#i’m shaking and my vision is blurry i’m so angry

[tough-n-dumb]

i’m so mad i’m fuming. there are pro life picketers downtown (but on the outskirts because they’re fucking cowards) and they have those gruesome fetus posters. so i drove past, stopped, and i yelled "do you hate women? because i think you hate women" and then told them to go fuck themselves and a man laughed at me and now i'm even angrier

[megameatymatt]

TW !! can you do matt comforting reader after her panic attack ? 🎀

Overwhelmed - Matt Sturniolo

TW!: fighting, crying, swearing, panic attack, angst, fluff

A/N: feedback and requests are appreciated!

You walk into your apartment, kicking off your shoes and plopping onto your bed, tears forming in your eyes. You pick up your phone to call Matt, no answer. You try again, no answer. This usually wouldn't have bothered you, but you and Matt had planned this night together days prior. The both of you have been so busy and stressed you haven’t had time to see each other. You were on the verge of tears the entire day. The only thing that got you through it was knowing you would get to curl up in Matt’s arms. He made you feel safe

You try texting him, asking when he's gonna be here

*read at 10:35pm*

You feel your heartache. “Is he mad?”, “Maybe he’s just busy”, “what did I do?” You start to overthink, thoughts filling up to the brink of your mind.

 You didn't want to let this bother you, maybe he's filming. You stumble onto your feet and into the bathroom. You look in the mirror, and puffy red eyes stare back at you. You let out a deep sigh before soaking in a hot bath and then putting on your pyjamas. As you walk into your living room, you hear a familiar knock at the door. Your eyes light up and you rush over to unlock it. “Matt!” you squeal, leaping into his arms. 

He smiles looking down at you, You lift your head off his chest to look at him “Why the fuck did you leave me on read?” you say faking an angry tone. “I was busy,” he says, brushing past you to take off his shoes. You furrow your eyebrows and walk into the kitchen locking the door behind you.

“You didn’t bring any snacks? You always bring snacks on movie night...” you tell him, a little disappointed “ God, Y/N. When did you become such a big fucking baby? Always whining about everything” His words spill out his mouth laced with anger.

 It feels like you’ve been stabbed in your stomach. The last thing you needed today was someone yelling at you, and out of everyone, it had to be the person you loved the most.

“I'm sorry Matt, I-” you start trembling, your vision blurry “Now you’re fucking crying, oh my gosh Y/N. Grow the fuck up, not everything's gonna go- ” He stops.

he watches you grip the counter, hands shaking, tears streaming down your face. He immediately walks over to you, getting you to sit on the floor as he holds you in his arms. 

You can’t even explain what’s happening. Your head is spinning, you can barely breathe, and your hands are shaky and sweaty. You're so overwhelmed by all the emotion you're feeling, you're convinced you're gonna pass out. Then you hear Matt’s voice. “Hey baby, look at me, listen to me” Somehow, your eyes manage to find his. 

This has happened before but never this bad, this was new.  “Breathe for me. In and out, slowly okay?” He breathes in and out with you, holding your hand the entire time. You take many shaky breaths letting out a sob between each one, before slowly calming down. You look away from him, feeling slightly embarrassed. “Hey, are you okay baby? You alright now?” He says running his fingers through your hair as you lay in his lap. “I'm fine Matt,” you say, letting go of his hand. He quickly takes your hand back, holding it tighter. 

“I’m so fucking sorry Y/N. I didn’t mean any of it, you know that. I would never say that to you I'm such a fucking idiot.” You stare at him, his eyes glistening. “You didn’t deserve that, I've just been so stressed and tired lately. But I know you’ve been hurting too. I shouldn’t have let my emotions get a hold of me like that.” He’s crying now, tears staining his cheeks. “I love you Y/N, I hope you know that”. You smile, moving the hair from his face. “I love you too Matt. I'm sorry for stressing you out like that, it was wrong”He kisses your forehead before lifting you up and dropping you on the couch, peppering your face with more kisses. You squeal with joy and he laughs before sitting beside you and taking out his phone. “Pick a movie, I'll order some pizza,” he says, handing you the TV remote. You take it and snuggle up next to him. “I'm still mad about the snacks”  He rolls his eyes and laughs. You feel warmth grow in your cheeks, your head no longer pounding. You're not stressed, angry, or overwhelmed with Matt by your side.

[verstappen-cult]

Hi! I saw you taking request for Max and I just got this idea for a scenario where Max and reader got into a fight so the reader opted to drive on their own and got into an inchident nothing serious or whatever floats your boat HAHAHAHA just looking for angst Max

Max was trying to call you to when he received the call that made his world stopped.

You’ve been in an accident.

He can still hear the nurse talking through the phone as he grabs his keys and flies out of his apartment. He doesn’t understand a single thing the woman says because all he can think about is you, and how things were between you two when you decided to go out.

Max feels stupid. He doesn’t even remember what your fight was about anymore. If it was something important it doesn’t matter; you’re all that matters.

He arrives at the hospital in record time and is pretty sure he will receive a ticket for running red lights.

Max hates hospitals. And now that you’re here, he hates them even more.

“Hey, hello?” He walks to the counter where he can see a few nurses. He’s shaking and feels like crying, he needs to see you right now. “My girlfriend had an accident. Her name’s Y/N.”

The nurse smiles softly at him and grabs a notebook. “Are you related to her?”

“I’m her boyfriend.” Max taps his fingers on the counter, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. “Can I see her, please? I really need to see her.” Max doesn’t care if he comes across as whiny and annoying, he just wants to see you.

The nurse's expression is one of pity as she nods and guides him to your room.

“The doctor will be with you in a few minutes.” She says before turning around and leaving.

Max stares at the door handle for an eternity, feeling nervous and worried. He doesn’t know how you are going to react. You were pretty angry when you left.

Well, he doesn’t care how angry you are. If you want to scream and push him away you have every right to do it, but he won’t leave you. Not now, not ever.

When he opens the door his heart stops beating.

You have a gauze on your temple and your bottom lip is a little swollen, but he doesn’t see any more injuries, which is good.

You meet his gaze and everything happens in slow motion; you start crying, repeating his name between sobs as you open your arms. Max doesn’t hesitate and runs towards you, being careful to not hug you so tightly, even though that’s exactly what he wants to do.

“I’m sorry, I’m so—so so-rry.” You cry against his chest and Max's heart breaks a little more.

“Shh, it’s okay. You’re okay.” Max doesn’t know if he tries to reassure you or him. “Where does it hurt? Are there any more injuries or bruises?”

You shake your head, pulling away and wiping your tears. “No, just my head, really. My side hurts a little but nothing more.” Max cups your face, his own vision blurry due to the tears threatening to slide down his cheek. “It wasn’t big but… your car was actually the one that suffered all the damage.”

Max didn’t think about that. He didn’t even remember you had taken his car in the first place.

“That doesn’t matter.” You open your mouth to complain but he shuts you up with a kiss to your forehead. “I was so scared. I thought I’ve lo—”

“Hey,” You take his hand, squeezing tightly. “I’m here, okay? I’m not going anywhere.”

“It was a stupid fight.”

You smile, eyes softening. “It was, yes.” You place a kiss on his knuckles. “Would you lie down with me? I want you to hold me, please.”

Max waits for you to move and climbs in the hospital bed. It’s very tiny and uncomfortable but he doesn’t care, not when he can feel you and know that you are okay. You rest your head on his chest, sighing.

“I want to kiss you,” You confess, looking up at him. “but my lips hurt so bad.”

Max grins, his soul returning to his body.

“I’m sure we can think of something.”

[briefinquiries]

Luke Alvez x Reader: Broken Glass

Description: Luke has a bad day at work and accidentally takes it out on you.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Yelling, angst

A/N: another repost :)

The front door slammed suddenly, practically causing you to jump out of your skin. The pictures hanging on the wall rattled because of the sudden impact.  

You were in the kitchen, in the midst of drying off a dish you’d just washed when Luke came bursting through the door. You waited cautiously, immediately recognizing that something about his demeanor was off. If you’d learned anything in the two years you’d been together, it was that Luke rarely got angry. And when he was, it usually translated into him just being quiet for an evening.  

This felt different. He threw his jacket on the floor and tossed his keys on the table, letting them slide across the wood, obviously not caring where they landed. He made no effort to greet you, or even acknowledge your presence.  

A lump formed in your throat, making it harder and harder to breathe. You hated confrontation– ever since growing up in a home where yelling and screaming was the norm. Any sort of tension instantly brought you back to the long nights of hiding in your bedroom with a pillow over your head to block out the noise. And tonight, tension was radiating off from Luke, suffocating you. You had to say something.

“How was your day?” you asked nervously.

Luke walked right past you to the cupboard, grabbing a cup. He proceeded to the fridge, totally ignoring your question.  

You bit down your lower lip, your anxiety just growing more and more intense.  

“Is everything okay?” You asked. Luke continued to pour his drink, showing no sign that he even heard you. 

“Did something happen?”

He set his cup back down, leaving it on the counter before walking towards the stairs.

“Luke?” You said again, worry evident in your tone.

“What?” he snapped, spinning in his tracks and staring at you. 

“I just– um, is everything okay?”

“I’m fine,” he said in a voice that suggested anything but. He turned and started up the stairs again. 

And of course you just couldn’t keep your stupid mouth shut. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh my God. Can you just leave me alone for one goddamn second?” 

“I just wanted to make sure–”

“Enough!” he yelled harshly, slamming his fist into the wall. 

Your eyes widened as the impact, combined with Luke’s suddenly loud voice made you jump, the glass dish in your hand falling to the floor, shattering around your feet. You snapped out of your trance, looking down at the mess you made and anxiety flooding through you. Shit, shit, shit. Not only could you not shut your goddamn mouth, but now you broke a dish, and were crying and shaking like an idiot. 

Your whole body shook and you could feel the tears fighting their way to your eyes. You waited for the yelling– the berating. 

Can you do anything right? Your father used to ask. 

You idiot! Dumb! Useless, useless, useless. 

You choked back a sob, nervously kneeling down, tucking your hair behind your ear and trying to pick up the broken glass. Maybe if you could clean it up fast enough, it would minimize the impact of the situation. 

“I’m sorry–“ you whispered, it was so quiet though, you doubt Luke heard. “I’m sorry,” you repeated. You were so anxious you didn't even grab a dustpan, you just started collecting pieces in your hand as quickly as you could. Your vision quickly became blurry, your cheeks wet.  

“Shit,” you heard, but you can’t stop. You were frantic, grabbing whatever you could off the floor before Luke would get more upset about it. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Useless, useless, useless. 

By now you were a wreck. The tears had taken over and were flowing steadily down your face. You couldn’t really see what you were collecting off the floor, all you knew was that you had to keep cleaning it up.

“Y/N, stop–“ you heard.  

It was distant.

“Hey–“

It was just background noise.

“Hey, hey, hey,” you saw a figure kneel beside you and before you could push him away, Luke’s hands were gripping your own, forcing them open. “Give me the glass,” he said, his voice noticeably calmer. You dropped the pieces, vaguely hearing them clatter to the floor. As soon as the shards were out of your hand, he was pulling you into his chest.

“I’m sorry,“ he breathed, wrapping his arms tightly around you. Luke’s head rested on top of yours. “I’m so sorry.”  

“I have to clean it up–“ you whimpered.  

“Shh,” he soothed, leaning back so that he was resting against the cabinets. He tugged you with him, your body falling against his chest. He rocked you on the floor like that, his arms wrapped around you securely. Your breathing was choppy and you were still shaking so violently. Luke gripped your arm with his hand, holding you steady and trying to calm you down. He muttered soothing words into your ear, planted gentle kisses to your temple, and repeated soft I’m sorry’s over and over again, until you could breathe again. 

Only then did you feel Luke shift. “Let’s get away from the glass.”

He supported the majority of your weight, all but lifting you off the floor and guiding you to the dining room. He stood in front of you. Your eyes felt so heavy.  

Luke grabbed your hands, holding them out in front of you and scanning them. “Did you cut yourself?” he asked, running his own hands over your skin.  

You shook your head.

He pulled you into his chest again, crashing his body against your and pressing his hands into your back.  

“I’m so sorry,” he repeated. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell–“

You nodded into his shirt, pinching the fabric between your fingers and breathing in the smell of his skin. “It’s okay,” you whispered, just wanting to forget this ever happened.  

You felt Luke shake his head above you. “No-I’m-“ he almost apologized again, but he paused. “That wasn’t okay. Nothing about that was okay. I shouldn’t have yelled, and I definitely shouldn’t have hit the wall. I had a… a really shitty day,” he sighed. “But that’s not an excuse, and it’s not your fault.”

You pulled back, looking him in the eye. You knew Luke saw things at his job that haunted him. You saw it in the nights he woke up panting and gasping for breath because he had another nightmare. You saw it when he’d zone out randomly, like flashes of something horrible were running through his brain. You hated the fact that there was nothing you could do to help with any of it. 

“You can talk to me, you know? I know I’m not a profiler, and I know I won’t always understand what you’re going through, but I’ll always listen.”

Luke nodded carefully. 

“That’ll probably save us quite a few glasses in the future,” you added teasingly. 

He nodded, smiling slightly and kissing the top of your head, “I don’t think I’m ready to talk about this one yet. But, I’ll remember that next time,” he said.

[3-2-whump]

Tear-Filled Noncon (Mutual!)

it's a working title, I'm bad with titles

Continuation of this idea

Art here

TW/CW: because this is a continuation of the previous noncon idea, a lot of the same warnings will apply. Rape/Noncon, intimate whumper, obsessed whumper, domestic violence (including brief head trauma), some degradation, inner thoughts that go a bit dark. If I missed anything, pls let me know!

He turned the key slowly in the lock, opened the door as quietly as he could, and closed it equally as carefully behind him. Whumpee’s eyes swept over the living room. The apartment was quiet and dark, dimly illuminated only by the city lights in the window. More importantly, the door to the master bedroom was closed, with no light peeking out from underneath. Whumpee sighed in relief; he’d gotten away with it.

The next breath caught in his throat as he was body-slammed into the door. A large hand pinned both wrists above his head when he tried to defend himself from the unseen force. The other hand yanked his head back by his hair, eliciting a surprised yelp of pain. “Where were you?” a warm breath hissed in his ear.

Whumpee squirmed under his master’s punishing grasp. “I-I can explain-”

“Like hell you can!” The hand in Whumpee’s hair drove his head forward and smashed it against the door. Sharp pain unfurled in the back of his skull as stars danced across his blurry vision. “Your curfew is midnight at latest, and it’s nearly two in the morning,” Whumper's angry voice thundered past the incessant throbbing in his head. The hand on his wrists tightened into a bruising grip. “So tell me-” Whumpee cried out in pain as the hand in his hair pulled harder. “Where were you?”

“You’re hurting me!” Whumpee gasped.

“Well you’re hurting me!” Whumper let go of him at once, only to throw him to the floor of the entrance. Whumpee landed hard on his side. He reflexively tried to curl into a ball to protect himself, but within moments the man had flipped him onto his back to better climb on top of him. A loud ripping sound punctuated Whumpee’s whimpers in the darkness as his shirt was torn clean in two. “Coming home late at night, with no regard to my rules, and smelling like a cheap motel –wait…” Whumper’s eyes zeroed in on a necklace of hickeys that rested on the young man’s collarbone. He slapped him, once, then twice, then again. “Who gave you those hickeys?” Slap! “Who were you sleeping with?!” Slap! “Well, answer me, whore!”

Whumpee shook his head, the tears streaming down his face as he continued to beg for mercy. “Clearly you’ve forgotten who you belong to,” Whumper huffed. “No problem, this just means I’ve got to remind you!” He brusquely unbuttoned Whumpee’s pants and pulled them and his boxers down the young man’s trembling thighs. Whumpee’s pleas of “no, no, stop, please, stop” went entirely ignored as he was flipped onto his stomach. His begging took on a frantic pitch as his body started visibly shaking. He’d never been taken from behind before, and this new position made him panic.

“You don’t deserve to be fucked like a person, so you’ll take it like the wanton little bitch you are!”

“No, no, stop, please! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please, no, I’m sorry!”

“Shut up!” Whumpee wailed as his hips were wrenched up from the floor and Whumper entered him without any prep or lube. The man was not gentle, far from it. Quick, desperate thrusts punctured him deeper than he was used to. It was the roughest he had ever been with him, unquestionably, feeling less like having sex and more like being torn in half. Stubbornly enough, Whumpee’s body reacted to these more intense sensations all the same, especially when the man on top of him continuously slammed into that sweet spot inside of him.

“Look at you,” Whumper commented derisively, a hint of bitterness in his gravelly voice. “Hard as a rock already, you slutty thing! You’d be happy with just anyone’s cock inside your ass, wouldn’t you?” Whumpee’s cheeks colored in shame as a shaky moan interrupted his pleas. “But you shouldn’t be; you’re mine!”

He felt a thin, warm fluid trickle past the cock pummeling his hole. The man above him crushed him further into the carpeted floor. “I own this ass, and it is mine to fuck,” he screamed, “you got it?! No one else’s, just mine!”

He didn’t have to see behind him to know he was bleeding. At least it makes Master’s thrusts a little less painful, he thought. That feeling of morbid relief alone made him cry even harder. What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Why am I not enough for you?!” Whumper’s voice wavered with emotion. His angry thrusts turned sloppier as he continued. “Damn it, and damn you! I gave you everything you could ask for; I gave you everything you could have needed! I fed you, clothed you, made you into the man you are today, so why?! What are they giving you that I’m not?!” The man’s voice caught on the last question. Whumpee felt small wet drops of liquid fall onto the nape of his neck. Tears? He realized with horror that Whumper was crying as he was raping him.

“M-Master, I-I’m sorry, please-”

“I said, shut up!” He pulled Whumpee back by the hips until he was flush with the older man’s pubic bone, burying himself to the hilt and spilling deep inside him. They stayed in that position for an uncomfortably long time. Suppressed sniffling sounds filled the entryway, and Whumpee knew they weren’t all coming from him. Whumper eventually pulled out, leaving his hole gaping and obscenely oozing cum. He settled on the floor next to Whumpee and repositioned them both onto their sides. “I love you, boy,” he murmured as he pulled him closer to spoon him. “I don’t enjoy hurting you, boy.” The tension gradually left Whumpee’s body as he accepted the forced cuddles. The man planted a kiss on the back of his ear, right above the barcode tattoo that marked him indelibly as property. The kiss was wet and tinged with sadness. “So why do you make me hurt you?”

-

Because what we do –no, what you do to me- is not supposed to feel good. How could it feel good? I didn’t want it, I don’t want it, and I will never want it, so why does my body betray me every time? What if it’s because you’re right? What if this really was my true purpose? To be nothing more than a pair of holes to fill and a body to break under yours? What if I am all those names you call me because I think this feels good?

And, what if I act out, do all the things I know will test your patience and make you rough and uncaring so that it finally hurts? So that it finally doesn’t feel good, and I don’t have to ask if my body and my mind are on the same page about me being violated? What if that’s why I make you hurt me? Would you stop? Would you hurt me more? Would it even matter?

-

That is everything Whumpee wanted to say. Instead, through a throat ripped raw from screaming, he rasped, “I don’t know.”

[cyberkitty1]

Hi can I ask for a miles 42 x telekinesis reader

Like she and miles got in an argument about how he hasn't been around and not making time for her at least

Miles knows she has powers

She knows he's the prowler

She gets mad and the objects in the room start flying around

She doesn't notice and keeps ranting to him about how he's shit and she slowly lifts herself from the ground

Still not noticing BC she's angry

Make the ending fluffy and cute

I tried, I got lazy because ive been getting similar asks with the same character so im trying!!!

“ So where have you been?” You say leaning against the doorway looking at Miles who came home at 2 am in the morning. You closed mouth smiles at you “ I’ve been out ma, you know.”

You sigh resting your face in your hands “ Miles no I don’t know, where have you been? You keep leaving early in the day and coming home next day at like 3 am!” Raising your voice a little.

“ Chill out I’m home right?” he says shrugging you off. “ No I’m not going to “chill out” how am i supposed to when i never see you. Why are you always gone?”

In the moment you are able to see what he’s thinking “ It might be time for me to tell her, shes getting suspicious.” You tense looking at him in his eyes, feeling like you could see his soul.

“ Time to tell me what? What are you hiding from me Miles” He sighs looking at the ceiling muttering “shoot.” So you do it again, if he’s not going to tell you, you will figure out on your own.

“I am The Prowler”

Those words in bald pounded though your brain. “ Why? why would you keep something this big from me? I told you about my powers yet you cant tell me that you are a gauntlet, mask wearing vigilante? or what are you?” He opens his mouth to say something. “No stop! stop talking! You’re telling me you have been lying to me this while time? how long have you been this” making hand motions everywhere.

“ Miles I have always been there for you since day 1! ok?! Day one! and now your going out killing people?!” everything in the room starts to shake. Miles looks around realizing what happening “ Please calm down, mal explicar todo.” (ill explain everything)

“No you cant just explain and everything’s all better! Miles this is the biggest lie you have ever told me? Do you know how i feel?” The tears start to fill your eyes, vision becoming blurry. Everything around you was floating even your hair. Miles was freaking out.

“Please please calm down ill explain everything” when those words left his mouth you felt your body get lighter.

“Miles there is nothing you need to explain! I get it; you are the prowler! Someone who kills people robs people and does it with no remorse! How could you keep something that big from me?!”

You were about 1 foot above the ground when you finally realized, am I in the air? Everything around us is in the air. You see the fear in his eyes, maybe you do need to calm down.

Taking a deep breath you release everything including yourself, you take a deep breath eyes closed. “ Im going to give you 10 minutes to tell me”.

“ Desde que murió mi padre, mi madre ha estado trabajando turnos extra, llegando a casa cansada y sin energía. No podía soportar verla así. ella es mi mamá, me ama pase lo que pase!”

(Ever since my father died, my mother has been working extra shifts, coming home tired and drained. He couldn't bear to see her like this. she is my mom, she loves me no matter what!)

“El tío Aaron consiguió un trabajo en el que pudo dejarme participar para que pudiera obtener más dinero para ella.”

(Uncle Aaron got a job that he was able to let me participate in so he could get more money for her.)

“Hice algunos y obtuve mucho dinero, pero cuando traté de retirarme, no me dejaron. Si me iba, te matarían a ti y a todos los que amaba. No puedo perderte.”

(I made a few and got a lot of money, but when I tried to withdraw, they wouldn't let me. If I left, they would kill you and everyone I loved. I can not lose you.)

You just looked at him taking in everything, you overreacted most definitely. “ why didn’t you tell me? I could have helped you” “ No it was easier that you didn’t know i didn’t want you to worry mi vida.”

He continues to explain his troubles to you, telling you what he’s been thinking when he pauses.

“Sabes que te amaré siempre ¿verdad? Todo lo que quiero es que estés segura”

(You know that I will always love you, right? All I want is for you to be safe)

“ I know Miles and I thank you for everything you do for me”. You say kissing him on the forehead.

“ And I love you so much” you look at him with the most loving eyes you could muster.

—————————————

A/n: Guys I think i’m going to finish my last 1-3 requests about earth42! Miles Morales and not take anymore for a while because I feel they are getting repetitive and I don’t want you guys to get bored of what i’m writing so if you would like to request other characters i would love that so much!!!

[sanjisblackasswife]

Monster Trio React to Breaking the Bed (NSFW)

Ft. Sanji, Zoro, Luffy, Ace, Shanks, Law, Corazon

Black Fem Reader

I’ll do a part 2 later I’m just clearing my drafts rn.

Sanji

It scared him for a second because he never thought he’d be that rough as to breaking the bed in the first place.

Finds it kind of hot

While he was on top of you, vision and mind blurry not thinking about anything else but how good you were feeling

Pussy drunk as usual

You both were so loud and you kept begging Sanji to go faster and deeper you didn’t even hear the bed frame crack the first time as a warning

“Please Sanji More!”

“Of course—fuck—yes!”

The bed was becoming more louder due to some of the wood breaking down as Sanji began to fuck you with your thighs against your chest

All that anyone could hear in your room was the bed slamming against the wood wall and skin slapping

You could feel the vibration of the crackling bed above your head, you wanted to question it but Sanji was too much in a bliss moaning in your ear and his voice was so pretty you forgot about it

“Fuck! I’m cum—-!”

Mid thrust the top of the bed fell completely causing Sanji to shift and fall further inside you making you both moan out.

You both realized the bed was broke and you laughed , but Sanji didn’t want to stop. For some reason this uneven position felt even better. Your pelvis was up higher and He felt more of you.

He gave you a pleading look to keep going and of course y’all did. Y’all were Horny rabbits .

Zoro

You knew this was going to happen

This man doesn’t hold back when he fucks you and each time he does you swear you hear the headboard crack just a little

You noticed but he didn’t

He was a bit angry at you today for teasing him

He was jackhammering you while holding on to the headboard as usual because that’s how he is

As Dick drunk as you were you snapped out of it hearing an unusual tearing sound by your head.

“B-baby!”

Zoro mistaken your cries as whines for him to keep going so he went faster making your eyes rolls back seeing as he was really hitting your G-spot now not feeling a slight shift of the bed on the left side

His grip became tighter, veins popping out and grunting harshly until

“FUCK!”

The headboard is snapped in half and half of the bed was on the floor.

“Zoro I told yo stupid ass to stop!”

“Like hell you did you just kept moaning! Because I felt that fucking good didn’t I—“

“You was aiight.”

Zoro twitched his eye at you and grabbed your hips to thrust up into making you cry out again.

“Y-you—-Ass—-ah!”

“Shut up we’ll —-fuck—-sleep on the floor if we have to.”

Luffy

Does not notice and does not care

For some reason when Luffy has sex with you from behind he gets more feral than usual. His senses are dull to anything exact your jiggly ass and the way you clench around him

Tonight he actually wanted to try using his 2nd Gear on you in that position, you were scared he may accidentally hurt you but he reassured you he wouldn’t even if he tried

Well he kept his word but that didn’t mean the bed was safe from being hurt

“Lu!! Luffy!”

The bed wasn’t in great condition anyways, once you both started having sex the bed started to get more and more worn so you asked Franky to make you guys a steel bed frame instead of wood.

“You feel so good! Need..more!”

Luffy would subconsciously smack your ass as his other hot hand held your neck down. His body heat was so hot and his thrust became so erratic you felt the bed shake with you

“Wait! Luffy the be—-!!”

The entire bed fell and the steel bed frame actually manages to fall into the floor, slightly peaking out above the kitchen ceiling

“Woah…heh…my bad!”

He says he is “sorry” but he doesn’t stop. He wanted to finish and that’s what he did until Usopp busted in with his eyes closed telling you both that Sanji is furious about his kitchen.

You guys got a new bed but now he likes how it feels when the bed breaks so he has a secret goal of doing it each time

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Bites | JTK

jtk x f!reader

A/N: WOW hello! this is kinda short and totally self indulgent. it's based on a song i am kind of obsessed with right now. this will not be everyone’s cup of tea so please make sure to read the warnings. i have another much softer fic coming your way, so be on the lookout for that if you enjoy this one. <3

WARNINGS: 18+ ONLY, CHEATING!!, angst, hurt/kind of comfort, super toxic, this is not a healthy relationship/situation, mentions of drinking, sub(m) dom(f), slapping, orgasm control/denial, degradation, bondage, oral (f!receiving), pegging, fingering (m!receiving), lowkey hate sex, if i missed anything please let me know!!

PSA: i do NOT condone cheating/this kind of behavior. this is strictly fiction. 

You’re so angry it’s making it hard to see straight directly in front of you. Jake stands before you, trying his best to look as innocent as he possibly can, but your blurry vision won’t focus on anything but his neck. They’re clear as can be, the marks, even in the dim light of your kitchen this late at night. They’re still new, but bruising his skin in a way that makes you sick.

It’s not the first time you’ve been suspicious, but it is the first time you’ve seen the proof directly in front of you. You feel like you can’t breathe. Your stomach twists as he attempts to shield your view of the hickeys with his hand. He’s just come home from a night out. He was supposed to be with friends. Jake had told you not to wait up, but despite everything, you had because you missed him. 

“What the fuck?” Is all you can seem to manage, and you can feel the sob bubbling up in your chest as you try your hardest to contain your spiraling emotions. You feel hurt, betrayed even. 

“Baby, wait,” he starts, moving towards you. You immediately take a step back and you find your back pressed against the cool counter behind you. 

“No,” you bite out, “Are you fucking kidding me, Jake?” 

“Let me explain, please,” and he is pleading, “I’m sorry, my love. I love you, come on, just listen to me.”

The dam breaks, and you can only imagine how weak you look when your entire frame begins shaking, the sobs wracking through your body. He reaches a hand out to grab you, to comfort you as he often does, but you smack it away. He hisses, but takes the hint and places himself at a safe distance and watches as you fall apart.

It’s ridiculous, maybe, how blind you have been. “Once a cheater, always a cheater,” your friends had told you, but you brushed them off easily. He loved you. He wouldn’t do that to you. You had convinced yourself.

If only they could see you now. 

“Baby, listen to me. Breathe, just breathe,” he tries, “I love you, breathe, in and out, sweet girl.”

“Fuck you,” it’s more of a whisper than you intend it to be, and you slide down the counter and find a seat on the floor. Holding yourself up is out of the question, and you seek refuge in the cold tile against your skin. You need something to ground you. 

“Don’t you dare fucking say that to me right now,” you manage, slowly calming yourself down, “You don’t do that to someone you love.”

“I do love you,” he sighs, “I promise. I do.”

“Shut up,” you yell, “Please, just shut up,” this time, it’s softer, more of a desperate plea. Hearing his voice will do nothing to help the immense hurt you’re feeling. 

Jake offers a small nod, sighing loudly as if you’re the one being unreasonable. 

It takes a few minutes for the panic to settle, and eventually you’re still sat on the floor and looking ahead with a vacant stare, breathing heavily, a few stray tears still falling. 

“Talk,” you demand.

“I’m sorry,” he starts, “I promise nothing else happened. We were drunk, she just started-”

“Don’t you dare put all the blame on someone else. Be a fucking grown up.” 

You can’t even look at him. 

“Okay,” he tries his best not to sound irritated and fails, “We were both drunk. Flirting, I suppose. I know it was wrong. She kissed me, but I did kiss her back. Obviously, she got carried away with them.”

“And?” 

“That’s it,” he frowns.

“So you go out, get drunk, and flirt with the first random pretty girl that comes onto you? Are you that fucking desperate? I’ve been here all night waiting for you to get home, to our home, and you’re out fucking some other girl?”

You get up from your spot on the floor, finally forcing yourself to look at him. To his credit, he looks hurt. Guilty, even. You try not to care.

“I didn’t fuck her,” is what he settles on.

“Great,” you laugh, “Did she fuck you, then? Suck you off in the bathroom maybe?”

He visibly winces at that, “You know better.” 

“I don’t think I do, Jake.”

“I wouldn’t-” he starts, but you’ve had enough already.

“Shut up. Now,” you move closer to him until he is now backed against the counter, “You wouldn’t what? Let someone else fuck you? That’s just for me, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” he whispers, eyes wide and hands gripping the edge of the marble so hard his knuckles are turning white.

“Oh, so anything else is up for grabs, hm? Letting other women mark up what’s mine, kiss what’s mine, touch what’s mine?”

“No, that’s not true, and you know it,” he’s still speaking quietly, scared of your sudden change in demeanor. 

“Again, I don’t know what’s true, apparently,” you step forward again, pressing yourself against him. He inhales sharply, looking down at how close you are, and fights the urge to reach out and grab your hips. 

Jake stays silent, locking eyes with you once again. 

“You’re mine. Maybe you need a reminder, hm?” 

You reach up and run your fingers through his hair. He immediately starts nodding, and you can feel him growing harder against your thigh as he tries not to grind against you. His mouth opens, but before he can get a word out, you grip his hair tightly in your fist and pull, effectively forcing his head back and giving you full access to his neck.

“Shut up,” you say sharply as he lets out a pained hiss, “I’ve heard enough of your shit.”

Your lips brush against his neck, against the marks she left a few hours earlier. He lets out a quiet whimper, which causes you to tighten your grip on his hair once again. 

“She really did a number on you, huh?” You speak lowly as you begin to kiss softly over the red blooming over his tan skin. His chest is heaving as you begin sucking over the expanse of the bruises, trying to erase her marks with your own.

Jake’s hips kick up against you when you bite him harshly which causes you to pull your mouth away and push a thigh between his own. He bites down on his lip, trying desperately not to make a sound as you instructed. 

“Bedroom,” is all you say, stepping back to let him follow your command. You watch, somewhat delighted, as he nods and makes his way out of the kitchen, throwing one last guilty glance over his shoulder before disappearing and making his way to your shared room.

You take a deep breath once he’s gone, and wonder what you’ve gotten yourself into. You’re absolutely angry and hurt, which has somehow bled into arousal. Shaking your head at yourself, you decide to let him suffer a bit longer, and grab yourself a glass of water. 

Taking a sip, you stare at your reflection in the window in front of the sink and frown. Your mascara has run down your face, and the hurt is written all over your expression. Looking down at your hand, you realize you’ve been shaking this whole time.

The anger hits you once again, and the glass slips from your hand, falling to the floor with a loud shatter. It only serves as a reminder of how broken you yourself feel.

Running a hand through your hair, you let out a sigh and decide to leave the glass for later cleanup. You wipe the mascara off of your face to the best of your ability before turning to make your way to the bedroom.

Pushing open the door, you find Jake laying back on the bed only in his boxers and palming himself through them. He immediately pulls his hand away from himself when you enter, looking at you with wide eyes as if to apologize.

“So fucking desperate, Jake,” you shake your head at him, “Can’t even wait five minutes for me.”

His mouth opens then quickly shuts again, remembering your earlier demand for silence. Ignoring him, you dig through one of the drawers of your dresser. He whines softly when you turn around and show what you grabbed. You toss the strap onto the bed next to him, watching as he eyes it desperately. 

“Sit up,” you order, and he complies.

“You remember the safe word?” You ask softly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear.

He nods, but you ask for confirmation, “You can say it.”

“Red,” he breathes out.

You almost smile. “I think you owe me, baby,” you sigh, “Getting me all worked up, hurting me like that. Make me feel good, then I’ll think about you, hm?”

He nods, moving to grab your hips to flip you onto the bed when you give him a pointed look. He retreats, and you instruct him to lay back on the bed once again. 

Getting up from the bed, you can tell he’s confused. You come back holding a piece of simple black rope, and then he understands. Jake brings his hands out in front of him, offering them to you before you even get the chance to ask.

You wrap the rope around his wrists and tie it, pulling it so it’s snug against him, but not uncomfortably tight. “Above your head,” you order.

As he does what you’ve asked of him, you take the time to remove your shirt and shorts, leaving both your bra and panties on. Moving to straddle his hips, he licks his lips at the sight of you.

Running your hands down his chest, you watch as he shivers at your touch, muscles twitching. 

“You’re so hard, baby,” you hum, grinding your hips down just once, “Did she not do a good job? Didn’t get you off?”

Jake shakes his head no, “You can answer me,” you decide, “Only if I ask you a question.”

“Okay,” he gasps out as you reach up to grab his neck. Squeezing lightly, you watch as his mouth drops open and his tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip.

“So? She really didn’t get you off?” You grind against him again.

He fights to keep his breath steady enough to respond, “I told you she didn’t, love.”

“Did you get her off instead? Bend her over the dirty bathroom sink and eat her out? Did she taste good? As good as me?” You question him.

“I didn’t, I promise, I wouldn’t. Only want you, I’m sorry,” he rambles.

“Stop apologizing if you don’t mean it.”

“I mean it, baby, I do,” he begs.

You roll your eyes, lifting yourself off of him to slide your panties down your thighs. His fingers twitch where they rest above his head, wanting to reach down and touch you.

“Make me cum,” is all you say before shifting up the bed over him so your cunt is directly above his face. He licks his lips again and nods frantically.

You finally let yourself fall down against him, thighs sitting on either side of his head. You grab his hands with one of yours, “If you need a break squeeze me three times. Do it now so I know you understand,” you sigh out as he drags his tongue across your slit and up to your swollen clit. He squeezes your hand three times, and you squeeze his hand back just once to confirm you felt it.

He swirls his tongue around your clit, sucking it into his plush mouth and humming against you lightly. He knows exactly how to make you fall apart, especially with his mouth. He goes down on you anytime he has the chance. 

“Feels good,” you offer him just the smallest amount of praise, before taking action and grinding yourself against his tongue. You look down to find him watching you closely, eyes wide and desperate. He’s moaning into you at the taste, begging for more without words. The way he looks when he’s eating you out never fails to make you even more desperate.

He sucks your swollen bud into his mouth again, swirling over and over it with his tongue, just like he knows you like. He’s playing dirty, trying to get you to cum quickly. You choke on a moan, eyes rolling back in your head as you feel the knot in your stomach tightening. 

“Fuck, Jake, I’m gonna cum,” you gasp out.

He hums against you, working his tongue faster, eyes still locked on yours, desperately trying to get you there. You slam head on into your orgasm, crying out his name, tightening your grip on his hand as you feel the pleasure coursing through your body.

He lets you ride it out, still licking against you softly and rubbing his thumb softly against your hand above him. You don’t fall off of him until your thighs are shaking. His hair is messy, face covered in your release, and soft whines are trilling off his tongue. 

“Don’t think that means you’re forgiven,” you mumble. You reach up to grab his face, forcing him to look at you, “You’re lucky I even let you taste me. You don’t deserve it.”

“I know,” he whispers out, “Thank you.”

You let go of his face, instead resting your hand flat against his cheek. He knows you well enough to know what’s coming, and braces for the impact.

“Give me a color.”

“Green,” his reply is breathy, “I deserve it. Hit me, I know you want to.”

“Yeah, you do fucking deserve it.” 

Your palm comes in contact with his cheek, a smack noise sounding throughout the room, followed by a groan from Jake. “Cannot believe you,” you speak again. Leaning down, you connect your lips for the first time since he came home. He whines into your mouth, licking into you desperately.

“I know, I’m sorry, baby, please. More,” he whispers against your lips. He sounds more desperate than you can ever remember him being.

“You’ll get what I want to give you,” you say plainly, moving from your place on his hips to between his legs. He lets you pull his boxers off of him, hands still in their place on the pillow above him.

His cock slaps against his stomach, hard and leaking, already beginning to leave a pool of precum on his soft skin.

You spit into your hand, taking hold of him and stroking him as lightly as you can manage just once. His knees fall open when your hand moves further down his thigh, and you reach to your nightstand to grab the bottle of lube that resides there. 

——

He’s moaning breathlessly as you work him open, cock twitching where it lays against his soft stomach. 

“Please, I need it,” he begs. 

“I told you, you get what I fucking give you,” you pull your fingers out and he whines at the loss.

“I’m sorry. Sorry, baby. I’ll listen. Promise.”

“Yeah, you will.”

His chest is heaving, you’ve taken your time working him up, and you can see how desperate he is. His eyes keep fluttering shut and he’s covered in a light sheen of sweat.

Fastening the strap around your hips in record time, you lean over him again, “You want this?”

“Please,” he nods, “Ruin me. I deserve it, please.”

“God, I hate you,” you bite out as you line yourself up and push inside of him in one quick thrust, “but I fucking love you.”

“I love you, baby. So much,” he whines out, already overstimulated from the constant teasing and feeling of being full, “Feels so good, already. Please.”

“Yeah? Feels good? Then why do you need others?” You can’t help it. Adjusting your grip on his hips, you pull him towards you, smiling to yourself when he gasps out a whimper at how deep you are. 

“I don’t, I swear. I’m sorry baby,” you pick up your pace, and a broken moan of your name sounds throughout your bedroom, “Sorry, sorry, ‘M sorry,” he rambles on.

“Stop fucking apologizing,” you bring your hand to swat at his cheek once again. He takes it, a gasped moan flying out of his mouth.

“Okay, okay. More. Please more,” he says through a string of moans.

“Was she as good as me? Hm, Jakey? Are you sure you did not let her fuck you like you let me?” 

“No,” he shakes his head, “Just want you, baby, only you.”

“You’re fucking mine,” another slap across his cheek, he bites out a desperate groan, nodding his head, “No one will fuck you like I can.”

“Mhm,” he gasps through a moan, “No one, baby. I’m sorry.”

“Shut the fuck up,” you cut through his apology with a sharp thrust, his back arching into you.

You reach between the two of you to grab his cock, starting to stroke him in time with your thrusts. He’s whining, little “uh” sounds escaping his open mouth everytime you thrust into him.

“Baby, ‘m close,” he warns you, “Gonna cum.”

“No,” you say as you take your hand away from his leaking cock and slow you thrusts down until you’re stopped, still fully inside of him.

He whines, his hands that have so far stayed in place above him coming down in an attempt to grab you. You take hold of his wrists before he makes contact, pushing them back against the bed and holding them there. 

“Keep going,” he begs, “Please, gorgeous. I need it, I need to cum.”

“Tell me what you did, maybe I’ll let you cum.” You lay out a compromise, grinding your hips against him, pushing the strap deeper inside of him.

Jake whimpers, eyes rolling back. “I told you already, I told you everything.” As angry as you are, he looks delicious. 

“I want details, Jake. How did you touch her? How did she touch you? What did you say to her? You’re not fucking cumming until you tell me everything.”

“No,” he gasps out, “I can’t.”

“You can and you will.” You pull all the way out only to fuck back into him once.

He whines, tossing his head to the side so he does not have to look at you when he admits, “She was on my lap,” he sounds ashamed, as he should be, “Kissing me. My neck, my lips. My hands were on her waist, hers were all over me, I don’t remember.”

“Like hell you don’t remember,” you grab ahold of his chin, forcing him to look at you, “What did you say to her?”

“I was drunk,” is all he offers you, letting his eyes slip shut.

“Look at me,” you plead, “please.”

He takes a breath and opens his eyes, “Don’t do this.”

“You did this,” you whisper.

Before he gets a chance to respond, you begin fucking him hard and fast again, watching his eyes roll back. 

“Baby, slow down. If you don’t I’m gonna cum,” he warns.

“Then you better start talking,” you laugh, despite how unfunny it is, “I think I made myself clear.”

“I didn’t say much,” he whines.

“Liar. You have a dirty fucking mouth. I know you better than that.”

You continue your brutal pace, watching as he struggles to hold himself together and collect his thoughts.

“I can’t, you need to slow down.”

You stop again, looking at him expectantly.

“I told her she was pretty. That I wanted her, but it wasn’t true. I promise, baby. None of it was true.”

“Fuck you,” is all you can manage, the anger still bleeding into the desire to absolutely ruin him. You pick up your pace once again, taking a hold on his neck and using your other hand to stroke him.

“Fuck me,” he gasps out from your grip around his throat, “Ruin me.”

“I will,” you promise, stroking him faster.

You feel him twitch in your hand, his mouth falling open and moans falling out with every thrust of your hips, “I’m gonna cum, pretty girl.”

“Wait,” you force him to look at you again, “I’ll tell you when you can.”

“I can’t wait, baby.”

“Fucking wait,” you slap him again, and he lets a high pitched whine as his thighs begin shaking around you.

“I’m sorry baby, please,” you watch as a tear falls from his eye, “I can’t hold it, I’m sorry.”

“You don’t deserve this. You don’t deserve me. You don’t deserve to feel this good.”

“I know,” he cries out, a moan following, “You’re right, baby, I know. Hit me again. Please, you want to. I want you to,” he begs. 

You let out a small groan, reaching up to place a smack across his cheek once again. You’re so worked up, despite him getting you off only a bit earlier. The friction of the strap rubs against your swollen clit with each thrust, but it is nowhere near enough to make you cum again. 

“Baby,” he pulls you out of your own desperate thoughts, “Baby, fuck, baby. Please, I’m gonna cum, please.”

He’s shaking still, head thrashing back and forth against the pillow as he tries to follow your direction. 

“No,” you whine, grabbing his chin one again and forcing eye contact. 

“I can’t look at you,” his eyes close again, “Too much, too pretty, baby, please,” you slap him again and his eyes fly open, getting the hint. “Oh god,” he moans out as his eyes lock onto your own. 

“Cum,” you finally give him permission, grabbing at his hands above him.

“Fuck, thank you,” he wheezes as his orgasm hits him head on, white streaking across his stomach and onto your hand, stealing the air from his lungs, “Thank you, sweet girl. I love you,” he continues to mumble sweet nothings into the air as he comes down from his high.

You don’t reply other than a quick, “You’re welcome,” and slowly pull out. He hisses at the loss, then realizes your hand is still holding his own and gives you a squeeze. 

“Let me make you feel good,” he offers, “I can do it. Anything for you, please.”

“No,” you shake your head, “I’m fine.”

“You’re not,” he whispers, squeezing your hand tighter.

“I wonder why,” you hum, untying his wrists and beginning to move off of him.

His hands fly to your waist, holding you close to him. You give in easily, and allow him to flip the two of you over and settle in his favorite spot - between your thighs. He begins leaving light kisses on the inside of them, and just before he begins to go down on you again, he whispers softly,  “I love you.”

And you almost believe him.

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[dark-fics-4-you]

Desperate Measures ch. III

Warnings: noncon, smut, forced pregnancy, gaslighting, abusive relationship

Note: this chapter is kinda short, and it’s basically just smut so enjoy

Gazing up at the ceiling in a daze, you were brought back to the moment when Rafe snapped his fingers in front of your face.

“Still in there, princess?”

Your eyes blurred with more tears, a strange thing, you thought. You didn’t think you had any more energy to cry, but your body was proving you wrong once again.

You blinked the tears away before meeting Rafe’s gaze, you could barely hold your head up.

You flinched as he stretched his hand toward your face, brushing his fingers over the red, angry skin of your cheek where he struck you earlier. The tender gesture made you feel sick to your stomach.

“You know, this wouldn’t have to happen if you just listened to me, Y/N.” He mumbled and you whimpered when you felt him begin to slowly roll his hips against yours.

It had been hours of him rutting into you, tunnel vision so intense that by the fourth round when he pushed his cock into your sore cunt, you gave up on fighting back.

“Please no- Rafe-" your protests were swallowed when he covered your lips with his own. A hand tangled into your hair, tugging your head back to deepen the kiss.

You gasped against his mouth when he began to thrust into you faster, disgusted by the sound of his cum squelching inside of you and helping him push deeper into you.

His lips trailed from your mouth down to your neck, sucking at the tender skin. “Just imagine it, Y/N,” Rafe’s raspy voice could barely containing his excitement. “A bunch of little Camerons…”

Revulsion filled your gut and you blinked your teary eyes, lip trembling as you looked past Rafe.

You tensed when you felt his fingers find your tender clit, unable to hold back your mewl. Burning shame spread across your face when Rafe chuckled.

“Are you gonna try to tell me you don’t want this again? After I’ve made you cum over and over again tonight, hmm?” The condescending bite to his voice pierced through you, doubt beginning to plant itself in your mind.

“Rafe, I don’t- I’m-!” Before you could finish the thought, his hand gripped your throat, cutting off your oxygen supply and shutting you up.

The feeling of him inside you, thrusting at a dizzying tempo had your legs shaking around him. Another twitch of his fingers at your clit and your vision went dark, stars exploding behind your eyes as you squeezed around him. You could feel his fingers closing further around your throat as he fucked you through your orgasm.

“That’s right babygirl, milk my cock,” Rafe taunted as he loomed over you. “So fucking tight when you’re all fucked out and used.”

You choked as his grip around your throat tightened and you looked up at him, panicked, with fearful eyes while your fingers grasped at the ones around your neck desperately.

“It doesn’t have to be this hard, Y/N,” he scowled, “I had to go through a lot of trouble to get you back. Really, you should be fucking grateful that someone actually cares enough about you to want to give you a better life.”

Hurt and anger burned within you. Anger at yourself for sleeping with him the night of the party and rage at Rafe for everything he had done to you since.

And everything he was planning on forcing you to do.

Your chest was tightening from the lack of oxygen, vision growing blurry around the edges and you knew you had to do something to get his hands off your neck.

Rafe let out a frustrated grunt when he felt your nails begin to claw at his hands, scratching with so much fervor you accidentally dragged them against your own tender neck, gasping for breaths when he finally released you.

“Stupid bitch!” The blond roared, staring frantically at the blood you had drawn on his hands.

His nose wrinkled, eyebrows coming together as he sneered, shaking his head and laughing at you, “You really are only good for one thing.”

You tried to protest when Rafe flipped you over onto your knees, pushing deeper into you to make sure you couldn’t get away. Your tears ran down onto the hand he had clamped over your mouth to stop you from screaming.

His hips snapped against your ass as he fucked you harder, his cock dragging agonizingly against your walls.

“Just stay fucking quiet, be a good girl, and I might let you cum again.”

[muffinsin]

Hey just wanted to ask if you will be open to do a story on the siblings.

I love the fluffy stories you do for them and I would be very grateful if you could do other one. I don't mind what at all maybe other people have a good idea.

Maybe one about Bela this time about needing comfort even though she tries to hide it. I love wondering what they would do if one of them where sick as well as what her mother would do so I guess that's one idea.

Bela being ill and trying to hide it to do jobs her sisters need help with or her mother. She would get yelled out by Cassandra as Daniel snuggles wishing her to get well as Cassandra joins in all tough saying she's only doing it to keep an eye on her as she mother was the one to help heal Bela.

Now that would be funny and fluffy I guess I had an idea over all.

Btw how is Bela monster fucking going? I can't wait.

Awh, this is adorable🙌 regarding the Bela monster fucking- I don’t think there’s any requests in the inbox for that or any interest I’m aware of :)

There’s so many sibling bonding asks in my inbox, it’s adorable y’all

Let’s get into it ;)!

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Bela Dimitrescu does not get sick

Or; she tries to convince everyone, including herself, of this at least

While being understanding when her family falls sick, she is much different when it comes to herself

Bela is very much the type to ignore it, grit her teeth and keep going

And sometimes, it works. It pushes her to the limit and utterly exhausts her, yet, sometimes, the illness and dizziness does fade even without careful rest and medication

Sometimes, that is, mind you

It seems, now is not one of those times

She is no longer merely sniffing here and there and struggling to breathe in and out through her nose

No, the fever is weakening her, no matter how hard she fights it. It seems, fighting and pushing forwards only makes it worse

Her vision blurry, her limbs heavy and aching, she forces herself to keep going and refuses to let anybody know of her condition

Even as she grows too weak and feverish to even swarm alongside her younger sisters

She- doesn’t want to disappoint. She wants, no, needs to keep working

One morning it seems particularly bad, when she falls back onto the hard mattress the moment she sits up, her head aching and the all too familiar dizziness causing the room to spin for a few moments

Again, she merely grits her teeth, hard and frustrated enough for a fang to chip slightly. She doesn’t dare flinch and whimper at the sharp, cold pain it causes

As she forces her thighs off the bed and her feet to move across the room at last, the dizziness seems to only grow worse. Closets and cabinets spin, her window a mere blurry, bright light

She changes out of her clothing as the bathtub fills next, her mind and body overly aware of the thin layer of sweat covering her; no doubt another affect of the fever tormenting her

With difficulty, she manages to scrub herself clean, her frustration evident in the force she applies, so that the sponge leaves soapy, bloody scratches along her pristine skin

A second, a single, short moment, she allows herself to throw her head back and howl in pain and frustration, her tears thick and her lips pulled to an angry snarl

Within another moment, she forces her weak body to cease shaking

Breakfast is- a difficult affair

Attempting to calm her family’s worried stares, she eats the meat and drinks the bloodied wine presented to her

And yet, every bite makes her stomach turn and scratches against every inch of her sore throat like sandpaper

She gulps down the wine all too eagerly, chasing the soothing feeling of liquid calming and wetting her dry and sore throat

When asked whether she is alright by Cassandra, she flat out lies through her teeth. She smiles, even as her face muscles ache, and confirms

Work is- nearly overwhelming her

Her eyes are heavy, her body covered in sweat yet again despite her bath only two hours prior

She’s panting and whimpering quietly to herself in her office, her shaky fingers gripping the pen tightly, her wet hair clinging to her warm face

She considers opening the window, even as she knows the icy cold air outside means death

But…only a crack..she shakes her head at her own thought. No, she is too smart to open a window in winter

Yet, her body feels as if on fire. Her dress feels wet and heavy, restraining, even

She wants nothing but to take it off already

How much longer is it? She checks the clock at her wall repeatedly. Six hours. Six hours. Five hours and fifty-seven minutes. Time just won’t pass quickly, it seems, no matter how hard she wants it to

In half an hour, no work has gotten done

She feels sick and dizzy, yet the mere thought of standing up to head to the bathroom makes her stomach curl unpleasantly

She doesn’t even notice the small chirps her flies send out, broken and quiet, yet- not unheard

Daniela, the fastest of the three, is the first to appear in the study

Bela watches through heavy, lidded eyes as the blurry figure of her sister steps in front of her. When she cups her cheeks with cold, bare hands, to examine her sister’s face, Bela nearly howls happily

She presses her face forwards blindly, as though chasing the cool feeling calming her overly warm skin

Yet, when the door bangs open and Cassandra comes in, too, the feverish haze draws back and Bela immediately pulls back her head, fast enough for the room to be spinning and for her to sway slightly

Again, she feels hands on her skin; stronger, larger ones. Gloved, and slightly forceful as they’re set on her hip and shoulder to steady her

Even through her lidded, tired eyes, she sees her younger sisters scowling at her. They know, something is clearly wrong, and they are not about to leave until it is handled

Cassandra is the first to speak up. With Alcina out at a Lord meeting halfway across the village, it is up to her to handle her sickly-looking older sister, after all

Still, she winces when she asks what’s wrong and the harshness in her tone has the blonde flinch

She figures, she could attempt a gentler approach

At first, she is met with denial. “Everything is okay”, “Don’t worry”, “I’m fine”

Neither of the younger sisters believes a word. Not even Bela stumbles as soon as Cassandra’s grip eases slightly and her eyes keep darting to the window longingly

She begins to lose her patience, her grip tightening on her sister the more wobbly the woman’s legs seem to get. Cassandra doesn’t miss how tightly she grips the table, as though aware she’d fall without its support

She snarls, her eyes rolling when Daniela waves her hand in front of her and beckons her out of the way

Bela watches confused as she is led from the table, her arm slung around Cassandra while Daniela holds onto her hand tightly, guiding- or rather; pulling- her along

Alas, she is in no state to deny them even if she wanted to. And really- she doesn’t

Not when her legs feel weak and her middle sister is what keeps her from falling, the messy buzzing of her flies somewhat comforting to her, and not when Daniela’s cold hand feels so relieving in her own, warm one. Is she sweating? She can’t tell anymore, and her vision and mind is too hazy to take notice of Cassandra’s scrunched up nose

At last, she notices where she has been led- Daniela’s room. Sickly sweet in its scent, yet familiar and comforting

Her eyes struggle to stay open, and only do they widen when she is dropped to the bed suddenly

Soft whines and broken chirps pass her lips as the cool hand is pressed to her forehead. She doesn’t mind Daniela’s gasp at the warmth she feels there

“Poor thing! You’re burning up!”

The words nearly bring a frustrated sob out of her. Perhaps, she no longer needs to pretend it’s all okay. After all, they already found her out

She eagerly lifts her arms and turns as the sweat-soaked dress is removed and coos in relief at the feel of cool, soft sheets against her scratched, sweaty skin

“We should call Mother”

She whines, her throat too achy and sore to allow any words to form

It seems, her sisters get the hint, so that instead of swarming for the phone in Alcina’s office, Daniela crawls into the bed as well

At first, a whine is pulled from Bela when she feels comforting arms wrap around her. Then, a sigh of relief passes her lips. Her body is too heavy, her mind too hazy. She merely pushes herself into her sister’s touch, sighing happily when cool hands return to her cheeks and forehead to cool the warm skin found there

For a moment, all feels calm. She doesn’t notice Cassandra leaving for the bathroom, until she jumps and coos happily when wet rags are pressed against her neck and back

“How could you keep working like this?!”, Cassandra fumes

She sports an angry, concerned scowl. A harsh contrast to the care and gentleness applied as she drags and dabs the rag at Bela’s sweaty, scratched skin

“You know we are supposed to rest when we get sick! Mother’s told you a million times!”, she adds with a low grumble

Daniela giggles for a moment, a low “as if you were any different” muttered under her breath. Cassandra chooses not to pick a fight- this time

Bela feels as the fever catches up on her at last- yet- the lukewarm rag and cool hands on her help the heat seemingly burning under her skin

She isn’t sure what urges her to do it, yet, as she feels the cloth gently dab at her warm skin and soothing it, she turns suddenly, her body inching forth and her heavy arms wrapping around Cassandra

Her other arm pulls Daniela close, the woman’s giggle almost too loud in her ears

“T-Thank you” she whispers hoarsely

With her face tucked in her sister’s neck, she doesn’t notice the surprised look and the worried smile she wears

She does, however, feel the acknowledgment and reassurance of the swarm as both her sisters pat her gently

“It’ll be okay, Bela”, both of them promise

And even with the fever and the heavy worry for her duties evident in her head, she accepts, and she believes it

[walkingintheheartbreaksatellite]

I have a request, if you would write about it! If it's too sad then it's totally okay! My request is something like Y/N comes home after a super stressful day at work, she's a waitress/public servant, she's been shouted at by customers, had food thrown at her, just been the worst day possible, she comes home and throws her bag and keys/phone at the wall and just collapses on the floor into tears and starts to have a panic attack, she doesn't know Niall's home yet and he comes round the corner after hearing the noise and just comforts her and manages to get her through her panic attack and it turns into a snuggle fest😭 you're doing god's work for us Niall girlies, thank you for writing about him❤️ again if this is too uncomfortable I totally understand!

KISSES FOR YOU ANON. Thank you for requesting him🥹 This is definitely fine for me to write! I have quite a bit of a background with these kinds of things. I worked fast food for two years and I still work in customer service. It is soooooo not a cake walk. I hope this is close to what you asked for! I kind of wrote this based off of one of my worst nights at my restaurant.

Meltdown

Niall Horan x reader

Summary- Y/N has a panic attack after a horrible night at work and Niall helps her through it.

Songs used- Meltdown by Niall Horan

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“Y/N, really! Clean yourself up and get back to work! If you’re not sick, you can work!”

I let out a sigh and hold back my tears as I nod, turning away from my manager.

Tonight had not been my night. What had started off as a decent 12 hour shift had turned into one of the worst nights of my life. I had been cursed at several times, a beverage was thrown on me and I just had a child throw up on me.

I sniffle and head to the bathroom to clean up, trying to hold back from throwing up myself. I take my time to clean up, trying to take deep breaths and calm down, remembering what my boyfriend had said. His smile always made my heart flutter, especially when he would talk about something he had planned.

I head out of the bathroom and I’m motioned over to a table not in my section by a man who seemed angry.

“What can I do for you, sir?”

His eyebrows furrow and he begins to shout at me.

“This is the third time my steak has been cooked wrong! Can’t you people do anything right?! I asked for it medium, this is rare!”

I bow my head and apologize multiple times.

“I’m so sorry about that sir! I’ll have your server put in for another and make sure that it is correct.”

The man shakes his head and rises from the table before turning to me.

“No, I want you to go fix this now! And I’m not gonna pay for my meal! If you can’t do that, then I want to speak to your manager! I’ll have your job!”

Biting back my tears, I nod and run off from the table with another bow. I quickly make my way through the restaurant and push the door open to the back, rushing behind it as quick as possible.

I hurry past the other staff in the kitchen and I reach the office, where my manager was waiting.

“Y/N, I really don’t know what’s going on with you today. We’ve gotten multiple complaints about you and that’s just not acceptable. Go home, the store owner will be calling you regarding your place here.”

Tears begin to swell and my eyes and I try to fight back.

“Mr. Adams-.”

He shakes his head and sighs.

“Just go home. You’ve done enough for tonight.”

I nod and wipe my tears as I grab my bag from the break area, clock out and head out to my car. As soon as I get going, the tears start to fall. I somehow manage to get home, despite my blurry vision, and I pull into the empty driveway. Without another thought, I get out, locking my car before I head inside.

I unlock the door and go inside, immediately kicking off my shoes, before closing the door and collapsing against it, letting a loud cry out. I throw my phone and my purse at the wall across from me, letting out another loud cry and a scream of frustration.

I bury my head in my hands, thoughts running through my head only causing me to cry harder. I let out a pained cough and I jump when I feel something touch my arm.

I look up to see my boyfriend, Niall, with a worried expression on his face. He crouched down to my level and places a hand on my shoulder.

“Petal, I thought you had to work late? What are you doing home?”

I can’t seem to find the words and I can only cry more, my breathing uneven as I sink deeper into what I now realized was a panic attack.

I felt so useless… Like I couldn’t do anything right. I’ve always been hardworking and I always tried my very best… Was it just not enough for anyone?

Niall sits down and pulls me into his lap, cradling me in his arms and he softly sings to me as he rocks me.

When it all melts down I'll be there

Talkin' to yourself in the bathroom

Losin' your mind in the mirror like you have to

Ooh, Ooh

Screamin' in your car in the driveway

Spinnin' out think your life's going sideways

Ooh,Ooh

One broken glass turns to total collapse

Just know this too shall pass

I'm tellin' you now, tellin' you now

Woo-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

When it all melts down I'll be there

Woo-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

When it all melts down I'll be there

I'm tellin' you now, tellin' you now

He continues to rock me back and forth, whispering to me and placing little kisses on my forehead.

“Niall?”

He hums softly and he looks into my eyes.

“I smell like vomit…”

He lets out a small chuckle and squeezes me tight.

“How about we fix that? A nice bath? Maybe some Chinese or Pizza? I bought more of your favorite Seagram’s when I bought groceries.”

I look up at him and I start to tear up again. I grab at his shirt, tears falling down my cheeks.

“Don’t leave? Take a bath with me?”

He smiles and nods.

“Bath then cuddles? And Kitchen Nightmares.”

He places a small kiss on my lips before he kisses my cheeks with a smile. He slowly stands up and he carries me upstairs, continuing to whisper everything I needed to hear. He never asked, but he was there… And that was all I needed in the end.

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I hope that was okay lovely! I honestly do love writing for Niall and he needs as much love as possible😭

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[sourpatchys]

Chapter three: Blood

Time: Quarry

Rating: nothing explicit. Mentions of walkers and death.

Word count: 1.3k

Summary: a magnetic pull, and a nights rest. The two survivors are growing closer by the day.

A/n: this took much longer than I had hoped for! I’m going to try my hardest to get the next chapter out much faster haha, hopefully the wait was worth it!

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The camp was in utter ruins when Daryl had returned.

Walkers were clawing their way into rib cages, ripping away the flesh and bone— screams echoed throughout the hills and trees, begging— pleading for help.

Any negativity Daryl had, from Merle, the weird fucking nursing home or the pieces of shit he had to live with— it all fell away in an instant. He was firing, shaking, even screaming— his body moved on pure instinct shuddering in a way he had never experienced before.

He was fighting for his life— for the life of others. Ripping arrows through the air, his eyes frantically searching for an end.

The way here was calm and quiet. He was pissed— angry and upset. His brother was gone and all he had to show for it were the people who left him to die. Walking home on an uneven trail, kicking the rocks under his shoes, cursing any god that would listen for ruining any life he had left.

The closer they got— the more Daryl started to pick up his speed. His muscles began to tense, a hot swarm of fire ants lighting up under his rugged skin. Something in his mind— in his body— started screaming, yelling at him, telling him to move faster. It felt as though he had lost all control, his legs were moving before he could even wonder why.

The sun had set by the time the small misfit group had returned, its burning rays hidden under the horizon, leaving terror in its wake.

He wasn't sure exactly what he was trying to accomplish— smashing in the heads of the dead with anything he could get his blood crusted hands on. At points he used nothing but the soles of his boots, caving in the skulls of the monsters he'd come to despise over the passing few months.

The blood was warm, washing over his burning skin like a safety blanket. Each pass of his fists, his axe or his bow, lightening the load of horror little by little.

It felt as though it had lasted hours, the adrenaline making every move he took feel slow— as if he were a movie on rewind— unable to reach the end.

Daryl's skin was sticky, his face was hot and his heart felt as though it was going to rip out of his chest. He was looking for something— static electricity was shooting through his brain like lightning, unwilling to stop, forcing his body to move— refusing to let him rest for even a moment.

His vision was blurry, fading lines together— the overwhelming darkness of the night only worsening his disheveled state. It felt as though he were having a panic attack, unable to catch his breath, chest caving and screaming for the release of pressure.

The moment he saw the group, huddled together and checking for injuries— something in him stilled.

He wasn't sure what did it, be it the proof that there were survivors, or the overwhelming pull of knowing everything was finally over— but the static left, replacing itself with cotton.

—

The attack on the camp alerted everyone to the dangers of staying still— something had to change and it had to change fast.

You weren't sure if you had ever felt that level of panic in your life— the overwhelming feel of being alone— forgotten.

It didn't make sense— nothing about your mind or your body's reaction to the chaos made any fucking sense. You understood the fear— the urgency of safety and the pull of death.

But why— why did you feel so utterly alone? You weren't alone— not even slightly. The entire group was with you, witnessing the carnage and bloodshed. They all saw Amy being ripped apart, her curdled screams for help. They all saw the ripped muscles and pointless deaths. Hell— they protected you! Killing any of those vile things that got near you.

Your mind was in a haze— unable to focus or understand. You felt like a child lost in a grocery store. The yelling of those who had left, running into camp from their mission and joining you in your fight for survival— it was the only thing that threw you out of your mangled state of mind.

Sleep did not come easy that night. The corpses of your newfound friends still littered the outside, rotting into the ground and killing the grass below.

Your pillow felt as if it were filled with rocks, your blanket cut into your skin like needles— and the ground felt twice as hard.

Part of you wondered how Daryl was doing.

Perhaps it was a way for you to distance yourself from the carnage, but you still couldn't help but wonder if he was okay. Merle hadn't come back that night, his presence erased entirely, never to be spoken of again.

Sighing in defeat, you sat up, ripping your needle pointed blanket away from your clammy skin and making your way towards the outside world. You didn't allow yourself a gander. Your eyes focused solely on your slippered feet, making a slow crawl towards the bright blue tent in the other side of camp.

The smell that plagued your nostrils was almost enough for you to call it quits— the undeniable rot and decay rising from the soil. Even without the visuals, it was impossible to ignore.

But the sight of that closed up tent door kept you right on track. It was like a pull— a magnetic connection that you couldn't ignore.

"Daryl?" You whispered, your index finger bent, tapping lightly on the closed up mesh. "Are you up?"

There was shifting behind the blue door before the zipper eased its way down, the small sound echoing through the hills, daring you to make another.

“What do you want?” His voice was gruff, his southern lull deeper than you had ever heard it before.

“I wanted to see how you were doing?”

His milky blue eyes looked you up and down, casting a spell of unease, unsure of what to make out of your nightly visit.

“Why?” He asked, finally removing his eyes from you and looking around at your surroundings. Unzipping the door all the way and stepping back. “Get in here, you don’t need to be out there.”

Thankful for the separation, you stepped inside, plopping yourself down on the hard floor and crossing your legs— unsure what to do with yourself in the new environment.

Daryl sat himself across from you— mimicking your own actions from the day before, as he turned on his bedside lantern, placing it between the two of you.

“I couldn’t sleep— I got to thinking about you.”

“Oh yeah?”

His eyes were unreadable, staring right through you.

“You never answered me.”

Grunting, the archer leaned back in his hands, pulling his eyes away from you once more, choosing instead to look up at the makeshift ceiling.

“M’fine. Couldn’t sleep either.”

It was silent after that, though it wasn’t unpleasant. You found yourself calmer than you could ever recall being before, sitting tight in a broken down bright blue tent.

Feeling more comfortable, you allowed yourself to stretch, pulling your legs out from underneath you as you adjusted.

“Tomorrow— whatever we end up doing, and wherever we end up— can I leave with you?”

He stared at you, unsettled— confused by the request. Though, he couldn’t find it in himself to deny you.

“Whatever.”

A warmth unlike any you had ever felt seeped into your skin, glowing and trailing along through your veins. A smile— small yet true— made its way onto your face, a gleam of hope finding itself inside you once more.

“Thank you Daryl.” You beamed, placing your hand on his knee.

Soon enough you found yourself drifting, your eyelids growing heavy as your face began to tingle. It didn’t take long before your once restless night became something else entirely.

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[jessicaloons]

Chapter 28:

I can't find a pulse, my heart won't start anymore…

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TW: spicy content; 16+

Darkness clouded my mind. White noise ringing in my ears. Body numb. The blurry images of a red car, flipped over with high speed colliding into the wall. A person in a red race suit on a stretcher. Lifeless. A paramedic checking the pulse but shaking his head. Dead. Gone. My heart clenched. My once numb body now filled with excruciating pain. A faint noise caught my attention. Voices. Beeping. Shuffling. The images of the red car got sharper. A number visible. 16. The lifeless persons helmet looked familiar. Charles. I inhaled sharply and opened my eyes in horror. I sat up abruptly. Eyes blinking, trying to get used to the bright light. I looked around. Medical centre. I pulled the oxygen mask away from my face and tried to breathe on my own. My ears started to ring and my chest hurt.

"Hey, hey, hey! Lizzie! Put the mask back on!" Dad walked up next to me, pulling the mask up again. I was trembling. Tears stinging in my eyes, blurring my vision.

"Charles." I croaked out. Voice barely audible. Hoarse.

"Lizzie…" Dad begun but I shook my head. Reality settling in. He was gone.

"I want to see him! Now!" I cried and Dad sat down at the edge of the bed, trying to comfort me, but I pushed him off "I want to see him! I want to see him! Please!" I whimpered and tears were streaming now uncontrollably down my face. I pulled my knees up to my chest. Body shivering. Repeating over and over "I want Charles."

Dad said something but I couldn’t understand him. I was just wailing and crying. I lost him. After everything we’ve gone through. After we’ve finally found our way to each other, realising that we belonged together. After I spent years of denying my feelings for Charles. We’ve wasted so much time. So much time with yearning and dreaming of each other. I shook my head, thinking about Charles. His smile. His eyes. His dimples. His lips. The way he kissed me this morning before we headed to the track. The way he held me in his arms. The way he looked at me, with so much love and admiration that I blushed. Hard. And his laugh after seeing me blushing. His laugh. The most beautiful sound in the world. All of the memories of him were crashing down on me. They were flooding my mind and a new wave of devastation was hitting me. Dad tried to push me back into the cushions but I didn’t let him. He tried to talk to me but my mind didn’t register it. Then I saw a nurse fiddling with the IV tube, saw the syringe. For a moment I looked at her stunned, then turned to Dad, as I was about to say something I felt tiredness overcoming my body. My mind. Darkness surrounding me.

Charles POV:

I stirred in the bed. I felt dizzy. Body sore. Head aching terribly. I looked around. Medical centre. I closed my eyes again. What happened? I was overtaking Max, we touched slightly. I hit a kerb. Next thing I knew I was hanging upside down in the car. I opened my eyes again and carefully sat up. My race suit and boots on a chair in the corner. Fireproofs as well. I looked down at me, wearing a hospital gown. I tried to get up as I heard a commotion outside the room.

"I just want to know if he’s okay!" an angry voice I knew all too well.

"Sir, I’m sorry, but only team members or family are allowed to this information." another male voice "Please leave or I have to call security."

"You listen to me now. That boy in there is like my son, I know him for more than half his life and I just want to know if he’s okay! Just tell me he’s okay and I can go. But I need to know that he’s gonna be okay. Please!" Juergen’s firm voice began to weaken and I pushed the call button next to my bed.

"Hello?!" I shouted and the door opened and I saw Juergen standing in the hallway.

"Charles, are you okay?" he asked and I nodded then I looked at the guy who stood now in front of my bed.

"He’s family!" I said to him and he sighed, then he turned to Juergen and nodded. He immediately stormed into the room.

"You kids are killing me!" he whispered as he hugged me carefully.

"I’m sorry!" I chuckled a little, flinching as the movement caused a slight pain in my ribcage.

"Are you really okay? No injuries? Nothing broken?" he asked and pulled away holding my shoulders and eyed me for any visible damages.

"I don’t know to be honest? I feel okay, I guess?" I answered and we looked at the nurse.

"You’re probably having a slight concussion and whiplash. Maybe one or two heavily bruised or broken ribs. But otherwise everything is okay." he said and I nodded "There will be a doctor coming soon, you’ll be transferred to the hospital for further tests, just in case."

"Thank you." Juergen said and the nurse left. "Never a dull moment with you guys."

"Yeah… sorry!" I said sheepishly and looked at him "Who won? Where’s Lizzie?"

"The priorities…" he chuckled dryly but then his look changed "George won… and Lizzie is… umm she’s…" he stopped for a moment and I looked at him, panic settling in

"What happened? Is she okay?" I asked.

"She’s okay… she’s just down the hall. She umm… she had a break down. She thought you were, well, she thought you died. Yeah it was a mess. I think everyone thought it for a moment… but anyways. She broke down, couldn’t breathe, she had a panic attack and they had to sedate her earlier…" Juergen said and I scrambled out of the bed, pain shooting through my side "What are you doing? Charles!"

"I need to see her!" I said and put the fireproofs back on.

"Charles! The IV bag!" Juergen said and I looked down at my hand, blood dripping from the ripped out catheter. He handed me a tissue from the sideboard and opened the door, looking for the nurse who walked back in.

"Sorry. I just need to get out of here. Can you just I don’t know. Put a band aid on?" I asked him and he sighed.

"You need your fluids!" he said and I shook my head "Yes, you do! Sit down I’ll take care of it!"

I put my shirt on and sat down on the bed, to catch my breath, slowly inhaling. The nurse cleaned my hand and put a band aid on.

"You have 15 minutes! Then I’ll come and get you! Understood?" he said and I nodded.

"Understood. Thank you!" I said and got up. With Juergens help we walked down the hallway. "What time is it? How long was I out? How long is Lizzie out? God my brain is hurting!"

"The race finished 3 hours ago. It took a little to clear the track. Lizzie broke down when the rest of the grid went back to the pits and she was out of the car, watching how the marshals and the medical team got you out of your car. You laid there. Not moving. One of the paramedics checked your pulse and then he shook his head. Lizzie thought it meant you have no pulse… that you were dead… to be honest a lot of people thought so…" Juergen said and I swallowed hard.

"It wasn’t like that, the one guy checked my pulse when the other one asked if he should remove my helmet, that’s why he shook his head, he meant for the helmet to stay on for the moment." I sighed, thinking how it must’ve looked for Lizzie, Maman. Everyone! "I need to call mum! What if she also thought so?"

"Right as we arrived at the medical centre I saw how they took care of you and saw that you’re… well kinda okay, or at least alive, so I texted everyone." Juergen said and I squeezed his arm.

"Thank you."

He opened the door to the room where Lizzie was lying, the room was long, with many beds on both sides, around one on the other side was a curtain drawn close. There was an IV bag attached to her, a heart monitor and the oxygen mask, she also had a little bruise on her cheek. She looked peaceful, as if she was sleeping. I took her hand in mine, she felt cold. And then it hit me. The flashback to her accident. When I visited her, still in coma, lying in her bed looking as if she was sleeping. Just like now. And both times were my fault. I didn’t know that I was shaking until Juergen put his hand on my shoulder and gently pushed me down into a chair.

"She’s okay, Charles. She’s just a little exhausted and well, sedated." Juergen whispered and I nodded slowly "The nurse said she will be awake in the next hour."

"I’ll stay here." I said but he sighed.

"Charles you have to go to the hospital. They need to check you thoroughly through!"

"I’m not leaving her side, not until she wakes up and sees me." my decision was made.

"Okay." he walked away and I looked after him.

"Where are you going? Can you- can you please stay… I don’t want to be alone with her like this…" I said quietly and Juergen smiled.

"I’m just getting you something to drink and tell your friendly nurse that you won’t be back in the next minutes like you said…"

"Okay. Thank you."

"It’s okay. Just… just stay there, don’t move, don’t do anything, okay? Just relax."

"Okay." I said and then turned around to Lizzie.

The beeping of the heart monitor, the smell of disinfection, Lizzie’s frame in the hospital bed. The flashback wouldn’t stop. I felt my chest constricting, breathing getting harder. The first accident was because I let someone in our life’s who made her run away from me, who made her be at home at this day, who made her jump in front of that car. Miami was also my fault, she wouldn’t have the sleep paralysis without the accident. Today was because I couldn’t control my car, because I wasn’t a good enough driver to control my car, wouldn’t I crashed out like that, Lizzie wouldn’t have be here. I brought her more pain than anyone else. I always wanted to protect her. Care for her. But she ended up in a hospital bed three times already because of me. I felt my eyes stinging. The smell of the disinfection burning my nostrils. The beeping of the heart monitor making my head throb. My ears ringing.

"Lizzie, mon amour, please wake up." I whispered, voice hoarse "I’m okay. I’m not leaving you. Never. But you have to wake up. Please."

I kissed her hand, gently stroked her cheek, the bruise, her lips.

"It’s all okay. We’re okay. I’m okay. You’re okay. But please wake up now." my voice barely a whisper. I felt hot tears streaming down my face "I’m so sorry, Lizzie, so sorry! I didn’t want this to happen. I’m so sorry!"

I couldn’t breathe. My sight turning blurry, head pounding, ribcage throbbing in pain. I felt dizzy. But I kept holding on to Lizzie’s hand. I couldn’t let go of her. She had to feel that I was here. I tried to focus on her face. Her beautiful face. Hidden behind the fogged up oxygen mask. Images of a tube flashing before my eyes and I had to close them.

"No. No. It’s going to be okay. You’re okay, mon amour! You’re sleeping. You’re okay." I mumbled again and again.

I flinched when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Marina, telling me to leave, get home, get some sleep.

"I’m not leaving her side. I’m staying. I have to. It’s my fault. It was always my fault. I’m so sorry. So sorry!" I whispered, but the hand was way too strong, turning me away from Lizzie.

"Charles? Hey? Breathe. You must breathe!" Juergen’s voice echoed in my head "Come on. Breathe! Look at me! Charles! Look at me!"

I tried to blink away the tears and saw the blurry face of him in front of me, looking worried. I trembled, breathing still ragged and he pulled me into a careful embrace. Holding me close and I felt my body relax. And after a while my vision turning clear again. Breathing became regular. The trembling stopped. The ringing in my ears gone.

"It’s okay. You’re okay. Lizzie is okay. It’s all good! Take a deep breath, alright?" Juergen said and gently pulled away from me, looking at me intently. I nodded and he slowly let go of me, pushing me back down into the chair.

"I’m sorry… I think I had… I had a little -…" I stopped abruptly and swallowed hard.

"A little panic attack? Yeah. And that’s nothing you have to apologise for. You hear me?" he patted my arm and I nodded a little "Here, drink something." he handed me a water bottle and I emptied it almost in one go "I talked to the nurse. As soon as Lizzie is awake they will take you to the hospital. They need to do some check ups. You don’t look to good and I think the way you’re wincing with every breath is a clear indicator that you most definitely have some broken ribs…"

"It’s nothing." I mumbled, leaning my head back against the chair, still clutching Lizzie’s hand between mine.

"You two… you are both so incredibly stubborn… that will be funny in the future." he mumbled and I looked at him "In a couple of years, you’ll know what I mean."

He sat down on the other side of the bed, pulling his phone out, calling our family, explaining them that we were both okay. We sat in silence, both looking at Lizzie, waiting for her to wake up, when she stirred a little, I sat up.

"I think she’s waking up! Do we need to call a nurse?" I gently squeezed her hands.

"I’ll go. You stay." Juergen got up and left.

"Lizzie, mon amour, can you hear me?" I carefully stroked her cheek and she exhaled loudly, fogging up the oxygen mask even more "I’m here Lizzie. It’s all good. We’re all good." I kissed her hand, waited for her to wake up. Waited for her big blue eyes to open.

"Charles…" a faint whimper and I looked at her. She looked like she was in pain and my heart clenched "Charles…" her voice full of sorrow and agony.

"I’m here, mon amour! Open your eyes. I’m here!" I scooted closer to her "Open your beautiful eyes for me."

"Charles…" Lizzie cried out loud and her eyes shot open, looking frantically around, her hand I wasn’t holding shooting up to rip the oxygen mask off her face. Her eyes slowly focused on me and I saw the tears forming, spilling over, streaming down her face "Charles?" her voice cracked when she brought her hand up to my cheek, carefully touching it, as if she was scared.

"I’m here. I’m okay! We’re okay!" I covered her hand over my cheek and felt how my body immediately relaxed under her touch.

"I thought you were dead. I thought I had lost you. After I finally got you, I already lost you…" she cried, sitting up, pulling me in, her whole body trembling "I felt like all my walls were crumbling in. I thought I lost you." she cried into the crook of my neck and I rubbed soothing circles on her back, ignoring the searing pain in my side from her tight hold.

"But you didn’t, mon amour. I’m here! We’re both here! We’re both okay!" I kissed her temple.

"I love you. So much. You can never leave me. You just can’t. I couldn’t… I couldn’t survive. I wouldn’t want to! I love you. I love you. I love you.” she whispered over and over and I heard the door opening.

"Lizzie, hey my little owl, you need to let go of Charles." Juergen cooed and rubbed her arm lightly.

"I’m never letting go." she whispered and he chuckled a little.

"Lizzie, you crush his already injured ribs even more, you need to let go." he said and Lizzie immediately pulled back, eyes wide.

"Did I hurt you?" her face fell and I cupped her cheeks.

"Never, you hear me? No matter what! I always want you to hold onto me!" I said and she took my hand in hers, kissing my knuckles.

"I’m sorry. I didn’t know." Lizzie said quietly and I shook my head.

"It’s okay!" I kissed the crown of her head as the door opened again.

"Mr. Leclerc, I have to insist on your transfer to the hospital!" the nurse said and I nodded, Lizzie looking scared.

"I’m okay, Lizzie. Just some check-ups! You rest a little and then I see you back in the hotel, okay?" I kissed her gently, her lips dry but still soft "Everything is good, okay?" she nodded slowly, kissing my cheek one last time and then I got up "Text me as soon as you’re back in the hotel." I looked at Juergen.

"I will. Andrea is waiting outside with your bag and your phone." he got up and hugged me carefully "Please don’t do anything stupid on your way to the hospital, okay?"

"I promise." I chuckled a little and with one last smile for Lizzie I left with the nurse. Andrea waiting for me next to an ambulance.

"At least it’s a red car." he chuckled as soon as he helped me inside "Are you okay?"

"I’m fine. I’m more worried about Lizzie…" I sighed leaning back in the stretcher, closing my eyes.

"Seeing her was… I think heartbreaking isn’t even enough… she was broken… and the camera guy zoomed in on her. On every damn screen you could see Lizzie breaking down. It was horrible." he said and I sat up abruptly, hissing in pain.

"He did what?" I couldn’t believe it.

"Yeah. We tried to shield her with our body’s afterwards but it was already too late, the breakdown was for the whole world to see."

A lump formed in my throat, making it hard to swallow.

"I just want this check-ups to be over with as fast as possible and go back to her." I whispered, feeling my eyes tear up.

30 minutes after Charles left a doctor came to check-up on me, giving me the all clear to leave the medical centre.

"Andrea left some clothes of Charles here for you to put on." Dad said, handing me a hoodie, sweat pants, tennis socks and a pair of beach slippers.

"Stylish." I laughed a little as the nurse pulled the catheter out of my arm, putting a big bandaid on. She then closed the curtains around my bed and dad left to get me something to drink.

"Here." he came back, handing me a bottle of water, while I was trying to put on the socks "Let me help you, you’re still a little dazed from the sedation." he pushed me back into the pillows.

"Yeah…" I mumbled, taking a large sip of water.

"The nurse will bring you something that helps against the headache you’ll maybe get from the sedation and then we can leave." Dad patted my leg and I nodded.

"Lizzie? Are you in here?" Felix’ voice from behind the curtain made me look up and Dad pulled the curtains back "Oh thank god." he carefully hugged me.

"I’m okay. Sorry for ruining the race." I whispered and he pulled away, looking at me sternly.

"You’re not apologising for that, you hear me?" he said with a firm voice and I nodded.

"How did Valtteri do?"

"P8."

"Okay…"

"In here." a man said and we watched how 2 security guards walked in, looking around, they went to the other bed where the curtain was drawn close and looked at the nurse.

"We have no other patients here tonight. It must be empty." she said and one of the security guards ripped the curtains open, revealing an empty bed. They spoke in Spanish into a radio and I looked at Dad and Felix, right as one of the guys came to my bed.

"Did you see anyone coming in or leaving that bed?" he asked and I shook my head, Dad as well "Okay. Thank you. Good night." they left.

"What was that about?" I asked and Dad shrugged his shoulders.

"Lizzie, I have to tell you something." Felix began and the tone of his voice gave me a bad feeling in my stomach.

"Okay?" I almost whispered and he sighed, running his hand down his face.

"Someone was in here… that’s why the security guards were here…" he began and I was confused.

"What do you mean? Someone was in here?" I asked and Dad held my hand.

"Someone filmed you. You and Charles. When you woke up and saw him… they filmed the whole conversation… then sent the video to various gossip and fan accounts…" Felix said and my head fogged up.

"What do you mean filmed them? What did they film?" Dad squeezed my hand.

"Juergen they all know now about Lizzie and Charles. The secret is out." Felix said apologetically and I felt the bile raise up my throat.

"Bucket." I breathed out and Dad reacted immediately, grabbing the rubbish bin and holding it under my head. I threw up. My throat burning with the bitter taste.

"Here." Dad handed me a towel and I wiped my mouth, then rinsed it out with some water.

"I want to see it." I said and Dad looked up.

"You don’t ha-…"

"I want to see it." I repeated and Felix handed me his phone. I watched the clip, a weird numbness washing over me.

"That’s what I call 4K ultra high definition." I stated and Dad and Felix snapped their heads up.

"What?"

"The quality of the video? Clearer than my eyesight." I chuckled dryly.

"The FIA and F1 are already on it. They will find out who took the video." Felix stated and I sighed.

"Won’t change the fact that it’s out there."

"Maybe not, but at least it will grant some justice."

"I don’t care about justice at all." I was tired, exhausted "Can we just leave? I want to take one of those nice pills and snuggle up in my bed."

"Yeah… I get the nurse." Dad left right as Felix phone rang and he stepped away, taking the call. He was tense and sounded angry. When he hung up he groaned.

"What’s going on?" I asked and Dad looked at me and then at Felix when he came back.

"Lizzie… umm you and I… we are- we are summoned by the FIA for an emergency meeting." he said and Dad cursed loudly.

"Of course." I laughed.

"Not gonna happen. I’ll take my daughter and bring her back to her hotel where she will rest and then tomorrow in the morning she can go to them!" Dad was furious.

"You mean later on? It’s already tomorrow!" I pointed at the clock and he groaned "It’s okay, Dad. I want this to be over. Let’s go, Felix." I got out of the bed and slipped into the slippers.

"No! It’s not okay, Lizzie!" Dad held my arm and looked at Felix "First they zoom in on her when she broke down, now here’s not enough security to protect her from prying eyes? And now an emergency meeting at half past 12? In the middle of the night?"

"Dad! You go back to the hotel. You look a little… well you don’t look so good yourself. I’m fine. I listen to whatever they have to say and then I’m on my way back to you, okay? You can check in on Charles, how he’s doing, please?" I pleaded and he sighed.

"I don’t like this. Not at all." he said.

"Me neither. Lizzie we don’t have to go. I don’t care what they will do. I want you to be okay." Felix said but I shook my head.

"It’s fine, really."

"It’s not. Not at all." he sounded mad.

"We go. It’s okay." I got up and Dad hugged me reluctantly.

"Take care of her!" he looked at Felix who only nodded.

"I will!" he held my arm when he saw me swaying "Come on. Let’s get this over with."

"Is it really necessary to do this tonight?" Felix whispered.

"We understand that this is not the best timing…" the FIA official began but Felix scoffed.

"Not the best timing? She’s been in the medical centre half an hour ago! She had to be sedated! She couldn’t breathe! She had a fucking break down! This isn’t just not the best timing! It’s the fucking worst timing ever!"

"Mr. Bayer, like I said, we understand you. But what happened today needs to be taken serious! This is an urgent matter!" the official said and Felix groaned frustrated.

"It’s okay Felix. I can handle it…" I said quietly and he looked at me, then crouched down in front of me.

"Are you sure, little one? If you’re not ready, we leave! I don’t care what they say…" he said and I smiled a little but nodded "Okay? But we make it quick!" the last part was for the FIA official and he nodded.

"Please come in." he said and I got up, Felix putting his hand around my middle to help me walk straight.

I felt the exhaustion of the day seep into my bones with every step that I made. I was still groggy from the sedation. My head was beginning to throb and I was tired. So freaking tired. But I wanted this to be talked through and then be over. Done. Felix gently pushed me down on a chair and handed me a glass of water. Just then I felt how dry my mouth was and I drank a few sips. My throat was burning. I could barely keep my eyes open, but tried my best to focus on the group in front of me. FIA president Mohammed Ben Sulayem, F1 CEO Stefano Domenicali and race director Niels Wittich. I didn’t know the woman and the other man.

"Mr. Bayer, Miss Doetterer, my name is Natalie Robyn, I am the CEO of the FIA, with me tonight is our president Mohammed Ben Sulayem, our head of PR Luke Skipper, Formula 1 CEO Stefano Domenicali and race director Niels Wittich." a middle aged woman introduced herself and then pointed at the man along her, as she introduced them "First of all, we as the FIA and Formula 1, want to apologise to you, Lizzie. Today your privacy was invaded massively. First by one of the camera operators and then later on in the medical centre, where we apparently didn’t provide enough security to ensure your safety."

"We will find out who filmed the video and the person will be held accountable for their doing." Domenicali said and I nodded, not even listen properly.

"Alright. You could’ve said that to us in a mail or something. If that’s all, I would like to take my driver now back to her hotel." Felix sounded mad.

"Actually, that’s not all." Wittich said and I looked up "Now that we know about this romantic relationship between two drivers on the grid, you understand that we need to have a closer look at all the race results."

My jaw dropped. What did he imply?

"What do you mean?" I asked, my voice hoarse, throat straining.

"Like there have been concerns in the past about the connections between RedBull and AlphaTauri, regarding working together on the track, we have to look into the past races now as well, evaluating if there was any form of cooperation between you and Charles on track." Wittich said and Felix slammed his hand on the table.

"You summoned us here, saying it was about how Lizzie’s privacy was invaded, massively, twice yesterday! And now you’re telling me this is what? A hearing? Evaluating all the races of this season? We’re done here. My driver needs rest. We’re leaving." he got up and looked at me, but I knew that leaving now would only mean that we would get penalised so I grabbed Felix arm and pulled him down.

"No. We’re staying." I said and he gritted his teeth.

"I’m going to call our team lawyer. If you want to do this, then only with our legal advisor present." Felix got up again, leaving the room.

"We have to do this in order to protect you and Charles from scrutiny of the media, stating that you might have helped each other on track." Domenicali said and I scoffed.

"Yeah. Sure." I only said, taking another sip from my water, right as Felix returned.

"He’ll be here in 10 minutes. Until then we won’t say anything." he said and leaned back in the chair, staring at the group of people in front of us with utter disdain "I called your dad and explained him everything." he looked at me and I nodded.

When the door opened a couple of minutes later Harald walked in, slightly out of breath. He smiled at me and sat down on my other side. He took his phone and a text book out and opened a voice recording app on his phone.

"I called Mattia, he expects a full transcript of what is said in here." he didn’t even spared them a glance "For our own safety and yours as well I will record this hearing. Does anyone have a problem with that?" they all mumbled their consent and Harald looked at me, smiling encouragingly, then he looked at the group in front of us and put his game face on "Charles Leclerc and Lizzie Doetterer only started dating after Miami. Bahrain, Saudi Arabia, Melbourne and Miami therefore don’t need new evaluating. Since Charles’ DNFd in Barcelona and Baku due to an engine failure, which couldn’t be anticipated beforehand and Lizzie had to retire in Zandvoort in lap 2. These 3 races can be crossed off the list as well. Remaining races Imola, Monaco, Canada, Silverstone, Austria, France… well I guess we can cross France as well off of our list. What was next? Ahh yes. Hungary, Spa, Monza, Singapore, Japan, although I’m not so sure you want us to reevaluate that one, do you now? So no Japan, but Austin and well Mexico… I guess we don’t need to talk about that either. Ten races left, correct?"

"Correct." Mrs. Robyn said and Harald nodded.

"Alright. Then let’s go." he patted my arm and I took a deep breath.

Going over ten races, with a sleep deprived, cloudy brain. Why not.

Charles POV:

I was pacing back and forth when the effect of the painkillers began to wear off and breathing got more painful again I waited for Lizzie to return. I was furious. How could they drag her into a hearing after what happened? My phone vibrated and without looking I accepted the call.

"Hello?"

"The hearing is officially over. She’s on her way back now." Mia said and I sighed in relief.

"What was the hearing exactly about?"

"They talked over the past races. Looking for a possible cooperation between you and Lizzie on track."

"What?" I almost screamed.

"Charles…" Mia began.

"Are you fucking kidding me? They think that what? Lizzie and I helped each other on track?" I was seething.

"They said it’s a precaution to protect you in case any other team would imply that…"

"I can’t believe it. Waste of time."

"Actually…"

"What?" my stomach dropped.

"They had a closer look at Imola, Monaco and Silverstone. Monaco in particular."

"Why?"

"Apparently some things didn’t fit together in the official report on what has happened."

"What does that mean?"

"The race in Monaco is officially under investigation."

"What, they think that Lizzie and I cheated?"

"There are indications…"

I heard the hotel door unlock and flinched.

"Thanks, Mia. See you later." I hung up and waited for Lizzie, watched how she walked in. Pale skin, with big, dark circles under her eyes. Head hung low. Hair disheveled. She looked up at me, the exhaustion evident on her face. Lizzie explained to me what happened in Monaco. She said she didn’t let me win. She didn’t do it. She didn’t cheat. Right?

"Did you cheat? Be honest. We promised us to always be honest. Remember?" I blurted out and she stopped dead in her tracks.

"I-I… what? I umm I’ve…" she was stammering but the look in her eyes told me everything I needed to know.

"Why? Why would you do that Lizzie? You told me you didn’t let me win! You told me what has happened! What if the FIA doesn’t believe your story anymore? They officially investigate now Monaco!" I was fuming.

"You didn’t even let me finish! I don’t know, okay? I felt that loose part at my leg, had the feeling after a while when that part was gone that I couldn’t push the throttle through? And then when I heard that Ferrari fucked up your race again? I was furious and all that adrenaline? I don’t know, okay? I don’t know if I stopped pushing the throttle on purpose or if it was really because of that carbon part! When they investigated it, Audi and the FIA, they both agreed that the part slipped under the throttle and blocked it. Why wouldn’t they believe it anymore?" she said, her voice strained and hoarse.

"Because they just dragged you into a meeting under the false pretence of it being about how someone clearly overstepped your privacy yesterday, twice! And then it turned out to be a hearing about us. Without me. You alone! I couldn’t even protect you!" I shouted, letting the anger I harboured towards the FIA out on Lizzie.

"How was I supposed to know that they would ask me about us? I didn’t do anything wrong! They listened to my team radio, checked the data, my interviews, the investigation of Audi! And they decided that what happened was that this carbon part was stuck under my throttle and I couldn’t push it through fully. End of story. Period. The FIA gave us the all clear! They can’t just revoke that because they now think I was a what? A lovesick girl who wanted to let her boyfriend win his home race? Instead of winning her first ever Formula 1 race?" she was furious, but I also saw fear in her eyes, tiredness, the exhaustion. But above all I could almost sense her growing anxiety "I didn’t want this to happen! It happened! I can’t change it now! And I can’t change that the FIA decided to have this hearing tonight! You think I wanted to go there? Sitting there, unable to breathe properly? Sitting there being judged? Sitting there explaining them every decision I made in a race since the beginning of the season? No, Charles, believe it or not, I didn’t want all of that! But I can’t change it, okay? And I’m sorry for making you this angry! But I- I don’t…" her voice gave in. She started trembling and I saw the tears in her eyes. I felt bad. I shouldn’t yell at her. It wasn’t her fault. I was just so frustrated, felt helpless that I couldn’t be by her side and protect her. As I stepped closer she let out a mournful cry and I felt even worse.

"I’m sorry, mon amour. I shouldn’t let my anger out on you! This isn’t your fault, Lizzie! It’s the FIA. I’m furious because of them! They overstepped a boundary yesterday with filming your break down and then they didn’t even protect you in the medical center, let someone get in there and film us. None of that was your fault! I know that, okay? I’m an asshole. Please, cara mia, look at me." I pleaded and gently took her hands in mine as she looked up slowly "I’m sorry! I really am! I’m just… I’m so frustrated! I laid in that stupid hospital room, while you had to sit in a hearing for over four hours, after you just broke down! And I couldn’t do anything against it! But none of that was your fault, Lizzie. I know that, okay? I’m just… god I hate myself for reacting like this! I’m so sorry! I should’ve never let my emotions get the better of me! I’m sorry, mon amour, so so sorry!" I gently pulled her into me and she sobbed quietly.

"Everyone will know it now…" Lizzie whispered after a while and I nodded slightly "I’m scared. What if they’re right and people will start talking shit about us? What if they really think that we help each other out on track? They all hate me already, I don’t want the public to hate you too."

"Hey! Look at me! I don’t give a fuck what the public thinks about me, if they hate me. That doesn’t matter to me, cara mia. You matter! You and I! I love you and now the world knows it and that’s okay. I don’t care what will be said about us, it doesn’t change anything, okay? It’s okay, we get through this together. Like always, right? You and me!" I whispered and she nodded "Hey! You have to finish it!"

"Against the world." she chuckled quietly.

"Exactly! You and me against the world. And now come on. Hot bath, something to eat and then let’s go to bed!" I said and she only nodded, when I lead her to the bathroom.

"She’s still asleep." I whispered when Juergen walked in and I closed the door quietly.

"How are you?" he asked and I shrugged my shoulders.

"Better. I’m just glad that my ribs aren’t broken, only heavily bruised, apparently. Slight whiplash, no concussion. Some minor bruises. Nothing bad."

"That’s good. I’m glad you’re okay. Or almost okay." Juergen said and turned a little, looking over at Lizzie "How is she?"

"Exhausted. Scared. Worried." I sighed.

"I can’t believe the FIA would seriously think that you would help each other on track. And I definitely can’t believe that they would discuss this matter in the middle of the night and seriously go over every single race." he was seething and I felt the same.

"She sat there alone, had to listen to that bullshit while I was napping away at the hospital." I whispered but Juergen shook his head.

"Don’t you dare blaming yourself, Charles. It’s the FIA. They made this decision. They could’ve waited until the morning to let you guys rest."

"That’s the thing. I should’ve been there too. It’s not just Lizzie in this relationship. Why didn’t they want to talk to me? They could’ve summoned me for when I was out of the hospital? But they didn’t. I got away with it? Why?" I really didn’t understand why they weren’t questioning me.

"They probably thought because I’m a girl, I would break easier under the pressure…" Lizzie’s sleepy voice made me flinch and Juergen and I turned around. She sat in bed, still pale and with big, dark circles under her eyes.

"How are you?" Juergen asked.

"Like a truck rolled over me. Twice." she shrugged her shoulders and slowly got up, before she disappeared in the bathroom.

"I’ll order some food. When she came back she was too tired to eat." I picked up the phone and called for room service.

"I talked to Felix. Because of Monaco. He said you guys shouldn’t worry. There was an official investigation and the FIA accepted it. They can’t change their mind now just because you were a couple at that time." Juergen looked at me and I sighed.

"It’s the FIA. They can do whatever they want."

"They still need a reason other than that."

"I hope you’re right." I mumbled when Lizzie walked out and plopped down next to me "I ordered some food."

"Perfect, I’m starving." she yawned and leaned back into the pillows "Have you checked social media yet?" she fiddled with a loose thread of her sweater, or rather my sweater, not looking up.

"Nope and I honestly don’t plan on it any time soon. We’re eating now. Then we get ready and leave." I said and she looked up.

"Leave where to?" she asked.

"The next race is in 2 weeks, we have now some days off and we already talked to our teams." I explained but she still looked confused "We go to Tulumn for 5 days. Lay low for a bit. Just you and me. No one will know about it."

"Is that really a good idea? Shouldn’t we put out some statements? Will the teams put out a statement? How are we handling this? Will we just like, I don’t know, walk into the paddock next week, hand in hand and it’s all good? People will talk if there’s nothing coming from us?" I could practically feel Lizzie’s nervousness and anxiety radiating from her and I grabbed her shaking hands.

"We do it however we see fit, okay? One step at a time. We eat. We pack. We leave. We can decide if we want our teams to put a statement out, or if we want to do it ourselves. Or if we just post yep we’re dating, we’re happy, that’s all you need to know. It’s all in our hands, okay?" I said and she looked at me.

"Okay." she whispered and I wiped away a stray tear from her cheek.

"It’s going to be okay, cara mia." I kissed her temple when it knocked on the door, Juergen waved me off and opened the door, letting the attendant roll in our food.

"For how many people did you order?" she chuckled a little when she looked over the food cart, I scratched my head.

"Pops, you’re eating with us, I heard, right?" I said and he laughed.

"Sure. You don’t have to ask twice, brunch with my two favourite drivers, can’t say no to that." he closed the door and sat down.

"Will you fly back home? Or fly to Brazil? You could join us?" Lizzie looked at Juergen and he shook his head.

"No, I’m flying back home, there are some things at the karting track that I need to take care of."

"Oh okay? But it’s all good, right?" she asked.

"Of course, Lizzie. It’s just about some decisions regarding colours and placement of the new furniture and stuff like that."

"Okay, but will you be in Brazil?"

"I don’t know yet, we’ll see, okay?" he looked at her and then at me.

"Don’t worry, it will be okay, Lizzie. I’ll be by your side, JK, Andrea and Joris as well! You’ll never be alone. Okay?" I said and she sighed.

"Yeah, you and Netflix… I’m just glad they decided for whatever reason to not be here this weekend! I couldn’t handle that…" she took a bite of her toast and washed it down with some orange juice "Will they now expect that they can film us together? And put it in the episodes? Like not just what they had before of us being more platonic, but us as a couple. Is that even okay for you?"

"Lizzie, it’s out there anyways, so if that means that they’ll show it? So be it." I said and she nodded slowly.

"So be it."

"If you need anything else, don’t hesitate to call the reception, my name is Carmen, and I will take care of all your wishes, enjoy your stay here at Papaya Playa!" I thanked her and then followed Lizzie, who already stood on the terrace, looking over the ocean.

"It’s so quiet here."

"It really is." I hugged her from behind, pulling her into me "We have our own private pool, only a couple metres to the ocean and 24 hours room service. We can spent the next 5 days in here without going out once." I kissed her shoulder.

"Sounds perfect." she whispered.

"It is. Now come on, that pool looks like we definitely need to jump in! And I also want to see that red bikini on you." I turned her around and picked her up, carrying her inside.

"You mean that red bikini you insisted on buying?" she laughed and I nodded.

"Yup that one. So come on pretty girl, put it on. I’ll order us some drinks." I replied.

"Okay, but no alcohol! That won’t mix well with your painkillers!" Lizzie mumbled, rummaging through her suitcase "It’s good that we have a private pool. I would never wear that one in public…" I heard her say quietly, more to herself.

I ordered some drinks and snacks before I went back to the bedroom to put on my swim shorts.

"Cara mia? Where are you?"

"In here." she whispered from the bathroom.

"Can I come in?" I gently nudged the door open a crack.

"Yeah." I heard her muffled voice.

"Hey, what’s going on?" I walked inside, feeling a rush go through my body, seeing her in the bikini "Wow. You look… wow." I was at a loss of words "Cara mia? What’s wrong?" one look in her face and I knew that something was wrong, I walked up to her, grabbing her by the waist "What’s going on?"

"I can’t wear that…" she sniffled, tears streaming down her cheeks. I looked at her confused "The bikini- it’s… Charles look at my back, the scars, they look disgusting…"

"What are you even talking about?" I cupped her cheeks, wiping away the tears "Cara mia, the scars on your back show what you’ve been through and what you’ve overcome to be here today! I love your scars, they are a part of you. The part that shows how strong you are! And also, I don’t know why you think that they are this bad? They are barely visible? And even if they were, nothing could take away from your beauty." I looked her in the eyes, trying to convince her that my words were the truth, that I meant every word I said "You are beautiful, cara mia, so freaking beautiful, you have no idea. And some barely visible scars on your back won’t change that! You hear me?"

"But… there were people who said that they look awful…" she whispered and tried to look down.

"With people you mean Camille? And her minions?" I asked and she nodded slightly.

"Not just them, also a lot of other people on the internet… there are so many fan accounts of you and Camille, or just Camille… they all said that they look gross and I should cover them…"

"And since when do we care what Camille, her minions or people on the internet say?" I gently tilted her head up again.

"I don’t know, okay? You cared for her words once…" she began and I sighed.

"This will always hang over us… won’t it?" I whispered defeated.

"No! I’m sorry! It’s not like that… it’s just, so many people out there always shipped us like we were the perfect couple, but the moment a picture with you and Camille got out, people began to say that- that she’s way more fitting for you… a beautiful socialite who knows how to behave, who’s classy, elegant and perfect for you. I’m nothing compared to her! And I guess when people began to say that you were always too good for me anyways, that you deserved someone like Camille, that I’m just not good enough for you, I started to believe it… and maybe still do it somehow." she looked down.

"But they got it all wrong, okay? It’s you who is too good for me. It’s you who deserves someone better. And it’s me who isn’t good enough for you!" I pulled her into a tight hug, stroking her back.

"I’m not too good for you." she whispered against my chest.

"You’re way too good for me, cara mia, you always were, but I know it and it’s okay, I’ll try for the rest of my life to make that up to you." I kissed her head "And just so you know, you are a way better person than Camille or I ever will be. Despite everything she said and did, you never not once spoke bad about her, the others told me, you wanted me to be happy and went through so much pain! I didn’t even realise what you were going through because you not once showed it to me!"

"I told you I would’ve done it all over again, to make you happy." she said into the crook of my neck.

"Exactly. That’s what I meant. You are a way better person than her or me." I gently pulled away, to look at her "And now give me that beautiful smile and join me at the pool. Come on."

"Didn’t you forget something?" she chuckled a little and I tilted my head, looking at her "Swim shorts?" she pointed downwards and I laughed.

"Yeah, true."

"I’ll take some photos and wait for you." she walked outside and I sighed a little. I didn’t know that Lizzie felt this insecure. I knew that the public wasn’t treating her nice and fair, not even decent at times, and that she pretended more than once that she doesn’t care although I could clearly see how much it hurt her. But I didn’t know that the comments about us were making her feel this bad, for years. I sighed and put on my swim shorts, then followed her outside, with the clear mission of showing her how much I loved her and that she was the one way too good for me, not reversed.

Right when I walked outside I saw her standing at the edge of the pool, looking over the sunset. I grabbed my phone and took a picture of her, when it knocked on the door. I opened it and found a cart with a huge fruit platter, finger food and pitchers full of cocktails and juices. Rolling it inside and filling up two glasses, I joined Lizzie by the pool.

"Cara mia." she looked up from the pool edge, her legs dangling in the water "Here. Frozen Strawberry Daiquiri."

"Good choice." she smiled, taking her glass.

I sat down next to her, grabbing her by the waist to pull her closer. We sat in silence for a while, nursing on our drinks. Listening to the sound of the waves, crashing down on the shore, birds singing away, the warm breeze on our skin.

"Coming here was a good idea." Lizzie whispered after a while, putting her glass down before she pushed herself off the ledge, water splashing around "Come on in, Leclerc." she dived to the edge of the pool, looking ever the bay, her face glimmered in the last rays of the sun.

I quickly followed her, caging her body to the pool wall, putting my chin down on her shoulder.

"Yeah, I think so too. It’s just us for a while. Even more, us outside, in the open, without worrying that anyone could see us." I kissed the side of her face and she sighed.

"Maybe it was stupid from me, to ask you doing that, keeping us a secret…" she began but I shook my head.

"I understand it. I did it back then and I do it now. I’ve seen what people wrote about you basically all your career. It was the right thing for us. We had to adjust to us as a couple first. Doing that with the whole world watching would’ve been not easy. Like this we could find ourselves, find out how we are as a couple. And to be honest? I like the result, no I love the result." I turned her head a little and kissed her.

"Me too. This. Us. It’s perfect the way it is."

The next days went by in a blur, filled with long mornings spent in bed, lazy days by the pool or beach, romantic nights in the hammock under the stars.

"What are you thinking about?" Charles whispered while we were lying on a lounger, soaking in the sun.

"We’re leaving tomorrow… then it’s back to reality." I leaned back, closing my eyes "I like it here, we’re in our own little bubble. No one knows us, no one cares for us. It’s just you and me. I’ll miss that."

"I know, me too. But it will be fine. We’re in this together, remember? We don’t care what people will say, okay?" he leaned over, looking at me.

"Okay…" I sighed a little and he leaned in closer.

"Sounds like you need a little more convincing." he kissed me, his lips salty from the ocean breeze "Now?"

"All will be good." I chuckled and he kissed my nose, getting up.

"Sounds better, but still not perfect." he pulled me up and laughed "But I have an idea…" he picked me up and ran towards the pool, jumping in.

Cold water cascaded me and when I emerged from the water I was worried.

"Charles! Your ribs! Are you crazy!"

"Crazy in love. Guilty." he pulled me into him.

"I’m serious!" I looked at him and he rolled his eyes.

"I’m fine!"

"Okay…" I whispered, carefully stroking over his bruised ribcage "‘Crazy in love’… you’re so freaking cheesy! I just can’t with you!" I mumbled and playfully hit his chest when Charles laughed.

"Tell me to stop being cheesy and I will!"

"NO! Don’t you dare!" I kissed his cheek "I love it when you’re cheesy!"

"Thought so." he chuckled.

After a while I yawned a little and we got out of the pool and Charles wrapped a towel around me.

"What do you want to eat? It’s our last day, we should have a special dinner for tonight!" he asked while gently rubbing my arms up and down.

"I don’t care, I’m not that hungry, more sleepy." I shrugged my shoulder, Charles kissed my forehead.

"Then lay down for a bit…" he nudged me towards the big sun lounge and I snuggled into the pillows.

When I woke up, Charles wasn’t around and I grabbed my phone, texting a little with family and friends to occupy myself. When I closed the message app my eyes landed on Instagram. I haven’t checked it since Sunday morning. After everything that had happened during and after the race, it was probably for the best. I sighed and put my phone down. It wouldn’t do me any good, looking at what people had to say. I stared ahead, trying to not let my curiosity get the better of me, but I failed. It was like an itch, that needed to be scratched, but the more I tried to ignore it, the worse it got. I opened Instagram and began the scrolling. Posts from official and unofficial F1 or motorsports account with comment sections flooded with questions, allegations and opinions. Charles’ profile, with a bunch of new comments under the latest posts why he kept silent. Why he didn’t say anything about what happened. Why out of all people he would choose me. I swallowed hard and clicked on my profile. I read comment after comment, I couldn’t stop. It was like I was in trance, I couldn’t stop myself from scrolling.

"Lizzie…" Charles stood behind me, saw my phone and sighed "What are you doing?" he whispered, taking away my phone "Why did you read that?"

"Tomorrow, we’ll leave this bubble… I guess I wanted to be prepared…" my voice thin.

"And? Are you prepared now? Or are you even more worried? Even terrified, from the look on your face…" he sighed and I rubbed my burning eyes.

"Your fans want to know how you are, after your crash…" I got up and walked inside.

"I don’t care. I care for you, stop please." he followed me inside, grabbing my hand "Talk to me? What’s going on in there?" he gently poked at my forehead and I had to chuckle.

"It’s exactly what I expected… how could you choose me…" I mumbled.

"Easy answer. How could I not. The real answer should be, how could you choose me!"

"Charles…"

"No Lizzie. I don’t care what a bunch of idiots write or say. I couldn’t care less. Let them comment under every post their disgusting shit. I. DON’T. CARE." he emphasised every word and cupped my cheeks "Tomorrow, we leave this bubble, yes. But that doesn’t mean that it will burst. I love you. You love me. It’s as easy as that."

"Is it though?" I blinked the tears away.

"In theory? Yes. Practice? No, probably not. But that’s okay. Because it’s you and me. Against the internet trolls. Against the world. Okay?" he smiled at me, his face enlightened by the last rays of sunshine.

"Okay." I whispered and he pulled me in.

"I love you, cara mia. Let’s enjoy our last night here, what do you say?"

"I say that red bikini will make its comeback tonight…" I kissed his cheek.

"Sounds perfect."

After a romantic dinner under the stars and a little relaxation in the hot tub we settled down, cuddled up in towels and blankets, in the hammock.

"Thank you." I whispered, kissing his chest and he looked down.

"For what?"

"That post…" I looked at him and he smiled "You didn’t have to do that."

"But I wanted to. Prepare for cheesy post after post from now on." he chuckled and I kissed him.

"Really? Then I think you deserve a little reward for that…" I got up and Charles looked at me, biting his lips when I fumbled with my bikini top, letting it drop, walking away.

Not even a second later he grabbed me by the waist, spinning me around. His eyes visibly darkened, full of lust and hunger. His lips met mine, feverishly and hastily they clashed together. Charles’ hands were gliding down my sides, my skin melted away under his touch, until they grabbed my thighs and he lifted me up, my legs wrapped around him automatically. His bulge pressed into me and I moaned, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling on his hair, he groaned into my mouth. He took the few steps up the terrace and walked us into the bedroom, where he threw me onto the bed and then crawled on top of me. Charles kissed his way up my calves, then my thighs, he looked up, our eyes met for a brief moment before he kissed my clothed core. He hooked his fingers on both sides of the waistband of my bikini bottoms and pulled them down. I lifted my hips a little and a moment later the fabric landed with a soft thud on the floor. Charles continued kissing his way further up my body, nipping at my naval, going up the valley between my breasts, nibbling my collarbone, up the column of my throat over my jaw until our mouths found their way back to each other. He gently bit my bottom lip and I gasped, opening my mouth to let his tongue in, meddling with mine. I hastily began pushing his swim shorts down and he helped me, getting rid of them. I chased his mouth again and spread my legs, grabbing his butt, pulling him in.

"My my, look who’s impatient again." Charles chuckled while pulling away. He cupped my heat with his hand and I sighed, body squirming "Oh pretty girl, you’re so needy."

"Charles, stop teasing…" I whined.

"Hmm? Why?" he pressed down on my bundle of nerves and I moaned loudly.

"Charles, please…" I pouted and he groaned, pushing into me in one swift move.

"That damn pout." he sighed, kissing me.

"Works every time."

Chapter 28 - why drama, when you can have trauma 😬😅 soooorry! But hey, the cat’s out the bag! And our two lovebirds have some fluffy days…woop woop 🙌

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[soulofapatrick]

One Shot away from Heartbreak - Joel Miller x reader

Joel’s POV

Waking up is the hardest thing I’ve had to do since the outbreak. I didn’t think I’d ever wake up again when Abby was smashing that golf club against my head, I knew it was the end when she raised it above her head with both hands but the blow never came. There had been a crash, a yell, a gunshot and the hard thud of a body landing next to mine before everything fades to black.

“Y/N,” I groan out, eyes burning from the adjustment, “Where Y/N?”

“He’s awake!” Ellie’s voice rings clear before she’s appearing in my field of vision, along with Tommy, but no Y/N.

“Where’s Y/N?” I try to sit up but they push me back down and the throbbing in my head begins, “Where is he?”

“Whoa! Calm down pal, he’s right there. He saved your life.” Tommy pats my shoulder and I follow his gaze to the bed next to mine.

My heart sinks at the sight of him. He’s asleep, his chest rising and falling comfortingly, but He’s a wreck. His face is bloodied and bruised, a bandage going from his left eye to the corner of his right lip. He’s shirtless and in a pair of his old tattered trackies and his stomach is a galaxy of bruises as well as what looks like a healing gunshot wound. His left leg is in a cast and his face scrunches up in pain every so often.

“Oh Doll,” comes out in barely a whisper as I reach for him but he’s too far away, “What happened?” I look back at Ellie and Tommy as they help me sit up.

“He shot Abby, Abby was gonna kill you and he came charging in guns blazing.” Ellie gets excited at the action as he always does, “He shot her in the head in one shot then went after anyone when tried to go near you.”

“I’ve never seen him so angry Joel, He wouldn’t let anyone near you. Even the rescue party Ellie called for.” Tommy adds, shaking his head fondly, “Whatever happens, you need to keep him.”

“He’s scary when he’s angry.” Ellie rubs the back of her neck which is something she only does when worried.

Y/N was angry. He’s never angry. He’s the calm in the whirlwind of crazy this world has become. I wish he were okay, that he didn’t have to be angry. He deserves the world and everything good in it, not the ugly or violence.

Ellie and Tommy are moving, heading to Y/N and they oh so carefully begin pushing his bed closer and closer until our frames connect and oh god I can feel him. He’s alive and he’s real and all I can do is grip his soft hand in mine as I squeeze my eyes shut not wanting to cry as I hear the pair leave us be. 

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It’s a few more hours of me drifting in and out of sleep before I hear it, my name “Joel?” It’s mumbled and followed by a hiss of pain. His eyes are fluttering open and those brilliant sunflower orbs are gazing up at me, blinking away the blurry vision from waking, “You’re here.” He whisper, dragging himself somewhat upright and he’s so close.

His breath is ghosting over my lips and his free hand is pressed against my cheek as his eyes become glassy with tears, “Oh god, you’re alive. I was so scared when I-“

I surge forwards, shushing him with the press of my lips on his and it works because he’s kissing me back and I’m pulling closer and he’s gripping my hair and scrabbling at my chest and i’m-

Someone clears their throat, pulling us apart. It’s Dina. She’s got an eyebrow raised as she forces Y/N to lay back down but doesn’t separate our beds while lightly scolding him, “You need to stay laying down until I say so Y/N. I’m not having you re-break your leg a third time now that Joel’s awake.”

Third time?! I look between Dina and Y/N as Dina begins to check over Y/N’s wounds and change the bandages. Dina doesn’t have to say how when Y/N looks away sheepishly - Y/N re broke it trying to get to my bed to check on me.

“Both of you need to get some rest,” Dina turns her stern gaze to me and I’m slinking down the bed until I’m laying down, Y/N’s hand already outstretched and searching for mine, “Sleep.”

I feel my eyes drifting shut before the door even shuts behind Dina, the familiar smell of Y/N engulfing my senses and the feel of his hand in mine knowing he’s safe. We’re safe.

[boydiisaster]

May I request a teen! Male!reader who just lost his dad x any obey me characters (platonic ofc) I recently found out my dad passed away in a very brutal way and he didn't get to know I'm trans either :(

loss

reader: teenage, male, he/him pronouns

tw/cw: death, suicide implications, cussing

author's note: i'm so sorry to hear that anon! i hope things get better for you soon, and that this story helps, even just a little bit

lucifer

There's a sudden shift in the air before you tell Lucifer the news. He sensed it as soon as you found out; a profound feeling of grief overwhelmed him. Tears began to trickle down his cheeks, and he raised a gloved hand to make sure he was truly crying. This was strange, unprompted, out of the blue. Lucifer didn't know why he was crying, why there felt like a hole was in his chest, but then he remembered. Of course, how could he forget?

His pact with you made his and your emotions almost completely connected. He was usually very good at controlling your shared emotions, though. Whenever you felt angry, he could control his urge to scream. When you were happy, he'd control the want to shake his arms and squeal. When you were nervous, he'd control his instinct to shift and fiddle with something on his person. Why couldn't he control this, too?

"My dear boy," he murmurs, wiping away some stray tears that slip down his face. The sight before Lucifer breaks his heart. You're standing in his now open doorway, your form shaking with silent sobs. Your hands are tightly wrapped around your phone, its screen still illuminated with the text from your [mom/other dad/guardian]. This didn't feel real. You couldn't believe it; you didn't want to believe it.

"I'm sorry," you cry. Your words are barely recognizable between the loud sobs that escape your throat. "I'm so sorry, Lucifer, for coming to you like this. I just, I didn't know who else to tell this to."

Lucifer places a hand on your shoulder. Your phone clatters to the ground as you rush over to hug him. You throw your arms around his waist, bury your face in his chest and scream. It's partially muffled by Lucifer's clothes, but he still catches how defeated it was; how broken and filled with anguish it sounded. All Lucifer can do is hug you back tightly, lovingly, and hope that you understand his intention: to comfort you. To say “It’ll be okay” without disrupting your grieving.

Lucifer begins to rock you side to side, as if he’s holding a baby in his arms. “My dear boy,” he repeats.

All you can do is wail in response, causing the Avatar of Pride to hug you tighter.

asmodeus

The Avatar of Lust thought himself very good at reading people. He’d know exactly what the other person wanted to hear, and he’d say it, even though he probably didn’t mean it. Asmo would spew out compliment after compliment just to get what he wanted, and he never thought it bad. He didn’t know what to say in a situation like this, though.

“MC?” Asmo gently cups your tear-stained cheeks, a remorseful expression adorning his pretty face. He tilts his head to the side, confused. “What’s wrong, my sweet boy?”

You stare up at the demon. He’s blurry. Everything in your vision is blurry. You can barely breath from how badly you were panicking. You would have passed out if it wasn’t for Asmo walking in on your breakdown.

“Asmo,” you whimper. More tears slip down your face and land on Asmo’s thighs, soaking the fabric. He’s kneeling in front of you, his knees between your own.

“Asmo, I...” You sob, closing your eyes. The demon holds your head up while the rest of you goes limp in his grasp. “My dad,” you choke out. “My dad, he....”

“Oh MC,” Asmo whispers. “I’m so sorry.”

You shake your head. “I don’t... I can’t talk. I-I just....”

“Then don’t talk,” Asmo leans back, taking you with him. He holds you close in his grasp as you rest between his thighs. You lay your forehead against the Lust Avatar’s chest and cry. You shake with sobs as Asmo just hums a small, soothing tune.

“Sweet boy,” he whispers. He doesn’t know what to say to help you. He wants to try, but he knows words won’t solve anything.

Oh god what he wouldn’t give to be able to take away all of your pain with just a few words. You were still just a kid in his eyes. A child exposed to something so awful, something even he doesn’t like to think about: mortality.

“MC,” he hums. “Deep breaths.”

You breathe in deeply, then shakily exhale. You laugh, and Asmo never knew a laugh could sound so defeated. “I’m ruining your clothes.”

“I don’t care.” Asmo holds you tighter against him. “You need someone now more than ever, I’m not going to leave just to change into something less expensive.”

You laugh again, shaking your head. A tiny smile manages to grace your lips before you’re back to crying, and Asmo goes back to rocking you side to side, humming as he does.

barbatos

There’s a small knock at the castle door as the Demon Prince’s butler finishes up around the throne room. Barbatos looks up, then outside at the moon that’s high up in the grim Devildom sky. He blinks, then slowly makes his way over to answer the door.

“Who could it be at this hour,” he thinks aloud to himself.

The doors are heavy; anyone not used to the weight would have trouble opening them, but Barbatos shows no signs of struggling. He pulls open the doors with ease and is greeted with a curious sight: you. You, clutching something close to your chest. You, with a blank, emotionless look on your face. You, with no light in your once bright eyes.

"MC?" Barbatos furrows his brow. "It's late, dear. Come inside."

You don't respond. You can't respond. Your voice dies in your throat the second you even think about talking. You nod your head, taking a small step forward. Then, you shake your head furiously. You're so exhausted. You haven't the energy to do anything after the news. It took all your strength to run up here in search of Barbatos. Your body is tired, and your mind is drained. All you want is to ask your question, but hell, you can't even move anymore.

"MC." Barbatos gently grabs your shoulders. He tilts your head upwards to look into your dim eyes and you watch as a brief look of sorrow washes over him.

"Oh MC," he whispers. "Darling boy, I'm so sorry."

You look away, but even that begins to take an immense amount of energy.

"MC, I can't.... You know I can't." Barbatos pulls you close. "When rescuing you from mortality, I broke a lot of rules. I can't do that again."

You go limp in his grasp. Your father's gift that he gave you before you came to the Devildom clatters against the stone steps of Diavolo's castle. You close your eyes as Barbatos holds you tightly in his arms.

"Then can you send me to him?" You finally speak. Your voice is barely above a whisper. "If not I might do it myself. Barbatos, I... I don't know what to do."

"Life is precious, MC." Barbatos's voice is stern, almost angry. It makes you shut your eyes tighter. "Your father wouldn't want that. He'd want to see you flourish."

You don't respond. Barbatos feels like there's a hole in the pit of his stomach. He feels as if he himself has just lost something. He supposes that he did, in a way. He lost whatever part of you that you just lost. Thinking that, he hugs you tighter. So tight that it's almost painful. He's cold, you notice, and you're so warm to him.

His dear boy. His child that he'd do anything for. He can't help but feel guilty about that. He wouldn't do anything for you, he realizes, for he won't even bring your father back, even though he knows it will help you.

"I'm sorry, MC." He repeats.

You say nothing back, but the way you nudge his chin with your head tells him everything.

"I'm so sorry."

[love-me-a-lotta-whump]

王様ゲーム ジ・アニメーション - King’s Game - Whump List - 🇯🇵

Whumpee: Kanazawa Nobuaki

Synopsis: An entire high school class of 32 people receive a message on their cellphones from a person known only as the "King." The messages contain orders that the students must obey, or they risk the punishment of death. With their lives on the line, the students soon find out that the orders are getting more and more extreme as time goes on. But one student, Nobuaki Kanazawa, is determined to put a stop to the murderous King's Game, once and for all. (Wiki)

Genre/Tags: Horror, School, Romance, Action, Thriller, Mystery, Survival

Watch On: CrunchyRoll

⚠️Caution: This anime frequently implies and sometimes shows non-con and s**cide, if these are difficult topics for you, please pass this one up or proceed with caution!⚠️

WARNING: THERE ARE SPOILERS BELOW

1.01 : scared, traumatized ::: anxious, shaking, crying, concern for him ::: upset, isolating himself ::: manhandled (grabbed by his shirt) ::: anxious ::: anxious, crying, scared, manhandled, desperate ::: scared, manhandled, panicked, crying, punched, beaten, hand stepped on, held down, scared

1.02 : (flashbacks: scared ::: crying) ::: threatened, choked, framed, hair grabbed, beaten, shaking, bloody, blurry vision, passed out

1.03 : shaking, bloody, blurry vision, passed out, friend found him laying unconscious, concern for him, held, “Who did this to you?”, protective friend ::: held, concern for him, barely conscious, struggling to speak, trying to sacrifice himself, groaning, concern for him, carried ::: carried, struggling to speak, anxious, (flashbacks: scared, traumatized, screaming, emotional, crying), comforted, crying

1.04 : bruised face, concern for him, in pain, groaning ::: bandaged face ::: (flashbacks: stressed ::: severely stressed, blurry vision, concern for him ::: crying, concern for someone ::: panicked, concerned for someone ::: mentally breaking down, panicked, crying, emotional, isolating himself, grieving)

1.05 : (flashbacks: angry, tased, fell to his knees ::: bleeding, emotional ::: knocked out with a pole, woke up restrained (rope), captive, at knife point, emotional)

1.06 : (flashbacks: restrained (rope), emotional) ::: face still bandaged ::: (flashbacks: grieving, crying)

1.07 : face sun bandaged ::: grieving

1.08 : emotional, fell to his knees ::: concerned for someone

1.09 : concerned for someone ::: concerned for someone, grieving

1.10 : emotional, grieving, concern for him ::: trying to sacrifice himself

1.11 : trying to sacrifice himself ::: kicked in the balls, fell to his knees, crying out in pain, sacrificing himself, concern for him ::: (flashbacks: loved one sacrificed herself to save him, grieving)

1.12 : exhausted, knocked out with a rock, concern for him ::: choked, concern for him, strangled, losing consciousness, saved, throat slashed with chainsaw, slowly losing consciousness, concern for him, died

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