#might be time to start looking into buying the girlies too

[toestalucia]

btw kaitlyn provided the icon update. YIPPE @shiningstages

[gremlingottoosilly]

thinking about konig asking to eat you out and you being like “lol no i’m on my period.” and he’s all “ohhhh idc idc i wanna eat it so bad 🥺” and you need to be like no. buddy. you clearly do not get it. i am not a 2-3 day period, “who needs pads i’ll just freebleed” girlie. i am a 7-8 day, heavy flow, bleed through the pad girlie, lmfao.

and then he eats it anyways because not only has he been around so much more blood than you could ever imagine but also he’s lowkey highkey into it teeeheeeeeeee ;P

"Schatzen, I kill people for money. You really think I'm scared of a little blood?" You wasn't nervous of the fact he wasn't scared of a bit of blood - even though it was not, in fact, just a little. Even though it was, in fact, a lot and made you ask him to bring you newer pads. You didn't really think he would be scared of a bit of period blood - but you were fucking terrified at the fact that he seemed to adore it. To cherish every drop, till the last one - to press his face between your thighs and look at you like a kitten who wants a bit of cream. The thing is, Konig missed you. Returning from a two month contract only meant he was ready to destroy your pelvis and fuck you for every hour he is on leave - unfortunately, he can't quite do that, you're too fragile to take his cock four times per day...but you can take his tongue. Even if that means having the metallic taste cling to his tongue for days on end, he would gladly spend the whole week buried in your cunt, relishing in your taste. It's a nice way to deal with cramps, he might think. Konig literally read one article about how orgasms can sometimes help some people with their cramps, and he'd use this for the rest of his life. Oh, your stomach is hurting and you feel like your womb is trying to eat you from the inside? Just let him eat you out! No matter how many times you push him away and beg for him to stop, he'd still laugh and push his tongue deeper, over and over. He is a mercenary, he is getting paid tons of money to cover himself in blood of his victims - having his pretty girlfriend cry and cum on his tongue is a nice addition. You don't even question it when he starts to track your periods, knowing you'd have it even when you forget - you don't question the dates he literally keeps posted on your shared calendar, don't care that the amount of heating pads in the house had largely diminished - and he won't buy you a new one because he is much better at being a heating pad anyway!

[luvh4nji]

𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 + 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

warning: just fluff, reader is shorter than jeno and jisung, sorry yall im a short girlie it's my default <//3, hyuck's is a little suggestive

mark ; he makes time for you. he's such a busy guy, but whenever he has downtime, he's immediately inviting you over to the dorms or going to your apartment so he can just be with you, whether it's just cuddling or playing video games together or going out and doing something, he always makes time to be with you, no matter what. and he always leaves some of his clothing at your place so you won't miss him too much when he's gone.

"woah," he mumbles to himself, stopping in the doorway to his room when he sees you all curled up under his blankets in his bed, your face shielded from him by his clothes, blankets, and your own hair. he has to take a moment to take you in, mind racing at the fact that you're his, before he walks over, taking of his shoes and jacket, slipping into the bed beside you and wrapping an arm around your middle, pulling you into him, whispering "i love you so much" into your hair, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck.

renjun ; he notices the little things. even when you think he doesn't, even when he acts like he doesn't - he does. he's the type to see you something you mentioned you liked out in public and buy it for you, shrugging his shoulders casually when you start gushing over him and the gist. he's the type to overhear you talking on the phone to your friends about how much you like physical touch, so he starts touching you more; holding your hand, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your middle, pulling you into his lap.

"saw this at the store, thought you might like it." he tells you nonchalantly, handing you a little bag with a box of cookies inside, smiling to himself when you get all excited, running towards him to wrap you arms around his neck and press little kisses to his jaw. "they're you're favorite, right?" he asks, resting his hands on your waist, keeping you close, squeezing your hips imperceptibly as you snuggle into his chest.

jeno ; he's protective. he just finds so much comfort in knowing that you're safe and protected and that he's the one that makes you feel safe and protected. he's the type to keep your hand firmly trapped in his whenever you go out, to make sure to walk on the outside of the sidewalk, to keep his hand on the small of your back, just in case. he likes the feeling of knowing your safe.

"hold on," he leans down to whisper in your ear, grabbing your hand and pulling you to his other side as a car passed on the street beside you. he let go of your hand, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and bringing you close to his side, squeezing the skin of your arm every now and again to reaffirm himself that you were still there, that you were safe.

donghyuck ; before you started dating, hyuck was always such a shithead, always poking fun, teasing, pushing you to your limits, just so he can laugh at you when you get all flustered and upset. and he only does it because he can't do what he really wants to, which is kiss you until you can't stand up, so when you finally get together, he just gets so direct. if he wants something from you, he's determined to get it anyway he can to make up for all the lost time.

"you sure you have to go?" he asks, body hovering over yours, propping himself up on his elbows beside your head. and he just sighs heavily when you nod, looking down at you with his big, brown eyes for a moment before leaning down a pressing little kisses to your cheeks, the corners of your mouth, your lips, pushing against yours passionate and bruising, one hand moving down to lace with yours. and he loves how dazed you look when he pulls away, chasing after his lips as he leans back, pushing onto his side so you can get up. "alright, baby, i'll see you later." and all he can do is give you a sickeningly smug look when you roll on top of him, pressing your lips back to his.

jaemin ; he's so unbelievably, greasily soft with you. he's always looking at you with a lovesick look in his eyes, a soft smile taking over his features, and when you ask him what he's looking at, he just blinks slowly and grins up at you from where he's sitting, muttering a soft, "just you, baby." and if it was anyone else, it'd be enough to make you sick, but there's something about how genuine he is.

"c'mere, honey." he mumbles, grabbing your wrist as you walk by him and pulling you down into his lap, his hands immediately finding purchase wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his chest. "look so pretty today, y'know that?" he'd ask, grinning when your face darkens in embarrassment. "pretty thing. love you." and he'd lift your hand to his lips, brushing his lips across your knuckles before he lets you get up.

chenle ; he's gentle with you. he's known for being sassy and teasing with his friends, but he's so different with you. he's so much more soft; his hands hovering over you at all times, touch unassuming but present, his words kind and gentle, always checking in on you, telling you how pretty he thinks you are, how smart you are - constantly showering you in compliments so you never have the time to feel self-conscious.

"you're so gorgeous." he tells you, looking up at you from where he was resting his head on your lap. reaching a hand up, he cups your cheek, making sure you look at him, despite your embarrassment at his blunt comments. "your little freckles, the lines around your eyes, the way your hair frames your face, it's all so gorgeous." he says, looking at you like you're something divine, his thumb brushing over the crest of your cheekbone, before he gets up, pushing you down to lay on your back on the couch, positioning himself over you, leaning down to press a searing kiss to your lips.

jisung ; he gets clingy. or, at least, clingier than usual. he's a guy that, generally, enjoys his own space. he likes having that distance between himself and others; he's not exactly sure why, it's just always been that why. but it's different with you. he feels like he can never be close enough. he likes holding your hand, wrapping an arm around your waist or shoulders, having you sit in his lap, laying on top of you when he gets home from a long schedule; he just needs to be near you at all times.

"hey, honey." he mutters, collapsing beside you on your bed, laying on his back and closing his eyes, nodding slowly when you ask if he's had a long day. "the longest." he replies, peaking at you from the corner of his eyes, before rolling over on top of you, nuzzling his face into your neck, pressing little kisses to the skin there. "i love you." he mutters into your neck, his breath hot, his voice low.

[queers-gambit]

I saw your post about taking Felix requests so I had to send one and trust me the choke hold this man now has on me is so strong too! 

I see Felix as the kinda guy who is laid back but with his girl at Saltburn because she’s shy he’d be the one who would pick out her dresses for dinner, put his hand on her throat or up her skirt whenever he wants and even just to get her attention, always pulling her on his lap even if there is an open seat next to him, and maybe he’d make her call him daddy. Do with that info what you will if you like it 🤭

oh, baby, you're onto something real. like really real.

mhm, mhm, love me a popular boy and shy girly. he dazzles and she lets him; she holds the light for him, type shit! love it. got me salivating a little - or is that foam at my mouth? hm - for Felix, it's probably both.

you've got my motor running, there's a LOT of thoughts being thunk! so let's get into it!

kinda-sorta Felix Catton headcanons:

okay, first, him picking out her outfits? FUCKING ADORABLE!

he starts out by taking her shopping, it's just them and a store attendant; he's sitting in one of those little chairs, facing the dressing room, waiting for her to show him each option. she's a shy baby, so she's quiet when showing him, but Felix is boisterous and supportive, so he gets all up-in-arms for each dress, each pantsuit, each flowing skirt and tight top. you know, asks her to do 180's, to dance around (to make sure it all fits right), and he'll even get up and twirl her once or twice when he particularly likes an outfit. he has LOTS of opinions, so the attendant brings over whatever he points at since his girly often sticks to "safe" choices and he likes seeing her branch out. the attendant thinks they're just too cute, so the attendant is happy to do whatever Felix asks; happy to help zip her up or tie her into whatever dress he picks. it's a bonding experience each time, and because he's a rich pretty boy, he buys everything. is that a kink? it should be a kink. even that dress she's not convinced looks flattering - he's borderline drooling and slapping cash onto the counter, begging her to put it on the moment they get "home". naturally he carries all the bags.

when at Saltburn, he's the one picking their dinner fits 'cause he gets off by matching together - 'cause he's a soft angel baby, too. she does his hair for him and he'll wear a button up thats the same color as her dress; and boy, oh boy, does he lay the compliments on THICK. like - any opportunity, he's showering her, gushing over her, just RAVING. she's shy and a little quiet, but when Felix fucking Catton is genuinely complimenting her as if he can't help himself, it really helps boost her confidence and settles her nerves. Felix likes to push envelopes, so naturally, he pushes them with his pretty lady, too, and it might make her unsure, but again, the confidence boost calms her and she's really excited to see what the next fit is.

Felix doesn't have a specific love language because they're ALL his love languages. so, yes, that includes physical touch. he adores his shy little lady, and again, likes pushing envelopes - so, even in public, he's laying his hand on her throat. not in a grip, but in a soft gesture to keep her close to him; as if feeling her pulse reassures him. he's possessive as fuck, but in a soft way; so the Catton's aren't phased by his actions, despite the way it makes his little lady a little insecure. she's just not HUGE on PDA, but Felix is, and he doesn't do it if she's adamant - but seeing her a little nervous (eyes darting around to make sure nobody's watching) really gets him going. and no matter where they are, if she's in a dress or skirt, you better believe his hand is on her thigh! you better believe he's pushing her buttons by trying to reach higher! you better believe it makes her all flustered but wildly turned on - and Felix revels in her reactions. her little squeaks of surprise, the way she might choke on her wine when he squeezes unsuspectingly, the way her hand slaps down over his (her skirt's material between their hands) when he gets a little too handsy. he's a menace, but his shy little love adores it.

he makes her braver. he makes her want to try new things. he makes her excited and as if her energy's renewed.

Felix recharges her, burns her out, replenishes her, exhausts her. he does it all - being a Jack of All Trades. and she keeps him humble, in-line, on his toes, and feeling like everyday's an adventure.

matter of fact, they make each other feel as if they're on a new adventure each day. awh, i love them.

moving along!

still on the PDA train, you're totally right, dear sweet Nonnie, and Felix loves her on his lap. he just loves having her close; it makes him feel all the more confident and yet, grounded and down-to-Earth. she toys with his hair at the nape of his neck, his arm's usually always tight around her waist; and because he's gangly, his arm wraps around to rest on her thigh. and guess what? it's up her skirt. they like cuddling, but Felix is way more open about it; he doesn't care what audience they have, he's just touching her. he likes whispering in her ear when she's on his lap, it makes her giggle and whisper back. there's constant compliments, discussions about what mischief to get into that evening, little jokes - mostly about Farleigh, knowing those two adorable fucks.

absolute cuties.

after dinners, when the family's socializing, he's tugging her to his lap despite the space on the couch being open. he won't do it at dinner, though, that's far too formal and his little love is dreadfully against it; but other meals? casual meals? yeah, the cheeky fuck's setting her to his lap - only releasing her when she gives him a kiss. however, some breakfasts spent on the terrace or patio, she's still a little sleepy and won't fight him too hard; resting back into his chest, letting him feed her a few cubes of fruit - much much much to Elspeth's delight.

Mama Catton's the biggest supporter of Felix and his little love. it's freaking adorable. Venetia's supporter #2 'cause she loves her brother being in-love, but Elspeth's just - over the freaking moon.

now, the daddy kink? i can see it. 1000%. he's not super in his lady's face about it, but when they're gettin' frisky, oh YEAH - baby boy's way into it. demanding she call him Daddy when he's balls deep already, he wants it panting from her lips. he wants to hear her call him Daddy like it's a dying prayer. this super extends into a breeding kink - but that's another story. dude just loves the power he feels when his shy little love begs Daddy to fuck her harder. to get rougher. to please her the way only Daddy can. and it's not that he "makes" her call him that, she's very very very much into it, too. look, IYKYK - daddy kinks aren't for everyone but FUCK, is it fun.

this also directly relates to pet names, which Felix is a BIG fan of. he's the type that only calls his shy little love by her name when he's being serious. and maaaan, for the first few weeks of their relationship, she was just too nervous to call him any pet name but when she starts small, you know, the simple "baby", or "love", or my personal favorite, "sweet boy", she sees the way he LIGHTS up and starts using pet names regularly. she'll only call him "Felix" when she's being serious, which is actually super helpful in their relationship because he's so playful, she's so shy, he doesn't always know when he's crossed a line. but the moment she's calling him "Felix" instead of "Fi" or anything else, he's shaping up. it's a subtle way he knows she's uncomfortable and he NEEDS to get serious - else risk upsetting her. which he NEVER wants to do. she's too pretty, too sweet, too soft spoken to be upset. calling him "Felix" is a telltale sign that things aren't okay, and it's just a way for him to know what's going on without actually asking, "what's wrong?" 'cause he's pretty in-tune to his own bullshit, so, he's usually pretty good about knowing what he does that pushes her a little too far.

i... i love them so much.

damn i HAVE to stop doing this to myself. i get all into these fictional men, and then, when i actually date around in real life, FUCK am i disappointed. i'd like a man written by a woman, please! God, when is it my turn!? 😂 i'd do anything at this point, good sir!

ah, but we live, we love, we learn - right?

anyways, enough of my whinging. thank you for sending this in and sending me down a rabbit hole! we all know i'm a masochist, so i love hurting myself in this way. tantalizes my wee heart.

all my love! 🖤

requesting rules and masterlist

Saltburn masterlist

[boiohboii]

Noble prize winner wife (Toto Wolff x reader)

It's no secret that Toto Wolff is married, but no one ever saw his wife, for a while people doubted he actually had a wife as very few were invited to the wedding and she doesn't attend any races, but when they finally decide to go to an event together they break the Internet

or

in which they're the IT couple; with money, beauty and brains.

N.B: WARNING: not proof read, so there might be some spelling mistakes, like 2 or 4 swear words, f word. If I missed anything please let me know.

Face claim: Song Hye-kyo

Liked by danielricciardo, carlossainz55, lewishamilton and 967,187 others.

mercedesamgf1: Boss, you are too cruel for keeping your genius of a wife away from the paddock. Please welcome Dr. YN LN, 2 time Nobel Prize winner, to our page and hopefully the paddock soon (boss please let us invite her).

username: Holy fuck, she's serving 2 different looks

username: Mrs. LN , I am nothing but a speck of dust on your heels

username: SHE IS SO UUGGGHHH

username: she looks so dreamy

username: CAN TOTO WOLFF FIGHT

username: oh girlie, you gonna have your ass handed to you

username: you better hide

username: oh man, you prepared for a KO? cause Toto ain't letting no body touch her

username: at first I was all like, why won't he show his wife, but after seeing her and reading about her in the Nobel Prize Winners book, it's understandable

username: not me calculating my chances of winning against Toto Wolff

username: you know damn well you losing

username: I'd start begging before the fight even begins

Liked by Lewishamilton, Pierregasly, Charles_Leclerc and 890,517 others

mercedesamgf1: congratulations to our Mr & Mrs Boss on 15 years of marriage 🖤🖤 wishing for a baby boss soon

username: I am loving all the Wolff family content we are getting

username: they have 15 years to make up for

username: tbh I don't care about Toto, I just want to see YN

username: Toto didn't let people know that YN is his wife cause he knew she'd be stealing his fans

username: everyone switching to the YN LN lane

Liked by Lewishamilton, Charles_Leclerc, carlossainz55 and 917,621 others

Mercedesamgf1: The Mercedes team would like to congratulate Dr. YN LN on her hard work throughout the years and her leadership in such an important medical field. Her research has been helpful to many doctors and her website is extremely useful to our future doctors. Thank you Dr. LN for your work and dedication.

username: I love how this turned into her fan page

username: I would like to be adopted by the wolff family

username: the sunglasses are such a look

username: with every photo of her i get more and more obsessed

username: I love my mother

username: ever since they decided to go public about each other I have been feeling more and more single

username: her going to a race, toto going with her to receive her award can you all stop making us feel lonely as hell

username: wishing for her to join toto to the FIA awards ceremony

username: she will serve

username: will eat everyone up with her style and leave no crumbs

username: I am buying some crystals

username: no one will give a f about the drivers if she goes

username: bet toto took the third picture

username: for research purposes, I would like to know where the second picture was taken

Liked by Mickschumacher, formula1, maxverstappen and 918,369 others

mercedesamgf1: we would like to thank Dr. YN LN for joining us this evening, it had been a pleasure to have you with the Mercedes team. The Mercedes admin would like to ask our boss's Boss if you can please convince Mr. Wolff to give us a vacation a few days till he can find his way back from your eyes (can't blame him, I want to get lost in there too)

username: NOT THE ADMIN OUTING WHO'S THE BOSS IN THEIR MARRIAGE

username: BOSS'S BOSS!

username: well, now we know who ears the pants in this marriage

username: THE GLASSES MADE A COMBACK

username: THEY HAVE A DOG!!

username: I would not be surprised if the next photo is of them with a 14 year old kid

username: milf yn and dilf toto

username: don't mess with me rn

username: listen, I thought black is her color, but that pink dress is doing something to me

username: her doing her hair up is so sexy of her

username: fuck the kardashians, she is the only one I want to keep up with

username: you can't just make me die with a photo then to resurrect me with a cute one only to have my heartbeat crazy with the third

username: what cute one? The dog is doing nothing to distract us from her look

username: all I see is mommy

Liked by Lewishamilton, Pierregasly, Georgerussel and 826,179 others

mercedesamgf1: The boss is a bit busy, no better time for some team bonding.... the admin is so happy, thank you universe for giving Mr. Wolff some work

Lewishamilton: where are you guys? I want to join

mercedesamgf1: @.lewishamilton get in line, we have 5 other drivers on the waiting list

danielricciardo: @.mercedesamgf1 does that mean you will send me the location now?

mercedesamgf1: @.danielricciardo you are the third buddy, you have 1 British boy and 1 Spanish man in front of you

Charles_leclerc: @.mercedesamgf1 I thought I was before Carlos!

Carlossainz55: @.Charles_leclerc I told you I'm meeting her first

Georgerussell: @.mercedesamgf1 is that why everyone is coming to out paddock?

Danielricciardo: @.mercedesamgf1 wait, I was forth, who was first on the list

Mickschumacher: @.Danielricciardo hey man ✌🏼

Landonorris: tell Mrs. LN to check her phone please, I am standing in the cafe and her order isn't available

Mercedesamgf1: it's fine, you can just come to the location I sent you -Boss's boss.

Pierregasly: YOU HAVE HER NUMBER!

Maxversteppen: this is so unfair

Landonorris: go cry about it somewhere else

Mercedesamgf1: @.danielricciardo one British boy had been removed from the list

username: not everyone and their mothers wanting to meet YN

username: they are all down so bad and I understand

username: I would not be surprised if every single driver shows up next week with a swollen face

username: toto really had a point in keeping his wife hidden from these HOOLIGANS!

username: lando having her number is the most unexpected thing

username: how do you think Lewis and George are feeling?

username: they are crying in the club rn

username: not Mick being the first one on the waiting list

username: he's like a duckling following its mother whenever she comes to the paddock

username: the fact that she went twice and in both times Mick was seen just following her around

username: toto having to literally grab Mick by the back of his neck to be able to have a moment with his wife was the best thing to happen in 2023

mercedesamgf1: unfortunately all drivers that aren't with our team are banned from the paddock, Boss's order

username: toto really fighting for his wife's attention

[lewisvinga]

my american boy! | logan sargeant x fem! reader

summary; despite living in a country halfway across the world and rarely seeing logan, y/n will always love her american boy

fc; ningning

warnings; 1 kinda suggestive comment

notes; requested!

masterlist !

liked by logansargeant, lilymhe, and 840,023 others!

yourusername: when you’re out n about & american boy sends u $$$ to buy flowers 🥹🥹

username: ‘american boy’ IMSICH I LOVE THEM

username: i need an american boy too

logansargeant: anything for my girl from the other side of the world ❤️‍🩹

yourusername: getting on my knees for u fr🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

logansargeant: ft??😁

yourusername: ON IT

lilymhe: BARLBARK BARK (louder than logan)

yourusername: BARKBARKBARK (louder than alex)

username: the way he’s in hungary but still manages to buy her flowers 🥹🥹

username: how’d they even meet?

username: she used to be neighbors w him when she lived in miami for a few years! they started dating right before she moved away to her parents’ country!

yourusername uploaded to their story!

[caption 1; when bae lets u rant for an hour about the annoying mcdonald’s worker] [caption 2; goodnight 🩵 ]

liked by yourusername, alex_albon, and 1,034,837 others!

logansargeant: american boy got hacked from the other side of the world XXD

alex_albon: oh dear

yourusername: i can steal ur gf dont test me albono !!

lilymhe: she’s right she can

alex_albon: logan wouldn’t appreciate that

logansargeant: he’s right i wouldn’t

alex_albon: normal typing! it’s actually logan!

logansargeant: maybe i’m still y/n

alex_albon: no :p :D :3 , i know that’s you logan!

username: SHES SO CUTE

username: i love them your honor

yourusername: woah who is that cutie?? is she single 🤩

logansargeant: no she’s happily taken by her favorite american boy😁

yourusername: i bet her american boy is very very cute 😵‍💫😵‍💫

oscarpiastri: awh you made him blush!

logansargeant: don’t believe him

username: he trusts her enough w his instagram pw???? IM GOING XRAZY

username: logan is the biggest green flag

username: ‘XXD’ how can u hate her?????

liked by logansargeant, lilymhe, and 893,827 others !

yourusername: weekends in summer ^o^

tagged; lilymhe, logansargeant

lilymhe: i love my boyfriends boyfriends girlfriend 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

yourusername: and i love my boyfriends boyfriends girlfriend !

username: her relationship w lily >>>

username: gorgeous gorgeous girls !

username: williams wags>>>

logansargeant: the prettiest girl to ever exist, thank you for always supporting me❤️❤️‍🩹

yourusername: ur #1 cheerleader from wherever! :p

logansargeant: also, how did you get the last picture? i’ve never???? seen it?????

yourusername: i might have a source that is around u all the time to send me pics of u (alex)

alex_albon: snitch!

username: those cupcakes look so good omgg

username: the way they make long distance relationships work gives me hopes for mine 🥹

username: yall think they’re gonna hang out during summer break??

username: i really hope so:/ it’s been months since they’ve seen each other :/

yourusername uploaded to their story!

[caption 2; serious girlies before going on girls trip:p ( + stinky alex )]

alex_albon replied to your story!

alex_albon

that’s a lot of shit talking for someone who just bought u an iced oat milk latte

yourusername

thx lily’s bf

logan used to buy me lattes 💔

alex_albon

what a surprise you’ll have *deleted*

yeah yeah you’re welcome for that croissant too🙄

lilymhe uploaded to their story!

[caption 1: before boarding the plane;] [caption 2; 5 mins after boarding the plane ( the plane hasn’t even left ) ;]

logansargeant replied to your story!

logansargeant

and she doesn’t have a single clue?

lilymhe

do u know ur gf

she’s as clueless as a ladybug

logansargeant

yeah true , but i love my clueless ladybug

lilymhe

she’s been talking about u a lot more than usual

she’s upset that you had ‘plans in miami’ during the week of your 3 year anniversary

she keeps talking about u logan HSLP ME

logansargeant

i get to cancun tomorrow early morning

keep her stable with iced oat milk lattes and croissants till then

lilymhe

alex and i are already one step ahead of you🫡🫡

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logansargeant: surprise! happy 3 years, my pretty girl. i love you 💗

tagged; yourusername

yourusername: WAHHH

alex_albon: that’s how u sounded when he surprised you

yourusername: IT HAD BEEN 9 MONTHS OH HOW I’VE MISSED YOU D:

logansargeant: FACETIMING FOR HOURS WASN’T ENOUGH!!

yourusername: happy 3 years 💓💓 i love you sooooo much , my american boy, i’m gonna kiss u rn

logansargeant: omw to the room 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️

username: PARENTS REUNITED

username: mother and father are together again for their anniversary 😭😭😭❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

username: a relationship like them pls

username: he surprised her in cancun??🥹

lilymhe: cute n all but can i have my gf back ?😕

logansargeant: no. i haven’t seen her in months. you saw her last week. 🤬

alex_albon: lily???🧐

yourusername: tee hee :P

alex_albon: thank you so much alex for making sure y/n didn’t get lost in the airport, plane, or the hotel !

alex_albon: you’re welcome, logan! so nice to be appreciated !

logansargeant: thanks i guess 🙄

alex_albon: … i’ll take it!

username: LILY AND ALEX WERE WITH THEM?

username: awh a williams vacay!

oscarpiastri: surprised logan didn’t spoil the surprise sooner, he would’ve told the whole paddock if i didn’t stop him😭

logansargeant: hey! i tried!

yourusername: leave my american boy alone !!😞

[adventuringblind]

Entitled To You (3.6K words)

Norstaptri x Reader

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: An incident with Lance sends the boys into a frenzy. She just wants to do what she loves.

Warnings: Explicit depictions of r@pe, injury descriptions, panic attacks, Oscar plots a murder, Lando throws hands, Car crashes, Author doesn't know legal stuff, Head trauma and blood.

Notes: This one is a request from @Lily234566 I know this wasn't the original pairing but I was struggling to fit the Ferrari boys in there so I had to scale it back... I'm sorry and I hope you still like it! T_T

Side Note: Sorry to the Lance girlies reading this. AND obligatory message of I don't know these people and this is purely FICTION! HEAD THE TAGS! DONT LIKE THEN DONT READ!

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“Max!” She peeks her head into his driver's room. The bright beaming smile she receives in return after their 1-2 nearly kills her. “They want me for a media thing, apparently.” HIs smile drops into a pout. The sad puppy eyes might convince her to stay. 

“Again? Don’t they know we have plans!

“No, and why would they care anyway?” She looks him up and down and whines because he’s standing in front of her with no shirt on. “Just - I’ll meet you guys back at the room. It’s something to do with being a female in F1… again.”

“I’m starting to think they have nothing else to talk about.” 

She shrugs as she walks out of the hospitality, waving to Christian on her way by. The goal is to get past the Mclaren garage without seeing Lando because otherwise she is not going to the interview. His pout is worse (better?) than Max’s. 

To her pleasant surprise, Laura is the one conducting the interview. “I’m sorry about this being last minute! They said they wanted you to do it with someone else next week and I offered to do it now.” 

The interview passes with ease and thankfully doesn’t take long at all. The banter in-between is also entertaining. 

She’s exhausted when they finish. Ready to go back to the hotel and fall into bed with her boys. Hopefully They’ve ordered food - and dessert. 

The paddock is nearly empty as she makes her way through. Maybe, had she been paying more attention and not focussed on her aching body, she would’ve caught on to the footsteps behind her. 

They are heavy, she assumes possibly a mechanic still packing up to continue on their way to the next circuit. That’s what she still thinks when the hand on her bicep yanks her around the corner. 

If she weren’t as exhausted, then fighting would’ve been a possibility. However, that seems out of the cards as he pins her against the nearest wall. Her forehead hitting the surface hard enough to make her dizzy. 

“Not so confident now, huh?” 

The fuck- “Lance? What are you?-” He slams her head again and cages her body against his own. She flails, only to be slammed again. “Would you stop doing that please?” 

“Not after that stupid stunt you pulled today on track.”

“You mean the one where you showed you don’t know what brakes are?-” Again, her head is sent into the hard surface. She can feel her nose starting to bleed. “Must you?!” She decided to shut up when he does it again and everything starts to go fuzzy. 

His fingers dip beneath the waistband of her fireproofs. The cold evening air hits her bare skin and she panics more than before. Her head is too cloudy to fully comprehend what’s happening. 

“I feel like I'm entitled to a bit of compensation after that stunt.” 

“You’re entitled to nothing. You took yourself out!” She hisses through gritted teeth. Still, Lance continues to get her clothes lower. And slams her head again harder - you know - because she wasn’t disoriented enough already.

“Would you shut up?” She doesn’t say anything this time. Her mouth feels numb and her ears are ringing. Her exposed lower half is met with the bare hands of someone she doesn't want touching her. 

It's - well - it hurts. He's groping at her thighs, ass, even her tits which she isn't sure how he's managing. His hands are everywhere they shouldn't be. 

And then nothing. 

A vague awareness of what's happening seeps through her veins and invades her senses. She tries to scream. Attempts despite the sheer pain of the snap of hips she didn't ask for. 

His finger beat her to it. A hand encloses around her throat and cuts off her oxygen. The black spots dance around her vision. She wants them to stop moving; they are making her dizzy. Or was she already dizzy? 

“See, it's not so bad. Don't you feel less guilty for ruining my race now?” No, she doesn't. She wasn't guilty before. 

She blacks out. 

~~~♡~~~

Waking up with sore limbs and a killer headache is not how she pictured this night going. She tries to yell for help, but a mere creaky rasp escapes. 

When did she lose her voice? The thought makes her panic more. The sob she lets out hurts more than there is sound. 

Her face and hair is sticky. At least Lance had done her the courtesy of not finishing inside of her. 

Still - what the fuck even happened? The fragmented memory is trying to come back to her slowly. Each small piece remembered is another broken cry. 

She can't move. 

It's dark again. 

~~~♡~~~

The anxiety between the three boys is certainly not something they are used to. Oscar can pinpoint the exact moment Lando started overthinking and Max had to bear hug him so he didn't pace a hole into the cement of the parking lot. 

The fourth seat in their car remains empty and their messages have gone unanswered. It's getting more concerning with each passing minute. 

“Max, she always responds.” 

“I know Lando.” 

“She always calls if she's going to be longer.” 

“Lando?”

“Yes?”

“Would you feel better if we went and looked around for her?” 

The Brit nods his head in a fashion that might give him whiplash. It's better seeing him feel helpful then sit helplessly. Though Oscar can't help but agree with Max's original point. that they should wait there at the car just in case since that's where they were supposed to meet. 

Granted, it's only been twenty minutes. It's still long enough to be murdered. 

They Methodically peer around corners and wave at the mechanics who give them skeptical looks. They were supposed to be out for post race celebrations by now. 

Oscar freezes when he sees it. The human shaped lump lying on the ground. He rushes over with long strides. The closer he gets, the more familiar the person on the ground becomes. 

“Max! Lando! I found her!” The other two boys come sprinting in his direction. He's on the ground trying to clear her hair from her face only for it to get stuck in the sticky substance coating her features. 

“What the fuck?” 

Her fireproofs are still on, but it's obvious what happened. The handprints on her neck, the blood trickling down the sides of her face. “We need to bring her to a hospital.” 

Max hoists her up in his arms. Mainly because Lando is on the brink of tears and struggling to breathe through his panic. He loves deeply and with his heart on his sleeve. Oscar just hopes he can keep the Brit calm until they find more help. 

“Can we at least clean her up?” Lando pleads with him. Big Hazel eyes brimming with tears. 

It's always a struggle to tell him no. “We can't, not if it can help us figure out who did it.” The tears start right after that. 

“So that’s what happened then? Someone really-” Oscar has to maneuver the puddle of tears that is his boyfriend into the passenger seat of their rental car. Max tosses him the keys, opting to be with her in the back and keep her comfortable. 

The tricky drive to emergency is more because Oscar is too far in his own thoughts to pay attention to the traffic lights. He can hear Max moving her around, attempting to put pressure where blood still flows freely. 

Oscar doesn’t bother with parking. He pulls off into some empty area and helps Max shoulder her weight inside the doors while Lando runs ahead to find help. 

It’s fast after that. They take her away and start patching her up while the three of them are forced to sit in the waiting room. Oscar and Lando are left to their own devices while Max paces about on the phone with Christian. 

He feels like a knife is being driven through his chest each time his mind tries to come up with what could’ve happened. Who would do something like this? Unfortunately, a lot of people. The question is more of who could’ve done it and gotten away. Someone with access to the paddock this late. Security, perhaps? Maybe even a sleazy mechanic? A driver wouldn’t make any sense… right?

“When will they let us see her?”

“When she wakes up, most likely.”

He’s not sure when he falls asleep. The exhaustion finally hit him like a truck despite his persistence. He’s awoken by Max’s constant shaking and aggressive whispering of his name. 

“-She’s asking for us.” 

He’s up faster than Lando when Jon threatens an ice bath. They follow the nurse down the halls with an uneasy anticipation. They creep inside the sterile room and find her staring at the wall. 

Lando doesn’t hesitate to move further into the room. Always having been more in touch with his emotions then the other two boys. “Hey love, can I come closer?” 

She looks at him. The bandages plastered over the sides of her head and around her face now visible to them. She returns Lando’s gaze with glassy eyes. It’s damn near shocking when she tries to pull things off her body in a desperate attempt to reach for Lando. 

Lando gets to her before she can get everything off, specifically the IV, and catch her arms. Oscar and Max finally pull themselves together and manage to get her to lay back down with some coaxing. 

She’s shaking violently. Her grip on Lando’s arm is sure to leave bruises. “Who - who f-found me?”  

“We did, schat. We got worried when you didn’t respond.” Max drags the two chairs in the room closer and pulls Oscar down into one.  Lando, against all odds, manages to wriggle his way into bed with her. 

“I know who it was. I - well - does anyone else know?” 

“Just Christian and us.” Oscar can feel the fight Max is putting up to not ask her more questions. The way he’s grounding himself with a hand on Oscars knee instead. 

“You don’t have to tell us.” He attempts to reassure. Maybe calm her mind by giving her an option. “Just know we’re here, alright?” 

“I don’t want it to be a big story. It’s already going to be since I can’t be in the car for the next four weeks. Oh fuck - everyone is gonna know-” Lando hushes her; gets her to somehow hold him tighter.

“Christian said it’s up to you, whatever happens.” Max nods at her encouragingly. “We go at your pace.” 

“They did a rape kit. They’ll know who it is. It was all over so it couldn’t have been hard to get DNA - oh fuck” 

Her heart rate picks up. The nurses rush in. They send her back to sleep. 

~~~♡~~~

Max wants to know who it was who touched her. The rage simmering underneath her skin is almost too much to keep contained. 

On the more fortunate side, they were allowed to stay since she wouldn’t let go of Lando. Then when he did have to get up, they rotated. 

The doctors and nurses learned to approach her like she’s a scared animal. The heavy footsteps seem to set her off and there is now a sticky note on the door saying to tiptoe when entering. It’s endearing to see her doctors and nurses trying so hard not to startle her. But seeing as they’ve now had several incidents where she’s panicked, they are taking more caution. 

Oscar and Lando have meandered away in search of food. Max opted to stay put and made the promise to bring him back cheat foods. He’s too stressed to not eat something of comfort. 

Her physio is supposed to come by today with the stuff she left at the track and get an update from the doctors themselves instead of Max’s botched attempts at repeating back. It will also be nice to see her comfortable, as the one blanket that travels with her everywhere will also be dropped off. 

“Max?” He tightens his hold to show he’s listening. “It’s not fair… You, Lando, and Oscar make a mistake on track and nobody does that to you. I - It wasn’t my fault.” 

The thing is, Max is smarter than people give him credit for. The only incident on track was with Lance. An incident that was his own fault. “He’s at fault, not you. None of this is your fault.”

“They are going to say I was asking for it or something.” 

“In those fireproofs? The only ones asking for it are me and Oscar… for obvious reasons.” He chuckles proudly at his little self compliment. 

It also manages to get her to crack something of a half smile. “Are you complimenting your own ass?” 

“And what if I am?” 

She doesn’t eat anything despite it being sat in front of her. Soft foods are the only thing she’ll be eating. Her throat, albeit not as bad as it could've been (thank you F1), is still damaged and needs to rest as much as possible. 

They had to keep her for observation due to where the head wounds had been. It’s been a rough thirty-six hours, but they are managing.

Despite the hectic situation, Max has come to learn that the female lying in the hospital bed is a better person then the rest of them. Oscar was detailing a full proof murder plan while she was telling him not to make it a bigger deal then it is. To which Oscar politely put his ten step plan with four contingencies down and told her that it’s ‘what he had coming to him’. 

Max has not had to stop someone from assassinating a rival before, but Oscar seems like a reasonable guy. “Death is too good for him.” 

“Mm, you’re right, I’ll just make sure he doesn’t die then and can’t see my face.” 

“Or, we make his life a series of inconveniences! I feel like daddy’s money could get him good therapy. It can’t solve every minor problem.” Lando has a gleam in his eyes. 

Him and Oscar start pouring over ideas once more. The girl simply shakes her head and goes back to eyeing her pudding like it’s assaulted her. “I don’t want to leave here, Max.”

“Why not? I’d assume you want to go home? Sleep in a comfortable bed?”

“Out there, they can get to us. Here is safe.” 

He considers how to reassure her. Only, there is nothing he can think of. The truth is that outside of this hospital room, there is no guarantee they won’t run into trouble. 

“I can’t promise that we'll never have something bad happen again. But-” He looks to the McLaren duo brainstorming ways to make the Aston Martin garage regret existing. “We’ll be there for each other. We’re here for you. When you want us and when you need us, yes?” 

“Pinky swear?” She extends her pink to him. 

Max accepts and curls his pinks around hers. “Pinky swear.” 

~~~♡~~~

It’s not fair really, that they had to leave to go do things. Lando would prefer he at least stayed with her so she isn’t alone. Alas, they are preparing for her discharge and he had to run around getting things together for their trip back to Monaco.

He comes back to a partially opened door and smiles at the other two boys being able to get back before him. Then again, as he gets closer he can hear the angry tone. One that Max uses when he’s pissed off about something. 

Lando panics and rushes inside. Only to be met with the sight of the last person he wants around right now. 

Now - he wouldn’t say he’s prone to violence. Lando prefers to keep the peace when it comes to conflict unless he’s trying to piss someone off on purpose to get a reaction. This is not one of those times. 

Lando’s knuckles collide with the Canadian’s jaw faster than he can fully become aware of what he’s doing. Lance stumbles backward and holds his jaw, glaring at Lando like he’s the one in the wrong here. 

“Get out!” 

“We were just talking-” 

“I said. Get. Out.” He’s seething. The thudding in his chest becoming louder with each second Lance remains in this room. 

He’s not prone to violence. 

Really, he’s not. 

Yet the second crack of knuckles into Lance's chin gives him some sick satisfaction. Isn’t there something about equilibrium? Can he pin this on restoring the balance or something? Regardless, he isn’t going to dent the fact that it feels good. 

The nurses come running and start asking questions. Max and Oscar have to drag Lando away kicking and screaming. 

Worse is when they try to tell him that there are pictures out on social media. Christian has been calling Max non-stop. Oscar has been dealing with Zak. Their relationship isn’t a secret and neither is their current location.  

“They're sending us a different car to see if we can’t get out discreetly.” 

“What happened with Lance, Lan? Are you alright?”

Everyone is panting. Their eyes trained on the door. “I punched him. I restored the equal-brey-um… thing.” 

“Equilibrium.” 

“Yeah that!” 

He’s not sure how they get on the plane. He’s still amped up about the whole punching thing and running purely off adrenaline. 

They’ve been sitting in silence, mulling over their options. Creating statements they can put out. It’s hectic and they keep trashing them because nothing fits. 

The female has been apathetic. The last thing she wanted was for this to get out and now it has. Seemingly everything is flashing before her eyes. Her career will be gone soon enough, so what’s even the point? 

“Don’t post anything. We don’t have an obligation to confirm or deny the rumors. If anything, we can say that you were just driving me to the hospital and being good friends or whatever.” She won’t look at them. Still - Lando can hear how upset she is, the waiver in her voice. “I’m going to be kicked out anyway.” 

“Christian said-”

“Damn what Christian said! He knows this isn’t going to get any better and if I say who it was then Daddy’s Money is just going to pay his way through.” She's hyperventilating now. Her body collapses against her seat and Oscar makes an effort to get her to lean against him. “It’s not fair!”

lando Can’t help but share her feelings.

~~~♡~~~

She stays holed up in the Redbull garage the next weekend. The appearance is hard, people want to ask her questions. Her boys had been caught in the middle of the riptide and haven’t come back to shore yet. 

At least she’s here. She’s trying her hardest to look stronger than she is. On the inside things are falling apart. 

The team knows to give her space and not ask about the ordeal. She takes refuge in Max’s room when things are too much and the other drivers keep their distance. 

They know it was one of them. She’d been adamant on not saying who it was, but it’s obvious there are sixteen who it could have been, given her partners insistence that none of them go near her garage for the time being.  

She just wants this whole thing to blow over. She wants to lay in bed with her lovers and not flinch when they go to touch her. 

She knows, however, that until she deals with things that healing can’t happen like it should. Or at least, that’s what her therapist says. The one she is now required to see. 

Things get worse when she’s back in the car. Her media duties are limited so she can focus on driving and ‘listening to her body’ as her physio likes to say. 

She can’t hear her body over the sound of her mind going staticy as Lance closes in on her. The catalyst for everything. She panics and ends up in the wall. Not the worst crash ever, but certainly hurts her pride more than it has already.

The thing is, it keeps happening. Even as she’s able to let her boys back in. As her podium finishes start to come back. Her fireproofs (which they’d gotten her all new ones) start to feel comfortable again and she doesn’t feel the need to be out of them the second the race is done. Still, Lance is using this to his advantage. 

Finally, after he almost killed her on track (again), she’s had enough.

The trial goes better than she thought it would. Despite the money differences, Lance won’t be able to race anymore. It’s not some grand spectacle either, just an announcement like usual. It’s more the closure she needed versus the publicized drama it could have been. 

She wins the next race. 

“If I ever see him again, it will be too soon.” 

“It’s been over a year now, Lan. I’m getting better.” There is a genuine smile on her face. The car awaits to take them back to the hotel. It was here that it happened. She almost considered not racing because of it.

“Lando got a taste of blood and now he’s feinding for it.” Max has a comforting hand around her waist. A grounding presence. 

“I mean, I never threw away my murder plot…” 

“You’re a genius Oscar!”

She shakes her head. It’s not like any of this has been easy. It never is. Still - her boys are here and they’ve been so patient. 

“There’s her smile.” They all beam at her. 

She smiles back.

[malusokay]

How to be like Song Ji-a

Hey babes! I’m so excited to start my little “it-girls series”, of course, starting with no other than my favourite girly, Song Ji-a. She has it all: beauty, style, and confidence. In this post, I’ll show you how to embody her energy, break down the key elements of her style, summarise some of her best advice, and give you all the details on how to be a bit more like her. <3

Ji-a’s energy:

Confidence is key: Ji-a exudes confidence no matter what she’s wearing or doing. Take some inspo from her and start by showing yourself some extra self-love to build your confidence! :)

Be true to yourself: Ji-a never tries to fit into someone else’s mould, and neither should you! Embrace your unique style and show off your personality through your beauty and fashion choices.

Take care of your body: Ji-a is all about that healthy lifestyle, so hit the gym, try a new workout, and fuel your body with nutritious food to boost your energy and confidence. You can also motivate yourself by buying cute matching workout sets!! <3

Stay on-trend: Ji-a’s always ahead of the fashion curve, and we’re here for it. Keep an eye out for the latest fashion and beauty trends, and don’t be afraid to experiment with different looks to find your signature style. <3

Ji-a’s style:

Simple but chic outfits: Ji-a rocks effortless, minimalist looks with a twist. Get inspired by her style and try adding a pop of your interests to your outfit with bold accessories or unique cuts.

Flawless makeup: Ji-a’s makeup is seriously on point, and yours can be too! Play around with colours, shimmery glitter, and dramatic lips to add some extra charm to your look! :)

Skincare is key: Ji-a swears by her skincare routine to achieve that radiant complexion. So, start taking care of your skin and try out some new hydrating products to get that glow.

Cute Hairstyles: Try out some playful and cute hairstyles or accessorise with some fun hair clips. Don’t forget about your hair care!!

Details, details, details: Ji-a pays attention to every little detail, from her nails to her jewellery. Add some extra touches to your outfit with statement jewellery or cute nail art!! <3

Elevate your lifestyle:

Self-care is everything: Ji-a emphasises the importance of self-care, so take some time for yourself to unwind and recharge with some yoga, journaling, or a good book!

Stay positive: Positive vibes only! Surround yourself with people who uplift you, practice positive self-talk, and write down daily affirmations to keep that positive mindset. :)

Follow your passions: Ji-a is all about chasing her dreams, and you should be too! Pursue your hobbies or dream career, and don’t be afraid to take risks.

Be confident: Ji-a is all about owning your unique qualities and quirks, so let your true self shine and don’t be afraid to stand out from the crowd.

Be kind: Ji-a is known for her kind and generous personality, so spread some love and kindness wherever you go.

How to channel your inner Ji-a:

Embrace minimalism: Ji-a’s style is all about simplicity, so try decluttering your space and simplifying your wardrobe to achieve that clean, chic look.

Not everyone will like you, and that's okay: Even Ji-a has had to deal with haters and jealous people in the past (the whole fake designer thing lol...), yet she stays confident and continuously does her thing! You can do that too!! <3

Try out some K-beauty: Being Korean, many of her favourite beauty brands and products are from Korean brands. Experiment with some K-Beauty products to get that glowing complexion! :)

Be yourself: Above all, Ji-a is known for being authentic; whether she’s on camera or in public, she seems to radiate a sense of self-assurance, which spreads confidence and inspiration to others! Stop worrying about what others might think, you're beautiful <3

As always, please feel free to share your own suggestions in the comments and let me know who you want me to write about next! <3

✩‧₊*:・love ya ･:*₊‧✩

[yuis-art]

🏋🏼‍♀️ Gym Trainer: Abby Anderson x Fem!Plus size Reader🏋🏼‍♀️

{Hi! This is my first time writing! So hopefully u guys like it!!}

⭐️ This is a slow burn so sit back and relax, but there is definitely gonna be smut ⭐️

<Reader is plus-sized, around 250 lbs>

Btw I’m plus-size myself! So I wrote this for the plus sized girlies!!?!

Part 2 here: pt 2

Chapter one: The Meeting

< Proof read: kinda? >

“Ever since Highschool I’ve been so overweight dude and I really wanna do something about it.” You say on the phone talking to your friend Nora.

“Dude, literally come to the gym with me! You know I go to an all female gym, so you’ll feel more comfortable I promise.” Nora breathes more heavier, she’s already at the gym, she’s been running on the treadmill the whole damn time while talking to you.

“I don’t even know how you do that.”

“Do what?” She questions, still out of breathe.

“Dude how are you running on the treadmill and talking to me?”

“Oh, my friend Abby showed me how to increase my endurance while running!” You hear her pause the treadmill.

“Actually you know what, if you want too, I could introduce you to her! She’s a personal trainer at the gym! And she does classes. If you want too I could ask her if she wants an extra student!”

You hear Nora breathing heavy, you walk to your bathroom and look in the mirror at yourself.

“I-I don’t know…”

“Girl, I promise she’s chill. We met in college, we were dorm mates.”

You look in the mirror and sigh.

I mean you always wanted to better yourself, better your heath, and if Nora trust her, then you might as well give it a chance.

“Ok. Um.. ok! I’ll do it.”

“Yeah dude! Don’t worry you got this! What about tomorrow? That’s when she comes in; I’ll do the class with you I promise.”

You smile softly. “Ok! That’s fine, gotta go! But I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Ok, I’ll text you the address.”

Nora hangs up.

You look over at your wardrobe. “Damn, I need to go shopping.” You grab your keys and head outside to your car.

“Should I start buying healthy stuff, should I clean out my kitchen. Ughhh I don’t know, maybe this Abby knows how to do meal preps? I could ask her.”

You ponder as you make it to your destination. You pull up at a clothing store, searching for an outfit for the gym, even though you don’t need one you still wanna feel comfortable. All you own is baggy shirts and dirty joggers. But you wanted to at least look decent there.

You immediately head to the plus size section. “Hmmm..it’s not that busy in here.” You hold the clothes up the the mirror. “Ughhh. This is gonna look bad on me.” You say to yourself. “But it would help if I tried them on.”

You grab about 5 outfits. All 2x-3xls, you head into the dressing room.

You end up trying them on and each time you step out of the dressing room you look in the mirror in the hall. “Hmmmm..” you say to yourself. It’s an all light pink set with a matching sports bra and leggings. “Ugh, this looks bad on me, I might as well go with my joggers and shirt.” You turn around, “At least my ass looks good though.” You giggle to yourself, you also hear someone else giggle, you look up. At the end of the hallway of the dressing room entrance is a blonde, tall muscular women, she’s leaning on the wall watching you. Was she watching the whole time? Did she watch you try on each one? “I-I uh, sorry I didn’t know anyone else was back here!” You say as you grab your jacket and cover your top. “Don’t hide, you look good.” She says as she stops leaning and you see that she has a couple of clothes she’s gonna try on herself. She walks towards one of the dressing rooms, but she walks up to you first. “By the way.” She whispers a little close. “My favorite is the blue one, it looks great on you.” She smiles and walks into one of the rooms locking the door. You stand there blushing like crazy. You go back into your dressing room and cover your face. You start thinking to yourself. ‘Oh my god was she flirting..’ you start changing and you end up choosing the blue one, of course. ‘I must be delusional. She probably meant it as a compliment.’ You go to the check out with the blue gym wear in your hand. You see the muscular blonde walk out of the dressing rooms and she heads towards the line you’re in. You peek behind yourself, she’s texting someone. She looks up at you for a split second and you avert your eyes. You blush again and hold the blue gym wear close to your person. She looms over you, “which one did you go with?” You jump a little and you try to calm down; cause you’re wondering why is this beautiful hot women who is way out of tour league interested in what you’re buying. “I-I went with the blue one.” You say with a smile, holding up the outfit. She smiles at you, and holds up hers. “Cute. I’m glad.” She winks at you. You look down again, adverting eye contact. “Wh-which one did you choose.” She looks at you and smiles eagerly. “I chose orange, and the same blue color.” You smile. “Which gym do you go to?” She ask.

‘She’s gotta be interested in me, I’m not delusional.’ You think to yourself. “Well my friend, she invited me to a gym, and I’m taking my first class tomorrow with her!” You say with a nervous smile. “I think it’s called, like wolf something? I have no idea, but weird name.” The blondes eyes open widely. “So you’re the person Nora talks about?” Your eyes go wide. “N-Nora.. wait are you-“ “Abby, but abs for short.” She smiles and holds out her hand. Your face heats up and you go to grab her hand but the cashier yells at you. “Next in line!” You jump and quickly shake Abby’s hand. You say your name with a stutter, but surprisingly you got it out. You end up checking out and as soon as you’re about to leave, Abby stops you and grabs your shoulder.

“Wait here, I wanna talk to you.”

You blush and nod as you watch her check out. You study her for a moment. Her hands, the way she holds her self. Her black tank top. I know Nora talked about Abby once or twice but you didn’t expect her to be this hot. Abby grabs her bag and walks outside with you holding the door open for you. “I wanted you to know that I’m happy you chose my class! I promise I’m not scary, and I won’t be mean either. You got this yeah?” She says as she holds out a fist pump. You blush and look up at her. “Y-yeah!” You fist bump her back. She smiles. “I’ll see you around.” She begins to walk away, suddenly a burst of confidence comes thru you like a bolt. “Wait! Abby!” You stop her before she gets in her car. She looks over at you holding her car door open. “Not to sound weird, b-but what’s your number? Y-ya know just so I can ask you questions and stuff about the schedules and-“ Abby smiles and grabs her phone. “Usually I only give out my business number, but I’ll give you my direct line.” She says as she begins to say her phone number. You copy it down in your notes carefully. “Th-thank you Abby!” You say and you begin to walk to your car. As you get in you shut the door and kick your feet like crazy. “Oh my god, Nora did not tell me this trainer was a fucking goddess.” You get out your phone and quickly spam her.

You: NORA.

Nora: ?

You: YOU DID NOT TELL ME ABBY WAS THAT FUCKING HOT

Nora: HAHA, dude I could’ve sworn I shown you a pic of her.

You: WELL YOU DIDNT, I swear I have never seen a person that attractive, and omg, let me tell you what HAPPENED IN THE DRESSING ROOMCAUSE OMGMGMG

You tell Nora all about what happened and you begin driving home. Maybe it won’t be that bad, maybe it’ll be alright. Abby seems nice enough. You have hope.

authors notes: THANK YOU FOR READING PART ONE AHH, let me know if I should finish this!!

[the-marshals-wife]

New Horizons (Arthur Curry x Reader)

A/N: Requested by @dantes-devil-huntress. I can't believe this is my first Aquaman fic! This was so much fun to write, I hope you enjoy!

Premise: Trying to figure out his place in the world as the newly crowned king of Atlantis, Arthur meets someone who may just help him find the answers he looking for.

Description: Arthur Curry/Aquaman x Fem!Reader (Human), meet-cute fluff! | Warnings: alcohol, mild language | Setting: AU w/o Mera endgame, before The Lost Kingdom | Word count: 3,468

Edit: here's my Orm Marius x Reader fic for my fellow Orm girlies ;)

Gif credit: user jasonmomoaonline

Imagine Arthur giving you shelter when you're stranded in a storm, and discovering his true identity

Getting stood up for your date had been the worst part of the night, until the moment you got into your car. Instead of the engine turning over and sputtering to half-life like usual, it only stalled.

"You have got to be kidding me," you say, gripping the steering wheel and turning the key until you thought it might snap, "Come on, come on, come ON!"

Throwing open your door, you pop the hood and stumble back out into the chilled night. You mutter curses under your breath as you survey the labyrinth of steel and hoses before you.

"At least nothing's on fire this time," you mutter, rolling your eyes.

You step back and stare at the bucket of bolts the salesman had called "like new." Besides coming to this bar, buying this car was quite possibly your biggest regret. It wasn't quite a lemon, but it wasn't a Rolls either. And most of all, it was all you could afford.

You exhale, glaring up at the flickering light of the bar's neon sign. The last thing you wanted to do after waiting nearly two hours alone like a fool was show your face inside again. You retrieve your phone from your back pocket, just to see the blinking bars in the top corner. No service.

"Wonderful," you groan.

Like a bad joke, thunder rolls in the distance. You look up to see the lightning flashing on the horizon across the bay. The brisk, salt air rises up from the water and cuts right through you.

"Could this night get any better?!" you lament, an angry shriek escaping your lips as you kick the front tire.

"Excuse me, Miss?" a voice from behind interjected.

You jump and turn to see a man approaching, nervous smile on his bearded face. You appraise him wearily: tall, dark, and not at all lacking in style, clad in both leather and jewelry. He looked a sight better than the drunken fishermen you'd observed stumble about the bar, which you concluded was about ninety-percent of the clientele. Even from where he stood, he certainly seemed to smell better.

"Uh, I don't mean to interrupt, but you sound like you might need some help," he offers hesitantly.

Despite your initial scare, something about him puts you at ease.

"Oh, um...yeah, actually" you smile embarrassed, tucking your hair behind your ear, "My stupid car won't start. Again."

"Mind if I take a look?" he asks, pointing.

"Would you? That would be great, honestly," you say, folding your arms against the cold, "I just had it in the shop last week. I have no idea what's wrong now."

He pats the fender as he circles around to the front, "Let's see what's got you all clammed up here, buddy."

"Your guess is as good as mine," you say exasperated, stepping to stand behind him a ways.

He chuckles and pushes up his sleeves, ducking underneath the hood. You take note of the intricate tattoos, realizing this friendly stranger was becoming more interesting by the minute.

"Hmm, nope. Not that," he says, craning his neck, "Not that either."

You bite your lip and sway on your feet, silently praying he could find the source of the problem. Any easy fix was probably too much to hope for, but your fingers stayed mentally crossed nonetheless.

"Ooh, maybe- no, definitely not," he says, followed by a clinking sound, "That should not be there."

"I really appreciate this," you say after a moment, peering over his shoulder, "I can change the wipers and put on a spare if I have to, but that's about the extent of my car expertise."

"No shame in that," he grunts, his voice strained, "Oof, now that might be a problem."

"Did you find something?" you dare to ask.

"These spark plugs are kaput. Like, 'not even a necromancer can bring them back' kind of kaput."

"The guy said they were fine!" you exclaim, "I knew I shouldn't have gone back to that place. Probably just took my money and laughed."

The man finally stands up and winces.

"And your alternator is on its last leg," he says with a grimace, "Even if you could get it to start, I wouldn't go more than five miles in this thing."

"Great. That's just wonderful," you sigh, shaking your head, "Well, thank you for looking. It'd have taken me forever to figure that out. Google only goes so far."

"No problem, wish I had better news for ya," he says, wiping his grease-tinged hands on his jeans before extending one towards you, "I'm Arthur, by the way."

"I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you, Arthur."

"Nice to meet you too."

Despite your frustration, you couldn't help but grin. As Good Samaritans go, he was quite a handsome one. Something in the back of your mind whispered that you had seen his face before, but you couldn't place when or where.

Before you could speak again, a bolt of lightning strikes just across the harbor, followed swiftly by a crash of thunder.

Arthur looks off to the darkened horizon, his expression souring with concern.

"Storm's coming in fast," he observes, the sea breeze blowing through his long, sun-kissed hair, "Do you have someone you can call to come pick you up?"

He turn back to you, and only now do you notice just how rich and golden eyes his eyes are. For a few dizzied seconds, you forget to answer.

"Uh, not really. I'm pretty new to the area. I don't know very many people," you reply, feeling shy all of a sudden, "I can just call a Uber or something. If my service ever picks up."

"Yeah, definitely," he nods, clearing his throat, "They have a phone inside."

"Thank you again for helping me, Arthur," you say, starting to walk towards the door.

"I didn't really help, though..." he trails off, disappointment in his voice as you step past him.

Your hand is almost on the handle when he pipes up.

"Uh, look I know you don't know me, but my dad's place is just down the road from here. He's the lighthouse keeper. Him and my mom are actually away on little retreat, and I'm watching the place for them," he explains, "It's dry, warm, and definitely has a lot less drunk guys. You could wait there while the storm passes, if you wanted."

You turn back to him, trying to conceal your renewed hope, "I couldn't impose on you like that."

"Oh you wouldn't be. It's just me and the dog. He's probably getting sick of me at this point. He could use a visitor," he chuckles, "But I understand if you'd rather stay here. Strange guy at a bar invites you to a lighthouse on a dark and stormy night. Sounds like a horror movie, I know."

You laugh, and so does he, bringing some much needed levity.

"I'll bring you right back if you change your mind, just say the word," he adds, sounding truly sincere.

Almost everything in you was saying not to trust a man you'd just met, but your gut was telling you otherwise. There was more to the warmth in his eyes than just the color.

"Well, it does sound like the dog could use some company," you say thoughtfully.

Arthur smirks. "Oh yeah. There's been a Hell's Kitchen marathon on for days, and I'm pretty sure he's sick of listening to my Gordon Ramsay impression. I can't resist, love that guy."

"I might have to hear that for myself."

"Let's get you out of this weather, and we'll see what I can do about that, then," he says with a wink, "My ride is just over here."

Not even the chilled wind could overcome the warmth of your cheeks. The excitement in your chest grows with every step as you follow him across the sandy lot. The ride in question, however, soon comes into view, and the knot in your stomach tightens all the more.

"Oh boy," you say, staring at the motorcycle.

"You're not scared of bikes are you?" he questions, stepping alongside it and reaching into the black saddlebag.

"Not exactly," you hesitate, "I've just never been on one before."

He pulls out a red, half helmet and offers it to you.

"Don't worry, I won't let you fall off," he replies, amused.

You look between him and the headgear a moment before taking it.

"Besides," he says, swinging his leg over the seat, "All you have to do is hang on."

With no argument to make, and rain drops beginning to sprinkle down, you pull your hair back and fasten the helmet on. You nearly lose your balance trying to throw your leg over, having to grab his shoulder to steady yourself. He didn't seem to mind; you could have sworn you heard him snicker. You settle into the seat, heart racing from being so close to him. More anxious than ever, you lightly place your hands on his back.

"All good back there?" Arthur asks, a smile in his voice.

"All good," you repeat, unconvincingly.

"Alright then," he says, turning the key.

Seconds later, the motorcycle roars to life as he revs the engine. Arthur eases the bike back slowly, pivots out of the lot, and eases it up to the main road. The instant he accelerates, the force kicks you backward. You throw your arms around his torso, pulling yourself against him. Over the noise of the machine, you weren't sure if the rumbling in your ear that followed was thunder or laughter, but you figured was the latter.

With the bar now behind you, and the rain coming down harder with the increasing speed, you bury your face into his back and hold on tightly.

♆

The lighthouse comes into view just as the skies open up. Arthur maneuvers the bike up the slippery, sand driveway and quickly shuts it off. He gives you his hand as you climb off and leads you toward the house.

The helmet offers some protection from the downpour, but the wind blows the spray into your face as you squint to see. Lightning above illuminates the world like daylight as you scramble up onto the porch.

Arthur throws the front door open and lets you in first as you stumble inside the dark house. You take a few blind steps forward as he slams it shut behind him, thunder making the windows rattle.

"Man, someone must have really pissed off Thor," he laughs. His relief, however, is turned to exasperation as you hear a clicking sound followed by a sigh.

"Power's out. Awesome."

Still trying to catch your breath, you pull out your phone, struggling with wet fingers to use touchscreen. Finally the flashlight turns on, and Arthur throws his hand up over his eyes as you accidentally shine it right at his face.

"Sorry," you pant, pointing it down.

"No worries. That's a good idea, actually. I always forget about this thing," he remarks, grabbing his own phone and doing the same, "One second, I think Pops has some candles in the kitchen."

You nod as he disappears into the next room. Now remembering the dripping helmet on your head, you release the strap with your free hand and set it down on the mat beside the door. A shiver goes through you from your soaked clothes. You point your phone about the shadowy room to get your bearings, admiring the otherwise cozy living area. As you sweep the light downward, something large and metallic glints on the coffee table in front of the sofa and catches your eye. You move closer to get a better look, and then your heart drops to your feet. Lying beside a bag of jerky and the TV remote is a massive, gleaming trident of gold. A memory flashes through your mind of an article you'd seen weeks ago, with a fuzzy photo of an alleged aquatic hero holding a weapon just like it. The pieces come together all at once as you realize the identity of your host.

The very next second, you hear Arthur's approach. He returns with a lit candle in each hand and a blanket under his arm, only to find your expression of complete and utter shock.

"You...you're..." you stammer.

"Oof, I knew I forgot to put something away," he cringes, "My bad."

"You're the Aquaman," you gape, finding the words.

"Surprise," he says in a sing-song voice, flashing a nervous smile, "Yeah, I never really know how to bring that up.

You stare at him dumbfounded as he places the candles on the coffee table. "I can't believe it. Aren't you supposed to be like...well, in Atlantis or something?"

"I was, earlier this morning. Just about died of boredom in council meetings," he says matter-of-factly, proceeding to talk as if he had a desk job, "I'm kinda part-timing right now, between land and sea. It's complicated. I'm still new to the whole 'king' thing. Don't have all the kinks worked out yet."

"I'd imagine," you breathe, your mind still reeling.

"Here, figured you need this." He holds out the blanket, completely unphased by the previous subject, "Do you drink tea? I can make some for you."

You take the blanket and chuckle in bewilderment. "Um, sure. That would be great," you answer, "Thank you."

"One tea coming up," he smiles, "Uh, just make yourself comfortable, I'll get the fire going here a minute, after I find the dog. Pretty sure he's hiding under Pops' bed upstairs. He's terrified of storms. Ironic right? Lighthouse keeper's dog afraid of a little water."

"I don't blame him this time," you say, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders, "I think you were right about Thor."

As if on cue, another boom of thunder shakes the walls. You both burst out laughing.

♆

A few minutes later, you find yourself sitting on the floor in front of a roaring fire with a warm mug in your hands, finally beginning to feel dry. Having been unsuccessful in coaxing the dog into joining him downstairs, Arthur settles down beside you crossed-legged, damp hair tied up, trading the tea for a can of Guinness. Your thoughts rage like the storm outside as you stare into the flames, agonizing about what you should say.

Arthur speaks a moment later, saving you the trouble.

"Sorry about the power. I'll call you that cab as soon as it comes back."

"That's okay, I'm not in a hurry," you reply.

You look over at him hopefully, meeting his piercing gaze for as long as you can. Mere seconds pass before you bow your head, heart racing while you repress a smile.

"I'm uh, sure you've got some questions about all this," he ventures, rubbing the back of his head.

"Honestly, with the night I've had, meeting 'Aquaman' is par for the course," you smirk.

"I didn't mean to spring it on you like that. I guess you can understand why I don't lead with the whole King of Atlantis thing. Kinda makes it hard to keep a conversation going once people know you 'can talk to fish.' They don't really see you the same after that."

"Yeah, I think I'd probably keep that to myself too," you agree, the awe returning full-force, "Still, it must be amazing. I mean, you're basically ruler of the ocean, right? Or is it just Atlantis?"

"Eh, I mean there's the other kingdoms-"

"There's more?!" you blurt out, wide-eyed.

"Oh yeah. Xebel, the Fishermen, the Brine, a couple of defunct ones no one wants talks about. We got a few."

"And you're the ruler over all of them?"

He shrugs. "More or less. I mean, they each have their own ruler. But then I'm also over them? Kinda? I'm still figuring crap out, they didn't exactly give me a rule book on my first day. Plus I have answer to this royal council and they've got sticks up their butts about everything I do and say," he groans, rolling his eyes, "I like to consider myself more of a 'protector of the deep' than a ruler. Sounds more cool, and less like an old fart with a crown."

You giggle, hanging on every his every word.

"And with this bad boy right here," he says, reaching behind him and patting the trident, "I command all life in the sea. The animals anyway. Between you and me, that's the best part."

"You definitely have a cooler job than me," you beam.

"It definitely has its perks. But most of the time, I'd rather be here," he sighs, punctuated by a swig of his beer.

A visible sadness washes over him as he looks into the fire.

"You aren't from Atlantis?" you question.

"No, I was raised by my father. My parents met on accident. My mother was queen of Atlantis, and she ran away from her not-so-nice guy fiancé. She got lost in a storm, and my father rescued her. They've always said it was..."

Arthur stops and turns his gaze towards you, realization in his eyes.

Your heart skips as you understand. "Fate?"

He nods thoughtfully. "Something like that."

You blink, letting him go on.

"Anyway, I know I have a calling to the sea, but the land is always going to be a part of me, you know?" His expression softens. "Here, I've always found everything I need."

His words linger in the air between you. You look down at your hands, your chest pounding.

He clears his throat. "Sorry, I know that was a lot of info."

"Just a little bit," you reply teasingly, "But your secret's safe with me, Arthur. I promise. I've got no one to tell anyway."

"Don't worry, I trust you," he says, waving his hand, "It's actually nice to have someone else to share it with."

"I'm honored that you did. I know it's not the same, but I do understand what it's like to feel that you don't belong," you confess, "I didn't fit in my 'kind' either. Moved out here to start over. I guess you could say I'm still trying to figure some crap out too."

He pauses in thought second before responding, "Do you mind if I ask you something, Y/N?"

"After everything I've asked you? I'd say it's definitely your turn," you chuckle, taking a sip of your forgotten tea.

"I saw you at the bar before you went outside. I couldn't help but notice that you were there by yourself..."

"You noticed correctly. I was supposed to meet someone for a date, but after saying he was on his way, he never showed. I tried to text him, but he blocked me. I don't even know why."

"Nothing like being stood up at some backwater bar," he concludes, frowning, "Well, screw that guy. He's a bum."

"Yeah, I figured that out too late," you agree, then give him a knowing look, "The evening wasn't a total loss. I did meet you, after all."

"That's true," he concedes, playfully stroking his beard, "I may be a half-breed rookie king, but I'm not a bum."

You snort and gesture to the television set on your right, "So much for your marathon though, huh?"

"Ah, that's alright. They were all re-runs anyway."

You raise your eyebrow. "Think I could still hear that impression?"

He holds a finger to his chin in mock deliberation, "Hmmm, have I had enough to drink for that?

"I don't know, have you?" You lean in with anticipation.

He flashes a sly grin. "Of course I bloody have," he declares in the most hackneyed attempt at a British accent you'd ever heard, "And you better listen up, because I'm about to tell you everything there is to know about how to cook a bloody good flounder."

Your sides ache with laughter as he continues to go on a tangent about how to properly sauté shallots and season the perfect demi-glace. The voice sounded nothing like the infamously tempermental chef, of course, but you still thought his attempt was cute. By the time he was yelling at his invisible staff for serving him raw fish, the storm outside had passed, and neither of you noticed.

As Arthur went to light the stove to warm up some "gourmet" SpaghettiOs, still boisterously carrying on as Chef Ramsay, your excited thoughts returned to the story about his parents. You couldn't help but wonder about your own stormy night, the man you had met, and how much of a hand fate had played in it. The horizon seemed so much brighter than before, and for the first time ever, you were grateful to have bought that car.

[mochinomnoms]

Thinking about the period stuff now and just thinking that the boys who would be total champs should Reader/Yuu be on would be;

Jamil - He's not only seen it all with his own sister, but has probably had to help Kalim's sisters at some point or another too. He's dealt with the worst cramps and flows to the "I didn't even notice I was on" girlies.

Ortho - Baby boys a walking Medwiki, has probably known your cycle before your first conversation with him. Would be more fascinated than grossed out by period stuff than most boys in the school.

Rook - Like Ortho, probably knows when you're on before you even realised you were and has a box of your preferred method of dealing with it in hand by the bathroom stall at the ready. Don't ask why he's in the toilet with you or how he knew what size pussy you wear, just be glad that in an all boys school, you have at least one (1!) friend willing to carry spare tampons/towls/mooncups/whatever for you.

Cater - Poor guys got 4 sisters and has been an unwilling student in all the "joys" of menstration. He'll look out for his favourite underclassman and bask in the praise of being such a reliable senpai/big brother type. But if his sisters are nuts normally, he's gonna have to work through some instense war flashbacks before he's any good to you.

Kalim - Most likely has a lot of sisters who are at the age where their dealing with this stuff, does his best bless him to take care of them but c'mon, it's Kalim. As soon as he tries people are calling for Jamil instead. That plus the sheer mythic level of cat fighting should any of his 30+ siblings syncronize means that like Cater, might be too scared to approach you at first but he makes it on this list for sheer effort and desire to help.

Of the human students, these all make a lot of sense! I def think the idea that Ortho already knew about your cycle before even knowing your name is super funny.

Little man's got a storage unit in him that has those stickable heating pads, pads/tampons, and pain medicine. One day, at a time that you know of Ortho, but never really spoken to him, he floats up to you. You're looking at him all confused before he opens up a compartment, takes out the above-mentioned supplies, and just hands them to you. He chirps about you needing them and lets you know that he's always well-equipped if you need anything else!

You're standing there with Ace and Deuce, confused. Your period doesn't start for another week, why did he—how does he even know your cycle? (That night, you notice that you started early).

And Rook? Fucking freak of nature he is. Why does he know your exact brand and period product preferences? Cause the man, similar to Ortho, is walking up to you one day, prattling on in poetic fashion about the beauties of human biology and reproduction (fucking weirdass). He hands you a small bag with your items, all the exact ones you get from Sam, down to the exact flow size. He tells you that you should consider heading to the bathroom now. Walking off, you freeze as you feel yourself get wet. You rush to the bathroom, finding that you started your period right at that moment.

Ortho is excusable, he's a robot. Rook's on thin fucking ice and is now required to stay 6 feet away from you at all times. If he wants to give you something, he can have Epel deliver it. He wins your favor back by buying you snacks, and you let him near you again. Just stop reciting poetry about the menstrual cycle, Rook I beg—

[lilly-chou-chou]

Lolita fashion: A guide for beginners and love letter to seasoned Lolitas (Fashion guide part ll)

Hello everyone!! Few days ago I had made a guide for people interested and doing gyaru fashion (interested people please visit my account to read about it <3) moving on I was intrigued and ready to take on the world of Lolita fashion as well, I hope this guides helps newer people and makes other old followers of this amazing fashion culture realize that it is all about fun and feeling pretty. Some may agree with this and some may not either way I am posting this <3

(Kindly please stop sending d#ath threads regarding this post. Kindly also refrain from sending comments saying I deserve those threaths please 🙏🏼)

My guides start from here on. So as a lot of people know, this culture of fashion was started by taking inspirations from Rococco and Victorian era. Over the years this subculture of Japanese fashion has definitely evolved and this subculture has given birth to many sub styles like most famous being sweet Lolita, gothic Lolita and hime Lolita.

So now that you know the gist of this style let me educate you further that the reason Lolita fashion exists is purely just for fun. People especially women wanted to feel that elegance and olden time beauty and dressed up in Lolita just for fun!! So no. 1 rule of Lolita is to have fun. Enjoy what you wear and buy.

Yes, when you first begin it is necessary that you browse through the summary but make sure to ONLY browse through the history of Lolita fashion. Never pay too much attention towards rules of Lolita because again just like gyaru fashion it was and has always been foreigners who police others and are way too anal about rules when as a matter of fact the whole reason Lolita and gyaru existed was to have fun! Of course but only gyaru had a backstory of opposing with stereotypes of women in Japan.

I am here to tell you that I have lived in Japan during the hype of Lolita and gyaru (also being an avid follower of both fashion culture since the age of 4) and having talking with foreigners and locals I suggest you to only LIKE ONLY listen to locals because they truly know what's up. My guides are filled with my experience and what they have told me.

So let's talk about rules like lace and materials and shit. What I have been told and have been doing my life is that pick any lace design that you feel pretty in because in the end even back then Lolita fashion magazines and shows would only tell you what a typical Lolita would wear like poofy dress and small details like pretty wigs and such but people in streets be it Harajuku or Shibuya or etc etc didn't follow these rules themselves and they were covered in latest Lolita trends from head to toe.

The magazines and such only give you an idea of what you can do or typical image of a Lolita fashion follower. That doesn't mean you have to do exactly that. Things like "stop wearing that" "your lace is ugly" "wow you purchased dress from Amazon? Fuck you" "that dress quality sucks you are NOT a real Lolita" is all doing of foreigner Lolita fashion followers.

I am so sorry if you ever encountered any of these people but Lolita girlies in Japan will never harass you like this.

Plus buying stuff from Amazon is OKAY because even though these days there are many affordable Lolita dresses and accessories, it is okay to still look for options and I understand that some people don't have budget and just because you are tight on budget doesn't mean you should be left out. YOU ALSO DESERVE TO FEEL PRETTY! Amazon might not be authentic if that's what you can afford atm then go for it please, enjoy and have fun because you were to meet other Japanese Lolitas they will say things like "wow I didn't know these days Amazon sold such good quality Lolita dresses" never feel guilty for buying off brand.

What people don't tell you is that these days even brands break some of the rules from Lolita fashion and honestly if the household brands break them then you also shouldn't feel bad about messing up. I just want Lolita fashion culture to be welcoming and I don't want beginners to be afraid and I don't want old members to feel the need to be always classic authentic.

Even the queen and ambassador of foreign affairs kawaii aka president of Japan Lolita Association Misako Aiko who has been doing Lolita fashion for 25 years also mixes and matches from different fashion and breaks so called rules like poofy dress shape, owning few dresses with no laces, hair usually styled in a simple way, not always wearing a blouse or a head wear etc etc.

In conclusion if the president of Lolita fashion and household brands are breaking rules then you should also not feel guilty for few little things here and there. Aim of Lolita fashion is to feel pretty and have fun. You are the prettiest person alive, embrace it and have fun with this style. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Do what makes you happy and don't ever feel guilty about buying off brands because sometimes food, shelter and bills is important and that is understandable.

I love everyone of you. Hope my guides help you a lot <3

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝓘 𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓨𝓸𝓾 (say it back): Soft 🔞

It's his favorite word to describe you.

Tags/Warnings: Girly!Reader, Introvert!Jungkook, non-idol AU, opposites attract AU?, established relationship, Angst, Major Fluff, some drama, Slice of Life (like Good Girl AU for example), mc is kook's biggest simp, kook is kind of overwhelmed by her love sometimes, but it's fine they both cute, smut in this, manhandling, he cums inside but she's got an IUD please practice safe bed-athletics thank you, we explore Jungkook's hidden kinks together haha

Length: 1.4k Words

Masterlist

A/N: There's still no taglist.

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Soft.

It's the perfect word to describe you, in his opinion. From your skin to your hair to the way you smell or touch him. Soft.

It's been a little over half a year since dating you, and there's already been changes happening with him. His mom had noticed the way he carries himself changing, had told him earlier this week how much confidence he'd apparently gained- and it had been then that he'd told her he's finally found a girlfriend. He's never brought anyone over to his parents before, way too worried about how it might look like if he and his partner would change frequently, just because he's not good at choosing the right people to surround himself with. So, revealing that he's got a girlfriend had been a huge thing to his entire family.

But he doesn't actually feel worried at all. You're the sweetest thing he's ever met- it's just the first impression you give that can sometimes be a little too bold.

But he doesn't mind any of your antics. You're honest- and he appreciates that.

And he can't deny that your love isn't exciting in other ways, too.

You've made a joke about him being the best lover you've ever had up until this point- but from the way you arch your back and close your eyes, he's got to believe that there was some truth to it. You're completely out of it, underneath him as he thrusts his hips into yours, hands on your thighs keeping you in place for him. They're soft, too- just like the sounds you make.

He's become more comfortable and confident in that aspect, too. Sex.

It's been somewhat of a necessity almost in past relationships- something he'd want to have over and done quick with the lights off because it's just awkward. Everything about it was awkward to him- from the noises to the smell to the act in general-

But with you? It changed. Awakened something even.

You're addicting, in the way that you're just so raw and unfiltered. You don't hide any side of yourself, you're bold and bright and colorful and confident, and you're just so fucking pretty to him that it makes his head spin.

The first time with you had been a little awkward. The second time after, it was a bit more relaxed. On the third, he'd jumped over his shadow and eaten you out for the first time in his life.

And oddly enough, that had changed something within him.

Ever since then, he'd become experimental. Sex in the shower, a handjob in the bathtub, taking you in the back of his car, or buying a remote controlled vibrator for you online just because. He can never just leave it at something simple anymore, has to take you until his body gives out, has started to imagine things one dirtier than the next.

Especially after yesterday, when you'd told him nonchalantly how your IUD insertion had been the most cruel and painful thing you've ever had to go through- and after some questions of his own, he now knows that you still have it.

And right now, he's in bare, without any condom, and he wants, no needs to see that scene that had been haunting his dreams last night in real life for himself.

It had been a thought in his head for a while now. His main fantasy he'd think of whenever he was trying to get off by himself.

And it worked every single time.

"Can I-" He presses out between his teeth, slowing down for just a moment to lean down and kiss your neck, giving you a second to collect your thoughts back again as you squirm, legs wrapping around him as you try and move on your own. "Can I cum inside?" He asks, and you nod instantly.

"Yes, Jungkook just- just move!" You whine, trying to move your hips, but one of his hands instead pushes them down into the bed, your strength not enough to go against him. "Fuck you-" You start to complain, but he's got the audacity to chuckle.

"Though you wanted me to fuck you?" He jokes, and your eyes tear up in frustration, making him move his hands to instead hold your cheeks as he kisses you-

Hips slowly picking up pace again.

"Don't worry, princess-" he hums, making you hold onto his forearms as if to need something to keep you grounded. "-I never let you down, do I?" He wonders, and you nod, quietly. "I always take good care of you, don't I?" He asks, pushing his hips in deep before he stays there. "Right?"

"Yes!" You whine, nails digging into his skin a little as he laughs again, leaning back to straighten his back out, hands grabbing your thighs. He finally moves again, rolls his hips into yours while holding your legs again, skin slapping loudly against skin, but he doesn't care.

All he can see is your back arching, your head pushing back into the pillows, your tits rhythmically swaying up and down with every thrust he delivers. It's a sight he never wants to ever forget, a sight he knows he's blessed enough to witness.

It's a sight that's his to see. It's a sight that only belongs to him. He's never really thought about it, hasn't really been considering him possessive or anything- after all, you're a free spirit, and he allows you to do whatever, really. You can dress how you want, you can playfully flirt with your friends if you like, it's not a big issue to him.

Maybe because at least up until now, he's not really felt like anyone had truly challenged the idea of him being together with you. There's not been any instance of someone trying to take you away from him.

And maybe once that happens, his mind will change a bit.

But right now, he's got you, right in his hands. Right now, you're undeniably his as he clenches his jaw, watches you come undone underneath him, thighs trembling under the force of your orgasm, before he pushes himself in deep, throwing back his head himself for a moment as he reaches his peak as well.

The room is filled with the sounds of your shared heavy breaths, before he pulls out, his own chest still rising and falling with deep breaths. He can't help but reach out as he watches your clenching core, fingers spreading you open for him to see as you jump a little, still sensitive-

but he soon notices the way you move your hips again, toes curling as his thumb begins to more gently coax another, last orgasm out of you-

and then, it happens.

As soon as you come undone, he watches almost hypnotized how his cum starts to run down your core, and it's such a scandalous sight- no porn he's ever watched coming close to this.

"Kook, I'm gonna leak on the bed-" You whine tiredly, as he barely catches what's running down your leg, before his hand pushes it back in, while he leans over your body, kissing your lips, before he moves to your neck, making you giggle as the tips of his hairs tickle your skin.

"Better keep it inside then." He hums against your neck, and you dramatically whine at that.

"Kook please, I'm gonna die!" You complain, and he laughs.

"What?" He chuckles. "I'm just saying." He shrugs.

"You're making me horny again, please stop you demon!" You argue weakly, wrapping your legs around his waist. "Now get off me so I can go pee." You say, and he nods with a smile.

"You better keep it in though, or you might get it on your pretty carpet-" He teases-

a slap sounding through the room as you playfully hit his thigh, making him laugh while he watches you run to the bathroom with one hand between your legs.

[ghosttotheparty]

love me softly p3

@acitytokeepyoursecrets tags on this post she gets it god bless

@urmomification @legitcookie @deleataecount :)

Eddie doesn’t like that he’s into Steve Harrington, so he does what he does best: acts like a dick and annoys Steve into hating him even more than he already did.

But it’s doesn’t even seem to be working. Even when he stands on cafeteria tables and shouts about pompous rich kids and their shiny cars.

Steve just looks up at him, while the others sneer and throw insults and fries at him. He almost smiles a lot of the time, his expression light. Amused. He just watches, eating quietly while Eddie shouts and yells and cackles when Tommy H throws something at him and misses. (Steve covers his mouth. Eddie thinks he’s laughing too.)

When Eddie sits again, Gareth is almost glaring at him, his elbow on the table, his fingers to his forehead, like he’s watching a house fire. He tells Eddie it’s a bad idea. The others don’t know what they’re talking about but they don’t really care.

Eddie knows it’s a bad idea to taunt Steve and his friends. That he’s just painting a bright red target on his own back. But he can’t really help it.

Especially not when Steve starts responding, flipping Eddie the bird while Eddie’s up on a table, tilting his head adorably when Eddie comments that he looks like a Christian summer camp counsellor.

Tommy just comments that at least Steve can buy new clothes. Eddie just fires back that money can’t buy better taste, bitch. Steve snorts even though it’s a dig on him.

It goes on for a while. The teasing. The stares. The suppressed smiles and laughter.

But it actually starts on a Friday.

Eddie has detention. (Shocker.) The only reason he actually goes is because Mr Peterson isn’t an asshole. He’s friendly, even to Eddie.

Greets him as “Mr Munson,” looks at the pink detention slip before raising a single eyebrow at Eddie and tells him to sit with a soft shake of his head and a smile.

And Eddie turns to find Steve sitting in the back, watching him. Eddie’s grin falters and then widens, his head tilting as he raises his eyebrows, and Steve’s face turns red. He looks away. Eddie goes to sit with him, still grinning.

The room is quiet. There aren’t many others here, a few of them doodling on tables or sleeping. Peterson doesn’t care. (Another reason Eddie likes him.)

“What’d you do?” Eddie asks quietly, sitting too close to him.

Steve just looks down at his notebook. It’s closed, a pen laying on top of it. Eddie wants to flip through it.

“Nothing.”

“Steve Harrington is in detention,” Eddie says dryly. “You did something.”

“Nuh-uh.”

Eddie snorts. Steve glances at him. He’s smiling, and his cheeks are still flushed, and Eddie might die.

“What’d you do?”

“Nothing.”

“Ste-e-e-eve, what’d you do?”

“Oh, we’re on a first name basis now?”

Eddie blinks. He’s only called him Harrington. Steve’s never called him anything.

“Yeah, I guess. Tell me what you did.”

“…Called Collins a jackass. In front of him.”

Eddie drops his head to the table.

“Incredible.”

“What did you do?”

“Forgot my homework.” He lifts his head. “Seven times.”

Steve snorts.

“Of course.”

They’re not allowed to talk during detention. It’s too quiet for them to even whisper with Peterson hearing, the room silent except the scratching of someone’s pencil and the occasional cough or sigh.

Eddie lowers his head to the table, ready to take a nap or zone out or something, but Steve opens the notebook. Eddie turns his head to look, his cheek pressing against the cold surface, and Steve doesn’t notice.

Eddie sits up to watch. Steve flips through the pages, and Eddie catches a glimpse of a drawing, so he reaches out and take the notebook wordlessly. Steve makes a small indignant ugh. Eddie shushes him.

Eddie flips through the pages slowly, looking at Steve’s handwriting. It’s pretty. Almost girly. Every page has random, half-understandable notes, without any kind of indicating header that might include the subject or date.

He thinks he’s getting closer to the drawing, because Steve reaches out to take the notebook again. Eddie swats his hand away, and Steve drops his head to the table with soft groan.

Eddie grins.

He finds the drawing. It’s a messy pencil sketch, scratchy snd scribbled and smudged and shitty, but easily recognisable.

His grins falters, and he blinks, his eyes tracing the lines of his own curls, the angle of his own nose, the curve of his eyelashes.

He turns to look at Steve, who’s now hiding his face in his shirt, looking away from Eddie.

Eddie lays back on the table, his chin propped on his arms as he gazes at the drawing again.

Steve lets him keep the notebook until the end of detention.

part four

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[silvervioletvalentine]

🎸!Rockstar!🎸

Pairing: Charles X Rockstar Cherrie!

Word count: 13k

Summary: in which she’s a rockstar. He’s a fan. And her four year old daughter just wants to find her a new man. Hence plan break in is formed.

When he looked back at the day that started his whole not so 'meet cute' romance , full of not so smooth flirting and more than what should be legally allowed awkwardness , Charles realised that none of it would have ever had taken place if he hadn't had been so careless and forgotten to close his door behind him .

It had been a normal Tuesday , nothing out of the ordinary as he dragged himself out from his comfortable couch and over to the door reluctantly, to pull in his heavy package that had just been delivered to him. A brand new gaming chair that he had been putting off buying, only leaving it the very last second when his old chair had finally snapped underneath his weight and almost broken his back as it sent him flying to the floor in a ungracefully heap while he was live streaming last night.

A incident that he would now never be able to forget , seeing as people would not stop tagging him in the now viral video of him folding in-half like a iron board , topped off with a humiliating girly screech of fear as he did so.

Not his finest moment but also not his worst. Just another humiliation that he was trying to forget , by stuffing his face with a bag of cheesy tortilla's and watching Tik toks to pass the time until his delivery finally arrived.

Dressed in old checkered boxers and an even older faded white shirt that was stained with toothpaste, sweat and paint? His messy hair was sticking up in several directions as he tiredly yawned , putting all of his strength into dragging the heavy box that contained his new chair , out from the hallway and into his apartment instead.

Grunting like a overworked builder as he pushed at it until it began to slide against his wooden floorway and into his front room instead, his front door still wide open as he focused on not folding in half over the heavy box too.

He could hear the faint sound of hammering and then some drilling coming from the apartment opposite his own, a new neighbour that he had yet to meet having moved in a little over a week ago

Now. No doubt still getting settled and getting their things sorted in their home , Charles wondered briefly to who it could be .

Someone with money obviously , he just hoped that it was someone that would leave him alone and let him have his peace. If someone came knocking at his door late at night asking for sugar, he was not going to answer it. Manners be damned.

His friends might have called him anti social, Charles liked to think of himself as...a lover of peace and quiet . He already had a million eyes on him at the track almost every other week , he didn't need any of that forced socialising to follow him back home either.

As soon as that door closed behind him, he returned to being a simple man. Covered in cheesy tortilla dust and questionable stains . That was the way that he liked it . Alone .

He had come to love his me time with himself , no expectations and no need to talk to people that he had absolutely no interest in talking to.

So you could only imagine his shock and absolute horror as he went to turn around and walk back into his hell away to close his front door and found a four year old stood right behind him instead . Like something straight out of a horror movie.

Staring up at him with big bambi eyes and a terrifying smirk on her chubby face , Charles was not proud of the noise that escaped his mouth at the sight of his unexpected guest.

A mix between a loud shriek and a girly scream , jumping almost six feet in the air as he flung his arms around his head in fear . Tripping over his own two feet as he gasped loudly and clung tightly onto the back of his couch to stop himself from falling flat onto his face again.

"What the fuck!" He yelled out in shock, panting loudly as he tried not to have a heart attack right there and then.

Eyes widening in pure shock as he gaped down at the giggling child in front of him, in his own apartment .. grinning like a little devil , leaving him in absolute disbelief.

With two messy pigtails and rosy cheeks , dressed in the cutest cat pyjamas that he had ever seen. The child simply giggled and said "bad word!" While laughing hysterically. Hands linked behind her tiny back as she swung them from side to side , tilting her head up at him cutely.

Charles didn't know if he was hallucinating or having a nightmare. Because the last time he checked , he did not have a child. Certainly not in his apartment either!

Who the hell's child was this?! He cautiously lowered his defensive arms from his face and eyed her warily , clearing his throat awkwardly after a moment of just looking at her in silent disbelief.

His mouth opening and closing several times before he finally managed to splutter out a "who are you?" Not knowing what the hell he was supposed to do or say in this strange situation that he had found himself in.

The kid just beamed up a him , oblivious to the terror that she was causing him.

"I'm star. You look silly." She then proceeded to inform him , looking judgmentally at his stuck up hair and stained shirt, then giving another long glance towards his 3D pig slippers that he had slipped on while getting his door.

Charles frowned down at her in disbelief. Was he getting insulted by a random child in his own home? One that should definitely not be there?! He couldn't believe this.

He looked at his glass of lemonade on the table and wondered if perhaps he had somehow been spiked.

What the hell was in those vitamins that he had taken this morning?!

"And you look like a child that is not mine. Where have you come from?" He tried to sweeten his voice , even bending down to reach her level . Giving her a strained smile as his heart raced in pure panic , his mind running through every terrible scenario possible.

Someone had kidnapped a child and was going to frame him with it. He looked at his package that had his new gaming chair in it. Had she come from there? Was this a new crime going around?! Were children being stuffed in gaming chair boxes in some sick underground crime ring?! Was he about to be swatted?!

He eyed the cute kid in front of him and swallowed nervously , not knowing what to do. Seconds away from a panic attack while she just smiled at him like she wasn't completely scaring the shit out of him.

Star just shrugged her little shoulders at him , not answering his question. Instead she shoved past his crouched self and wandered over to his wall full of pictures and stopped in front of his favourite one.

She looked up at the large golden framed magazine cover that he had blown up years ago when it had first came out , a toothy grin taking over her chubby face as she pointed at it with a giggle.

"Why do you have a picture of mommy on your wall?" The innocent question made him freeze in his place.

The blood draining from his face as he slowly pushed up from his frozen crouched position , turning to gape at star in shock. Frowning deeply as he wondered if he was hearing things now too. Because there was no way that she had just said what he think she said.

She did have a Spanish accent. Maybe it was that.

He looked at the picture she was looking at on his wall. Frowning in complete confusion as the four year old continued to tap at it impatiently.

It was a picture of Cherrie . One of his favourite rockstars in the world. She was a Spanish rockstar that had rose to stardom when she was just eighteen years old. She had been a instant hit all across the globe . In her tight leather and endless hair , her tattoos and her bad attitude. She was a rockstar through and through.

And Charles loved her. Had admired her and had been crushing on her since the first time that he had ever watched a video of her performing live in front of a crowd of thousands of people, looking like a absolute rock goddess as she danced around the stage in tight leather shorts and a tiny studded bra , tattoos littered up her arms and neck. They covered nearly her whole body too , Charles had been hypnotised as he watched her smirk like some sort of siren, looking straight into the camera with her smoky eyes as she sang huskily about ripping out some mans heart just for fun.

It was safe to say that Charles had been hooked ever since. He had listened to every song  . Bought every single album. Every single piece of merch that she came out with. He practically lived in one of her tour hoodies from over a year ago when his friends had surprised him with tickets for his birthday, a night that had been the best night of his life so far.

He was obsessed with her . A huge fucking fan, just like everybody else in the world. She was the woman of his dreams.

And the picture on his wall was of cherrie's Rolling Stones cover , of her straddling a Harley bike in tiny studded, denim shorts and a cut up guns n roses shirt. Her curls teased and reaching down to her waist messily, the two steaks of her hair beside her ears coloured a bright Ferrari red. Charles like to dream about that , sighing in awe at the photo every time he passed by it.

He had almost forgotten about the small fact that Cherrie was also a mother of a now four year old. A child that she shared with a famous underground boxer from a fleeting relationship that the two had together years ago.

And apparently said child was in his apartment , staring up at him impatiently as she waited for an answer to why he had a picture of her apparent mother up on his wall.

Charles took a closer look at her cute little features and swallowed thickly , feeling like he could faint.

Same glossy eyes... same dimples and button nose. Even the same mischievous smirk and unruly hair.. same Spanish accent and judgmental side eye.

Yes. He could see it now. There was no mistaking who this child was.

He inhaled sharply "oh my god." Was all he could stutter out fearfully. Hands clutching at his face as he stared down at cherries child in absolute disbelief , heart beating rapidly in his chest.

The four year old just giggled at the look on his face , completely unbothered by his panic.

"We're neighbours. What's your name?" She then asked him. Turning around suddenly and Wandering over to his couch. Climbing up it and making herself comfortable .

Charles stood frozen where he was, blinking at the four year old in disbelief. Not knowing what to do.

"Charles. Er- I think you need to go home. Your mommy will be worried about you." He finally snapped out of his speechlessness enough to form a full sentence to her .

Warily eyeing his still open front door, unable to believe the fact that Cherrie was apparently his new neighbour that he had been avoiding meeting.

If he had known that she was the one moving on their , he would have been the one at her door asking for some sugar. He just couldn't believe this.

And now he had her child walking into his home and making herself comfortable on his couch, picking up his half full bag of cheesy tortillas that he had left. Swinging her feet up and down happily as she munched on them messily , completely unbothered.

Star glanced over at him boredly "mommy was building a cabinet for all of her awards. My mommy wins a lot of those. Why do you have some?" She bluntly said , pointing over at his own shelves of awards curiously . Looking up at him with her big bambi eyes.

Charles crumbled and sighed quietly , scratching at his arm awkwardly as he cautiously eyed her while walking into his kitchen. Grabbing her a bottle of water and a straw too, he quickly uncapped the bottle and shoved the straw into it before handing it to her carefully.

"The tortillas are a little dry. Sip the water so that you don't choke." He advised her gently in concern as he watched the way she was wolfing them down like a starved animal. Crossing his fingers and praying that she didn't have any allergies .

The four year old eyed him "I want fanta. Not water." She told him , unimpressed. Not accepting the water as she looked at him impatiently "and you didn't answer my question." She reminded him crossly.

Charles wondered if her little attitude and short temper was from her rockstar mother or her boxing champion father. He really didn't know who he was more afraid of .

He sighed "well I don't have Fanta. Sorry. And those are trophy's from races that I won." He told her , leaving the bottle of water on the table in front of her instead.

She gasped excitedly "you run really fast?!" She exclaimed looking impressed now at the thought of him being some type of Olympic runner.

Charles laughed at that, shaking his head in amusement . "No. Racing cars. I drive in formula one. Have you heard of that?" He asked her curiously , glancing at his still open door again. Knowing that he needed to work up the guts and courage to knock at their door to inform Cherrie that he had her daughter soon.

This was not at all how he dreamed of meeting her. In his dreams he was confident and smooth, maybe they'd meet after one of her concerts and she'd just look at him and fall in love just like that. Like the movies.

But instead he had harsh reality where he was awkward , terrified and had her sassy little four year old judging him in his own apartment that she had wandered into. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

She let out a disappointed noise, frowning at him. "Oh." She let out making him frown back at her, offended by her lacklustre reaction. "Yeah. Mommy watches it sometimes." She told him.

Charles felt himself light up in excitement , cheeks flushing at the thought of the love of his life watching him race and seeing him on her tv . Oh wow. He grinned . "Really?!"

Star nodded her little head, smirking at him mischievously. "Yeah. She loves Mercedes! She knows Lewis!"

Charles smile dropped. A scowl taking over his face as he pursed his lips disapprovingly . Sniffing "lovely. Just lovely." He muttered with a sigh , that being the wake up call he needed to get his ass across the hall before stars boxer father beat his face in for having his four year old in his apartment without their knowledge.

Charles had heard that Leon was a really nice guy, apparently the exact opposite of what he looked like. But everybody had their limit and Charles quite liked his face the way it was.

So he sighed , terrified and pointed to their apartment. "I'm going to go get your mom. Are you coming?" He looked back at the four year old refusing to get up from his couch in exasperation.

Star just giggled and shook her head, picking up his the remote and putting on cartoon instead.

"No. I like it here." Was all she declared before laying down on his couch, not longer giving him her attention.

Charles just shook his head in disbelief and turned around , rubbing at his face with a long, loud sigh as he hesitantly eyed their closed front door in front of him. Trying to work up the courage to Knock.

"I can do this." He muttered to himself encouragingly , breathing in and out "just be cool. I can be cool. Just say hello and-" his self talk was brought to a abrupt halt as the door in front of him suddenly swung open.

Cherrie pausing from where she had been about to burst out of her foot in a panic , looking at the man in front of her door talking to himself In surprise.

She instantly recognised him and held herself back from instinctively punching him, having worried for a moment that he was some crazy stranger at her door.

"Were you talking to yourself?" She amusedly questioned him. Eyeing his own opened door behind his frozen body and relaxing for a moment, having a good idea to where her naughty daughter had ran off to.

Star had been going on and on about wanting to meet their neighbour since they moved in last week and each time that Cherrie refused her requests to knock at his door to say hello, her four year old grew more and more annoyed at her. Because her child was a Annoyingly curious kid who wouldn't rest until she had dissected the lives and brains of everyone she met.

She was a little gossiper who wanted to know everything about everybody. She was also a little shit who liked to wind people up for the fun of it, just like her mother. She had gotten her mean and sarcastic sense of humour.

Which was why she had lied about her mother's favourite f1 team being Mercedes , knowing fully well their Cherrie loved Ferrari just as much as the next person. She had just wanted to see Charles face when she said it. Unbeknownst to the poor driver that she had set her traps on winding up.

But he didn't need to know that. Yet.

He took one wide eyed look at her pretty face and teasing smirk and choked up, blinking rapidly as he blurted out "I have your child!" Sounding like a complete phsycopath.

Cherrie watched in pure amusement As Charles went bright red in front of her, his panic written across his poor face as he stuttered to correct himself, looking horrified.

"I mean- not like that! That sounded like a ransom threat or something!" He laughed out awkwardly , unable to meet her eyes. "I have definitely not kidnapped her! I promise!-I just- my door and- my chair and -" he was a horrifying mess , unable to even speak.

Cherrie finally took pity on him after a long minute of watching him stammer about doors and chairs and not being a criminal. Giggling a little at how cute he was, she shook her head at him fondly .

"Charles, stop panicking. I had a feeling that she would do this. She's been wanting to meet our new neighbour all week. I guess she decided to break into your place instead of waiting any longer." She said apologetically, patting Charles on the shoulder gently in hopes of calming him down.

He went even redder if it was possible. Gulping at the feeling of her hands on his bare arm, he let out a awkward laugh and scratched at the back of his neck. Brain spinning for something to say and coming up short as he looked at her , stood in front of him in denim shorts and a tight metallica tank top. All of her tattoos proudly on display, her thick and unruly hair piled up ontop of her head in a messy knot.

She looked like a wet dream. Charles still felt like he could faint. Sweat gathering at the back of his neck as he swallowed thickly , trying to shovel up any remaining confidence that he had.

Which was not very much at all.

"Oh . Okay. Well she's on my couch eating cheesy tortillas . she's not allergic to them or anything is she?" He said in slight worry , crossing his arms in front of his chest slowly.

Becoming increasingly aware of how he looked right then. He grimaced in embarrassment as he looked down at himself in his old checkered boxer shorts and stained shirt, pig slippers on his feet. Of all days to look like this... he groaned internally . Pierre was going to have a field day over this when he told him.

Cherrie laughed softly , looking at him with a smile. "No. No. I'm sorry that she's stealing your food and breaking into your home. She just does whatever the hell she wants to I'm afraid." She sighed , reminding herself to scold her mischievous four year old later.

Charles just chuckled "it's okay. She did deny my water though. She wanted Fanta." He told her as he led her into his apartment . Giving a anxious look towards her as she slid past him confidently , not at all phased by the sudden situation that she had found herself In.

"Star baby..." she called over to her daughter with a raise of her brow , crossing her arms over her chest and attempting to give her a stern look despite how amused she felt at the absolute balls her child had.

Star paused with a chocolate in her hand, having ran into the kitchen and broke into his candy stash while Charles was busy embarrassing himself in front of her mother.

Looking like butter wouldn't melt on a stick as she quickly shoved the chocolate into her mouth, smiling innocently up at Cherrie as her cheeks bulged from the chocolate.

She tried to talk with her mouth full "Charles- as-a-ooofff- you-" they could barely make out a word that she was trying to say.

Charles chuckled in amusement , shaking his head in amazement at how confident the four year old was to just invade his kitchen like she owned the place despite having never even met him before today.

Cherrie grimaced at stars lack of manners , shooting Charles a apologetic glance. She tried not to laugh when he blushed and quickly looked away from her as soon as she met his gaze which had already been on her.

So cute. She mentally cooed. Surprised af herself for thinking so.

She usually found herself attracted to the rough around the edges, tattooed and twice her size, looked like they could kill someone and probably had daddy issues , kind of men.

So it was a nice surprise to feel those familiar butterflies fly around her stomach as soon as she glimpsed at his bashful smile , his cheeks a lovely rosy red that would match his car perfectly. Huh. Who would have thought.

Not her, that was for sure. She looked away from him and back to her daughter with a small smile, pushing away the weird and sudden urge that she had felt to give Charles a hug. He just looked so huggable.

What the hell was wrong with her? She found her men fuckable, not huggable! Was this some type of mid twenties crisis that she was entering? Finding men that she would usually not gravitate towards to so yummy all of a sudden?

Oh my god. She inhaled subtly and kept her calm and cool facade. She was the one cool one. The untouchable woman that ate men like him for breakfast.

She fixed her face and reminded herself of the bad bitch that she was.

"What have I told you about talking with your mouth full star? Don't do that please." She told her daughter sternly. Leaning over to wipe the corners of her four year olds mouth with a tissue that she pulled out of her pocket. She was a mother after all. She was always prepared for messes like this.

Charles tried not to grin when the sassy child side eyed him as she swallowed the stolen chocolate messily, her chubby stained cheeks evidence that that was not the only chocolate that she had stolen before they arrived back.

"Charles has your picture on the wall mommy! Look!" She snitched on him immediately, giggling naughtily when Charles face paled, his eyes going wide in embarrassment.

He looked over at a grinning Cherrie in panic, heart racing in his chest as he tried to explain himself quickly.

"Not weirdly! I'm just- I just- I like your music." He blurted out , mortified.

Cherrie looked at the sexy Rolling Stones cover that he had blown up on his wall in amusement , feeling her chest go all gooey. Aww. Someone had a little crush on her. How cute.

She snorted "I don't think it's only my music that you like." She teased him confidently , ever the flirt.

Charles just groaned in embarrassment and covered his burning face with his hands , unable to take it anymore. He wanted the Earth to open up and swallow him whole.

She then walked carefully over to his trophy's and awards , raising a impressed brow as she looked through them all.

Humming quietly to herself "a world champion yet?"

He hesitantly walked over to her, standing by her side as he glanced for a moment over to her daughter to see her sneaking off the couch and running back into his kitchen to steal some more chocolate again.

He shook his head in amusement , hiding a grin as he looked away from the four year old and pretended not to notice her stealing his extremely expensive box of chocolates from Dubai.

"Not yet." He simply answered her. Fiddling with his fingers as he glanced shyly at her.

Cherrie just hummed again, smirking to herself as she looked back at him. "Soon?" She casually asked again.

He laughed softly "hopefully yes. That's the dream"

She patted his shoulder gently as she moved around him to kneel down to his record player instead, starting to thumb throw his records nosily.

Charles could see where her daughter had gotten it from. The both of them confidently going around his home like they owned the place. It made his stomach fuzzy. He wished that he had a inch of that confidence.

Cherrie seemed to agree as she told him "say that with some more confidence in yourself Charles. You'll never win otherwise." Speaking from experience herself. She wasn't a record breaking Grammy winner for no reason.

He slowly nodded his head with a small smile , leaning against the wall behind him as he watched her pull out all three vinyl's of her albums. Holding them in her tattooed hands with a surprised look on her pretty face, she glanced up at him with a soft smile

"You really do like my music huh? Not just my good lucks?" She was surprised. Not picturing Charles as someone that would listen to her type of music.

He laughed bashfully , biting on the inside of his cheek to hold back his starstruck grin.

"Yeah." He breathed out through his laugh, scratching the back of his neck nervously. "I already told you that. Your lucks are just a great bonus." He tried to joke, his shyness making him a little quieter than necessary.

But luckily Cherrie was close enough to hear every mumbled word . She grinned up at him, pleasantly surprised by his humour.

"Amen to that!" She laughed as she stood back up, casually walking over to the couch and taking a seat. She laid out the vinyls next to her and picked up the first one.

"Star! Put those chocolates down and have a drink of this water please!" She called over to her daughter without even glancing her way.

Charles chuckled as he watched star freeze with her hands half way in the large chocolate box, sat cross legged on his kitchen floor beside a open cupboard that she had raided.

She frowned and then immediately looked at Charles with a pout , widening her eyes at him and blinking rapidly . "Please-" she started to plead.

Cherrie warned her "Star-"

Charles took one look at the four year olds pouting face and big bambi eyes and crumpled, "it's okay. She can have them. I wasn't going to eat them anyway." He lied. He had payed €500 euro for them, he was saving them for a special day. But this seemed like one anyways.

It wasn't everyday that he got to have his favourite rockstar and her cute daughter in his home.

Star cheered loudly , grinning up at him with one of her teeth missing. Dimples creasing her chubby cheeks. Charles heart melted at the sight.

Cherrie picked up a pen from his table and started to sign the vinyls for him, shaking her head in amusement at how her daughter somehow already managed to have poor Charles wrapped around her tiny finger already.

"Say thank you Star. And get up off the floor please." She muttered to her as she focused on her task in front of her.

Charles silently walked over to the four year old on his kitchen floor . He carefully closed the wide open cabinet beside her and held out his hand to help her up.

Star looked up at him with a cheeky grin , whispering to him hopefully "will you have Fanta next time I come here?"

Charles chuckled , he had to. His heart already giddy at the thought of them coming around again. God. He felt like he was dreaming.

Where had this luck been for him last season? He really could have done with it then. Maybe he would have been a world champion already.

"Okay. But take a sip of the water , yes? It's good to stay hydrated." He told her gently . His heart melting as her small hand slid into his own, gently pulling her off the floor and leading her back over to the couch.

She sighed dramatically as he held onto her hand while she climbed up onto the other couch that was opposite her mother. Passing her the bottle of water carefully , making sure that she didn't spill it.

"Okay but Fanta is hydrating too Charles." She told him straight . Hinting at him not so subtly.

Both he and Cherrie laughed , Cherrie glancing over at him with a smile. "I'm sorry about her. She's got a bit of an attitude. All confidence , no subtlety I'm afraid. Not afraid of anyone or anything." She told him.

Star glanced over to her mother with a identical cheeky  smirk to her own. . "Daddy said that it's because I'm just like you."

Cherrie just rolled her eyes fondly "daddy's a idiot. Drink your water." She told her . Then she turned her attention back to a amused Charles with a smile.

She passed him the signed vinyls silently , Charles taking them from her curiously . His smile widening as he glanced down to see her pretty handwriting sprawled across them . 

"For my biggest fan." She teased him.

He blushed, laughing sheepishly as he carefully took a seat beside her on the couch. So close that he could smell her vanilla perfume.

"Thank you. I would sign something for you but Star told me that you're a Mercedes fan." He stated. His eyes scanning her pretty face , unable to look away.

He took in her button nose that had two small, silver  hoop piercings on the left side. Pouty lips painted a dark red , her dark eyes smoky with dark liner. Makeup perfect as usual.

That picture on his wall was beautiful. But to have her in front of him like this ... to be able to count each freckle on her cheeks and see the creases by her shiny eyes when she smiled.. it simply took his breath away.

She was otherworldly and Charles felt like a giddy schoolboy with a crush, trying not to giggle and blush as she looked at him with a smirk, shaking her pretty head in amusement .

"My daughter likes to wind people up for her own sick amusement." She informed him. A little too proudly. But she couldn't help it.

How many other people had a four year old that was confident , sarcastic and liked to take the piss out of people for fun? Especially a racing driver? She was proud of her little sassy pants . She really was.

Charles was surprised , looking over to a giggling Star with his mouth dropped open. "And did she get that from you too? That was so mean Star!" He exclaimed , laughing.

The four year old simply stuck out her tongue at him, stuffing her face with his chocolates again now that she was finished with the water.

Cherrie just shrugged slyly "maybe. Were you hoping that I'd be a Ferrari fan?" She teased him, nudging his shoulder with her own gently.

Charles breath hitched at the contact, trying to play it cool. He knew that he failed as soon as he saw her little smirk, but he still tried anyways.

"Maybe. Are you not?" He really hoped that she was.

Cherrie messed with him a little, she just couldn't help it when he looked so cute . Looking up at her like she was some kind of goddess. His lips parted not so subtly , barely blinking as he gazed at her with shiny eyes. His cheeks having never lost their red tint since she had arrived.

She was so used to these arrogant and tough men that surrounded her. The type that didn't giggle. Didn't go red just from looking at her. Didn't fluster in her presence. Didn't crumple from just one smile.

It was refreshing to meet Charles and see someone like him, someone who was already so admired and loved by the rest of the world . Ferraris golden boy so clearly crushing on her... it made her heart sing and as she felt those butterflies swarm her chest and she could think was , oh boy. I think I'm falling in love again...

"I could be persuaded." She finally muttered after just gazing at his pretty face for a long moment. Admired his pretty eyes and even prettier smile. God, it should be illegal for a man to look like this. How the hell was she just supposed to get up and go back to her rockstar men now?

The answer was simple. She couldn't . But she wasn't going to give him it that easy. That just wasn't her style.

She could have a little fun with him yet..

With that thought in mind she swiftly got up from the couch and casually patted his head , giving him one last smirk and a mischievous wink that had Charles gaping up at her in awe. Heart racing in his chest at the mere sight of her.

"Come on Star. It's late and we've still got unpacking to do." She held out her hand for her daughter to take. The four year old quickly jumping down from the couch with her stolen chocolate box in her other hand, taking her mommy's hand and grinning toothily at the still frozen Charles happily.

"Bye bye Charlie! I'll bring my teddies tomorrow and we can have a tea party!" She told him loudly . Looking excited as she beamed at him.

Cherrie looked at her daughter and then at Charles with a slight grimace . "Charles is a really busy guy baby.. I don't think that he-" she was about to let her down. Not expecting Charles to want to take time out of his day to play with her crazy little daughter who had already broken into his home today.

But Charles surprised her again. He quickly shook his head and stood up, following them to the door with a warm smile on his lips .

"It's okay! We can play." He smiled at a excited Star softly before looking at Cherrie with wide eyes "if that's okay with you obviously-" he panicked.

Cherrie quickly calmed him down with a giggle, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear and swallowing . Unable to believe how kind and nice he was being towards them.

The butterflies turns into a whole damn zoo.

"Are you sure? She can be a lot? And I do have a meeting tomorrow afternoon-"

Charles shook his head with a smile, gently placing his hand on her arm and squeezing softly . "I really don't mind. It'll be fun! I was only going to game anyway! My friend Pierre will be coming over sometime tomorrow too. You can definitely make him Join our tea party." He slyly told the four year old who gasped excitedly, grinning mischievously up at him.

"I'll make him wear a tiara!" She exclaimed. Charles high fiving her quickly.

Cherrie just grinned s the pair of them fondly "okay." She breathed out. Not knowing what to do with these new, sudden feelings she had . "I er- I'll come over with her in the morning then. I can't stay long because of the meeting but her dad will pick her up about four? Is that okay?" She said to him hopefully. Not used to the guys that she liked taking any interest in her daughter too.

Her overconfidence and attitude usually scares them away. They were identical in that sense seeing as guys were usually that way about her too.

Charles tried not to let his fear show at the thought of Stars father , Leon, the same Leon that had knocked out many a man in just one round in the ring. The same Leon that looked absolutely terrifying from what he could remember.

He just kept smiling at her, pushing his intimidating thoughts aside. "Yeah that's okay! Is he-" he hesitated . Glancing at a distracted Star for a moment before looking back at Cherrie "is he okay with me looking after her? I don't want to upset him or anything-" he liked his nose as it was.

Cherrie just waved off his concern with a grin "oh yeah he'll be fine with it! I'll let him know, so don't worry! He's actually a fan of yours . So if anything he'll be excited!" She told him happily .

She then leant in to give him a hug and Charles brain short circuited. His breath hitching in his throat as he hesitantly hugged her back, breathing in her sweet perfume before she pulled away.

She smiled at him and Charles knew then that he was completely and utterly fucked.

"Fanta tomorrow please Charlie!" Star grinned up at him as she suddenly wrapped him up in a hug too, copying her mother. She squeezed him tightly , barely reaching his hips.

His smile softened as he  bent down and hugged her back affectionately. Giving her a small squeeze back bedore ruffling her hair softly and pulling away.

By the time they had all said their goodbyes and a impatient star dragged Cherrie away with a demand to play with her dolls, Charles was left in a daze as he slowly closed the door behind him with a star struck sigh.

Unable to believe what the hell had just happened to him. He crossed his fingers over his heart and prayed to whoever was listening that tomorrow went as well as today did too. Maybe he'd find some magical confidence out of nowhere too and ask her out.

A man could dream.

The next morning found Cherrie stood in front of her largest mirror , double checking herself over and over again as she fiddled with her now straightened hair for the hundredth time in a matter of minutes, huffing to herself. Not satisfied at all.

Her four year old daughter was sat at the end of her bed in a poofy , bright red sparkly gown and a obnoxiously large crown on her little head that kept nearly falling off every time she moved around to look at something. Cherrie had tried to convince her to wear something more casual and comfortable, only getting a judgmental look in response.

Star was a spoiled princess and she intended to look like one too. Cherrie supposed that she only had herself to blame for that. She didn't get those diamonds and pretty ball gowns from a ghost after all. She had them custom made for her princess , sparkles and all. She just couldn't help it. She loved her baby .

"Are you nervous to see Charlie again mommy?" Star finally called her out after another few minutes of watching her mother fiddle with her long hair again, unable to remove herself away from the mirror.

Cherrie paused in her faffing , looking over her shoulder at her smirking four year old with narrowed eyes. Sometimes she hated how perceptive Star was .

What kind of four year old could call her out on her bullshit constantly like this? It was unbelievable. Nothing could escape her curious gaze.

"No. Of course not. Mommy doesn't get nervous." She lied as she adjusted her chest in the tight tank top that she was wearing , making sure that she looked good. Wearing some cute ripped denim shorts too, she quickly slid on some beat up Converse as she eyed the time .

Star giggled at her mischievously "you get nervous when you think they're cute. Katie said that you like boys with accents too. Charles had a accent mommy." She told her matter of factly , smugness written across her chubby face.

Cherrie mentally cursed out her gossiping best friend and nosy four years old daughter that had gotten it into her mind that she wanted her mother to have a new boyfriend now .

It was embarrassing, having her toddler basically wingman for her. Star had once walked straight up to a Spanish footballer that she had heard Cherrie giggling about to her friends , she has then proceeded to bluntly tell said footballer that her mother found him 'hot when he was sweaty' and then asked him if 'he had a girlfriend and did he want one because her mommy didn't have a boyfriend either!'.

Cherrie had never been more mortified than she has that night. Dragging her loudmouth daughter away before she could do anymore damage . Calling over her shoulder to the shell shocked footballer that her daughter was crazy and to ignore every single thing that he had just been told.

It was another reason why Cherrie tried to keep Star away from people. She was determined to find her mommy a man, she was insufferable. And Cherrie completely blamed her mother and best friend who never shut up about her still being single.

Every dinner it was the same old 'why haven't you settled down yet?' Along with a confused 'you can have any man you want cherrie! Why are you coming home empty handed again?!'

Quite frankly Cherrie was sick of it. But she hated how much they were right.

She had been single for a long time now and it was... lonely. She missed having somebody to talk about her day with. Someone to cook with , someone to just have fun with. To just come home and cuddle , to just laze around and love without any boundaries.

She missed being in love and she missed someone being in love with her in return.

She may have been this untouchable ice queen to everybody else but she was still human. She just wanted to be adored. She wanted to be wanted so much that they wouldn't even dare to glance at another woman that wasn't her. Was that so bad?

She didn't think so and clearly her daughter didn't either . And Cherrie had a fluttering feeling that Star had locked her eyes onto a new target in her mission to 'get mommy a boyfriend'.

Poor Charles had no idea what he was going to get himself into.

Cherrie smiled at the thought of him, so cute and so pretty . Would it really be so bad to ask him out? Maybe she could invite him over and cook him some dinner. She wondered if he liked pasta, she made some really fucking good pasta. And double chocolate chip cookies too.

Didn't they say that the way to a mans heart was through his stomach? She grabbed a container full of cookies that she had made last night , deciding that it wouldn't hurt to try.

"You need to be really good for him today Star . I mean it! Tone it down on the sass!" She warned her daughter sternly as they walked over to his apartment slowly.

The four year old was holding a large backpack full of her toys in her hands, having packed it herself. She just giggled naughtily "I will mommy! But do you like Charlie? Tell me!" She wanted to know as they both paused outside his door for a moment.

Cherrie just sighed and looked at her in amusement "I think he had pretty eyes and a really nice smile. That enough for you?" She laughed .

Star giggled "you like him! I knew it!" She smugly exclaimed.

Cherrie hushed her quickly "okay! Okay! Keep it to yourself. I can get myself a man on my own okay? Don't be getting involved again!" She warned her as she knocked on the door loudly.

Star just grinned mischievously to herself , not answering her. Refusing to comply. Cherrie just hoped that she wouldn't embarrass her too much, because she did like Charles and despite her cool facade , she wanted him to like her too.

She crossed her fingers and wished for the best.

Pierre was struggling to hold in his snickering as he sat on the couch in charles apartment , watching his best friend talk to Cherrie in the kitchen while her four year old daughter 'unpacked' for their play date.

Or more like he was watching in second hand embarrassment as Charles tried so hard to flirt with the rockstar and failed terribly.

Unable to take his wide eyes away from her as he looked at her hair that was usually so wild and curly , now flat ironed and reaching her hips smoothly, shining underneath the sunlight that streamed through the windows. He was mesmerised.

"Your hair-" he blurted out nervously , grinning at her crookedly . He wanted to compliment her and tell her how good she looked. How her hair frames her face beautifully and highlighted her sharp cheekbones perfectly.

Instead of a compliment though, what came out of his lips sounded more like a accusation "what have you done to it?" Flushing bright right as soon as he heard his own words to himself.

Cherrie paused and frowned at him in confusion , gently running her fingers through her hair that she had spent hours straightening that morning to look good.

"I straightened it? Why? I thought it looked good? It makes me look sexy, no?" Her Spanish accent was thick with confusion. Having expected a 'you look pretty' and not a 'what the hell have you done to your hair?' From him.

Charles waved his hands around his face in panic, spluttering to correct himself . While Pierre tried not to die from laughter in the other room.

"No! I mean- I don't mean no you don't look sexy! I mean yes- you do. You always do- I was just trying to say- your curls- it's different- a GOOD different-" he panicked , tripping over his own words horrifyingly. Wanting to die right then and there.

Even Star sighed loudly at his humiliation , shaking her tiny head at him with disappointment. She looked at Pierre and said "what's wrong with him?" Genuinely curious to why he was behaving like such a fool in front of her mother.

Pierre laughed even harder, grinning widely at the four year old in pure amusement. Oh god. He couldn't wait to tell the rest of their friends about this. This was just too good!

"He's trying to flirt with her and failing terribly." He told her daughter straight. Not expecting her to understand . But she did.

The little child marched straight into the kitchen like a woman on a mission, not stopping until she was stood beside a flustered Charles who slowly looked down at her , mortified .

"Just tell her that she looks pretty idiot!" She slapped at his leg since that was all she could reach, rolling her little eyes at him in exasperation.

Cherrie just laughed while Charles mouth dropped open in shock, looking at the four year old in disbelief.

"Oh my god." Was all he could say. Feeling like he was having a nightmare now. This could not be happening to him.

His flirting was so bad that a toddler had to step in and help him. He wasn't ever going to be able to live this down.

Cherrie grinned at him in amusement , heart melting at the way he couldn't meet her gaze. "You think I look pretty Charles?" She made it easier for him.

He just nodded his head quickly, sighing long and hard. He found the courage to meet her eyes and said quietly "yes. Very much so. You look like a dream. And I love your hair. That was what I was supposed to say."

Pierre snorted "what kind of dream Charles?" He then looked over at Cherrie and grinned slyly "I once heard him say your name in his sleep-"

Charles picked up the closest thing to him, which happened to be a roll of kitchen paper, and threw it at his friend quickly to shut him up. Face burning.

"Okay! Enough of that!" He shouted, clapping his hands together with a nervous laugh. He glanced down at a grinning star again "don't we have a tea party to get to?"

Star gasped excitedly and took ahold of his hand , dragging him into the front room again without any hesitation. Pushing him down to sit on the floor where she had laid out a velvet blanket, she started pulling out her tiny tea set. Taking it very seriously.

Cherrie took the time to wander over to Pierre, watching in amusement as her daughter pulled out a large tiara and plonked it ontop of Charles head.

He adjusted it on his hair , all of his attention on her daughter with a fond smile . "Are we both princesses then? I really like this dress!" He said in a amazement as he looked at her big poofy gown that she was wearing.

Star confidently shook her head, sitting down beside him and handing him a tiny teacup . "No. I'm the queen. You're the princess Charlie! You do as I say. And I say that.." she pulled out a large unicorn teddy and placed it on his lap with a toothy grin "you have to look after sparkly!"

Charles just laughed , shaking his head in amazement. He briefly looked up and met cherries gaze that was already set on him. He gave her a shy smile bedore focusing back on her daughter, getting into his princess roll as she poured him the 'tea'.

"Does Charles like pasta? Wine? Flowers?" Cherrie murmured to Pierre quietly , stomach turning into a whole damn zoo as she watched Charles play with Star without any hesitation. The smile never leaving his face.

Pierre looked at her curiously "pasta, yes. Champagne over wine and flowers.. I don't know. Doesn't everyone like them?" He answered her slowly . Cocking his head at her , still amazed that Charles had somehow managed to have his dream girl in his home like this. "Why?"

Cherrie just shrugged with a small smirk playing on her lips. "Because I'm going to ask him on a date tonight. When I get back from work." She informed him bluntly . "Do you think he'll say yes?"

Pierre looked at her like she was insane "he might pass out before he can say yes! He's in love with you! You have absolutely nothing to worry about . He'd marry you right now if you asked him to. That's how whipped he is!" He whispered to her seriously.

Cherrie grinned , pleased. Then she pushed herself off the couch and got their attention again. "I'm gonna head out. I'll try not to be too long. Are you sure that you're okay looking after her until Leon comes to get her?" She made sure again as she grabbed her purse, ready to leave.

Charles, with a tiara on his head and a tiny teacup in his hand just gave her A grin and a quick thumbs up, nodding his head . "Of course! She's safe with us! Have fun! I'll see you later?" He questioned hopefully . Completely lovestruck by her.

Cherrie giggled and nodded her head, yes. Humming happily "of course! There's cookies in the kitchen Charles . I made them. So enjoy honey." She gave him another quick wink and just like that she was gone.

Leaving Charles to sigh like a fool, grinning widely as he took a pretend drink from his teacup, star reaching over to refill it again with a happy smile on her chubby cheeks.

Ready to play wingman now that her mother had gone. She looked at Charles seriously and asked him bluntly "do you want a girlfriend? 'Cause my mommy doesn't have a boyfriend but she wants one and she said that she thinks you're really pretty and that she likes your smile and accent." She gushed out to him without any hesitation. Snitching on her mother immediately.

Charles just gaped at her in shock, cheeks going pink as he let out a flustered giggle. "Really? She said that?" He couldn't believe it. Neither could Pierre who was shaking his head at his usually so unlucky friend in amazement.

Star just nodded her head "yes she did but a lot of boys like mommy so you better hurry up. You're replaceable." She told him matter of factly before casually moving on.

Pierre burst into hysterical laughter while Charles just blinked over at the four year old in disbelief. Unable to believe what he was hearing.

He felt like he was living in some strange dream that he had conjured up about Cherrie after seeing her on stage for the first time years ago. Where had this type of luck Been all of his life?!

A few hours later and Charles was sat at his kitchen table with a face full of bright pink blush and pink lipstick smeared across his chin, bright blue sparkly eyeshadows across his eyelids alongside a shimmering golden scarf that the four year old had managed to almost strangle his neck with.

Because apparently she had brought her barbie makeup kit in that bag with her too and suddenly halfway through their tea party, Charles found himself getting a makeover by a giggling star who was having the time of her life playing with him.

Pierre was taking a hundred and one photos of his new look as he sat there with his glittery makeup , munching on the cookies that Cherrie had made for him, unbothered by his friends consistent giggles. She was happy and if he had to look like a fucked up, melted Barbie for that to happen. Then so be it.

"These cookies are so good. I can't believe she made me them. She's so sweet. I didn't think she'd be this sweet. She looks so cool and mysterious ya know?" He rambled to Pierre absentmindedly , keeping one eye on the four year old that running around his apartment while loudly singing some Spanish song that he had never heard before. So cute. But so loud.

Pierre smirked over at him in amusement , nodding his head in slight agreement . "Yeah , she does look like the type of woman to break kneecaps and hearts but for some reason, she seems pretty taken with you." He mused , honestly surprised.

He gave him a look "I'm honestly as shocked as you are because you are so not her usual type." He said bluntly. But he was only being honest.

Charles chuckled , looking at him with a hopeful raise of his brow. Scratching lightly at the glitter covering his flushed cheeks . Heart racing in his chest at the thought of Cherrie liking him too.

"Do you really think that I have a chance with her?" He asked Pierre quietly , still feeling like he was in a dream.

So many times he had dreamed of meeting his favourite rockstar and the two of them falling madly in love with each other. But he had never accounted for it ever happening.

They were from two different worlds, two wildly different personalities. Yet here she was. Smiling at him and baking him cookies . Her daughter playing tea parties with him and stealing all of his candy from his kitchen as though it was just another regular Tuesday. He couldn't believe it. He really couldn't.

"I mean.. she's just- a legend. Literally a dream. How do I even woo a woman like that? She Probably eats guys like me for her breakfast. She's just so cool.." he sighed out , taking yet another cookie from the container.

God. She was a amazing baker too. What couldn't she do?

Pierre laughed lightly and simply shrugged at him "I think that you just need to keep being yourself because for some reason she seems to like that. So.." he said "you must be doing something right." And he was right.

Before Charles could answer him, there was a loud knock at the door that had them all freezing. Even Pierre looking a little scared as they realised who it must be.

"That'll be Leon. Oh my god." Pierre muttered nervously "did you see the last boxing match he did? Broke the guys jaw in half mate!" He unhelpfully said to his anxious friend.

Charles inhaled shakily as he hesitated before jumping out of his seat at the sound of another hard knock. His heart almost jumping out of his chest in fear.

Chewing on the inside of his cheek nervously "what do I say?" He whisper shouted to Pierre as he slowly walked to the door, dreading every step.

Pierre was as panicked as he was, shrugging helplessly "hello maybe?"

Charles just give him a glare. Taking in a deep breath and gathering all over his courage before finally swinging open his front door.

"Hello!" He blurted out as his neck tilted up and up.. and up. His eyes widening as he was met with a six foot two beast of man looking down at him .

Arms as big as tree trunks, the muscles almost bulging out is his clothes as he stood there in tight leather pants and a band tshirt, man bun and scruffy  beard and all. Covered from head to toe in tattoos just like Cherrie was, more than double his size in , well, everything .

Charles wondered if this was what his murderer would look like . He swallowed thickly as his throat ran dry, unable to do anything but blink up at her ex boyfriend and baby daddy fearfully. Heart racing in his chest.

Oh my god. He thought weakly to himself. Neck still tipt painfully back as he looked up thin. This guy was fucking huge!

Then he grinned down at Charles , voice deep and gruff as he said casually "Charles Leclerc! So good to meet you! How are you man?!" As he clapped him on his back happily. His threatening image immediately dissolving into nothing but friendliness.

Charles exhaled loudly in relief when he didn't immediately punch him , moving aside to let the beast like man in. "I'm-I'm good yeah! Star wanted me to be a princess so.." he chuckled nervously as he gestured to his glitter filled face that was coated horrendously in the cheap makeup.

Leon just laughed and patted his back again, almost sending him into the wall from how strong he was. Pierre was looking at them with wide eyes , his head snapping between the comical sight in front of him.

Charles looked like a tiny mouse compared to this guy. He tried not to laugh at how terrified his best friend looked as he gazed up at Leon , utterly speechless and not knowing what to do or say.

"Sounds like star. Although I must say.." Leon chuckled casually "you make a better race driver than a princess." Before Star came running over to her dad quickly at the sound of his voice.

Beaming as she ran into his arms and gave him a hug, Leon bending down to her height as he gave her kisses and told her how much he missed her.

Charles softened at the sight , realising that Cherrie was right. Despite his terrifying appearance, he seemed to be a really nice guy. He felt himself relax a little in his presence before the four year old menace opened her big mouth again.

"Charlie is going to be mommy's new boyfriend daddy!" She exclaimed happily to her father as she pulled away. Looking very proud of herself.

Charles paled white , eyes going wide in panic as he looked between the grinning four year old and her monster of a father who could snap him in half like a twig if he wanted to.

"No!er- that's not- that's not true! Nothing like that has happened . I promise! Not a boyfriend!" He stammered out, terrified.

Star just grinned mischievously at him "yet." She added with a naughty giggle . Enjoying every single second of panic that she caused him.

Pierre was back to hysterically laughing, leaning his hand out to give the girl a proud high five. Enjoying this far too much.

Charles just stood there , frozen , speechless, as he looked helplessly at her ex boyfriend beside him. Hoping that he wasn't about to get his nose rearranged from this.

Luckily for him, Leon was a good guy. Seeing his panicked and pale face, he let out a chuckle and told him casually . "I know. Cherrie told me on the phone. She sounded like she likes you. Never heard so many ways to say that somebody has nice eyes before." Smirking at him in amusement as he leaned against the wall behind him with his big arms crossed over his chest comfortably.

Momentarily forgetting his paralysing fear, he smiled sheepishly . "Really? She talked to you about me? What did she say?" He mumbled shyly , heart reading in his chest.

And Leon realised then that Cherrie really wasn't kidding when she told him what a sweet and nice guy Charles was. How different he was to her usual type of assholes and cunts that she dated.

He felt himself relax and smile easier. Knowing that his baby mama and his daughter were gonna be in safe hands.

This guy couldn't hurt a fly! Leon decided them that he liked Charles , he decided to help him out the best that he could as well.

"Just about how nice you were . Different than the guys back home. I've seen you drive. You're really cool. But I assumed that you'd be a arrogant asshole, you have every right to be one. Ferrari's golden boy." He chuckled, friendly , not meaning it badly.

"But you seem like a good guy . And that's what Cherrie needs. I was getting sick of breaking those assholes jaws every time they fucked her over. I don't want to go to jail again but ya know.." he casually told him as he picked up one of her cookies to eat.

Pierre's and Charles small , shocked "jail again?" Going unheard. They exchanged a glance , Charles taking a small step away from Leon just to be safe.

"Oh. Well..I can promise you that I won't treat her badly. I really like her. She's just- she scares me a little honestly." That was an understatement "I didn't think that she would like me." He muttered honestly . Still unable to believe his luck.

Leon just laughed "yeah. She acts all tough and she can be a mega bitch sometimes but she's amazing really! She'll keep you on your toes!" He winked at him . "Too good for a man like me. But you?" He looked at him consideringly "yeah. I think you might just be what she needs. Her mama is gonna love you. You better get ready for the rest of her crazy family to never leave you alone if you get together! Two of her brothers are in jail but they're great guys! Her father used to be a underground fighter too!" He proudly told them. His accent thick.

Pierre looked at him with a gaping mouth "have you all just spent casual time in jail then?" He muttered in shock at how casually he was speaking about it as though it was nothing. Poor Charles didn't know whether to laugh or faint.

Leon looked at him with a blinding smile "of course! It builds great character. But Cherrie is too pretty for jail so maybe you can calm her down and keep her safe ah?" He looked at Charles pointedly . Liking him for her.

He patted his shoulder again as he picked up star in his arms, the four year old tiredly yawning as she cuddled into his huge arms. Her crown sat sideways on her tiny head.

"Now I'm gonna go. Get the princess some real food and a nap I think." He told them kindly "Cherrie should be back soon. So.." he looked at Charles with a nice smile "don't look so scared! Make a move! You'll be surprised. She's a real softy inside!" He told him encouragingly before leaving .

Star waving at them tiredly , Blowing them air kisses over his shoulder as they left . Charles and Pierre waving at her with small smiles on their faces, utterly speechless .

Then they were alone. There was a long pause of shocked silence before Pierre finally broke it and said in disbelief "I can't believe that you got her baby daddy's approval to make a move on her!"

Charles blinked rapidly , just as shocked as he was. "I know! He had to duck to fit underneath the door mate! He was so big. I was shitting myself!" He admitted to him with wide eyes. Needing to take a seat again after that. His heart slowly beginning to calm down again.

Pierre laughed loudly in agreement "right! I can't believe it! You've got to be the luckiest man in the world right now! What's the game plan?" He asked him curiously.

Charles just looked at him helplessly , utterly lost. "I don't have one." He muttered honestly , still in shock. "I'm just gonna wing it and hope for the best." He said after a moment .

Pierre snorted in pure amusement "well let's hope it goes well then because I would not want to piss off a guy that huge! Especially when her family all like to take vacations in jail apparently!"

Charles didn't know that his face could pale any further. But it turns out, it was possible.

By the time that Cherrie finally arrived later that night , Charles had worked himself up into a sweat. Nervously wringing his fingers together as he opened his door slowly , a tired but smiling rockstar greeting him happily.

"How was she? Was she good for you? Not too much trouble?" She questioned him with a grin as she looked at his makeup and glitter covered face in amusement . Shaking her head in humour. But also adoration that Charles had actually let her daughter do this to him without any complaint .

Charles laughed softly and smiled back at her , unable to take his eyes off her. She looked beautiful when she smiled. Her eyes lit up too.

"She was very good! Very demanding." He laughed fondly "could definitely be a real queen with that attitude. She's super funny too." He said honestly. Having had a lot of fun playing with the four year old all day.

Cherrie took a smaller step closer to him subtly , smiling at him softly . "That's good then. I'm glad she had fun. Have you eaten?" She asked him, a plan already formed in her mind.

Charles laughed a little, shifting anxiously on his feet as he wondered how he could ask her out without making even more a fool out of himself .

"Er just your cookies. They were amazing. I loved them." He praised her with a grin.

She grinned back at him happily "yeah? I'm glad. You'll probably like my cooking then. How's pesto pasta sound? With some homemade brownies for desert.." she carefully wrapped her arms around his neck, smirking at the look of startlement on his face from her sudden touch.

"And a side of me too if you're good ?"

Charles didn't know where he found the confidence to mumble "that sounds like a full course meal." To her quietly .

Utterly Awestruck by her as he hesitantly placed his hands at the dip of her waist , barely breathing as their eyes locked together . The air around them quickly changing to something more..promising.

Don't faint. Don't faint . Don't faint. Please don't faint. He mentally chanted to himself over and over again.

She smirked at him slyly, gently pulling at the small hairs at the nape of his neck. Enjoying the way he let out a shuddering breath from her touch.

"Charles.." she whispered to him as she slowly lowered her face to his, giving him time to pull away if he wanted to.

He just let his eyes flutter closed as their noses gently nudged together, exhaling shakily against her lips as his heart hammered away quickly  in his chest.

"Yes?" He breathed out against her lips, hands clenching around her waist nervously. Just wanting to kiss her and never let her go again.

"Do you want do go on a date with me tonight? At my place?" She asked him quietly before quickly adding "after I've kissed you of course?"

He couldn't have nodded his head any quicker if he tried. Making her laugh lightly at the desperation written across his face as he swallowed thickly and muttered a small "yes please."

That being all it took before Cherrie finally closed the gap between them and kissed him softly , pressing their lips together as she pulled him in close. One arm around his neck and the other one sliding around his waist to keep him steady as she felt his knees almost buckle beneath him from her kiss.

Moaning into her mouth quietly as he melted into her body, hand coming up to cup her jaw gently as she deepened the kiss, parting his lips with her tongue as he shuddered against her, goosebumps littering his skin as he felt her nails scratch lightly at his neck as she kissed him like he had always dreamed of being kissed.

She was the one in control. His rockstar.

"Fuck." He breathed out shakily as she pulled away for only a moment to let him breath again.

His head falling back against the wall behind him as she move her lips down to his neck, kissing her way down his jaw and below his ear, softly sucking and leaving her mark on him as he panted breathlessly , his face flushed red before he stuttered out a quiet "do you want me to bring a bottle of champagne for our dinner?" Excited for their little dinner date even when she was kissing him.

She breathed out a giggle against his neck at his nervous words, pulling away to look up at him with a soft smirk tugging at her swollen lips. Shaking her head fondly at him as she intertwined their fingers together and led him quickly over to her apartment instead .

"Later." She simply answered him as she pulled him through her door and into her home swiftly .

Looking over her shoulder at his wide eyes glued to her , her smirk deepening slyly .

"want to see my bed?" She suggestively asked him. Already heading down the hall towards her room, knowing what his answer would be.

Charles felt like he was in heaven. And suddenly he became a track star as he sprinted after her as quickly as he possibly could, almost tripping over his own two feet in excitement as she beckoned him into her room with a sultry bend of her finger and a promising smirk on her face.

"Yes! Oh my god, yes!" He fumbled out with a nervous but giddy laugh as she pushed him down onto her ridiculously large bed with just one hard push.

His back landing against her mattress with a thud as the air was taken out from beneath him, gazing up at her with dark , but wide eyes. More turned on than he had ever been in his entire life.

"I'm going to fall in love with you." He felt the need to tell her seriously . Needing her to know that this wouldn't be just some casual hook up to him. She was all he had ever dreamed of. Literally.

There was no way that he could let her go now. He was absolutely fucked as soon as her four year old had broke into his home and stolen all of his chocolates for herself.

He had a overwhelming feeling then that this was it for him.

She just smirked down at him as she slowly crawled upon his body, straddling his hips as she lowered her lips against his trembling mouth again. Watching his throat Bob as he swallowed nervously, his eyes never leaving her own as his chest heaved from both nerves and excitement for what was about to come.

"Good. Because I think I'm gonna fall in love with you too." Was all she breathed out against his lips with a soft smile before closing the gap between them again and kissing him passionately , hands and tongues exploring every inch of skin that they could reach .

His dazed moans getting lost against her mouth along with their clothes as she got down to giving him a night that he had only ever dreamed of happening.

And to think that this never would have happened if his gaming chair hadn't had finally broken and send him folding himself in half, forcing him to buy a new one.

He really needed to to thank that little mischievous , four year old the next time she came for a tea party too. Because if she hadn't had broken into his home and stolen all of his chocolates , he wouldn't have met the love of his life like this either .

He was literally living his dream.

She was his rockstar now.

[meow-town]

Dee x Fem! Very Girly! Reader

Requested by @grape-flavored-lipgloss !! Took me a while because I wanted to mass-post a bunch of requests, but I really hope you enjoy this! (Pretty long because I adore this idea and went a little bit off of the rails)

Summary : Dee with very girly s/o who wears a lot of pink. The Shvagenbagens don’t necessarily like her at first but she gets them to warm up to her.

-You definitely weren’t the person he expected to fall for. He expected to start liking someone with his style, his taste in music, similar interests. Someone like Lif, to be honest.

-Obviously, you weren’t the person he’d want to date the least. Diana easily takes that spot.

-He recognized your sweetness, and how kind you were. You knew how to dress, and you obvious took care of yourself.

-The science fair was coming up, and teams were assigned for projects. His teacher forgot to sort him into a team, and when they found out, they were both pissed.

-The teacher, cause Dee hadn’t told him anything. And Dee, because now he couldn’t work alone like he wanted to. (Not me basing this off of my dee x reader story)

-Anyways, he got paired up with you and some other kid who didn’t do jack shit to contribute to the project.

-You we’re constantly nice and kind, and never got very aggressive with the other student, despite his laziness. You would give great ideas, constantly be giving words of encouragement to Dee when going through experiments, offer to hold equipment, etc, etc…

-You were a team, which means you all shared a group chat, which means he had your number. (Thankfully he already had it before he started crushing, otherwise he never would’ve worked up the courage to ask you for it).

-Because Dee’s petty as hell, he put credits in the science project so the teacher would know that you and him were the only ones who did work. He deleted the group chat, as well.

-After that, you spent the rest of the science fair with each other. People would crowd around your project stand, amazed. Because, lets be real, it’s Dee. He would explain how it worked, and you shared the thought process behind it.  -After that, he invited you to a drink at the vending machines, his treat. What a gentleman.

-You two had a conversation over fizzy sodas (or something else, if you don’t like those) and mostly complained about peers or teachers you hated. It brought you together, to say the least.

-He began to text you more, talk to you more and even choose to spend time with you over Lif! Lif!

-mf didn’t even notice he was crushing on you. He was just looking at you during lunch and it clicked.

-Dee’s internal monologue:

‘Are those new earrings? They look great. I should buy some jewelry for her, I know she likes that one brand. They match perfectly with her makeup. … She looks pretty in that makeup. …Prettier than… anyone else.  …

I don’t like her, thought. That’d be weird. She’s just my friend…. A very good friend….A very sweet friend who I can rely on… A very kind friend who just so happens to be the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, sweet little thing. I don’t like  her though, soft as her hair might look and as badly I might want to run my hands through it. Caring as she may be. I don’t like (f/n).

….

HOLY FUCK I LIKE (F/N)’

-The man was too stunned to speak 😦

-When I tell you he turned his head away SO FAST

-His face and neck were as red as a fire truck, and he was starting to sweat bullets.

-He choked on his food.

“Dee? Are you ok?”

-Can’t even face you. His coughing fit was interrupted by small, broken syllables.

“YE *COUGH* YEAH, IM *COUGH* FINE. DONT *COUGH,COUGH* WORRY”

-He went a whole other level of flustered when you started to pat his back. Heart beating at a thousand miles per hour. Palms growing sweatier.

-He couldn’t look at you for a straight WEEK. He avoided you everywhere he went, otherwise the whole blushy routine would start all over again. A part of him wanted to be by your side at all times though, so it was hard for him.

-When he started to hang out with you again, he had to mentally prepare himself for it. Just imagine Dee shouting to himself while he did his makeup every morning.

“Okay, Dee! You will go out there and you will be charming! And handsome! And she will fall for you!”

 -Heavy doesn’t have the heart to tell him that he can hear him from his room.

-Heavy already knew you from around school, and wasn’t judgmental of your style or friendship with Dee whatsoever! He though you looked very pretty, too!

-And back onto that, he gave away his brother.

-You were chatting, waiting for Dee to leave his final period. And out of the blue, Heavy went :

“Yeah, he was planning how to ask you out for months now! Never gets it right either.”

“He what?”

“Wait, he hasn’t told you yet?”

“Noooooo..?”

…

-Of course, you kind of figured and told him you also liked him. He’s really obvious. But the second Dee heard his brother had told you he liked you, he was seconds away from choking Heavy the way he did in the 2nd episode.

-He was really grateful once you reciprocated though.

-He asked for a kiss so shyly, too.

-His hands trembled as they cupped your cheeks 💓💥

-Meeting the folks was… interesting -Glam was very polite, he just didn’t expect a person so different from his son would win over his heart. -And I love Victoria, but she was straight up judgemental 😭

-She’s had a bad experience with girly girls, so she’s initially quite defensive. Thankfully, once you’re gone, the kids confront her about it.

“Ma, what is your problem with (f/n)?”

“Yeah! You keep giving her the stink-eye! She’s nice!”

-She gets super nervous and over sensitive. Glam knows about her past problems with girly girls and talks her through it. She’s on much better terms the next time you meet :)

-It gets awkward with the parents, but once you’ve proven to them you won’t hurt their son and that you’re very sweet, they treat you as a child of their own.

-Ches just full-on didn’t believe you were dating. You passed by his shop with Dee and Heavy and he cackled when Heavy told him you were dating. Once things got cleared up, he was very supportive although surprised.”

“Wow, you actually got a girlfriend. And here I thought you were going to be one of those guys who stays a virgin until 40…”

“UNCLE CHES-”

-Lif through your dynamic was super cute and she drew you two together! (Also she’s very glad Dee likes you because she was scared of rejecting the guy)