-"

"-Connor. Just stop, okay?"

Connor got quiet, but only for a moment.

"You know, you don't have to do it today," he said.

"That's what I told myself yesterday. And...Shit, I don't even remember when was the last time I did it. And now I already took the sheets and covers out..."

"So you're already half way there, much closer than yesterday, right? You can do it tomorrow morning."

Hank didn't feel like arguing and insisting on doing something he already subconsciously decided not to do, so he agreed. He abruptly thought if android tried to use reverse-psychology on him to make him finish making the bed now, but if that was the case -- Hank thought -- he should have known better than to do it like this.

"Tomorrow it is, then. I'm not doing it."

He took his hands off his face and stared at the pile of removed bedding. The sight of it was nauseous. He turned to his side and looked at the phone laying on the other side of the bed instead.

"What about you? What are you doing exactly? I'm sure you're not only here talking to me."

"Correct. But I try to focus on my audio input the most, so what I'm doing on the background is not so important."

"You can still tell me about it," Hank turned to his back.

"You want me to talk about what I'm doing?"

"Couldn't be more clear than that."

Connor made a noise - something between a surprise and content.

"It's not much, there isn't enough computing power for me to use, so mostly I'm just surfing through text articles. For example, when you mentioned hating laundry, I tried to find something that might change your perspective on it. I found that there's a music album named 'Laundry Service' released on November 13, 2001 - the same day the President of the United States signed an executive order allowing military tribunals against foreigners suspected of terrorist acts as part of the war on terror following the September 11 attacks."

"Wow," Hank elongated the word and shook his head, "I must admit, it does indeed change my whole perspective on laundry."

He chuckled at his own joke reaching the phone to move it closer.

"Is it something you only do now or..," Hank started.

"No, I've been also doing it before."

"Ah, I get it. Can't be entertained by a conversation only. Can't blame ya. I'd probably do the same if I had a computer for a brain to do this kind of shit unnoticed."

"It's not about my level of entertainment and more about not being familiar with some of the cultural references I may encounter. I can't know it all, Hank."

"Right. I keep forgetting how little you've been around. Of course you'd search things up... didn't come out of the box with all this nonsense installed."

"Technically I've never been in a box."

"Yet."

"I'm not sure what's that supposed to mean. Is this a joke about coffin?"

Hank laughed.

"What? No. Actually, I don't know what I was thinking. Probably just imagined you in a big cardboard box or something."

"Why would I be in a cardboard box?"

"I don't know, why would you be in a coffin?"

"I don't know, you said my body looks like a corpse in your living room."

"Connor, fuck...Do me a favour and shut the fuck up!"

The awkward silence filled the room. Once again Hank got painfully aware of the pile of sheets, but this time it looked more like an excuse than anything else. He rose from the bed and grabbed the pile on his way to the door. He was halfway through the threshold when he got stopped by the sound of his name. He froze.

"I won't say anything. Please, don't leave me alone in silence."

Hank felt a heavy knot forming in his stomach. He swallowed and turned back around.

"Of course not. Wasn't going to."

He returned to the bed to pick up the phone, then walked to the garage, loaded the washing machine, closed the door, and stared at it blankly. It seemed like he had forgotten something, but the silence-induced noise was too loud in his ears to remember whatever it was. He started the washing machine, gave it another glance, and returned to the bedroom where he collapsed onto the bed. After a few moments he realised that he had returned with his phone in his hand. He was squeezing it tightly, still. It had been quiet the entire time, and for a moment, Hank wondered if he could accidentally turn it off without even noticing. The thought sent a surge of panic down his spine, and he swiped his finger to unlock the phone. The screen lit up with CyberLife program still up and running. Thank god. He let out a sigh of relief and sank into the matress, setting the phone aside.

"Connor?"

There was no response.

Hank burried his face deeper into the pillow. He felt sick. Without meaning to, he accidentally remembered what it was he had forgotten -- aside from leaving the phone in the garage with a fan, which had been a rather conscious decision-- washing detergent. He hadn't used it at all.

"Connor," he tried again.

After a few seconds phone buzzed in response.

"Listen, you can talk if you want."

The room remained silent.

Hank turned to his side and unlocked the phone. He wasn't sure why, probably just to see CyberLife screen again, to make sure it was still there. He looked at it for a few seconds, then locked the phone back.

"I'm sorry" was what he meant to say. What he wanted to say. What he said instead was "Say something, damn it!"

It came out wrong. Agressive. Not the way he intended it, again.

"Goodnight, Hank," Connor said.

It was something. Sharp and short. Hank let another sigh out - both from frustration and relief.

"Goodnight, Connor."

#dbh #dbh fanfiction #Fic ideas that I'll never write #I seriously should stop using it #but I haven't thought of another tag to replace it yet #fun fact: the end of this scene was supposed to be wholesome and I even had a snippet written already #but when I started to write what came before that moment they went off-script #I have little to no control of what they'll do or say #pocket ghost

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Protective - Hannibal Lecter Imagine (Hannibal)

Title: Protective

Pairing: Hannibal Lecter X Reader

Word Count: 1,029 words

Warning(s): mentions of violence

Summary: (Season 1, Episode 8) (Y/n) gets what could easily be the scariest call of their life.

Author's Note: Probably the last season 1 imagine before I dive into the end of season 2. There may be more after that, but I want to get that imagine done for the end of season 2.

MORE OF THIS OC HERE!

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Hannibal worried when he got a sudden call from (Y/n).

He didn't get calls from them so early in the morning. They were canceling their dinner plans for the night. Work-related.

"It's just a few meetings," (Y/n) explained over the phone. "All I'm saying is that I can't promise to be there for dinner."

"Why are these meetings so last minute," Hannibal asked.

"I wish I knew," they muttered. "I'm so sorry, Hannibal. I know you had something special planned, and work has already been keeping me away."

"It's fine," he promised. "You have no control over this."

"I'm still sorry."

"We'll have more dinners," he replied. "Please just call when you're done with work today."

"Okay," they grinned as they spoke. "I love you, Hannibal."

"I love you too, dear," he said. "Good luck today."

"You too."

(Y/n) hung up soon after. They didn't want to chance having to cancel on him last minute. That was just rude.

They went about most of their day as normal. Responding to emails, checking on projects, getting the notes together for the meetings.

It was all very regular. Boring even.

And (Y/n) would've given anything to make sure it had continued to be boring.

That's all they could do when they got a phone call in the middle of the day. Someone had tried to attack one of Hannibal's patients. Hannibal was hurt.

(Y/n) felt like it took years to get to their boss's door. Their explanation was long and rambling. They didn't know what details they left in or forgot about.

All their boss said was one word, "Go."

(Y/n) felt completely disconnected as they drove away from the building. Their knuckles turned white around the steering wheel. They didn't know what they were going to see when they got there. All they knew was that Hannibal needed them and they needed to be there for him.

When (Y/n) made it to Hannibal's office, (Y/n) almost got out the car had fully shut off. The cars surrounding the door made them pause. The lights made their heartbeat speed up.

They tried to remain calm as they made it to the door, craving to believe that everything was going to be fine.

"Excuse me," they walked up to one of the officers on scene. "Hannibal Lecter. He's my partner. I got a call that there was an incident here, can I...?"

"You can go," he nodded. "They're checking his injuries."

(Y/n) thanked the officer before heading inside. They moved through the waiting room to the office door. They opened it slowly. Hannibal was speaking with Will and Jack.

"Sorry," (Y/n) said as the three men looked over at them. "They... They told me that I could come in."

"(Y/n)," Hannibal held out a hand.

They walked over to him quickly, taking his hand. They cupped his face with their free hand. They felt their heartbreak at the cuts and bruises on his skin.

"What... What happened," they asked, looking at the group.

"A killer was committed to killing one of Hannibal's patients," Will explained. "Killed him and then tried to kill Hannibal."

They had already covered the other people's bodies. They were waiting for transport.

"Franklin was murdered by Tobias. Tobias tried to kill me."

(Y/n) looked back over at Hannibal when he spoke. They remembered Tobias and Franklin from the concert Hannibal took them to. Tobias seemed closed off, but Franklin seemed friendly. He was just a bit obsessive.

"God, no," they shook their head.

"Tobias was a killer we had been hunting," Will added. "He attacked me when I tried to investigate."

"Are you okay," (Y/n) asked. Will nodded.

They nodded back before turning their attention back to Hannibal.

He frowned at the worried expression, "I'm okay, dear."

"You almost died," (Y/n) said. "You just confronted a serial killer. Please don't act calm for my sake."

He just grinned at them and leaned further into their hand.

"I think we're done here," Jack spoke up. "Thank you for your time, Dr. Lecter."

"Thank you," Hannibal nodded at the men.

"Thank you both for your help," (Y/n) grinned at them.

Will and Jack walked out.

(Y/n) looked back at Hannibal, sighing at the sight. He pressed a kiss to their palm, a small reminder that he was there. That he was okay. His hand rested on top of theirs.

"Are you in any pain," (Y/n) asked softly.

"No," he shook his head. His thumb ran over their knuckles lightly. "I'm going to take a few days off of work. Not see patients while I heal."

(Y/n) nodded, "Thank you. I was going to feel very bad about locking you in your own house."

He let out a chuckle.

"Come on," they stepped back, pulling lightly on his hand. "Let's get you home."

"Your meetings-"

"My boss knows what happened, she's very understanding."

Hannibal nodded.

"Maybe I'll cook something for once."

"Oh, I'd never allow that," Hannibal said as he stood up. "Cooking calms me. Allows an escape."

"Okay," (Y/n) muttered. "But I'm supervising."

"Of course," he replied as they walked out of his office. "I quite enjoy having you there as I cook."

"Oh?"

"You're surprised?"

"Not quite," they shrugged as they guided Hannibal to the passenger seat of his car, taking the keys from him. "More relieved. Convinces me that I'm not a nuisance to you."

Hannibal grabbed their arm and pulled them to him before they could walk away. (Y/n) grinned as a gentle kiss was pressed to their lips. It was over as soon as it started.

"Never," he said simply. "You never could be."

Their smile grew, "Thank you."

"Now... what are you going to do about your car," he asked.

"We'll get it figured out."

(Y/n) stepped back and closed the door as he chuckled. Hannibal buckled his seatbelt as (Y/n) circled the car.

He felt relaxed at the sight. At peace.

Seeing (Y/n) look at him with nothing but trust and love made him feel safe. Comfortable. (Y/n) wouldn't ask any more questions about what had happened. They had no reason to. Because they trusted him.

And he valued that more than anything else.

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Picket Fence is Sharp as Knives Chapter 6: Not trying to fall in love but we did like children running

Hi my loves! So. I absolutely hate this chapter. I hate it. I think it's because I liked last chapter SO much and it was so important and this feels so...bleh. Idk. BUT I wanted to post something today for two reasons

It is exactly one year since I posted ARWBFB! Happy birthday ARWBFB, how far we have come! I wanted to go back to the OG roots with this chapter in honor of that, and do something that is just so quintessential Cato and Clove and thats what this is supposed to be!

This is the last chapter for about 2-3 weeks! I have a really stressful couple of weeks ahead where I find out if I have a job or not and will simply be too anxious to write in the mean time! So this is a little Clato-centric treat to hold us all over until I get back to writing in a couple of weeks!

Title from The Very First Night (taylor swift of course)

AO3

Masterpost

As always thank you to the besties who get me through. I quite literally hate this chapter and i'm not happy with it but I put it into the world anyway and it's for y'all. @bodyelectric77 as always, thanks for putting up with my pouting in the DMs. @kentwells I hope this satisfies your cries for Clato content. @ohhowwehavefallen you just get tagged at this point even if you don't want to be sorry not sorry.

Okay! Here we go. Happy birthday ARWBFB you will always be famous to me.

“Why are you all excited?” Clove teases, reaching her arms above her head so she can tighten her smooth ponytail, swatting his hand away as he goes to flick the ends down into her face. “You act like we’ve never done this before.”

“Clove, it's been literal years since we’ve got to do this. We were teenagers.” Cato slides his fingers under the strap of her sports bra and snaps it against her shoulder, something that years ago he learned would make her jump and give the cutest little scowl. When they were fifteen it was accompanied by a knife whirling past his head, but today it was met with a sharp fingernail jabbing his ribs in the same place she stabbed the day they met. “Besides…don’t you remember Enobaria telling us she was never letting us step foot in this new training center? What did she say we were going to do to it? Defer it?”

“Defile it.” Clove corrects, smiling just a little to herself at his enthusiasm. Yeah, maybe it was not the kind of training they had grown up with, but Cato’s excitement was borderline contagious. And yeah…maybe she was a little excited too. She had plenty of pent up aggression with no outlet other than a steak knife and a tree in the back yard these days. “This isn’t training like we’re used to, you know. These aren’t special kids like we were.”

They clearly were not the first choice to take this class, gathered by the disgruntled and last minute request of Brutus earlier this same morning. Apparently the usual teacher canceled earlier this week, but Enobaria had been distracted by some sort of Cashmere related crisis (and if they understood from her vague but uncharacteristically flustered call, it was a Cashmere-Finnick-Glimmer kind of crisis and no one could blame her for her properly placed priorities) and she forgot to find a cover. It was a very hesitant Brutus who offered them the afternoon class followed with the promise of free reign of the athletic facilities afterward to do with as they pleased.

“I haven’t even worked out like that in forever..” Clove continues her internal thoughts out loud, speeding her steps up just a little to keep in time with Cato’s much longer strides. “I can run, yeah, but I don’t even know if I could still do like..a pull up.”

“You’re still pretty flexible, at least.” Cato easily wraps both hands around her waist, before flipping her over his shoulder and tossing her just slightly into the air before she lands back in his hands. The way she kicks at him to put her down is not foreign, and his arms are long since trained to hold her steady despite her flailing tantrums. “And lightweight.”

“Cato, put me down!” Clove demands through gritted teeth, staring indignantly at the ground behind him. She wants to beat her fists against his shoulder and his spine, but experience has taught her that is no use. She is at his will until he decides otherwise.

“Ask nicely…” He taunts her, and she feels a firm squeeze at the top of her right thigh, causing her to squirm in his arms yet again. It is after this that he sets her down, but she realizes when her feet hit pavement rather than grass that it is not because of her own indignity.

The building is not on the remains of what was once their academic and educational home, but rather a much smaller, independent center. It’s much nearer the school where Cato’s mother teaches rather than a pillar of status in the center of the district. It’s no grand home of future victors with the best weaponry district money can buy. No…it’s just a building with a couple of sports fields and some sort of indoor recreational area.

In short, it’s the kind of place Cato and Clove would have seen as the loser training center, back in their childhood.

He slips his littler hand into his, and gives her hand the littlest squeeze of confidence, before be absolutely pulls her inside, betraying even more interest than he had let on in their walk here.

Even as they enter through the double glass doors, they simultaneously notice that it’s so incredibly different than the type of athletic training they had been exposed to in their youth.

There’s about twenty four shoe cubbies on the wall underneath a coordinated number of hooks, all littered with various little child-sized rain coats and backpacks. There are windows all around the top of the room, pouring in natural light, that are open just enough to allow the air that hints of spring to filter in as a refreshing reminder of the impending warm weather and longer days.

It’s such a staunch difference from what they grew up with. Now, the only way Cato can think to describe the center of their youth is dungeon like; no windows, fluorescent lights that fucked with the circadian rhythm of their adolescent bodies. Treating time outside and fresh air as a reward was probably some psychological trick to keep them hyped and excited for the games– arenas were almost always outdoors.

On the other wall is a simple wooden desk, a stack of manilla folders, and an old pre-war desktop computer that had likely been repurposed from one of the many destroyed buildings in their district. There was a woman sitting behind the desk, with simple dark hair and matching eyes, typing absently as she inputs something into what they assume is an online system.

She looks up with disinterest, a monotonous voice welcoming them to the center. However, she must recognize them after a few moments of her typical spiel, because her head peaks up a little straighter. “Cato? Clove? I didn’t know you two were the replacements today?”

Clove recognizes her as a girl who was probably three or four years older than her, Selene if she remembers correctly. She had never even been a top three contender for the games; even if she had who would she have been killed by? Marvel? Annie? Johanna?

Funny, Clove thinks to herself, that she does not see this girl as someone who would have been a victor, but someone who would have fallen to one of her now friends.

“It was sort of a last minute thing, we didn’t expect to be.” Cato answers cordially, though the tilt in his voice told Clove he was trying to place this girl. “Selena, right? What are you doing here?”

“Selene.” The woman answers cooly, continuing the loud clicking of her nails against the keyboard.

Clove resists an eye roll at the evident offense she’s taken to Cato’s lack of recall of her exact name. Clove was called Clover for half her childhood– suck it the fuck up.

“I bring my son here,” Selene clips, slamming the keys a little aggressively, possibly more offended than she let on. “The quarry his dad worked in was one of the many destroyed in the war, taking him with it. I needed a job. The hours were good. Enobaria remembered me from back in the academy, she took pity on me.”

“You have a kid?” Clove asks, mouth risking falling open in disbelief. In her head they were still children, even if she had been older than Clove herself it was hard to believe she was old enough to have a whole child.

Cato raises an eyebrow, and something falls into place for him as to who this girl is even if he is sure not to betray that out loud. “I’m sorry..about his dad.”

“That's what happens to the rest of us, Clove, when we didn’t get to go to the games. We had to get jobs and go about our lives.” Selene responds politely, but the way her eyes flick to the clock behind them reveals she is trying to get out of this conversation as quickly as she can. “Thank you, Cato, He’s in the same class as your sister, I think. Oh look, there he comes now–”

A dinging bell, far less alarming than the whistle that used to be blown at them, signals what they can only explain as the end of the class, and children begin to pour out as parents begin to pour in from the outside.

Cato and Clove are relieved from the conversation when someone slams into Cato from the side, and Clove only has to slightly lower her gaze to see Cora clinging to his leg.

“Hey kiddo,” Cato immediately melts, his demeanor completely shifting as he pulls his sister onto his hip. “I didn’t know you were coming here today?” “Are we teaching your class?” Clove grins, suddenly a lot more enthusiastic at the thought of teaching when it came to Cora being involved.

“No, she actually just finished up. We come here twice a week.” Cato’s mom joins them, rubbing her son’s arm affectionately before she hands Cora her backpack. “You must have the baby class.”

The enthusiasm Clove just felt falls as fast as her facial expression, and her eyes go as wide as dinner plates at the thought. “What do you mean baby class? I thought we’d have teenagers. Or kids like..our age.”

“You aren’t kids anymore, my dear.” Clove’s mother in law reminds her with amusement in her tone, taking her daughter from her son. “The baby class is right after Cora’s. They’re all five and under. You mean no one told you what class you were covering?”

The hesitance in Brutus’ voice makes so much more sense now– of course no one wanted them responsible for babies. Okay, kids, but really really little kids.

“...Brutus just said we could have the space when the class ended.” Clove grumbles, crossing her arms over her chest as she watches parents of even younger children begin to drop them off by the door.

“At least it’s only a twenty minute class.” Cato’s mother tries, but firmly takes Cora’s hand. There's an smug amusement in her voice that she does not even bother covering, “Tell Cato and Clove you’ll see them tomorrow for dinner, Cora. They have a class to teach.”

“Byyyye,” Cora whines, and as she starts to head out with her mother, she whips her head back around to lock eyes with Clove. “Will you pleeeeeease take me to see Glimmer and the babies soon? You promised we could see them!”

“Soon, Cora. Soon.” Clove assured, giving her a little wave on the way out. Cora had demanded pictures of the twins every single time she had seen Clove in the couple of weeks since their birth, and practically begged to see them. Glimmer had been fine with it, and insisted it was okay to bring her during one of their many weekly trips to District One. Clove however couldn’t help but hesitate– weren’t school aged kids kind of gross to be around such new babies?

“...Twenty minutes, Clove. We can do anything for Twenty minutes.” Cato tries, but there's a unsure edge in his voice that does not comfort Clove. If either of them were going to be comfortable with kids it would have been Cato– his hesitance was doing nothing to ensure Clove this was going to go well.

As they brace themselves, slowly entering the general gymnasium area, Cato nudges Clove with his shoulder. “I finally realize where I can recognize Selene from.”

“Yeah, she was a couple years older than us in training–”

“No, no, not that. She was hooking up with my roommate when we were fifteen.”

“Delightful.” Clove responds, but the smirk on Cato’s face falls when he looks up and realizes it was not a response to his epiphany at all.

At some point the room had filled with about ten kindergarten aged kids, who were in various positions from sitting criss-cross to face down on the floor. The one that lies face down on the floor lets out a high pitched cry completely unprovoked, and Clove looks around in what can only be described as horror.

“What the hell were we thinking?” Clove hisses, low enough that none of the kids even looked over at her. She suppresses a gag as one of the little boys stuck his finger fearlessly down the throat of another, before the receiving boy chomps down on his invading fingers and he too joins his comrade in wailing. “Can these kids even tie their own shoes?”

As if the universe heard her question, one of the girls trips directly over her untied shoelaces and falls directly onto one of the other kids.

“This is a nightmare.” Clove grabs Cato’s arm, pulling him down towards her height. “What the hell do we do with these kids?”

“...do you think we pair them up?” Cato half-suggests half-asks, quickly counting them up. “There's five boys and five girls, could we pair them?” “And do what? Teach them to wrestle?” Clove snaps, but she has nothing better to offer. “Fine. Whatever. Maybe we make them warm up first?”

“Hey..hey…hey!” Cato tries three times before his booming voice earns ten little shocked pairs of eyes staring up at him open mouthed and wide, more than likely never having been yelled at by such a large man before. “Do you kids want to run a lap or something to warm up?” Cato suggests, trying to move on quickly before he scares them to the verge of tears.

A little arm shoots up from the same little girl who tripped over her shoes only seconds prior. Clove nods in her direction, but she continues to speak before Clove actually gets a chance to acknowledge her verbally. “What-sa lap?”

Clove stares, quite frankly a little dumbfounded. She was asking Enobaira to teach her to throw knives at this age– and these kids don’t know what a lap is? “A lap is when you run around the room in a circle.. You know what? Cato can show you.” She shoots him a smug smile, crossing her arm over her chest before using the other to gesture to the open gymnasium space. “Go ahead Cato!”

Cato can only glare at his wife, before he takes off in a half hearted jog around the room. Clove’s smug grin does not fall from her face until he returns in front of them, these kids still staring blankly up at them both.

Cato gestures to the open room again, gesturing down to the group of kindergarteners. “Okay..your turn.”

They are met with wide eyes and confused faces, and Clove and Cato exchange another look of confusion. “Are they dumb?” Clove whispers, and Cato responds with a light shrug before his arms cross over his chest.

“You guys can run..” Clove explains again, speaking much slower this time as if that will help betray her meaning to the group. “Run…”

The same little girl as before raises her hand again, and as before she speaks before she is even acknowledged. “My shoes are untied.”

“Me too!”

A chorus of “me toos” seems to come from the entire group of children, all who stick their feet out expectantly.

“Oh. And you don’t like..know how to fix that?” Clove questions, raising a dark eyebrow almost in disbelief. Did parents teach anything these days? “Why don’t you all just…take them off. Yeah. Take off your shoes and run like that!”

There’s a general mix of confusion from the children, but that is overpowered by the excitement of feeling like they are breaking rules as they all take off their little shoes and throw them casually to the side.

One by one they take off running, little legs not carrying them very fast around the full sized gym.

“They don’t go very fast do they?” Clove mumbles, rubbing her hand over the length of her face. “This should take up the next ten minutes at least. Then we only have to fill ten more.”

“Yeah! You have legs that size too and you don’t use it as an excuse–” Cato earns a sharp poke in his side for that one, but it does not take the smile off his face.

Every couple of steps one of the kids wipes out, the combination of socks and waxed floor no match for their underdeveloped muscle coordination. As a fourth thud is heard, Cato shakes his head in disbelief. “These really are the loser kids.”

“District Two doesn’t make ‘em like us anymore.” Clove agrees, watching the clock tick by as one by one the group of kids returns in front of them, thoroughly out of breath as some of them lay down on the floor. “How was that!”

“I want to go home!”

“Yeah, I want to go home too.” Clove whispers only for Cato to hear before she claps her hands in front of her. “Okaaaay. We are going to pair you up. Every boy is going to be with a girl-”

“Ewww girls!” Comes from one bratty little boy, who stomps his feet in a way that irritates Clove so deeply she wants to rip out her own hair.

“You won’t always say that.” Cato assures, and continues trying to make little tiny pairs of boys and girls, who immediately are separating. Some throw themselves to the ground, some cling to their friends. Either way it is not going well.

“I don’t want to be with a boy! Boys have cooties!” Another girl whines in protest, her little braids bouncing as she shakes her head back and forth.

“That will change… That will change.” Clove murmurs to herself again, before putting her hands up in defeat. “What happened to discipline! And honor! And skill!” She asks in Cato’s general direction, gesturing out in front of them. “Who is raising kids like this!”

“Our ex-classmates, apparently.” Cato retorts, but finally waves his hand to silence the room. “Fine. You have ten minutes left. Just. I don’t know, play or something? Don’t kill each other.”

“Even that, we would have been encouraged to kill each other, Cato. We TRIED to!” Clove watches as the kids generally disperse into the open space. “This is unbelievable.”

“We better make sure Cora isn’t like this. And we are not letting Glimmer and Marvel raise losers either.” Cato insists, rubbing a tired hand over his face as the room is filled with the sound of kids just playing. “Actually they may be a lost cause, Marvel was a fluke victor.”

Clove snorts back a laugh, digging through the bin of various sized balls and other semi-athletic equipment used by the other classes. There was nothing knife-like nor sword-like in sight. She settles on a tennis ball, tossing it lightly up and down in her hand, testing the weight of it.

Without warning she launches it at a target on the wall, and the sound of it smacking off the concrete brings the room silent for almost a moment. Clove ignores the ache that ebbs in her shoulder at the force, and goes back to find another of the same projectiles. “These aren’t even weighted properly.”

“You’re just that good.” Cato promises, wrapping his arms around her waist and letting his hands linger on the exposed skin of her abdomen a little longer. “I thought we were actually going to get to do something cool.”

“I thought I'd get to watch you take a cocky teenage boy down. I love when you put them in their place.” Clove teases, before she goes back to digging for a couple more appropriately sized tennis balls for her to throw. When she turns back Cato is no longer directly beside her, but has migrated to the mounted bar against the wall. She watches the muscles in his back and shoulders flex as he effortlessly pulls himself up and down in rep after rep of pull ups as if they were nothing. And for Cato? They absolutely were.

She stares at him for a few moments, and even though he’s mostly minding his business, Clove knows him too well. He’s absolutely showing off, and wordlessly challenging her to do the same (and it helps knowing that she most definitely is staring a little too long at his arms as he does so).

Cato knows his display paid off when the sound of rubber on the wall hits round after round around his head as Clove continues to never miss a target. “I miss knives.” She remarks with loud annoyance as the final ball hits the wall, and when Cato opens his mouth to respond he realizes there is an eerie quiet in the room of children.

He lets go of the bar, feet hitting the floor with agility, and when he turns around he notices ten pairs of eyes absolutely locked in on the two of them and their display of athletic dominance.

“Clove…” Cato says calmly, taking a few steps towards her as she gathers ammunition for another round of throws.

“What, you wanna show some actual skills other than flexing your arms-”

“Turn around.”

Clove furrows her eyebrows in confusion but does as he asks, trusting him more than she questions his motive. A sly smile creeps on her face as she sees the awed expressions of the kids they were supposed to be teaching, not ignoring, for the last ten minutes. “I think they’re impressed.. Nothing new. Who isn’t?” Clove begins, before she is cut off by the overly charming alarm that signaled class already being over.

“That was actually pretty easy.” Cato announces, as the barefoot kids quickly run to meet the waiting arms of their rightfully confused parents.

Not too long later, once the building is mostly empty save for the two of them, they sit side by side against the wall.

Cato audibly sighs, stretching his legs out in front of him as his arm drapes over her shoulders. She didn’t need to say it, but he could tell from the way she leaned into him that she was feeling a little bit of an ache from the overuse this afternoon.

“I didn’t think that would be so exhausting. I’m starving.” Cato admits, running his free hand over the side of his face.

Clove laughs, burying her face into his neck as she lets out a sigh of agreement. They didn’t even do that much. Just something about the whole situation; from the unathletic kids, to the whining, to the over competitive nature that their relationship would just never outgrow. “I think I have half a granola bar in my coat pocket. It’s no peanut butter and jelly sandwich but-”

“Damn, I was really hoping you’d peel all the white shit off a pomegranate with a knife for me like old times.”

“You don’t even like pomegranates that much.”

“Yeah, but you’re pretty hot with a knife.”

#arwbfb tag #clato #cato and clove #clato fanfic #arwbfb au #picket fence is sharp as knives tag #always remember we're burned for better tag #clove thg #cato thg

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mysticninetalis · 1 year

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Christmas Woes and Peach Cobbler

@fuckyeahspones thanks for doing the prompts lol. This goes for baking and beginning:)

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Today began like any ordinary Thursday for Leonard. Some ensign fucks themselves up doin' something or someone stupid, comes to Sickbay whining about how they damaged themselves tinkering, then he yells at them for being stupid, fixes them, and rinse and repeat. Ugh, he couldn't just catch a break, could he?

On top of the overgrown children he had to patch up on day-to-day, he was brooding about canceling his before-Christmas call to Joanna, missing another Christmas with her. Their biweekly call was supposed to happen Monday, but the Brass decided they needed to do some last-minute exploring of some baby nebula some lightyears out. Just his luck, he guessed. God, did he miss his little darlin' somethin' fierce!

He was tagging some additions to Ensign Donivan's chart and was so engrossed he still had yet to hear that an individual had requested entry into his office. He jumped at the feeling of someone touching his shoulder and turned in his chair to see Spock behind him. Their eyes met, and Spock did that little not-smile he does with his eyes whenever he catches Leonard off-guard.

"Leonard, it would appear that I have caught you unaware. You had been so immersed in your work that you forgot your midday meal. I have also observed over the last 3.62 days that you remained melancholic about not being able to have your bi-weekly correspondence with Miss Joanna." Then Spock paused and did that slight head tilt whenever he was unsure. Pushing forward, the Vulcan continued, "As such, I have acquired you one of your 'southern comforts.' I know this cannot replace the emotions you would feel conversing with your daughter, but I hypothesized it would lift your spirit." Spock remarked as he gently positioned the plate of food in front of Leonard on the work desk. "Was my hypothesis correct?" Spock questioned.

On the plate in front of him was a peach cobbler, fresh from the oven; he could tell as the slightest bit of steam was coming off the top. The dish was plated with precision and consideration that he knew the replicator didn't usually do. This stunned Leonard a little bit, if he was being honest. He knew that he and Spock ribbed each other at any opportunity; it was merely how their little frenemy-ship they had goin' on was. He also understood that their arguments could get really heated if left unsupervised. It was an unsaid agreement that they also did it to irritate Jim, but it was neither here nor there.

Leonard's gaze drifted from the southern confection to Spock. For an instant, he reckoned he saw a speck of hesitance in Spock's warm gaze. To be frank, he was speechless. And because he didn't understand how to respond to Spock's spontaneous act of compassion, he did what he always did: taunt him.

"Now, Spock, whatever happened to that Vulcan logic of yours? Ah didn't think you had it in you to do a deed out of the goodness of your heart?" McCoy knocked the Vulcan.

Earning himself a look of furrowed brows and a slight not-frown as the Vulcan's cheeks were dusted with a bit of green. "While you believe you have proven your illogical argument that I am able to exhibit emotion, I will tell you that you are incorrect." the First Officer articulated his gaze hardening. After a minute pause to regain his emotional control, Spock restarted his rebuttal. "The conclusion that one of your favored desserts would improve your mood was purely the outcome of a logical thought process and data. Past occurrences have shown that to lighten your moments of emotional distress by choosing highly sugar-filled confections 67.982% of the time compared to your preferred alcoholic beverage of Kentucky Bourbon or a Mint Julep at 32.018%. As you are still on shift, and it would affect your efficiency in treating patients or reacting accordingly in an emergency, I inferred that this outcome was the most acceptable." The Vulcan concluded.

The Doctor looked away from Spock's newly blank gaze. He'd let out a heavy sigh as he scratched the back of his neck. That wasn't the reaction that Leonard expected, if he was being honest. Leonard knew that Spock did feel, and very deeply at that. Even if the Hobgoblin wanted to prove that he had the same logic stick stuck up his ass just like the rest of his people. Dammit, now he felt terrible.

"Look, Spock. Ah didn't mean any of that in a mean way; 'was only teasin' ya. Ah'm sorry. Ah appreciate the gesture, and your right, 'M real upset 'bout not bein' able to talk to Jo. Haven't been able to be home the last two Christmas', y'know? Ah know 'm bad a sayin' what Ah really mean. So, thank you." Leonard said. Looking back to Spock, McCoy wrapped his hand around Spock's covered wrist, giving it a gentle squeeze. Spock looks down at their almost handhold, and his face remains the same, but his eyes soften just the ittiest bit.

Spock softly pulled Leonard's hand away from his wrist and then nodded, " I find it gratifying that I was able to bring you an amount of comfort, no matter the minute amount." Spock then did something that Leonard hadn't expected would ever happen; he moved a loose strand of hair off Leonards's forehead and held his hand behind him in his usual parade rest. " If you continue to find work challenging to maintain, I suggest coming up to the Bridge, as you have not done your visit of the workday. If you are inclined, I invite you to observe my and Jim's chess session this evening if you persist in feeling alone. I acknowledge that humans require an amount of amiable intimacy to ease their negative emotions."

McCoy gapes at the ship's First, but he dumbly nods. Spock, pleased with Leonards's response, nods and takes his leave. Leonard turns back to his desk and glances at the peach cobbler. The Doctor smiles to himself. He picks up the fork he was given, takes a bite, and rumbles an approving hum. Finishing every last bite, he decides that he'll make Spock some of his mama's cinnamon apple crisp next time.

#12daysofspones #spones #star trek #leonard mccoy #spock #joanna mccoy

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ladyanthropology · 2 years

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July 19th, 2022

Today was another hot day in London as the heatwave was still coming through. Class was canceled for both Monday and Tuesday (even our Oxford trip was canceled! I forgot to mention that in my last post, and I was really upset about that - IT'S OXFORD!! COME ON! But the heat and no AC made it a risk) due to the heat. I slept in, did some homework, research, and got ready for my night at the museum

Sunday, when I went to the Natural History Musuem, I saw a poster for "The Search for Dippy", an escape room like Sherlock Holmes mystery and OF COURSE I had to go!

It started at 7pm and I was excited! Sherlock Holmes gave us the rundown (it was good!) and I joined this one couple and we teamed up to try and solve this thing. We interviewed 6 different people and for a while we thought we had 2 different crimes happening (we did not). Due to a totally thought-out plan by the man in the group (he got bored during a conversation with one of the characters, looked up, and saw a clue) we were able to solve one part of our first clue (part of an incriminating note) and mangled the 2nd part - Sherlock Holmes was sarcastic and helpful and we were close enough he gave us the 2nd clue (the 2nd part of the incriminating note). We eventually solved it! Solved down below, skip if you want to do it yourself.

After the event and spending over 90 minutes talking to a Paleontologist about dinosaurs and theories, I headed back to the apartments and went to bed happy!

The Search for Dippy SOLVED:

Coggeshall was the culprit. He was an American hired to make the model of the dinosaur (the real bones were still in the USA at the Carnegie Musuem, a museum that he is representing). He stole some diamonds and other gemstones from the Gemstones and Minerals room and tried to pin that theft on Lady Averbury (who needed money in order to name a new wing of the museum after her father). He planned to smuggle the gemstones out in a bone of the dinosaur, since it's all fake, he would be able to easily hide them away and as someone who is known for his work in plaster, no one would bat an eye at his luggage full of plaster bones. He switched out the bones with the gemstones in them with a new one that had a bad impression on it (since this is a plaster model of the bones in USA at the Carnegie Musuem, if there were a mistake in this dinosaur it would look bad on the Carnegie Museum, especially since the one of the finders of the bones, Reed, is saying this skeleton is mismatched from multiple Dippy's and were misleading the public). With the scandal of the bones and the gemstones, Coggeshall would be able to retire and never have to work for Mr. Carnegie again but in an argument with Reed, he dropped his note to himself (either so he didn't forget something or to look like there were multiple people in this crime, that part was unclear) and when that was discovered by the Professor (who by doing this was immediately cleared, he was a suspect to question but by having no reason to turn in the note unless he was honestly confused by it and thought it was suspicious, he was clear of this crime) and when the Professor turned the note in to the police, Sherlock Holmes was called and we solved the case!

When Sherlock Holmes explained it all to us (he explains it no matter how close you are, so you know for sure what happened if there were any lingering questions), the explanation was very Arthur Conan Doyle, and I was so happy by it!

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“He would go somewhere no one knew him, and he would sit in a library all day and read books and listen to people breathing.”

“There was a hand in the darkness, and it held a knife.”

“If he didn't care about you, you couldn't upset him.”

“Because there are mysteries. Because there are things that people are forbidden to speak about. Because there are things they do not remember.”

“For one of us is too foolish to live, and it is not I.”

#london #studyabroad #education #natural history museum #history #dippy #sherlock holmes #the search for dippy #amazing #fun #so much fun #heatwave

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scarluxia · 7 months

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So my day so far has been absolutely exhausting. 9:50 wake up & realize it's time to sort out finances. It's payday, so last night I moved everything leftover to savings. Then I had to explain to spouse how divvying up finances works. It's 1/2 to the Next Week Account. What's left is in thirds, so 1/3 to him and 2/3 to household, from which I take some for personal use. There's the school copay, which included a huge late fee for a day we weren't able to pick him up-- let's talk about that.

I was stranded because Uber kept cancelling my ride. I had to call spouse and have him take off work, which is a city away. He had to take the company van back to the station, get his car, and drive to pick our son up. He was 40 minutes late. I would have been two HOURS late. The director is not lenient about late fees, because she has to pay her staff time and a half if they're there late. That's understandable.

His school is subsidized, but the subsidy will cover only part of this school's tuition. We initially had him in a school with lower tuition, but he hated it there. He loves this school and we're not willing to try switching.

We also pay for the hot lunch program so he gets a variety of food at school and expands his tastes. Then there's the cost of Uber going to pick him up. Spouse drops him off but works too late to pick him up. I take Uber there because I'm unwilling to give up 2 hours of my free time to pick him up on the bus. I add money to my Uber wallet every week rather than having them go through PayPal or charging my card every time.

I forgot to pay the electric bill last month, so I had to put a *little* something towards that. The small one needs a new tray for his stroller and I might have to get him a new rear tire since one of them keeps leaking.

I'm going on a trip in two months because a friend invited me to an event in her city. Her household has some sensory triggers so booking a hotel is a MUST. I booked the flight and hotel today because I wanted the advantage of lower prices and the security of being able to plan ahead something airtight.

Initially I had booked my arrival for the wrong airport, two hours from my preferred destination, so I had to cancel the flight and book a different one. Then I spent time on Google Maps trying to find which hotel (priced lowest to highest) was closest to my friend so meeting up will be less of a hassle.

While I was doing that, the small one was asking for a hundred FUCKING THINGS and some lady called to bitch at me about his lead levels.

I told the lady there's nothing we can do about his lead levels and she was like "well ACTUALLY yes there is, if you feed him this or that", so I told her we feed him what's available and hung up on her ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

And THEN his developmental specialist came over to try to direct him to play with specific toys in a specific way. He got pretty cranky at the end so then naptime.

So then I went to the post office to send baby supplies to my pregnant friend who's expecting in ten weeks. The system got her address wrong so I had to go BACK into, get in the back of a magically appearing line, and explain to the teller that I needed to change the address, and ask her to update the system, and she didn't like that but again, ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Then when I got back, the small one either hadn't napped or just woke up, but I had to take a call from my nutritionist, and then after that I got us ready to go to the grocery store and the park. At the grocery store, he wanted to eat food before we paid for it. We're at the park now but it feels like I'm about to just stop functioning.

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jaehyunnie77 · 3 years

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hey babess i love your writing! can i request a jaehyun x ceo! y/n fic? (fluff + smut) something along the lines of jaehyun being the only one who can turn boss babe y/n soft & submissive?

Pairing: assistant!jaehyun x female!ceo

Genre: smut and tiny fluff

Warnings: mentions of masturbation, sexual tension, office sex, fingering, oral (male recieving), dom jaehyun, sub reader, protected sex

Word Count: 2.2k

a/n: hi love! thank you so much for the request. it makes me so happy to hear you love my writing <3. I had fun writing this one. I'm so sorry this took forever, but I do hope you like it. Also, Lemonade and Sticker Jaehyun did something to me so I got carried away a bit lol. enjoy

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Knock knock.

"Come in!" you yell keeping your eyes on the computer screen. You really don't understand why people use Urgent as the subject line when it wasn't really urgent at all. The door to your office opens and the woody cologne of your assistant hits your nose. It takes everything in you to continue reading the email.

"Miss Y/LN, you have a five o'clock meeting today with design department." Jeong Jaehyun looks at his tablet in his hand to make sure there wasn't anything else he was missing. Last time you missed an important conference call all because he wasn't paying close attention to your schedule.

"Fuck." you say under your breath. You completely forgot about the meeting and honestly, didn't want to go. You stop reading and rub your temples. You look up just in time at your assistant and you both lock eyes. There is no denying there is heavy sexual tension between you both. Everyone in the office, hell, everyone in the entire building can sense the chemistry between you and your assistant.

You won't admit it to anyone, but the way he talks to you in his soft voice, makes your ovaries go in overdrive. The way his hand would slightly touch yours when handing you papers, gave you goosebumps. From your desk you have a perfect view of him, you can't help but look at him and daydream. When you two would talk about something outside of work, you can't help but smile and laugh with him. You wouldn't say you were whip for him, he was just a good eye candy to have around during stressful times.

Okay, you may have thought about him and his fingers a couple of times whenever you masturbated, but no one needed to know that.

However, you would never act on those fantasies because you are the CEO of a multimillion-fashion company. You can't afford to be distracted.

"Cancel and move it to another date and time next week. I have all of these paperwork I need to sort through." you say.

Jaehyun nods his head as his hand starts tapping away on his tablet. "Done. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"No that is all. You may leave for the day."

Jaehyun gives you another nod and walks out of your office. You stare at his back and thirst over his figure. You wish you could run your hands all over his broad shoulders, hug around his waist, and your hands running through his gel back hair.

Jeong Jaehyun has been your assistant for the last four months and surprisingly, he is the only one who stayed the longest. All of your other assistants were either fired or quit because of how demanding you are. You were prepared to find another assistant when Jaehyun quit, but he could handle your sharp tongue and ranging mood swings.

In the end, it works out for you because you get to see his muscles flex and his dimples almost every day of the week. You get to boss him around whenever you like just to see if he would break one day. Strangely enough, he is the only one who makes you feel this way, both horny and soft for him.

If you could, you would fuck him on your desk and have your way with him. You would edge and overstimulate him over and over again, if only your reputation wasn't on the line. Your pussy clench around nothing with just the thought of Jaehyun under you. Before your imagination could run any more wilder, you get back to work.

The following day, you were overwhelmed with the stacks of paper work that sat on your desk. Jaehyun has been helping you sort through most of it the entire day and by the time you look at your clock, it was well past eleven o'clock. You sigh as you glance over at Jaehyun who looks just as tired as you.

"Jaehyun that should be it for today. We can sort through the rest on Monday." you collect the papers in front of you and put them in your file cabinet. "You should go home to your girlfriend or whoever is waiting for you at home." you mentally slap yourself for even saying that aloud.

Jaehyun sees your flustered state and grins as he puts the stack of papers on one side of his desk. "It's fine and for your information, I don't have anyone waiting for me."

You try your hardest to breathe and tighten your cross legs. It was his voice and the way he said it that sent shivers down your spine. His sexy sulky voice that you've heard once and made your pussy clench. Oh how you want to fulfill your fantasies right now.

"Miss Y/LN?"

"Yes Jaehyun?"

You didn't notice Jaehyun getting up from his chair and walking towards you.

"Y/N."

You finally look up surprise to see him leaning against your desk right beside you. He has a cocky smile and even from this angle, he looks like a hot Thor, but hotter.

You gulp as you regain your composure, "What is it Jaehyun?"

Jaehyun leans down, his face comes closer to yours, and you don't dare back away. When his face was inches from yours, you whisper, "This is unprofessional."

He gazes into your eyes, still smirking, "Was it unprofessional all the times we've been eye fucking from across the room?"

You sigh as you gave in and close the gap connecting your lips. It was cold a minute ago, but now it was hot. Hot and sexy. He grabs your neck to keep you in place as you get up from your chair and your hands finding their way to his neck. Both of your hands wander all over each other, until you start to unbutton his white shirt and he unzips your dress.

The height difference is making you weak, but you want to show him you're the boss and dominate him. Jaehyun notices what you're doing and you feel him smile in your heated make out session.

"Still trying to be the boss Y/N?"

"I am the boss Jaehyun." You finally get rid of his shirt and damn, does this man work out. You stop to admire his hardened abs, while Jaehyun finally takes off your dress, admiring you in just your bra and panties. You both take each other in.

To be clear, this has never happened before to you. You were always the one to set the pace, to show your partners for the night you were in charge, but this was different. Jaehyun was different. He was captivating and you wanted him to destroy you now that you've seen what it's like to be kissed and touched by him.

He leaves kisses on your jaw, your neck, to your chest and as he senses the sudden change in attitude, he growls. He captures your lips once more as he picks you up to sit you on your desk. He pushes everything on top of your desk away onto the floor and lays you down. He continues his kiss attack by leaving purple bruises all over your chest, boobs, and stomach. When he finally reaches where you need him the most, he teases you over your panties.

"Jaehyun." you whine.

"Yes baby." Even the nickname is driving you crazy.

"Stop teasing."

"If you say so." Jaehyun pushes your panties to the side and slides a finger between your folds.

"You're dripping wet. All for me?"

Without an answer or a warning, he pushes in a finger, then a second. The stretch makes your back arch as he pumps his digits into you. He curls his fingers and set a rapid pace as your walls pulsate around his fingers making you see the stars. Before you could reach your orgasm, he stops and takes them out.

"Jaehyun!"

"No. Be a good girl and don't come until I tell you to."

"I would do no such -"

He reinserts his fingers pumping into you again and when you clench, he stops again. He loves to see your expression when you were right on the edge and can see the frustration take over.

"J-"

"I said, be a good girl and come when I tell you to. If not, you won't come and we'll do this all night if we have to."

Fuck was he hot.

You whimper as you slowly nod to his command.

"Good girl. Now get on your knees."

You sit back up and get down on your knees anticipating for what's to come. Just as you were about to unzip his pants, he stops you with his hand on your wrist. "Don't. Hand behind your back." Once again, you did as you were told as you watch Jaehyun slowly unzip his pants and bring down his boxers. His long hard cock standing proud almost hitting your face. Precum visible as it leaks from his tip. You unconsciously lick your lips wanting nothing more than to have him in your mouth.

"Suck."

With your hands still behind your back, you inch forward and put him in your mouth. Jaehyun groans at the feeling of your warm mouth around him. You bob and twist your head as you slurp on his dick. Saliva mix with his precum are coming out of the corner of your mouth. You pull off him to catch your breath but Jaehyun wasn't having it. He grabs the back of your head, pushes his cock into your mouth, and fucks your mouth. You feel him hit the back of your throat and gag around him.

Jaehyun hisses when you moan and gag around him, "You're fucking sexy."

When he feels himself almost coming, he pulls you off, helps you up from the ground, and bend you over the desk. "Spread your legs."

You do as you he says and spread your legs best as you can. He grabs a condom from his wallet and rolls it on, pumping himself a few times before finally entering you. You let out a loud moan when his girth stretches you out perfectly. You feel so full.

Jaehyun doesn't wait for you to get use to him as he starts to pound into you. The way his hips thrusts into you has you moving up on your desk. You try to grab onto anything, but Jaehyun kept your hands behind your back still. Your head laid to the side and Jaehyun has the perfect view of your fucked out face.

He leans down next to your ears, "Do you think you could boss me around as a lost boy?" he thrusts harder.

"J-Jaehyun, ahh!"

"Do you think you could make me your bitch boy and tell everyone to reschedule your meetings every day?"

"Fuck!"

"Ah, do you think you could tease me every day when you wear those short dresses and skirts, bend over in front of me, and don't expect me to get hard?"

"Fuck fuck fuck!"

"What would everyone say when the CEO is getting fucked by her assistant?"

"Th-they w-won't b-believe y-you."

He growls in your ear, "Even when I'm balls deep in you, you still want to be the boss."

He pounds into your harder and faster making you see the stars, "Please Jaehyun."

"Who's the boss Y/N?" Jaehyun pulls your hair bringing you up to his chest. The new position as him hitting in deeper as you continue seeing the stars as tears fall out of your eyes.

"Jaehyun! You are! Oh my fucking God! Please don't stop, don't stop."

"You like that? You like getting your hair pulled?"

"Fuck yes! Only for you. Please let me come."

He was getting close too, "Come on my dick baby." You didn't need to be told twice as you let go and cum on his cock and soon enough he also reach his climax.

His hold on your hair loosens up as you fall forward on your desk with him falling on top of you, both of you worn out. He kisses your glistening shoulders as you feel him go soft inside of you. He pulls out throwing the condom away and helps you get dress.

Standing there with clothes back on and hair slightly messy, you suddenly feel shy. Jaehyun caresses your cheek as you shyly look up at him, a warm smile on his face with those beautiful dimples showing.

"Hi." he whispers.

"Hi." you feel yourself get butterflies in your stomach.

"I know this is reverse, but do you want to get dinner tomorrow?"

You study his face for any remorse or seriousness, but all you found is adoring eyes staring back at you.

"I'd love that, but," you pause. Jaehyun's expression falls.

"But?"

"But I'm still your boss and," you wrap your arms around his neck while his found your waist, "you're fired."

You smile up at him, feeling the rumble of his laughter. "That is fine by me as long as I have you by my side." He kisses your lips and you kiss back.

"About time honestly." you joke as you detached yourself to get your purse.

Jaehyun smiles at you, "Well if you weren't so busy bossing me around and playing this cat and mouse game -"

You lightly smack his chest laughing and you both walk out of your office interlocking your hands.

#jaehyun smut #jaehyun x reader #nct smut

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mountswhore · 2 years

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Jorgi bringing his and your child to football practice because you had to go into work last minute and babysitters canceled and instead of Jorgi training he takes bare images and videos of your baby for his instagram

𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 — jorginho

summary: it's jorgi's turn to babysit today, as your sitter had called in sick.

notes: requests are CLOSED.

"Fucking hell," Jorgi groaned, throwing his phone onto the bed after receiving a particularly inconvenient call, "Evelyn has called in sick." You tutted as you were pulling your heel on, fastening it around your ankle.

You had work today, a pretty long day of it too, and Jorgi had training. Days like this were the reason you hired a nanny, and she was the kindest soul you'd met. It took a lot of interviews and recommendations to find her, as Jorgi wanted the best for his little girl. And Evelyn was just that, she got on so well with your little Belle it stunned you both. But with her calling sick today, it meant the only option was Jorgi. Both families were too far to take her, and it would be incredibly short notice.

"I'll call the grounds, let them know I'll have Belle today." Jorgi stated, grabbing his phone once again and leaving the room. As he was explaining to the team trainers his situation, you'd woken your precious daughter and gotten her ready for her day at Cobham Training grounds.

Jorgi had entered her room soon after, taking her from your arms and cooing at her whilst you finished getting ready. He admired you from the doorframe of your room, watching you decide between two jackets, opting for the darker one. And for just a second, as you stared back at him, he forgot just how hard today was going to be. Of course, he could just call in sick. But Chelsea were two days away from a Champions League game, and he wasn't missing that at all.

"See you later, my little princess," you kissed your daughter's chubby cheeks, pinching them slightly on your way out, before kissing your boyfriend goodbye. Jorgi waved, encouraging Belle to wave too, but all she did was raise her hand and clench her fist once.

It was the worst to leave them both, especially so early in the morning. All you wanted to do was stay snuggled in bed, Belle between you two, as you both woke up slowly. But duty called. You were about to have the longest work day since having Belle. But Jorgi definitely had his work cut out for him.

He was in the car an hour later, singing to his daughter as he drove across the motorway, he knew she hated it just like you did. But soon enough, he was at the training grounds and carrying Belle, his training bag, and her bag of necessary items. He looked like a pack horse, a few of the boys laughing as he passed them. He'd given Belle to her favourite Uncle Mason, as he got himself ready for training, and came out to Mason making his daughter giggle.

Training wasn't exactly going how it usually did. Usually, Jorgi was focused and very little could take his eye from the ball. However, he was spending more time with his daughter, taking cute videos of her rather than actually training. She was sat in her car seat, beside some of his teammates, who were watching over her as he trained.

He eventually got her out of the seat, laying her on a blanket on the grass, well away from the pitch to avoid the ball colliding with her at all. She was awfully smiley, which made Jorgi's heart explode. He just had to capture the moment, and took small videos of her to post to his Instagram story. He never wanted to miss a day of Belle ever again.

On your lunch break, you decided to check your socials and text Jorgi to ask how he's getting on. You assumed training for a Champions League game, as well as looking after your baby, would prove to be a challenge. But you saw the pinkish ring around his profile icon, and upon tapping it, you were bombarded with a collection of pictures and videos of Belle, smiling, chewing on her hands, sat with one of the spare balls, interacting with her favourite Uncle Mason. It seemed Belle was enjoying her day at Cobham.

And when you'd gotten home that evening, placing a food order before you left for work, you saw the two cuddled on the couch together. A passed out Belle on the chest of your boyfriend, who looked half-asleep himself. It seemed you all had busy days.

"How was training?" You asked, putting your jacket on the hook and your bag beside the shoe rack. You'd made yourself comfortable beside Jorgi, your head on his shoulder with your eyes closed, and it stung a little to close them.

"I don't think I had more than 30 minutes of actual training," he admitted, chuckling afterwards and stroking Belle's back gently, "this one was keeping me pretty occupied." You shared a quiet laugh, both of you looking down at your daughter, sharing a feeling of pride at just how well she turned out.

"I could tell, your Instagram story kept me pretty entertained during my day."

#jorginho x reader #jorginho one shot #jorginho imagine #jorginho frello #jorginho #jorginho smut #jorginho blurb

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Fluff, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Corpse recounts the time he first met his now best friend who too has been gifted with a deep voice.

Requested by two Anons. This fic is a mash up of two very similar requests I got from an unnamed Anon and 🖤🥀 Anon, so a big thank you to the both of you for sending in your requests! I’m really sorry to be posting your requested fic so late but I hope the final product is gonna make the wait you had to endure worth it! If you come across it and read it, I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤

“Yeah, yeah ok, I know.“ I can’t help but playfully roll my eyes at the comments that are flooding in, “Before any more people address it - even though it’s only been five minutes - I’m gonna address it myself: I apologize for the absence of the guest I promised would accompany me on this stream. She made the choice to party until late - or should I say early - and is currently probably asleep. And...I just don’t have the heart to wake her.“

In all honesty, all the blame should fall on Y/N’s lack of responsibility but I could never say such a thing - she rarely let’s herself loose and allows herself to have fun so there’s no way I’m gonna hold this one instance against her. Quite the contrary actually: I hope she starts going out and having fun more frequently cause really deserves it. She’s a super hardworking girl, studying college and working her ass off simultaneously.

“For those of you who don’t know who I’m referring to: the girl in question is Y/N, aka Jumpscaretastic, a horror games oriented streamer. She was supposed to join me for this freaky journey but...yeah I’ll have to endure it on my own because fuck me.“ I take a look at my chat again, deciding to keep this interaction with my viewers going for a bit longer before I start the game. I may be stalling but you sure as hell won’t hear me admit it. The game may be terrifying as hell - I have no doubt it is - but I doubt it would affect me so much if Y/N was here. My eyebrows furrow automatically at the sight of one specific question that I’ve been getting asked quite a lot recently and I’ve been doing my best to avoid it cause the idea - to me, at least - is so messed up. Why, we’ll get into that later. “No- ok, this is the first and last time I’ll be addressing this wild assumption, you guys, so listen carefully. Y/N and I are by no means related. I’m not related to every deep-voiced person on this planet, just FYI.“ Speaking of Y/N’s deep voice which I’ve gotten so accustomed to hearing, I can’t help but recall the first interaction the two of us had when she got invited by Toast for a game of Among Us with us when Felix canceled on us due to technical difficulties. “I may not be related to her but she really put into perspective how other people feel and react when they hear my voice. I, honestly speaking was astonished by hers.“

A few months ago

“Ok guys, since Felix texted me about an hour ago, saying he won’t be able to make it, I invited a friend of mine so I hope that’s ok with you.“ Toast announces when the majority of us have accumulated in the lobby.

“Yeah, all cool. An introduction to them would be nice though.“ Charlie says, tampering with his avatar’s appearance on the in-game laptop.

“Oh, I’m sure she can do that herself.” He says with a bit of a chuckle, “Y/N?“

“I’m here, I’m here.“

My gaze moves from my chat to the monitor displaying the game in an instant as though it would reveal to me who the owner of this unfamiliar voice that just travelled through my headphones is. You know how my voice is considerably deep, yeah well this girl’s voice is six feet below that. My eyes have widened without me even noticing as I hurry to unmute myself despite being a little late to the reaction party which already consists of a ton of ‘OMG’s and “WHOA”s from the rest of the people in the call. Not one of them, however, considers to question the authenticity of the voice.

“Was that a voice changer or something?“ I say, my eyebrows shooting up when I hear the laugh I receive in response to the question - a sound so deep but simultaneously sweet and girly it messes with my head.

“I wish I kept count so I could tell you which number on the list of people who’ve asked me that you fall under.“ The girl, Y/N replies, “But for the record no, it’s not a voice changer.“

Realizing how hypocritical this question probably seems coming from me, I decide to believe her - probably cause she gets nothing if she lies anyways. “Oh, so this is how it feels hearing my voice for the first time, huh?“ I say, slowly nodding my head, still in slight disbelief.

“Yeah, meeting her was quite rattling - in the best way possible though.“ I say, fixating myself back in reality following the little trip back in time to the day Y/N and I met. “She’s now one of my best friends so that should tell you enough.“

It goes without saying that, since she’s my best friend, I know her quite well. That being said, with the detailed knowledge I have on her, I can guess she’s gonna be in for a massive hangover when she wakes up. I just hope she texts me when she does so I can make sure she’s at least semi-functional. Just then, my phone buzzes with a message. Much to my shock, it’s a message from Y/N. Truth be told, I didn’t expect her to be up for another hour or two or three but here she is, sending a simple text that reads:

“My head’s pounding like a drum mid rock n’ roll concert“

There are no emojis accompanying the message, suggesting she’s deadly serious and in quite a bit of pain. Ok, I won’t sugarcoat it - she’s in a fuck-load of pain right now.

“The Sleeping Beauty has awaken and is complaining about a headache, just in case you were wondering.“ I chuckle seemingly nonchalantly as I silently contemplate whether to text her back or call her instead. Who’s gonna know better than my viewers, after all... “You guys think I should call her? Or would that annoy her?“ I ask, furrowing my brows at the chat as I see different responses coming in.

Meh, fuck it - I think to myself, already taking my phone to call Y/N when the support of my viewers floods in as well.

She picks up after two rings, letting out a sound that sets the tone for the discomfort she’s in.

“Hello to you too.“ I say, putting the call on speaker so my mic can pick up her responses. “Would you please rate the pain you’re in right now on a scale 1-10?“

“A hundred.“ Her strained, raspy and deeper than usual voice comes through, stealing a chuckle from me, “I’m hungover and still a bit drunk. Like, how does that even work?“

“The morning after is a straight-up bitch. Welcome to the world of bad decisions.“ I tell her compassionately, low-key wishing I could go over to her place and provide her with at least a tiny bit of comfort, as much as I can.

“Yeah...“ she sighs halfway dramatically, “Anyhow, we usually text around this time, what’s up with the call?“

“Just wanted to make sure my best-girl wasn’t really dying, you know. Who am I supposed to annoy in Among Us if you’re not there, after all?” I raise my brow and, although she can’t see me, I bet she can probably guess I’m doing that.

“Whatever...“ The same way I can imagine her rolling her eyes while smiling as she said that, “Tell me this, am I wrong or was I supposed to be on your stream today?“

I barely manage to hold in my laughter at the question, “Uh, yeah you were, but...” she doesn’t let me finish my sentence, instead cuts me of:

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry, Corpse! I totally forgot. Believe me, if I could roll my ass out of bed I’d hop in but I really can’t. Unless you want me to be a bore for an hour and a half, that is.“

“For starters, you could never be a bore to me.“ I say matter-of-factly, “And for seconds, you’re kinda on the stream anyway...“

“Come again?“ She cuts me off yet again, “You’re calling me mid-stream? If so, hey everyone! Sorry I couldn’t join, I promise to make it up to both you and Corpse soon.“ A yawn comes from her end before she continues, “As of now, I think I’ll go back to sleep.“

“Alright, alright. I’ll call you again later to make sure you’re still alive. Sleep tight.“ I tell her, already hovering my thumb over the ‘Hang up‘ button.

“Won’t let the hangover bite.“ She slurs/murmurs, stealing my opportunity to end the call cause she does it herself.

I stare at my phone for a second, finally becoming aware of the grin that has spread across my face. Eventually, I address my viewers once again, “There you have it, guys. Technically, you can give her a pass for answering the call, especially in her current state, so let’s all agree to not hold this against her, cool?“

A brief look at my chat shows me the ton of fluffy comments that are coming in as a reaction to the interaction Y/N and I just had. One, however, sticks out especially. It reads: ‘You like her or smt?’

“Do I like Y/N?“ I read the comment out loud, a smirk coming across my face, “Of course I do. She’s a darling.“ If I had a webcam on I’d look straight into the lens and wink. That’s probably spark more than enough rumors, but at the very least they wouldn’t be wrong. “I’ve stalled enough, Outlast is waiting.“ I announce, finally starting the game. After all, it cannot be scarier than the conspiracies my fans could come up with. I get it though - from their perspective, we’re already the perfect couple; from my perspective we’re impossible because from Y/N’s perspective we’re best friends.

Ain’t that how it always goes?

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