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hannieehaee · 5 months

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them accidentally ditching you on your bday pt. 2 - hhu

content: angsty, gender neutral, established relationship, conflict resolution, direct continuation to this, fluff, happy ending, etc.

part 1

wc: 3889

a/n: literally so many ppl requested thisjhdf im glad u guys liked it!! im working on vu and pu versions for this rn btw <3

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seungcheol -

seungcheol sat there for a minute or so, simply pondering at what had just happened. it was 100% his fault, that was something he was very well aware of. he knew that it had simply slipped his mind, but that did not wipe away the hurt he saw in your eyes upon entering your shared apartment. knowing that you had been waiting for him all day made him feel like an asshole. he couldn't believe that he had forgotten about your birthday even upon coming home at midnight the night prior. he felt like such a hypocrite, always whining at people to give him royalty treatment on his birthday but absolutely ignoring you during yours. you, his most favorite person.

he felt hurt that you had decided to spend the night with some friends, instead of in the arms of your boyfriend, but he understood. this was what he deserved. god knew that he wouldve pulled out all the dramatics if you had done the same to him, which was why he was now at a standstill, not knowing what he should do. he wanted to see you so badly, get on his knees and apologize, letting you know over and over again that you were the most vital person in his life and that forgetting you was something that not even he could forgive himself for.

now, he could've sat there and lamented himself over his stupid mistake, or he could run after you before you made it out of the building. he did not want you going to bed angry, or much worse, sad, so he picked the latter and got off his ass to chase after you, not caring about his current exhaustion as he took the stairs rather than the elevator in order to be able to catch up to you before you made it to your car.

luckily for him, he was able to catch you just as you stepped out of the elevator (having ran down five flights of stairs and almost injuring himself in the process), completely unsuspecting to his sudden ambush. he hadn't noticed until now, but you had dressed up, clearly ready to go clubbing or partying with your friends. he felt bad to get in the way of your plans. no, he felt horrible to accidentally ditch you and then ruin your plans. but he needed to at least try and make amends. he knew that if this were him, he'd want you to try and make it up to him.

you jumped back a bit at seungcheol's sudden apparition as you rounded the corner upon exiting the elevator, seemingly not having expected him to come after you.

"cheol, what are you doing?", you didn't seem mad, but your tone let him know you were clearly not content with him.

okay, he didn't think as far as this. his main goal was just to convince you to stay, then he would come up with a way to make it up to you.

"baby, i ... i'm so sorry. i know how hypocritical this is coming from me. i never meant to forget, you know that! there's nothing i can do to make up for having forgotten about you today, but please, please let me try."

"cheol .. i don't know," you paused, "last year when i texted you at 12:03 you complained about it for over an hour. you're the one always making a big deal about this. i assumed you'd care when the shoe was on your foot, but apparently not."

"i do! i do care. baby, please. let me take you out. ditch your friends. i'll take you somewhere. anywhere. i'll even take you out tomorrow too! i'll take the day off. how does that sound?"

"you cant take the day off, cheol. you're an idol-"

"i dont care! they can come and try to drag me away from you if they want. i want to be with you. please let me. please don't leave. cant stand the thought of you going to sleep alone after what i did."

you chuckled at the first half of his statement, feeling touched at the second part of it.

"are you sure?"

he scoffed, deciding to go on a leap and hold onto your hands, pulling you closer to him, "yes! there's nothing i wanted to do more today than be with you! it mightve slipped my mind that today was the day, but i had a beautiful day for us planned, baby. will you let me show you? please?"

cheol knew it was hard for you to say no to him, specially when he whined and pouted at you, giving you his best performance in order for you to understand how badly he felt. it didn't take much more for you to break, finally letting a smile graced your face as you squeezed his hands in yours.

"you better make this worth my while, choi seungcheol," god, he hated when anyone called him that, but you were the exception.

"always."

wonwoo -

wonwoo was astonished at himself, for lack of a better word. he had never been more disappointed in himself than in this moment. sure, he didn't take birthdays too seriously, and he knew you didn't either, but you always made him feel so special on his day he had only wanted to do the same. he was a lowkey guy, so his ways of showing love sometimes went unnoticed by most people, except for you. you accepted the subtlety of his love, loving him all the more for it. he felt terrible that today he showed you the exact opposite of what he had planned. he had taken weeks to perfect the dinner he had wanted to make for you, having prepared a romantic night for the two of you. all he wanted was to make you feel loved as he held you through the night, but his plan had stupidly slipped his mind.

what kind of asshole ditches their significant other on their birthday? for a stupid video game out of all things? as soon as wonwoo communicated what you had texted him to mingyu, his roommate couldn't help but scold him, telling him this was very uncharacteristic of him. which it was. everyone knew wonwoo to be a very sensible guy. it was very rare for anyone to have their feelings hurt by wonwoo. the guy was just simply too emotionally intelligent to ever be perceived as a hurtful individual. except now he had shown a careless part of himself that rarely ever faced the surface.

he was unsure of what to do. it was clear by your messages that you did not want to see him. you quite literally had asked him to not come. your texts to him were always filled with love, somehow being able to have your affections to him transcend even through text. but these were cold, and with good reason. still, wonwoo did not want to give up. the only thing that would be worse than ditching you on your birthday would be to stay where he was, knowing you were not only upset but also hurt by his actions. or rather, lack there of.

so, wonwoo was now on his way to you. well, to your apartment. you had mentioned in your messages that you would be out with friends due to his absence. it killed him that you had chosen to be with your friends over him, but he was fully aware that he only had himself to blame for that. he was glad you at least had someone to be with while his forgetfulness kept him away from you.

he had a key to your apartment, often heading over to fall asleep in your arms after a grueling day of being an idol. upon arriving there, he knew you'd be gone, so he allowed himself in, hauling in all the ingredients he had packed with him in order to make you the dinner he had been planning all these weeks. he was unsure of when you'd arrive back home, so he needed to hurry just in case. there was also a chance you'd come back in the early hours of the morning, knowing you would sometimes stay out with your friends til 1 or 2 in the am. having practiced this dinner multiple times, wonwoo was able to have it all done by 10, hoping that you'd arrive soon so the dinner wouldn't go to waste. he took care of the ambience, lighting candles and even moving furniture aside to make space for his set up. all he had to do now was wait for your arrival.

it had taken you around two hours to arrive. wonwoo had simply sat there waiting for you, not wanting to contact you as to not disturb you. okay, maybe he had maniacally texted you back earlier, apologizing for his mistake over and over, but had received no response, so he had decided it'd be best to just wait for you to arrive on your own. and now you were here, crossing the door to your apartment.

you stopped upon spotting him, widening your eyes before taking note of the dinner table behind him, "wonwoo? what are you doing here?"

he smiled sadly at you, slightly unsure of what to say, "i cooked for you," he paused, continuing upon seeing your confusion, "im so sorry. time got the best of me. i cant believe it slipped my mind. i knew it was today, but i got too distracted. i never wanted to make you feel like i didnt care. i do. so much."

you stood there without saying anything, still carrying a slightly shocked expression on your face. so he continued.

"baby ... please, have a meal with me. i prepared all this for you. this is what i had planned for today, if only i hadnt forgotten. let me make it up to you, please. i already called off tomorrow. i had a whole day planned for us, but i'll do whatever you want. if you want me to leave, i will. just, please. i need you to know how much i care. i love you, you're everything."

you continued to stare at him for a bit, a soft smile slowly breaking into your features before responding.

"nonu .. you didn't have to do all this. i'm sorry if i made you worry. this is ... it's such a sweet gesture. of course i want you to stay. all i wanted all day was to be with you," it melted his heart that you had wanted him all day, but were separated by none other than himself.

he pulled you into his arms halfway through your response, humming as he felt you hug him back. nothing felt as nice as your touch against his.

"im so sorry, beautiful. this will never happen again, i promise."

"i love you, wonwoo. thank you."

"happy birthday."

mingyu -

mingyu had never hauled ass quicker than at that moment, not even bothering to say goodbye to his roommate before grabbing a jacket and sprinting out of the door.

he couldn't believe his behavior towards you. you had always been a top priority to him, and to now realize he had forgotten your birthday gutted him tremendously. but what got to him even more was the knowledge that you had probably been waiting all day for him, having agreed beforehand that he would make space for you on your special day even through his packed comeback schedule. the sole thought that you, the bestest person he had ever met, had sat alone waiting for him all day, made him feel like the worst boyfriend. so now he was quite literally running in order to get to you.

the dryness of your voice during that call should've been the first hint that something was wrong, but what really made the alarms go off in his head was your lack of response when he said 'i love you' to you. mingyu knew it was dumb to care so much about it, but he thrived off words of affirmation, so your lack of response made him immediately assume something was wrong. you had never not reciprocated his words of affection, much less hung up on him. the moment he expressed his concerns to wonwoo, he was reminded by his roommate that 'oh wait, isn't it their birthday this week?' suddenly his mind started spiraling, now remembering that he had forgotten his boyfriend duties on the most important day.

it didn't take him too long to get to your apartment. okay, he didn't actually run there, he was just being a tad bit dramatic. but dramatics were necessary in this situation, which is why the moment you begrudgingly opened the door after his incessant knocks, allowing him inside, he immediately dropped to his knees, looking up at you as he rambled apologies at you.

"baby, i'm so fucking sorry. god, i don't know how i forgot. i swear the day just slipped my mind. i had plans ready, i swear! i've just been so busy with the comeback- not that that's an excuse! you have every reason to be mad at me. it won't happen again, i promise, i-" mingyu wasn't sure when exactly he was going to stop listing off constant apologies to you. he wasn't really paying attention to what he was saying at this point, just repeating himself over and over again, letting it slip past him that you were now standing above him, holding in your amusement at the state of the pleading man before you.

"mingyu, please get up."

like an obedient boy, he got up, now towering over you as he usually did. he immediately held onto your hands, bringing them up to his chest as he continued his apologies.

"you have every right to be mad at me. i neglected you and forgot about you when i shouldn't have. i didn't even wanna come home to wonwoo tonight! i wanted to come to you! but we have a schedule early tomorrow morning, so it was just easier. but i'll cancel! i'll stay here with you! i wanna make it up to you-"

"mingyu, shut up!"

that was enough for him to slam his mouth shut immediately, looking at you as he waited for your next command words.

"mingyu, listen. i understand. i was hurt you forgot, but i understand you're really busy right now, okay? i'm not angry at you. you don't have to cancel your schedule either. i don't want to get in the way of-"

"i'll do it! you're my top priority, baby. you know that."

"i still don't want you to cancel, gyu. it's fine. i'm not angry. i appreciate your apology. just wanted to be with you today .. i'm sorry if i made you worry," you looked down, almost as if embarrassed by having felt hurt by his actions. this made mingyu melt with guilt.

"no, baby. fuck. how can i make this up to you? can i stay here tonight? hmm? i'll cook you dinner and wake you up with breakfast. i'll even cut my schedule short for tomorrow so i can be back home with you earlier. how's that sound?"

"sounds perfect mingyu, thank you," he took this as confirmation to finally hold you in his arms, swaying you back and forth as he hummed the birthday song lightly against your ear, causing you to giggle against him.

vernon -

everyone was aware that vernon could sometimes be a little too chill for his own good. he didn't make too big of a deal about most things, simply going with the flow and allowing things to evolve on their own. except that could not be done in this situation. right now, he needed to make a choice. give you your space, or run home to you, tail between his legs as he apologized for ever having forgotten about you. the last thing vernon would ever want was for you to not feel the immense amount of love he's always had for you. he knew he could be bad at showing it sometimes, but you were the absolute love of his life, which made him feel devastated over and over again as he kept rereading your texts.

'maybe you should stay at the dorms tonight. not really in the mood for you to spend the night. im sorry. love you.' that was what you had last sent to him exactly thirty-eight minutes ago. how could he just sit with that for the rest of the night? specially when all he wanted to do was be with you and hold you and kiss you and show you how incredibly obsessed with you he was. he was never good with dates, but he had always gotten any and all dates pertaining to you right thus far. he even had a gift for you he had purchased a few months back, but he had stupidly forgotten the day he had been preparing for was this week. this mistake was an outlier, truly, but it hurt you nonetheless, which was all vernon cared about at the moment. he couldn't believe you'd been having to hint at your birthday while your boyfriend remained clueless. you must've felt so dejected. he winced at the thought.

however, right now was not a time for lamentations. even if you kicked him out and told him to get fucked, vernon had to at least try to come home to you now. he quickly went over the situation with his members, explaining that he had been a total douchebag and neglected you. that earned him scoldings from all members present, calling him all types of names and demanding he head over to your apartment right this instant to beg for forgiveness and hope you wouldn't just send him right back.

so now he was on his way to you, despite you having instructed him to stay away. he wanted to respect your wishes, but he couldn't go to sleep tonight knowing your heart was still hurt because of him. he needed to at least see you and have you know that he was willing to try and mend things. vernon wasn't one for public displays, nor was he one for dramatics, but he was willing to pull all stops for you if it meant you'd forgive him. which was why he was currently running through the hybe hallways as he called up his driver to be ready to take him to your apartment as soon as he reached the parking lot.

he had had time to think over a game plan on the way over, except nothing came to mind. the two of you had never fought before. sure, there had been a few minuscule spats here and there, but he had never seen you angry at him before; he'd never given any reason to be until now. he didn't want to freak out over this, but knew how hurtful it must've been for you to feel so neglected by the person who's supposed to love you most, so he felt a pit in his stomach with the worry that maybe this would be enough for you to finally snap at his forgetful tendencies and end it. he didn't have much time to think about this, however, as he now stood in front of your apartment door, fearful of knocking on it.

the decision to open the door was made for him, as you incidentally opened it yourself, yelping at his apparition on the other side of it.

"vernon? what are you doing here?", you didn't seem angry. you seemed more confused at his presence. that was good.

"i- uh ... i'm sorry."

okay, kind of a bad start.

"vernon. i told you not to come over tonight. i'm sorry, i'm not really in the mood to see you right now," even though you didn't appear angry, your eyes wouldn't meet his, making him deflate a bit.

"are you mad at me? i'm so sorry. i didnt mean to forget, i swear," vernon knew there wasn't much he could say past that, but he wanted you to at least know he regretted his neglect.

"i'm not angry, vernon. i'm just a little ... sad. i tried to be subtle about it. i mean, i dont even care for my birthday that much, but i hoped my boyfriend would at least remember it."

"baby, god. i am so fucking sorry. i never meant to make you feel like i didn't care. it just slipped my mind. i know it's not a valid excuse, but i need you to know that it doesnt mean anything. i'm just a fucking idiot. i'm sorry."

he was rambling now. somehow you being hurt by him trumped the chance of you being mad.

"vernon, it's fine. i dont want you beating yourself up about it. i'll get over it. i just need space tonight. i was about to go meet with a friend before you got here," you seemed like you just wanted to get out of the situation, clearly feeling awkward at even expressing your disappointment at him. it made vernon feel like even more of an asshole.

"no! be mad! you shouldn't get over it. i should be making it up to you. stay. please. i'll do anything you want. i'll take tomorrow off. we can do something together. anything you want. i have a gift for you and everything! i got it while in japan, the date just slipped my mind, i swear. please stay. i don't want to leave you alone if i made you sad. please."

"vernon ..."

"please. i don't want to force you. if you want to leave, i'll accept it, but let me make it up to you. i dont want you to feel like i dont care. i do. i know i dont express it much, that's on me. i'll make it known. i'll show you. i don't want to hurt you again, i-"

he was unable to finish his sentence, now stumbling back due to a sudden weight against him. you, with your arms now wrapped around him as your face nuzzled his neck. he instinctively wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you in as he lowered his head to breathe you in, humming as he felt the relief of having you in his hold.

you pulled away too quickly for his liking, eyes slightly glossy but not enough to consider it worrisome, "i forgive you. i'm sorry, i didn't mean to exaggerate. i did feel neglected, but-"

"but nothing. don't apologize, please. this won't happen again, okay? i love you."

"i love you too," you smiled at him before pausing, "i .. do you wanna come in?", you seemed a bit sheepish, probably feeling awkward at hearing vernon ramble apologies at you for the past five minutes, showing way more emotion than he usually did.

"come in? oh, you're not leaving? wait, don't answer that. yes," he held onto your hand before you could say anything, pulling you in for a quick kiss before leading you into your apartment, all under the promise to make up for his previous carelessness and never make you doubt his affections for you ever again.

#seventeen fanfic #seventeen x reader #svt fanfic #seventeen #svt #svt x reader #seventeen imagine #seventeen oneshot #svt oneshot #seventeen reactions #svt reactions #seventeen scenarios #svt scenarios #seventeen angst #seventeen fluff #svt angst #svt fluff

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jaejoongs-nipple-piercing · 2 years

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F U ⬇️

#I hope your precious Angelina and Antonia burn in hell #you’ve screwed me over again #now get ready for the same treatment #I swear I’ll make those tow bitches lose their jobs #I did not deserve to be Jasond’#screw you scenic #been around for 91 years? I don’t know how the hell you haven’t been caught yet #oh wait!#because you lie about everything and you always take the side of the criminals #thanks to you idiots I can’t even go back seasonally because you thought I was violent and friggin banned me from stepping foot #onto the damn property #I know I wanted to leave and quit but not by getting fired #$423.55 for 10 years is nothing #you’re going to wrongly accuse frame and fire me at least give me $2000 as a last paycheck #I’m absolutely DISGUSTED!!!!

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hazblog-hoetells · 21 days

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A lot of fics are like "aftercare? You'd be lucky of Vox even handed you a towel" but like listen ok. Listen to me.

Vox is gonna be the one that feels the dopamine drop the most. He's very accustomed to not tying feelings to sex because he's only ever been around toxic people, so he often sees it as a sort of boom, done, that's the end of it. BUT.

This guy's ego is fragile. When one minute his partner is moaning his name and begging for him, and then the next minute acting like nothing happened, it hits him kinda hard. One of his weak spots is thinking he's a passing fad and knowing deep down that his fame and popularity are superficial and that he doesn't have any real connections to other people.

What I'm saying is, you gotta be the one to take the initiative here. Because he really just doesn't think to do it. Even just kissing him or rubbing his back or holding his hand after just has him...confused. And praising him? Oh boy. Whether it's "you did so well" or "that was amazing" his breath catches in his chest and he doesn't know how to respond. He's trying to find a way to sound like he's in control by saying something smug like "Yeah, I know" but he can't, his brain is focusing on what kind of mind games he thinks you're playing. He's not gonna let you get the jump on him.

He doesn't really understand why you're sticking around after you already got what you came(lol) for. His brain just won't make the connection that you like to be around him for reasons other than getting dicked down. You'd have to nearly treat him like a doll for him to get the idea. He's confused the whole time you help him get cleaned up and get something to drink and just lay next to him. He absolutely doesn't hate it, but he just doesn't understand why you're doing it.

Now, while half his mind is in utter turmoil thinking you're playing 5D chess with his brain, the other half is through the fucking ROOF. He won't ever say it out loud but this feeling of being taken care of is doing funny things to him. The more narcissistic parts of him think he deserves that kind of treatment anyway, but there's a weird twist in his chest at the fact that he never asked you to do any of it. You weren't doing it out of any kind of real obligation, he never tried to force you or manipulate you to do it. You acted like it was the most natural thing in the world. It takes him a long time to get used to, but he does start to reciprocate.

He knows what to do, he just has a really hard time letting himself do it. Vulnerability is NOT his strong suit. It's awkward at first, but eventually he takes a lot of pride in it. He likes to "win" at aftercare. Making sure you're cared for gives him a sense of accomplishment in addition to that funny, fuzzy feeling that makes his words get caught in his throat.

This machine is FRAGILE; Handle with care

#hazbin hotel x reader #vox/reader #vox x reader #sub!Vox #vox #hi im rambling

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devonpink · 1 month

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I'm a teenage gay boy who wants nothing more then to be like the dumb jocks that bully me. Can you help?

Absolutely ;)

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From Bullied to Bully:

As if the busy life of being a top student wasn't hell enough, being constantly bullied for it made everything seem almost unworthwhile. Every day, the meek, scrawny gay boy had to put up with a rowdy group of dumb bully jocks. They'd make fun of his feminine walk, high-pitched voice, no muscle, but most of all, his smart brain.

One day, he finally got sick of their abuse and confronted them. "Why me?" He angrily asked, "What did I do to deserve such poor treatment?"

"It's cause you're not like us, bro!" One of the bullies replied cockily, sounding as dumb as can be. "We rag on you so much 'cause we want you in our ranks, bro! Couldn't figure that out? Thought you were the smart one, bro?"

The scrawny gay boy clenched his fist, ready to explode. Not only did he hate their reasoning, but how it struck a deep longing within him. As much as he hated them, he always secretly dreamed of being one of them. To be as manly and as popular as them. What he hated most was how much they turned him on, even while laughing like supervillains in his face.

"Fuck you!" the gay boy screamed, going in for a punch. However, right before his fist made contact with the lead bully's face, one of the bullies suddenly placed a cap firmly on the gay boy's head, freezing him instantly. The gay boy's arms quickly fell to his side as his back shot straight up. His eyes rolled back into his head as his mind went blank; he was being rebooted.

Within seconds, the gay boy's body swelled and bulked to masculine perfection, tearing his shirt off. His Adam's apple protruded, deepening his voice immensely. His mind was whipped clean of all gayness and loaded with everything a dumb straight boy brain could need: gym, bros, eat, sleep, and pounding pussy.

"Fuck, bro?" The former gay boy questioned, his voice as low pitched and dumb sounding as his former bullies, now best friends. "What the fuck were we talkin about, bro?"

"Nothin' much, bro!" The bullies enthusiastically answered, ecstatic to finally have their former prey in their ranks. "Just chattin' about getting pussy later!"

"Fuck yeah, bro." the former gay boy grunted, his big manly balls in desperate need of release. "I could use some pussy, bro."

#anon ask #gay to straight #transformation #male tf story #tf story #male transformation #dumbification

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peoplesgraves · 1 year

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I have yandere thoughts yet again

Imagine being a Model and you literally can’t get away from obsession.

Yandere Fans cover their walls in pictures of you. They rip out every magazine page your included on and papermache them above the ceiling so you can look down on them every day. If you have shoot with other models they’ll use those too but with cut/scratch the other people out or even crop their face over the other person. If you ever did a meet and greet it would be absolutely packed and would likely get shut down because everyone’s fighting over who’s your biggest fan and who loves you the most. Those who do manage to meet you end up lovesick,sobbing messes so the pictures usually turn out bad. But the fans don’t mind as long as you look good in them.

Yandere Models all want to be pictured with you and they’ll do anything to make it happen. From blackmailing other models to drop out or bribing whoever’s casting, nothing is too dirty or too illegal if it means getting to spend all that time with you. Models will starve themselves and do all matter of dangerous treatments or plastic surgery just to have a leg up and hopefully be chosen to pose alongside you. It doesn’t matter how much it hurts or how much they lose, it’s all worth it to have all the tabloid gossiping about the two of you after the latest editorial you were pictured in together.

Yandere Photographers who only care about you. Who call you their muse and only ever take perfect pictures. They’ll take awful pictures of other models who they feel are a threat to your career until they’ve been all blackballed from the industry. If you have shoots with other people then there’s a super noticeable difference in quality over the way you look and the way other people look. The photographer obviously plays favorites but no ones going to say anything. It’s what his muse deserves.

A Yandere Stylist who is just a little too cheeky. Always staring obviously at your lips when putting gloss on or making jokes about having to punish you if you smear your makeup one more time. They’re always jovial and smiling but there’s something dark in their eyes that only you get to see. Their touch lingers when they’re tailoring your clothes and their hands go from professional to more like a lover whenever they’re helping you take 100 Bobby pins out of your hair. They’re always by your side always joking and touching and waiting for the second you get lipstick on your teeth or a fly away.

A Yandere Manager whos always on your nerves. Who’s older and has more experience. They always have some excuse for steamrolling over you and just making whatever decision they want for you. They’ll keep you in line with their connections and their influence. In a way you both get what you want. You’re the most loved and sought after model in the industry and they have you too dependent on them to ever try to leave. Stylists and photographers are a dime a dozen but your manager has your entire career in his grasp.

Yandere Paparazzi who are ironically more ethical towards you as yanderes then they would be if they were normal. They don’t take bad pictures or catch anything embarrassing about you, or at least not that they show publicly. They might snap a few pictures at vulnerable moments to keep just for them, they’re the only ones who get to see you like that. While they may do their best to protect your reputation the same can’t be said for anyone else. They’ll slander other models left and right. Wether it’s true or a little editing magic they’re good at swaying the public opinion against anyone they need to. Just let them watch from the sidelines and you’ll never have to worry again.

#yandere #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #yanderes

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koogl001 · 1 year

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Could I request Hazbin Hotel Alastor falling in love headcanons? Please and thank you!

One-Shots and Headcanons Masterlist

When Alastor first laid eyes on you, he was not impressed

All you were to him is just another Happy Hotel staff, another gullible too kind-hearted believer that the loathsome sinners here in Hell deserve a second chance

Soon, you will be no more than a pawn for him to control

When you first laid eyes on Alastor, you were just as sceptical as Vaggie and soon, your scepticism was confirmed as the devilish demon himself admitted he was in it only for the suffering of others

All he was for you was a heartless man with too much of an ego and a potential threat not only to the hotel, but to your own life

You weren’t the strongest, but you knew how to defend yourself if need be

But in a fight with an overlord, even if all the staff and residents of the Happy Hotel were to unite against the deer demon, you knew your fate would be doomed within seconds

And you sure as hell didn’t want to find out if there was double Hell

But as you were raised to be polite and well-mannered, you graced Alastor with a small smile, introducing yourself

As soon as a deal was made between Alastor and Charlie, he obtained the room right across from yours, for better or for worse

The start up program and propaganda the two now business partners decided upon was surprisingly fruitful, as you got your very first client

Well, besides Angel who was only interested in the free room

A demon named Askiel, who appearance wise reminded you of a boar

Apparently, he killed his wife after she cheated on him with his colleague

As you tended to your duties day and night, your dedication, mannerism and silly clumsiness somehow drew Alastor in

You just had this gentle aura around you, which he couldn’t explain, and it made him feel like home

Not his home down in Hell, no no no

Home when he was still alive, with his mother there to pamper and love him

Maybe because you had a heart of gold, just like she did?

He took to silently and secretly observing you, taking note of what you liked and disliked, what you struggled with and what you were a pro at, what you said and what you only thought but did not feel comfortable or confident enough to express

When Askiel first tried to hit on you, you politely declined his offer to go up to his room to “get to know each other a bit more”

For you, it was normal to receive quite the amount of male attention, so you didn’t think much of it

But someone did

It enraged Alastor to know what impure thoughts your client had with you on his mind, and it absolutely appalled him

You were a fine woman and, in his eyes, someone who deserved utmost respect and the finest treatment

Wait, when did he start thinking that?

His confusing rage towards Askiel and the unexplainable desire to keep him as far from you as possible got Alastor questioning, what was his motive for such actions?

Why did he no longer wish to see you suffer at his hands, to feel your despair as you realised the devil himself would have more mercy than he did

And why would he feel this warmth inside his chest whenever he was near you?

He turned to Husk for help who grumpily explained to him that what he was feeling was fondness, that he developed feelings for you and should act upon them if he decides he wants to have these feelings reciprocated

So, Alastor started courting you

Lots of flowers, expensive gifts, romantic activities, deep companionship and so much more was coming your way

Wary at first, you suspected Alastor of trying to manipulate you emotionally

You tested the waters by making requests, each more outrageous than the other to see just how far he would go for you and if his supposed feelings for you were truly genuine but with each request fulfilled, it did nothing to ease your worry

So, what possible way would there be that could once and for all clarify if this was indeed real, or just one of his mind games?

Jealousy

Jealousy is a powerful tool and if used correctly, can expose one’s feelings

Lucky you for having a male quest at the Hotel

All you did was lightly flirt with Askiel in Alastor’s presence, and that might just be the biggest mistake you ever made

When you saw the disfigured body of the boar demon, guts stretched out into the shape of a heart, you gagged at the strong metallic scent in the air, and the bloodbath in front of you

Suddenly, two masculine hands wrapped around your waist as you were pushed back into someone’s chest

“Sweetheart, do you like you little gift?”

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Marion Davies (Show People, the Patsy)— JUSTICE FOR MARION DAVIES. I am always so upset when I learn that some people STILL think she was some untalented pretty face who was only a success because of her relationship with Hearst. Please watch literally any of her movies, silent or sound, to see how untrue this is. She was successful in spite of Hearst's constant meddling. She really shines as a comedienne. Just watch her imitate other silent stars in The Patsy, or her screwball antics in Show People. I've watched so many silents just for her, but she was also really good in sound films, too, like Blondie of the Follies. She's absolutely adorable, and she deserves to be recognized for her talent, alone.

Rita Hayworth (Gilda, Cover Girl)—Absolutely, drop-dead gorgeous. She steals every movie she’s in; she was Fred Astaire’s favorite dance partner, as you can see in clips from their movies [link][link]. Born Margarita Carmen Cansino, Rita's story had its tragedies—her father was awful and had her performing in nightclubs way, way too young; the studio totally remade her look because they were afraid of her hispanic image, putting her through painful treatments and diets; she had a string of failed marriages. But beside all that, I think there's something about Rita that still glows through—an inner beauty that has nothing to do with the studio, or the men who pinned their dreams on her. Rita brings an incandescence to roles that's impossible to replicate, and was truly a great actress in that she could switch from herself—shy Margarita—into a bold and glamorous femme fatale so convincingly everyone fell in love with her as Gilda. She's my favorite movie star, and I think she was a beautiful human through and through—Rita, gorgeous and real and shining bright.

This is round 3 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Marion Davies:

the queen of comedy

If anyone is looking for a tragic infamous funny fav, this is your girl! She came from a catholic convent to become a showgirl! As many of these early Hollywood stars, she fell victim to falling in love with the wrong man. She had a long lasting affair with a older powerful married man, William Hearst. Their story was so iconic and scandalous that it is largely what inspired Citizen Kane. She gained her fame through him, which eventually gathered her the reputation of being social-climbing and taking advantage of more her looks than her talent. This made her controversial, which wasn't helped by her flirty fun personality and attitude towards other actors (including Charlie Chaplin). All of this hate meant that she was eventually ostracized by Hollywood and even blamed for Hearst's death. My poor girl was excitable, funny, charismatic, energetic, and extremely talented. I believe that at her heart and soul, she was truly a clown. She possesses an incredible gift for mimicry, a deceptively animate face, and an absence of on-screen ego that allows her to throw herself into anything, no matter how foolish or potentially embarrassing, with all of her considerable energy. And it's those ridiculous moments that are almost always her best in film, because to me, that's really who she was. She was silly and sweet and so so so so so funny! And she deserved better than the tragedy of the life she got.

Rita Hayworth:

Do you need any other propaganda? Here’s the video.

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She was not called "the love goddess" for nothing: beautiful, glamorous, despite playing sexy and provocative roles her inherent shyness somehow also would shine through sometimes, creating this contradictory and incredibly attractive image

Often played "the bad girl" who tempted the male hero away from "the good girl"; but did have roles that broke her out of that mold. She was also the inspiration for Jessica Rabbit. THE pinup girlie.

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She was soo beautiful when she was young and she MAINTAINED that beauty into her later years and I think that old lady glamour is hot. bombastic sex appeal

every line she delivers in gilda is so flirty and passionate or absolutely desolate and it's so good

I just have a lot of feelings about her

#rita hayworth #marion davies #hotvintagepoll #fuck that old woman #ladies 3 #Youtube

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rose-tea-and-strawberries · 11 months

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#JusticeForYuu

Warning: long rant coming up. Mentions of PTSD and Trauma.

So I recently read this manhwa called ‘Ashtarte’ and let me tell you, compared to other manhwas that I’ve read, I’ve never felt more vindicated or satisfied by the way it handles trauma and forgiveness.

Basically, the main character is a young princess, about ten or eleven or twelve I can’t remember, who has spent her entire life being treated like nothing by her entire family for no pretty much no reason at all. Trust me when I say that the neglect and emotional abuse she undergoes is awful and after a while, she realises that she doesn’t deserve to be treated that way. She mentally and emotionally emancipates herself from them and makes a family with her small handful of servants that live with her in her broken down house (let me tell you, they all love and protect her so much. Her mother figure/ best friend/ maid is the absolute GOAT), telling them that she won’t waste any tears on her bio family anymore. And when her bio family beg for forgiveness after she makes a very obvious effort to ignore and stay as far away from them as possible, she tells them that if they want her to even consider forgiving them for all the pain they put her through, they need to wait 10 years just like how she spent ten years all alone, trapped in that house, waiting for someone to love her. Even after the 5 year timeskip, she still doesn’t give them the time of day whilst they send her letters and mountains of gifts (that she never opens) and when she meets them again because of some obligatory family thing, she tells them point blank that there’s a chance that she’ll never forgive them and there’s nothing that she wants from them so just leave her alone and just walks out as they all suffer in their guilt.

And, let me tell you, as someone who has read a lot of female lead manhwas, I’ve never seen a FL not forgive a neglectful family - either they end up forgiven after an apology that lasts for like one chapter, or the MC gets her revenge and completely ruins them, or it’s an isekai story so now that a new person is possessing the main character, they finally decide to show interest and since the new character is either scared of them, is trying to gain their favour or has never undergone their horrible treatment of the host body, they just get off scot-free (A Match Made In Mana is a good example of this. Like the romance. Hate the fact that the older brother only started treating her right when another person isekaied into the main character - same thing with There Is No Place For Fakes)

Now what has this got to do with anime Disney boys you ask. Let me get to that.

Now I’m the kind of person that can hold a grudge - not that much in real life but very much so when it comes to fictional characters. If I was Jo March, I wouldn’t even be in the same room as Amy March after she burned the manuscript for at least a year. There are some characters that I just can’t stand because they never get the full consequences for what they put others through and I hate that so much (I’m not going to name names because a lot of them are fandom favourites and I don’t want to start a war).

What I’m trying to say is that why can’t there be a Yuu that doesn’t forgive the overblot gang/dorms for what they put them through? Because you have to admit that they way that they treated this homeless, magicless human with absolutely nothing to their name and that is, in every instance, at the bottom of the food chain was awful. And I’m not talking about the overblots - they were clearly in the midst of a mental breakdown and weren’t in the right state of mind. But how would you explain everything that they did pre-overblot? When they are fully conscious of everything they did. Riddle even admitted after his overblot that he knew that he was being harsh but he still did that stuff anyway.

I know that we have to forgive everyone for the sake of the plot since we need Riddle in Book 2, Leona in Book 3, Azul in Book 4 and so on and so forth but when I remember the torment that Yuu faces, I just want to tell them all to take a hike.

I know that these boys had horrible lives. I know that these are deeply traumatised individuals and that them overblotting was the only way for them to heal. But guess what? Going through trauma doesn’t excuse giving trauma to someone else? As Jake Peralta once said:

Confession Time - I was the anon that sent this: https://www.tumblr.com/shiny-jr/716948600309137408/hi-i-just-want-to-say-that-ive-read-all-of-your?source=share

And I still stand by what I said.

I just find it really annoying that when I search for angst fics it’s always the boys’ trauma or unrequited love or death or break ups - or maybe even something mentioning an overblot but I’ve never once found anything about the boys asking for forgiveness for what they did to Yuu prior to the overblots because once, just once, I want to read someone asking Yuu to forgive them and for Yuu to be selfish just once and say ‘no’

I know that I portray my fem!Yuu as this person that’s so sweet and forgiving and kind and soft and gentle but that’s because I’m obsessed with the dynamic of this sweet sunshine bubbly girl being a breath of fresh air to these villainous boys (and also because I kind of took some inspiration from my favourite princess, Snow White, and I based her a bit on Wendy Darling because I wanted her to be that ‘mature young girl’ who is very motherly but is still very much a fun-loving, imaginative child) but I just want a Yuu that is given the respect that they deserve.

I want a Yuu that actually experiences PTSD because of the treatment that they’ve undergone. I want them to hate the fact that their experience in NRC has changed them. I want them to hate that they’ve developed claustrophobia and a fear of the dark after they were forcefully imprisoned in Scarabia, I want them to hate how anything can trigger a PTSD-induced flashback, I want them to hate how Riddle’s jabs at their character and parentage still ring in their head after all this time, I want them to hate how whenever they’re submerged in water, all they can remember is what Azul, Jade and Floyd put them through in their attempts to get their home and family back. I want them to hate how often they get nightmares, how any second could be the day they finally get killed by any of these magic users who are far more powerful than them. I want them to look in the mirror and despise every single scar that litters their once unblemished body. I want them to hate how they had to ask the people who stripped them of their home and the only family they had in NRC for help in Book 4 because now they are indebted to them and they have no idea when Azul would want to cash that.

I’ve seen fics that have Yuu go through heatstroke during the marches in Scarabia and, as someone that not only has had heatstroke before but also had a really scary fainting experience I headcanon that as well so how about a Yuu that turns down Kalim’s invitations because the sight of Scarabia reminds them of the hostility that they faced when they were the most vulnerable. How about a Yuu that tries not to hate Kalim because he’s a genuinely nice person and was the only one to welcome them with kindness but can’t help but feel bitter whenever they hear the housewarden excuse Jamil’s behaviour when they still remember how they were locked up against their will.

This fic by linawritestwst and this fic by the-hearteater portray what I’m talking about really well. (taxonomize our differences by Jemimimi does a really good job of illustrating how being in Twised Wonderland affects Yuu’s mental health - there’s an incredible scene where Yuu has a panic attack and teaches Grim how to help them out of it. I nearly cried because their sense of self worth is so low and suicidal tendencies are so unstable that in multiple points of the story they try to get other students to kill them and Yuu my baby 😭)

When I go through the Rollo x reader fics, the majority of them are either yandere or the usual fluff. But Rollo can actually be a good friend for Yuu to have. Whilst their mentalities are different, they both agree that magic is dangerous - with Yuu being a victim of said magic. I honestly think that, if he wasn’t written as the big bad of the event, he could’ve been a really good ally that would understand Yuu’s pain of not only facing overblot after overblot but their helplessness of being surrounded by magical individuals and not knowing whether they’ll be able to survive another day.

Everyone’s always like #Crowley Slander (which he rightfully deserves, I am thisclose to punting him) but don’t forget everything the boys did. I see fics where they stand up to Crowley for Yuu but the most they do is reference the overblots but never that they did horrible things as well. Crowley may have told Yuu to stay behind during the winter holidays but Jamil was the one who imprisoned us and prevented us from contacting our friends for help. Crowley may have made Yuu stay at Ramshackle (although to be fair Ramshackle is kind of the safest option - who knows what would happen to Yuu if their magical self was in an actual dorm, especially all of the female Yuus. I think living in isolation is kind of the best option for them when the universe is out to get them. Plus, the ghosts are amazing company.) but Azul was the one who made us homeless and had a shady business (that he still has even after the overblot). Crowley may have been blackmailing Yuu with food, shelter and money but Leona was the one that was sabotaging the students and Vil was the one that tried to point blank kill an innocent child in cold blood after making his childhood trauma and personal one-sided rivalry everyone’s problem for the weeks leading up to the VDC.

Everyone only treated them with respect after the overblot incidents - so they literally had to put themselves in danger and nearly die for them to be treated as not a nobody. When Riddle made those completely uncalled for jabs at Yuu, an innocent bystander, nobody said or did anything. Not Trey, who enabled Riddle’s reign of terror and quietly observed the suffering all of the Heartslabyul students (and then had the gall to tell adeuceyuu not to get angry at Riddle because of course tragic backstory = forgiveness), not Cater, who canonically has a hidden side so Yuu has more of a reason not to trust him, not any of the other card soldiers - no Ace, the one everyone writes off as a stupid tactless jerk that does badly in school and only causes trouble, was the only one that had the emotional intelligence to realise that Yuu’s feelings were hurt and was the only one who cared to do something about it via sucker punching the tantrum-throwing tyrant.

(I can’t remember if Deuce did anything but he already stood up for us during the egg debacle so it’s okay he’s still my number one love)

(Also: Riddle is known to be incredibly strict with his dorm. It’s been said that Heartslabyul has the best academic record because of Riddle’s incredibly high standards. He also doesn’t take excuses from anyone even if they aren’t even in the wrong - which is seen when he exiles adeuceyuu from the dorm during the Mont Blanc Tart Incident where Trey tells Riddle that he was the one who told them to make the tart for the party and Riddle says that it was still their fault for not knowing the rules beforehand because of course a first year would have memorised all 810 rules by their like third day and it would be perfectly normal of them to ask a senior for advice on what to do. My question is: how many dyslexic students or anyone else with learning disabilities do you think Riddle has sent crying? How many students with less than stellar family backgrounds joined NRC only to find that they were sorted into a dorm that had a leader who not only holds their abusive mother’s teaching methods on a pedestal but is more than ready to hurl insults at anyone that disagrees with him? How many times had Trey seen an innocent student receive unfair treatment and kept quiet about it despite it being his job as a vice dorm leader and upperclassman to look after them?)

I know that so many people want Yuu to overblot or go through their villain arc so that the boys can be put in that place but why do we even have to go that far? If Yuu did have magic they would have overblotted ages ago but even so why do they need to have a mental breakdown so that others could see where they went wrong? Remember an overblot can kill its host and Yuu doesn’t need another near death experience.

I want Yuu to be like Ashtarte and just have a small circle of friends and family in Ace, Deuce, Grim and the Ramshackle ghosts and tell everyone else to bog off. I want Ace, Deuce and Grim to be like the maid, Leona/Loena - different translations have different spellings (she is such a protective mama bear I love her so much. She literally calls out royalty to their faces, is ready to throw hands with the entire world and is willing to risk her own life for Ashtarte’s happiness) and act as Yuu’s guard dogs to prevent anyone from coming near them. Ace, Deuce and Grim have been there since the beginning, they’re Yuu’s ride or die besties that know what they’re going through, they’re platonic soulmates who can clearly see the emotional turmoil on weighing down on them. I want them to witness how Yuu is affected by their PTSD with their panic attacks and nightmares and bouts of depression and dissociation and then doing their best to learn how to help them. I want Yuu to refuse to step foot in another dorm and just go to NRC for classes and then disappear into Ramshackle. I want Ace and Deuce to run interference in case anyone approaches their friend because can’t you see that they don’t want to talk to you, who’s not afraid to stand up to anyone be it teachers or upperclassmen because haven’t they done enough damage.

Yes, Ace is a jerk but he’s not a mean bully of a jerk. He’s just a stupid tactless teenage boy who just needs to be humbled once or twice - he’s completely harmless unlike Sebek and his humanphobic bigoted butt who should definitely keep his comments to himself because Yuu already has enough troubles without someone reminding them of how inferior their species is.

I want these boys to feel guilt - not because of their overblots but because they were actually horrible people before they tried to kill a defenseless, magicless human. I want Yuu to not only lose trust in the main characters but also with everyone else because they never know who would hurt or betray them next - who would be like Trey or Rook and enable bad behaviour, or who would be like Azul and take advantage of their weaknesses, or who would be like Jamil and pretend to be their friend and then stab them in the back. I want a Yuu that’s tired of being manipulated and used by everyone and is just done with everything.

As much as I love parental!Staff, you have to admit that canonically, they’ve done a pretty bad job of looking after Yuu so how about a Yuu that doesn’t trust adults because they’ve shown no interest in actually being someone that Yuu can open up to. Also, Azul was able to get away with everything he did was because he had Crowley in his pocket - who’s to say that he doesn’t have other adults under his thumb as well? (We know he doesn’t but how can Yuu be sure)

I want Yuu to be friends with Neige because he seems like such a sweetheart and I really don’t like how I see fics putting him down just to make Vil look good. As I mentioned above, Snow White is my favourite Disney Princess and sharing a spot with Pooh Bear as my favourite Disney character so a darling boy that is inspired by her would be an awesome friend to have - and he has never caused Yuu physical, verbal, emotional or mental harm.

Don’t get me wrong. I know that this is making me come off as a hater but I just want some justice for Yuu. They deserve absolutely nothing that they go through and I want happiness for them.

Also, on a completely unrelated note, I may have been listening to Numb Little Bug a tad bit too much.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst yuu #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader

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igncrxntripley · 1 year

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could you do a headcannon on how finn was to harsh so now y/n wont talk to him and the others just think its really funny?? love your work 💗💗

headcanons: finn's a meanie

A/N: i loved this and immediately needed to put it out there after the BS finn has been pulling in TSW SKDKJSKHD also whoever wrote this you're so sweet and deserve all the love 🥹

tags: poly!judgement day, fem!reader

mentions: @babybatlover @ripleyswhore

finn knew he had the tendency to get a little too...excited; but he did it because he cared!

after a pretty serious match where y/n got distracted and lost, finn let her have it backstage and told her just how upset he was

"you have to be smarter than that, y/n! you're never going to get anywhere if you don't pay attention! have you fuckin' learned nothing?"

"you know what? i have learned a lot. and that includes the fact that you're a dick and you overreact when people make the smallest mistakes."

dominik is the one taking y/n to calm down and get changed while rhea and damian gave finn the usual talk

"you can't talk to her like that" "you act like the rest of us haven't made mistakes" "you aren't perfect either"

finn knows they're right and always appreciates his partners talking some sense into him; when they get back to the hotel that night, he makes an effort to make things right with y/n

"princess, i'm so sorry for what i said back at the arena. you didn't do anything wrong and i didn't realize how harsh i was being."

y/n, who was cuddled up in rhea's lap with her head in her chest (a favorite spot of hers), only glared at finn and didn't say a word back; the other three held in their laughs because they knew finn deserved it

finn most definitely hears them laughing and blushes before trying again

"please, baby? just say something? anything?"

y/n continued to glare at him and give him the silent treatment as rhea twirled her hair between her fingers

"wow, you must've really fucked up."

damian absolutely punches dominik in the arm after saying that

finn spends the rest of the night begging y/n and will absolutely do anything - he's getting snacks and letting her pick what they watch on tv while the other three are holding in their laughter at how desperate he is

y/n gets her revenge by not saying a single word and moving between dom, damian, and rhea with her cuddles, and they all play along because it's hilarious to watch how desperate finn gets

eventually the next morning she accepts finn's apology, but makes it very clear where she stands on his attitude

"if you talk to me like that again, i'm going to make your life a living hell. i wouldn't fuck around and have you find out what that looks like."

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I thought it would be fun to give some insight into how the circumstances detailed in Covalent Twins are effecting the characters :D.

So, here's Covalent Emmet Progress Report #1 (as I will probably end up making more of these)(maybe)

Despite popular belief, Emmet....is not doin too hot with this new situation.

The 2 years Ingo spent in Hisui were the worst years of Emmet's life. When Ingo finally returned, naturally, he was overjoyed. Hearing about what his brother faced in Hisui however....was quite concerning.

Every scar on his brother's body felt like a bullet wound to Emmet's heart. He hated seeing his brother so hurt and scared of what used to be their everyday lives. Thankfully, the amnesia almost entirely cleared up after a few months. But that didn't change the fact his brother was hurt, and there was no way for him to fix it other than supporting him the best he could.

Immediately jumping from that to their apartment being haunted by the dead ghost of Ingo from an alternate timeline made Emmet want to rip his hair out.

It's all just so unfair.

Emmet and Elesa had done nothing to deserve having Ingo torn away from them. Ingo did nothing to deserve his sudden derailment nor his treatment in Hisui, but most of all, Warden did absolutely fucking nothing to deserve being left for dead in the past by a God.

Emmet didn't care if the space-time continuum was at risk if Warden's timeline wasn't created. Emmet didn't care if Warden being sent to the future the same way Ingo was might have caused even more problems.

In Emmet's mind, there is not, and will never be, a riotous justification for Arceus leaving Warden stuck in the past. Not. One.

Not after all the pain and grief it caused Warden- his brother.

Warden is as much as Emmet's brother as Ingo is. And Emmet with never forgive Volo or Arceus for what happened to them. Not ever.

The worst part about it all is that the ones truly to blame aren't even here for Emmet to pass blame onto.

Volo is dead and gone, nobody can survive 150 years. (Unless you're Warden and live on as a ghost, of course.)

Giritina was only a tool, a terrifying and powerful tool, but still, only a tool for Volo to get what he wanted. Even through all his pain and resentment, Emmet can recognize Giritina as somewhat of a victim in all this as well.

Arceus is quite literally nothing, and also everything. Aside from pieces of Arceus (that Dawn allegedly fought and captured at one point.) Emmet would get nowhere trying to make an entire deity take responsibility.

The entire weight of Emmet's guilt, resentment, grief, and fury just sits in his hands. And with no one around to give it to, he keeps it close. Emmet blames himself.

Logically, Emmet knows it's untrue. He knows it's ridiculous. He knows he doesn't deserve any of the built up emotions he's taking out on himself, but he simply doesn't know what else to do with them all.

He knows it was all out of his control, but that alone is what makes it all so scary.

Emmet has never done well without a protocol or a script. But there is no script for this type of situation, let alone such a complex trauma. Emmet doesn't know what to do, and it seems like the only thing anyone can tell him is what not to do. Which for Emmet, isn't helpful in the slightest.

Emmet is veeeeery scared, and the total lack of proper answers and the uniqueness of his situation has only left him paranoid and flighty.

He's getting better. He will get better. The fear will slowly fade with time.

It's just gonna take a lot longer than originally expected.

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OLD HABITS ━ C.L

in which you and charles fall back into old habits, but is it for better or worse?

warnings; angst, smut and fluff !! toxicity central but we love em for it, frustrating charles and reader, mentions of french gp, insecure and sad charles, arguments, alcohol, mentions of alcohol as a coping mechanism, drunk confessions, thigh riding, unprotected sex, choking, degradation, praise, oral sex, love making oOo

part two to sex and regret, read part one here

the last time, charles had sworn. this was the last time he’d ever find himself climbing up these damn stairs.

a box in hand, full of all your stuff he could find ━ all your stuff that he hadn’t had the courage to pack away over the years, never getting to that point even in your time apart, never trusting himself to return your things with the intention of never seeing you again.

but that had changed now. he couldn’t forgive himself for ruining everything you had built for yourself, then leaving you high and dry. so this was the end.

you hadn’t come calling or reached out, not even to yell or scold him for being such an asshole. he was kind of hoping to face your anger, wanting so desperately to know how you had coped.

how you were when he was beating himself up and drowning in self hatred for the way he had ruined things with you again. he had hurt you again.

he couldn’t do it anymore.

he knocked at your door, the usual sense of anxiety and dread one he was used to as he rocked on the balls of his feet, awaiting for you to open up. if you did. he was expecting some resistance, to be ignored at first; not that it mattered.

he knew you’d let him in eventually.

what he didn’t expect was for the door to fly right open, revealing a less than impressed you; blank facial expression, staring back at him.

you looked tired. fed up. nothing like you did just a week ago when he had left you in the bathroom of the club, but what could he expect when you were definitely going through a break up that was his fault.

he waited for you to speak, to scream at him; curse him out, tell him to leave, question why he was here. but nothing.

“i uh, wanted to bring your stuff over.” charles realised you weren’t going to say anything, his own lips pursing as he glanced between the box and you ━ your own eyes adverting to it as well.

you had taken a sharp breath, having not assumed it would be your belongings because you didn’t want them. you didn’t want anything from him. anything from him if you didn’t get him for yourself, not even if it was yours to begin with.

you stayed silent, stepping aside and motioning to the ground next to the front door of your apartment, a gesture telling him to put the box down as you looked at him expectantly.

just when charles thought he had predicted any possible encounter, he didn’t at all expect you to give him the silent treatment. his shoulders dropping, quick realisation that he wasn’t happy with you giving him absolutely nothing ━ even if he knew he deserved it.

“can we at least talk?” charles grumbled, attempting to not sound as bothered as he was, your jaw tensing at the question, shaking your head quickly as you resisted the urge to laugh at him.

always wanting to fucking talk.

“no.” your voice was quiet, shaking your head again in persistence as you glanced to the box of your things again, arm still pointing towards the spot on the ground where you wanted.

he had huffed, taking a moment to figure out how to go about this. he wasn’t here to argue. he never intends to argue with you. but you just got to him so easily.

“come on y/n,” the monegasque sighed out ━ trying so hard to sound convincing, to sound as if you were being unreasonable. as if you had no reason to not want to speak to him.

he knew you shouldn’t talk. knew it wouldn’t get him anywhere. heck he even tried to tell himself while he drove here that he’d keep conversation minimal.

but that all went out the window when he realised you didn’t want to talk. you should. you should want to talk to him, he wanted you to want answers. he wanted what he can’t have.

“i have nothing to say to you.” you snapped this time, and while the words were not one bit comforting, charles found comfort in knowing you weren’t giving him a fake act anymore. “anything that leaves your mouth is bullshit.”

charles rolled his eyes, the anger and annoyance bubbling within him that only you seemed to bring out; anger and annoyance that should be directed towards himself but you were an easier target.

“it doesn’t have to always be like this.” charles huffed, moving to grip the box with one arm as the other ran through his hair, a nervous habit he just had to do. he couldn’t help but despise how willing you were to get hostile, how your defence mechanism was one that only got himself riled up as well.

you laughed this time, eyes leaving him so you wouldn’t give in to his want to speak too much, so you wouldn’t give too much away.

“don’t give me that.” you were quick to shut down any attempts of his to guilt you into feeling bad for having your walls up. “i know what this means. i don’t need to hear your shitty excuses or reasoning behind it.” you ranted, eyebrows raising to challenge him. daring him to tell you that you were wrong.

the moment he leaves you were sure you’d be sobbing over the fact he was making a move so definite as giving you your belongings, removing any excuse to see him again; cutting final ties, taking that last step neither of you had been able to before.

“right, you’re just gonna assume the worst and run with it?” charles got on the defensive, challenging you right back even though you were right, it was nothing he wouldn’t have told you before. but still, he meant it this time. he wanted to at least.

“fine.” your arms raised then hit your side, the driver slightly taken back as he watched you step aside to make room for him to come inside. “come in. tell me why you can’t do this anymore, apologise for hurting me again. lie to my face, anything to make you feel better about yourself charles.”

it was dig after dig, sarcasm dripping from every word as your offer had charles suddenly wanting to be the one to not talk, his jaw ticking as he shook his head ━ regardless, he wasn’t going to back down, a forced smile on his features as he walked inside your apartment.

“you can’t handle the truth. can’t blame that on me.” he deflected, unfairly shifting the blame onto the failed attempts to stay true to his words on your, well aware he was as much at fault for doing the opposite of what he says.

“what truth?” your question wasn’t one from genuine curiosity, purely not wanting to be on the back foot in the conversation, quick with your tongue as your eyes burned holes into the back of his head, watching as he dropped the box against a random wall outlining your flat.

“that this will never work.” charles spoke the obvious, sounding exasperated as he turned to face you; eyes wide as if he was begging for you to hear him, as if he was the only one able to recognise that conclusion.

despite your guard fully up, his words still stung; they always would ━ nothing hurt more than the fact that things just didn’t work between the pair of you.

“i know that!” you almost yelled back, face matching his with your desperate eyes because you too wanted him to hear you, not at all under a false impression that things between the pair of you could go back to the way they used to be. that it could be anything more than pleasure and heartache.

“then don’t fucking give me shit for doing the hard thing,” charles voice had raised in volume, but it didn’t phase you in the slightest ━ a scoff being heard as you rolled your eyes again.

you didn’t even regret inviting him, arguing with him didn’t stress you anymore. didn’t stress anymore either. the only thing that felt easy these days, a poor and unfortunate security of communication between the pair of you.

“the hard thing?” you hummed in fake interest, head tilting to the slide which had his face turning stoic. “the hard thing is actually staying away charles. and you couldn’t fucking do it.” you hissed, watching as your toxic lover shook his head in immediate denial despite there only being truth to your words.

he hated how you acted as if you weren’t guilty of the same. as if you had never rocked up on his doorstep needy and sad, or rang his phone drunk alone.

“yeah? well i’m going to this time,” charles spoke simply now, deciding against trying to defend himself and instead just have his words hit home, not missing the way your face faltered for a mere second. you recovered as quick as ever, unbothered expression returning as quick as it left.

but charles knew you too well, knew that what sounded like a promise definitely terrified you as much as it did him. could tell by the way your lips twitched and eyes averted.

“yeah okay.” you spoke in fake belief, nodding way too convincingly and once more charles was growing annoyed. he was doubting himself but he wanted to mean it this time. wanted you to believe him, needed you to be under the impression he was done for good; for your own sake.

“i mean it.” charles huffed, arms crossing over his chest as his eyes stayed glued to your figure, desperately wanting to make you crack; except all he got was an amused smile, watching as you stopped yourself from laughing and looked away from him.

“heard it all before charles,” you sighed out, truly at a stage where you just accepted that things weren’t changing. almost at a point where you were willing to continue the torturous cycle of nights together and days sneaking off from one another, maybe because you knew being with anyone else wouldn’t work.

that maybe whatever you had with charles was the best you’re going to get.

“this is different.” charles grumbled, eyes darting to your things on the floor, which after your doubt was starting to seem like a false sense of security for him to believe himself, a gesture to convince himself he meant the words he was speaking.

“right. until when? until i find someone else? until you fuck up on track again?” you wondered aloud, all sense of a filter lost and it was clear to charles you were taking the anger approach rather than upset one, clearly not dwelling over the way he had treated you last week.

charles had so many things he wanted to say; maybe get even, point out all your unhealthy habits as well. remind you that you weren’t innocent yourself, that you’d be dialling his number whenever the next friend of yours gets engaged. or how you’d be at his doorstep the next time you have an extra hard day at work.

he wanted to assure you that you were wrong, that he’d find other ways to numb any pain he feels in the mere future, that he could manage alone; much unlike you who resorted into a cringey relationship.

but he couldn’t, not having enough confidence in proving you wrong because he wasn’t entirely sure you were, hating how he couldn’t be so certain with his thoughts.

“why’d you want to come in hm? wanna fuck again? say it’s the last time, give us closure?” you jumped at the opportunity to talk instead of him, a few steps forwards him had him well aware of the dangerous territory you were entering. “even though we both know damn well it wouldn’t be the last time,”

suddenly you were right in front of him, cocky smirk plastered on your features and charles was struggling to clear his mind that had been sent into a haze with you in such close proximity, the smell of your perfume almost enough to have him folding.

he was better than that though, for the most part at least; he had no intentions to end up in your bed this time.

“last week was the last time.” charles told you, looking down at you now, speaking with so much conviction that you would’ve believed him if you didn’t know any better.

but of course you saw right through him, your smile only growing as your hands moved to rest on his shirt ━ charles immediate thought was to push you away, but he couldn’t; his hands had no want to rid yours off him.

“yeah okay,” you spoke out, eyes staring up at him as your hands sprawled over his clothed torso lightly, tongue poking your cheek for a moment. “you can leave then right?”

charles didn’t even realise when his hands had moved to grip your waist but they had, body subconsciously wanting to make sure you didn’t pull away from him anytime soon, his eyes staring right back at yours.

he can leave. he should leave. he really should, heck you were even giving him the opportunity to do so.

“was hoping to get a box of my things back too.” charles told you, hoping that maybe if he got back to where this visit started he may be brought to his senses. maybe you’d be brought to yours, the sexual tension that never fails to occur could hopefully be put to bed ━ and not literally.

“threw all your shit out last week.” you shrugged right back, mason having visited to grab his things having enlighten a different fury inside of you.

his comments hitting a bit too close to home about you and charles, about how it was ‘all for nothing,’ that you didn’t ‘know your worth. it’s pathetic.’

‘you aren’t sorry. only person you’re sorry for is yourself,’

‘the pair of you were made for each other.’

many digs at yourself and your situation with charles, and you couldn’t even blame him considering he had literally heard you cheat on him over the phone.

so after mason grabbed his things you found every item that once belonged or reminded you of the monegasque and dumped it in the trash.

“right.” charles breathed out with a nod, almost wanting to laugh at how typical that was from you, not able to get mad. nothing out of character from you; throwing his shit down the stairs, off the balcony once.

all deserved not that he’d admit it. and he also wouldn’t admit it was reassuring to know you cared enough to still get so frustrated.

“anything else?” you were acting way too civil right now, confirming to charles you had other plans than to argue; in no way, shape or form would you happily let him leave without another word.

and in no way, shape or form would charles walk out that door without another word. not when you were in his grasp, when you were staring up at him with big eyes that he just couldn’t resist.

he was still confused, confused as to why you did this to yourself. how you could look so shattered last week when he walked out on you; but now look so willing to give him the opportunity to do it again. it made him feel guilty, shitty for letting you reduce your standards so low.

“leave charles go on.” you taunted, actions and words not aligning as your finger tips slipped under his shirt. “this is different yeah?” you were mocking him now, causing him to tense once more; from your words or touch he wasn’t sure.

charles stood no chance, you too much of a temptation to deny, too much of a reward to care about any sense of pride. he wants to blame lust but it’s more than that, it always has been; the reasoning behind both you and him breaking promises and backtracking on your words not able to be explained but mutually understood.

“if you want me to fuck you chérie, just ask.” charles practically snapped ━ one of his hands cupping your cheek roughly as he raised his eyebrows, stare intense and you knew you had him, the smirk that formed on your lips only infuriating him further.

“you’re going to fuck me.” you corrected, the innocent smile you gave him could kill him if he dwelled on it too long, no wonder he was so stuck on you. “that’s why you’re still here.”

you watched as his eyes darted from your own eyes to your lips, his mind ticking away as his jaw clenched; a huff leaving his mouth the last thing you heard befofe he had pulled you in roughly for a kiss.

the eventual moment of content reaching the pair of you, the past minutes spent arguing suddenly worth it as you resorted to back to what felt best. what you both knew best.

you had come to the conclusion that you weren’t willing to have none of charles, so you’d have to settle for some. plus; you were sick pretending as if this was not how it would always end between the pair of you.

you let him push you back until you hit the nearest wall, something to lean against most certainly coming in handy as your hands cupped his cheeks, attempting to keep up with the rough and heated kiss that was as messy as the pair of you.

your hands left his face, wanting to return to his shirt although he was quick to stop you, hands finding yours before you could even tug on the material, gathering your wrists within one hand and pressing them above your head with ease, the sudden movement pulling a gasp from you.

“always gotta prove something hm?” charles quizzed, towering over you as his whole body practically pressed against yours into the wall, your lips parting to speak but the closeness of him was making it difficult to form words.

he noticed this, a sense of relief almost that he’d managed to flip this ━ one kiss and you were the one flustered, when moments ago he was struggling beyond his life.

“just telling the truth.” you huffed out, stare not faltering despite not holding eye contact as easily as you would’ve liked to be, struggling against his grip ━ not because you wanted to break free, just for the sake of it. in no rush to submit.

“you’re fucking infuriating,” charles breathed with a slight shake of his head; although what really infuriated him was himself, his inability to resist you. his inability to treat you right. nothing was easy with you.

except the sex. the sex was second nature.

the small smirk that grew on your features from his words went straight to his cock, his free hand moving to wrap around your throat lightly, his head ducking to press kisses to your jaw.

“should leave,” the driver mumbled out as he worked his way down your jaw, to the skin of your neck that wasn’t covered by his hand; tilting your head to his liking. “you should want me to leave,” he added in a grumble, nipping at your skin lightly which had you whimpered as your head attempted to tilt back, no use against his grip.

there was weight to his words, much bigger meaning than him simply leaving your apartment in this moment, although the latter still applied.

you knew he was right. you should want him to leave, you shouldn’t have even let him in. but you were done lying to yourself about what you wanted, willing to accept such little for the time being, until you got too attached again, where you’d be forced to distance yourself.

“you should hate me.” charles huffed out, hot breath on your skin as he pushed his leg between your thighs; you could already feel where he had left a trail of marks and bites on your neck, unable to complain as small breaths and whines escaped your throat.

“i do.” you lied through gritted teeth, hands attempting to free from his grip once more as he chuckled, head lifting once more to look at you; doubt filled eyes purely because he knew you weren’t telling the truth.

he’d much rather you hated him. maybe if you hated him, he wouldn’t be able to come back, be forced to move on. to get over you. but he had a non false sense of security that one way or another you’d let him back in. you’d forgive him. make an excuse.

he knew this cause he does the same for you. he couldn’t bring himself to hate you despite his friends encouraging him to, couldn’t speak a bad word about you to his manager and trainer who have one too many times tried to convince him in getting over you.

charles didn’t even need to reply, lips pressed against yours again and you were needly kissing back this time, attempting to lean forward to feel as much as him as you could with your body due to your hands still he restrained, but his hold around your neck simply tightened ━ pushing you back against the wall.

maybe charles wasn’t letting you touch him because he still had a bit of faith in himself, maybe he could end this here. walk out, don’t look back. do the hard thing. that was entirely out of the equation the moment you got your hands on him again.

“charles please,” you practically whined into his mouth, hands attempting to break free for what felt like the 100th time, and the monegasque knew he stood on chance. he didn’t have the power, nor want, to deny you no longer.

“merde,” he muttered; hands letting you go completely just to grab at your thighs; hoisting you up quickly ━ your legs and arms quick to wrap around him, a penny dropping of both relief and excitement in both of you.

your fingers tangled through his hair, legs wrapped tight around his torso as the kiss became one of passion; unspoken agreement that this was happening again, and neither of you were going to complain about it no more. not right now at least.

you had barely noticed you were moving, charles navigating your apartment with ease like he had so many times before despite your lips still connected to yours as his full attention on your body, swift move to the couch, only realising you had moved when he sat down and brought you with him.

making the most of a make out session didn’t last, never does; only taking a couple minutes before your hips were attempting to grind over his, ghosted by a bruising grip of his hands and the small grunts of appreciation he continued to make, his hard on now impossible to ignore.

he beat you to it however, when you wanted things to progress, his hands moving your body so that you were straddling only one of his legs; and you had been with him plenty of times to know where this was going.

“really?” you breathed out, hesitantly pulling away from the kiss to try catch your breath, eyes pouring down into his as he nodded in certainty; and you wanted to roll your eyes, expecting the lack of sex between the pair of you would decrease his patience.

“you’re so adamant that i’m going to fuck you, wanna see you work for it,” charles shrugged ━ hands travelling to your ass where he laid a small tap of encouragement, your cheeks heating and eyes actually rolling this time at his words.

although then his grip on your ass tightened, pressing your hips down so your clothed clit brushed against the material of his jeans, your oversized t-shirt having ridden up your legs, the moan that left your lips slightly strained.

he was practically glowing, oozing cockiness now, eyebrows raising in expectance; giving you an opportunity to argue, but of course you didn’t take it considering you could feel his hands on you.

plus with your lace thong being the only thing separating your cunt from his jean cladded thigh, the feeling was too good to ignore, even with the idea of his fingers, tongue or cock in mind.

your hands moved to the hem of his shirt as you began to rock your hips, tugging the material up his body before he took over and shrugged it over his head, discarding in beside the pair of you before his hands were folded behind his head.

he didn’t miss the small frown on your lips from the lack of physical contact on his behalf, your hips dragging along his thigh repetitively, the small whispers and sighs you were making his hard on become more prominent, aching to be freed from his jeans.

“don’t pout.” charles huffed, a flex of his thigh causing a sudden louder moan to escape you quickly. “can’t help but want to see you so desperate for me amour,” he breathed out; your cheeks heating as your hips started to speed up, certainly making a mess over his jeans.

you kept quiet, pout remaining on your lips as you decided to just admire the view ahead of you, knowing complaining wouldn’t get you anywhere as your hands pawed at his skin ━ running over his toned abdomen and chest, although you approached the point where your own movement and grinding wasn’t enough.

charles recognised this quickly however, his hands now finally touching you ━ finding your hips and guiding your movements now with his free hand, pressing you further down, clit repeatedly dragging against his material, your moans becoming more frequent now.

“please charles,” second plea of the night and charles was already ready to give you everything you asked for, breath hitching as he watched you get off on nothing but his thigh; nails digging into your skin, resting under your shirt.

but you just looked so pretty like this, face contorted in pleasure; body rolling so perfectly on top of him. he couldn’t take his eyes off you, suddenly the memory of intending to just talk to you sounded ridiculous. how could he ever pass this up? ever promise to not come back to it.

“see, you can be good mon ange,” charles sighed out in slight awe, before he was fiddling with the hem of your shirt before tugging it off your body; leaving you in your bra and underwear and a perfect sight for himself. “just gotta rough you up a bit first yeah?” he was smirking now, hands coming back down your body; brushing over the marks he had left around your neck before returning to guide your hips.

you were moaning at his words now, nodding ever so slightly as if it would woo him over and he could touch you properly. while you knew from experience you could get off on his thigh alone, you knew you’d cum harder from the likes of his fingers.

“want you,” you huffed out, impatience growing due to the growing arousal, sure to have formed a wet patch on his jeans as you tried to chase your high which seemed so far away, inching ever so closer when he’d flex his thigh or put pressure on your hips.

“can tell. making a mess all over my pants like a fucking whore,” charles replied, watching as the heat raised up your neck and your cheeks, your eyes fluttering shut to avoid his gaze, although you were well aware of one of his hands leaving your body to cup your cheek. “look at me.”

that was short lived, eyes quickly opening to look at him, a small whimper being heard from you as you did so ━ hips still rutting away, charles mouth practically watering at the sight.

“my pretty girl,” his praise was a contrast to the words he had just spoken, barely above a whisper but you heard him loud and clear as he stared at you intently, ignoring the familiar butterflies from his simple words, jaw hanging open as your breathing was heavy. “wanna ride me yeah? that’s what you’re whining for?”

you nodded quickly, small huff from the continuous taunts ━ you had noticed his hard on, which you could easily brag about considering you had barely touched him. but you knew he’d edge you to next thursday if you at all tried to be bratty. and he wasn’t wrong, so badly you wanted more of him.

“please,” you almost cried out, your cunt clenching around nothing ━ his thumb caressing your cheek doing little to ease the ache you had for him, although the sight of him retracting his hands completely to unbuckle his jeans and free himself had your heart jumping.

your hand was quick to replace his, sitting still on his thigh now as you jacked him off a couple times, charles hissing as your thumb spread the pre-cum over his tip; you couldn’t help but smile lazily, knowing damn well you still had such an effect on him.

you were quick to cooperate when charles rid you of your soaked and ruined panties, then helping you reposition yourself on his lap before you were sinking down onto his cock, sliding down with ease due to your time spent riding his thigh.

“oh fuck,” you moaned, biting down harshly on your bottom lip as your arms wrapped around his neck; fingers scratching over the hair on the nape of his neck, charles groan mixing in with yours as he let you set the pace to begin with.

you took a moment to get used to the stretch while charles hands traveled to your back, unclasping your bra ━ adding it to the pile of clothes that had formed around you.

“there you go doll,” charles rasped when you started to move up and down, riding his dick as you had done his thigh moments earlier, hand moving to the back of your hair to bring your lips to his in another kiss.

you were moaning into his mouth as the kiss was heated, lazier than the first you two shared as your hips moved up and down; bouncing on his cock quickly.

you struggled to kiss back when his free hand snaked between your bodies, finding your sensitive clit had you whimpering, eyes fluttering shut once more.

“say you hate me but you sure love this dick hm,” charles grunted, hand leaving your hair to hold your hip down ━ his own hips now lifting to thrust up into you, which had your eyes rolling back; nodding at his words blindly. “such a slut for me, can’t help yourself can you?”

you shook your head now, body bouncing with every thrust and movement he made ━ your jaw agape permanently as the moans continued to fall, growing in volume; sure to be letting all your neighbours know your toxic lover had returned.

“can’t━ can’t hate you,” you whimpered out; well aware he knew that but in the heat of the moment you wanted to clarify, and hearing you say it out loud had charles breathing a little easier, his harsh grip of your hair turning into a delicate hold, fingers running through the strands, a contrast to the way he was pounding into you.

“i know,” he breathed out, hand now sprawling down your back, feeling every inch of skin he could; fingers rubbing circles on your clit enough to have you seeing stars, shamefully approaching your high incredibly quickly. but that was always the way with ‘makeup’ sex.

“can tell your close baby, come on, always cumming so quick for me yeah” charles encouraged ━ basically cooing in your ear as your head fell onto his shoulder, his own orgasm at the back of mind despite feeling you squeeze around him; he wanted nothing more than to feel and see you fall apart above him.

and that you did, cumming on his dick a feeling you’d never get sick of, head falling back and charles groaned from the sight alone ━ the way his name fell from your lips sounding better each time, not slowing down his thrusts to ensure you felt and enjoyed every moment of your high.

“get on your knees.” his words didn’t register at first, mind in a haze despite only one orgasm deep ━ your body definitely still not used to the mind blowing sex despite that one time in the club together, having forgotten how to cope with charles stamina.

you then realised he had stopped moving, meeting his expectant eyes your cheeks heated again, already flushed from your body being on fire ━ the small grunt he let out going straight to your core.

“fucked stupid already love?” charles taunted, hand moving to tangle and tug on your hair, the small whimper you let out doing little to phase him considering your cunt squeezed around him from the movement, causing him to his. “on your knees.”

you were quick now, scrambling off him and settling between his legs, charles breathing irregular now at the sight below him; and when you took him in your mouth fully his head fell back, a loud groan heard from the driver.

“missed this fucking mouth,” he sighed out, eyes squeezing shut as you got to work, eager to please and draw his praise ━ considering you didn’t get the chance to last time. it had been way too long.

his moans were addictive, your own thighs squeezing together as you cleaned yourself off his dick in the process, tongue working expertly as you deepthroated him.

you began to gag and choke every few moments, the noises you were making only causing charles hips to push up ever so slightly, hitting the back of your throat and making your eyes water.

“good girl, there you go,” charles groaned, unexpectedly twitching in your mouth before cumming with little warning, but you were quick to swallow and lap up anything you could, both your own saliva and him gathered on the corners of your mouth and chin.

it didn’t end there, it never did. after he caught his breath which was not too long after you had moved to your room, and you lost count the amount of times he made you cum with his fingers and tongue.

regardless it was enough to tire the pair of you out, and while charles intended to leave the same day he came; it was the following morning and he was still wrapped up in your sheets, sleeping alongside you; you practically on top of him more so.

what neither of you knew that it may be the start of change, that unknowingly the pair of you might finally, just maybe, work things out.

it didn’t necessarily start that morning, because like usual you woke up first; a tug on the heartstrings when you realised you were laying on his chest, the sound of him breathing quite satisfying then utterly heartbreaking.

an old trick of yours, sneaking out of bed and heading straight to the bathroom, running the shower which without fail would always wake him up. then by the time you get out, he’d be gone; awkward conversation or arguing avoided and you wouldn’t see him till next time.

the first change, charles didn’t leave. he’s not sure what possessed him to do so; but instead of taking the opportunity to leave undetected, he found himself opening the bathroom door instead.

you had jumped, body under the hot water as you caught sight of his frame in the mirror, and while talking to him terrified you; being naked in front of him certainly didn’t.

“fucking hell,” you breathed out; hand placing over your chest as you turned to face him, water running down your back and soothing your tired body.

“sorry,” he had almost chuckled, attempting to keep his eyes at your eye level and not admire you, or his work from last night which was scattered over your skin.

“thought you’d be gone,” you couldn’t help but be honest, pursed lips as your hand brushed over your slicked back hair, charles shrugging, taking steps towards the shower as he shut the door behind him.

“well i did come here to talk,” charles pointed out ━ as if he was in here to talk, that was the last thing on his mind now. regardless, with a clear head and steam on your skin, the prospect of talking about the pair of you terrified you.

you knew he had came here with the intent to cut ties.

“right,” you hummed out, turning to face away from him; facing the water now as you let it hit your face, distracting yourself from the possible lurking conversation and argument clear to come. as if not looking at him would just make it all go away.

you heard movement but didn’t pay any mind, until you felt his lips on your shoulder blade; and hand on your hip; quite quickly realising he was behind you, having joined you under the water.

“don’t think we need to talk anymore though,” charles voice was quieter now that he was closer, kisses continuing as you’d leaned back into his chest ever so slightly, a content sigh leaving your lips.

“mhm?” you questioned out, moving to face him again ━ although this time you had to look up through your lashes to make eye contact, watching as he nodded with a small shrug.

“you said it yourself right, last night wasn’t the last time right?” he quirked a brow, a small smirk even tugging on his lips as relief flushed through your body; the pair of you seeming to be back on the same page. for the first time in a long time.

and while it wasn’t the preferred page it would work.

“i don’t know, you didn’t seem to be in agreement,” you had teased, smirk mirroring his as your arms moved up to wrap around his neck; stepping slightly closer, your tits pressing against his chest which had his breath caught in his throat, the hot water flicking onto his skin every few moments doing little to help.

“well i changed my mind.” he spoke quietly, and you didn’t need to reply; lips meeting his again for a passionate kiss.

back into old habits, like when the pair of you first split up. sex. just sex. no arguing. no loving. well, no typical loving. you’d still end up in his arms for the night, and maybe there’d be round two in the morning. or maybe one of you would leave before the other wakes up.

regardless, it was just sex. whenever convenient.

back into old traditions too, first place he’d come to after touching down in monaco after a race would be your apartment, no self hatred about it now because he knew you’d be waiting for him.

the pair of you knew it wouldn’t last forever, being hopelessly in love with him meant that this would only satisfy you for so long. soon you’d be craving more again, willing to take the risk again which would only backfire.

or maybe he’d pull the trigger first, and you’d be too scared again to trust him. then he could change his mind.

it’s all happened before, and while you thought that cycle had ended, this was just the beginning of it all over again.

but you were loving it, because after the whole mason stint and trying to find yourself without him attempts became a miserable fail, nights with him were all you needed.

because you were still his. and he was still yours. and you both knew it too.

so how could this be for the better? how could this be the start of change if it’s just history repeating itself?

gradually leaving before the other realised had become forbidden, an unspoken thing that now only occurred if you had places to be, messages or notes left to explain.

suddenly nights together lead to breakfast in the mornings. or you’d have dinner before getting on your knees for him.

or maybe you’d watch a movie first, then he’d have you screaming his name as you shook on his tongue. somehow, someway and for some reason, casual and activities were being done together again.

but regardless it would always lead and end at sex. the security blanket for the pair of you.

then you showed up at his apartment drunk. not necessarily something new for you, but in recent times you had no reason to drink ━ charles only being on the receiving end of your drunken words when things were sour between the pair of you.

so it was odd, you here practically incoherent when things had been somewhat smooth.

“hi!” you were grinning widely, almost stumbling inside, tripping over your own feet and thanks to his quick reactions times he had ahold of you quickly, a breathy laugh escaping his throat as an arm wrapped around your waist to steady yourself.

“amour how much have you drank?” he couldn’t help but ask as the stench of alcohol hit him, shutting the door as you frowned and leaned into his side ━ unimpressed with the lacklustre welcome.

“a little.” you huffed, head tilting back as you puckered your lips ━ charles unable to hold in his laughter as you desperately looked up at him, the driver pressing a short peck to your lips which had you frowning again. “kiss me properly.”

you sounded like a child, charles laughing and shaking his head. while drunk hook ups were common for the pair of you, they would occur if the both of you were drunk, tipsy more so; alcohol encouraging bad decisions really.

only a few times had he seen you this drunk, although the other times you’d been crying, not giggling or sulking.

“i did.” charles replied innocently, pressing another peck to your lips before attempting to move you to the lounge, a whine being heard from you as you stumbled over your own feet again ━ charles grip the only thing keeping you standing.

“no i want a kiss, a proper kiss,” you huffed, hands pawing at his shirt; his laughter ringing in your eyes as he managed to get you seated on the couch easily, the pout only growing on your lips at the lack of touch from him.

“what the fuck,” you whined, words slurred as you slumped back into the couch, watching as he disappeared into the kitchen. and while you wanted to follow you simply stayed put, head slightly spinning as your eyes focused ahead of you.

“you’re drunk ma chérie,” charles reappeared, glass of water in his hands not that it would do little to help you as he passed it to you, crouching slightly in front of you. “i’ll kiss you properly in the morning.”

the compromise still didn’t impress you, glaring at him as you took the drink, a small sip doing little to take any from the glass before you were attempting to put it on the table, almost falling in the process as charles quickly grabbed it from you and put it down instead.

“big night?” charles hummed innocently, attempting to hide his slight suspicion and curiosity. you didn’t get drunk off your face for no reason, he knew that - well most of the time at least. usually you’d be on the receiving end of his drunk words. or you’d be tipsy and he’d be too, and you couldn’t keep your hands off each other even if you’d be at each other’s throats the last time you spoke.

“i saw mason.” you huffed out, plans on not telling charles completely out the window considering the amount of shots you had done, and you were too far gone to notice the way his face went slack, jaw tending at the mention.

“mason?” charles confirmed, another attempt to not sound as interested as he was; some guilt for probing while you were under the influence. but he knew he didn’t need to question for you to be an open book.

“yeah,” you sighed, eyes shutting now as you leaned back into the couch, sudden tiredness hitting you which had charles snapped out of his selfish thoughts; standing up straight.

he hated that his first worry was still the worst. seeing him again impacted you that much? were you more into him than you let on? he thought you only drunk the pain away when it came to him.

“come on,” charles spoke up again, hands finding your arms and tugging you to your feet, another whine heard as now you were a dead weight in his arms, which had charles huffing ━ how could he forget how difficult you were when drunk.

“was comfy,” you complained, falling right into his chest as he shook his head ━ unable to stop himself from admiring you in the moment, glad you were unaware of the dumbfounded smile on his face as he quickly forgot about the few doubts you had just planted.

“my beds comfier,” charles told you certainly, hands scooping under your thighs and picking you up, your arms and legs, thankfully, wrapping around him happily so he could carry you to his room ━ your small giggle ringing in his ears.

“i know.” your tone was suggestive now, and for your own sake he luckily missed the miserable wiggle of your eyesbrows, regardless he was laughing again, face permanently smiling as he navigated his apartment.

if you were a fly on the wall you’d assume the pair of you were a happy couple, charles playing the role of your boyfriend so naturally, so willing to take care of you in the moment while some could argue it wasn’t his responsibly. but god it felt so right.

“mason thinks i’m stupid,” back to reality, words striking that worry in him that he couldn’t even be effected by your breath on his neck, stilling for a moment in the hallway ━ although he was quick to plaster on his unbothered approach.

“what’d he say?” charles didn’t try to be subtle, reaching his room now as he set you down on the bed; and he was left to hurry in grabbing you a shirt considering you were already headed straight for the sheets, suddenly keen to sleep.

“stupid for going back to you,” you recited his words in a long sigh, charles rolling his eyes with a small scoff that you didn’t pick up as he grabbed a t shirt for you, returning to your side as you looked up at him with big eyes. “no self respect he said.”

charles couldn’t muster any fake smiles on responses, only nodding with gritted teeth and a clenched jaw as he distracted himself with getting you changed, having to do all the work as he rid you of your shoes and tried to get your dress off you.

“told him he doesn’t know what it’s like to be in love,” word vomit, drunken confession that you weren’t phased by in your current state. drunk confessions were more charles things, so he visibly froze mid tug of your dress.

another change, the words didn’t terrify him. didn’t fill him dread, instead just some cheesy warm feeling inside, lips slightly turning upwards as he shook himself out of it. no he could not hold on to your drunk words.

“exactly,” the driver composed himself as he agreed with you, ridding your dress before managing to get the shirt over your head, you lazily raising your arms which was no real help as you gazed at him longingly.

“i do love you.” you sighed, eyes flicking over feature of his face ━ yet your intoxicated mind couldn’t distinguish the twitch of his lips and flicker of excitement in his eyes, or the way his cheeks tinted ever so slightly.

it had been so long since he had heard those words from you, too long. and god it sounded perfect. better than he remembered. for the first time in a long time his first thought wasn’t to tell you that you shouldn’t love him.

“you told me once you love me too much,” you were speaking before he could find the right response; quoting the call he had left you while you were still with mason. “but i don’t think there’s such thing.”

charles raised a brow, wanting to both shut you up and keep you talking, internal conflict as he placed your clothes aside and tugged the shirt down your body.

“what? i just love you the right amount?” charles decided to be playful, grinning which had you grinning as you sunk further into the bed, rolling onto your side to get comfy as you shook your head.

“you just love me.” you yawned, and once more charles found himself smiling like an idiot, attaching himself too much for your words which could not reflect at all where you were currently at but he didn’t care, crawling into bed alongside you after turning the light out. “i hope.” you quickly added.

“i do.” charles barely whispered, although you heard it, not that you’d remember it ━ practically climbing on top of him, getting situated for the night and charles thought he was dreaming. having you in his arms without having been inside of you, cute confessions and admirations being made.

fuck he missed it.

he wanted to do the cheesy thing, test out that popular theory where he spills his love for you when you wouldn’t remember it, but he decided against it.

that didn’t stop the many of thoughts however, he loved you. he wanted this all the time. he wanted you, all of you. again. he needed it actually.

and that didn’t scare him. what scared him was the fact he was thinking like this, scared that this was the beginning of the end once more ━ the start of the arguing once more, hiding feelings and confusion, terrified of being on a different wavelength than you.

so he kept quiet, you seemed to have forgotten of your drunk words, or you were just not mentioning them like he was, charles attempting to run away from his mind which was now almost overthinking every damn interaction.

he’d hold on just that little bit tighter when you were cuddling, stayed in your bed the morning after a few moments longer ━ stall as long as he could when he was in your company.

you didn’t seem to mind either, quite happily falling into both new and old habits with the driver; and once more things were smooth sailing, still uncharted territory being avoided.

then the french grand prix happened. you’d been watching, not that charles was aware you kept up to date with every race, and the sight of him in the barrier was hard enough.

the radio message killed you.

that extent of your frustration and heartache for him made you well aware that your attempts of ignoring your love for him had been to no prevail, wishing for nothing more than to be there for him with open arms.

the selfish part of you worried this could cause him to push you away; it had before, when things get tough he’d either come crawling to your bed or avoid you like the plague to dwell in self pity.

regardless no thoughts stopped you from texting him, something along the lines of ‘don’t be too hard on yourself.’

you were relieved to see him reply later in the evening, a pretty emotionless toned message telling you he’d changed his plans and was flying back to monaco tonight; your heart jumping at the fact he doesn’t seem to have the want to avoid you.

you wanted to be there for him in any way possible.

you asked what time he landed, and when he told you 3am you were suddenly wide awake. you were secretive about your decision in picking him up from the airport, not even considering the fact he may not even want to see you.

so that’s how you ended up at arrivals, one of three people standing there waiting ━ tired eyes and awaiting charles, not at all feeling out of place or as if you were overstepping despite the clear ‘it’s just sex right now’ boundaries.

your small yawns and the lingering want for sleep was the last thing on your mind, eyes glued to the entrance where he should be emerging any time soon.

then he did, your heart aching at the sight of a defeated charles who looked as if he wanted to be anywhere else; sunglasses sitting on his face, mask covering him as well, which he removed both upon realising it was practically empty.

then he saw you, and for the first time since he put it in the wall he found himself smiling, only slightly ━ but it was as if the weight he’d been carrying on his shoulders was just temporarily lifted, a quick numb to the pain he was feeling from your small and sheepish smile.

he fastened his pace ever so slightly, no longer moping as he approached you in the quiet airport, and never had he been so relieved to have his arms around you, a much needed and simple hug as his head fell into the crook of your neck, the pair of you acting on impulse.

“what are you doing here?” he mumbled out, hands tight on your waist ━ revelling in the feeling of your fingers running over his scalp, almost too ashamed to look at you now that he thought about it. being vulnerable with you was usually terrifying as of recent, but right now it felt so right.

“wanted to see you,” you dismissed, pulling back which had charles tensing ━ having felt most content hiding away in your grasp, eyes avoiding yours now that you were only a mere few centimetres apart.

“it’s late amour,” charles huffed; you shouldn’t have been here, he could tell you had sympathy for him. he didn’t deserve it. didn’t deserve any of it, the championship, you; fuck his head was a mess.

you could practically read him perfectly as the thoughts unfolded in his head, watching as he quickly started to feel the urge to push you away as he always did. he didn’t want to burden you with his own issues.

“stop,” your voice was a mere whisper, hands cupping his cheeks lightly to make him look at you. “i’m here. you’re coming home with me. so suck it up,” you told him ━ eyebrows raised as he parted his lips to disagree, clamping them shut as he realised he had no way to.

not when you’d already gone the distance of coming here.

he mustered up an excuse of a smile, and you didn’t mind considering he had agreed. this time last year he probably would’ve ignored you, denied your help and fought back against it even.

silent progress that was somehow being made, which neither of you wanted to address because it seemed too good to be true.

the silence was comfortable on the drive home, despite a couple questions consisting of if he’s hungry, or if he’d rather go back to his.

he settled on your place, deciding he wanted distractions from all things racing. and nothing was a better distraction than you, he’d come to that conclusion many, many years ago.

“i’m not gonna go to bed yet,” charles mumbled quietly as the pair of you entered your apartment, and you only nodded while kicking your shoes off, flicking on the lamp as you didn’t deem the main light necessary.

“we can watch some tv?” you suggested, voice so soft as if anything louder was gonna break him, he knew that wasn’t the case but he couldn’t help but want to seek out reasons to run out on you; but a glance at your eyes and he knew he couldn’t.

“you can go to bed,” charles sighed, not wanting to keep you up as he made his way to the couch; flopping down quite dramatically before his hands were running over his face, events of the day playing over in his head once more. over and over.

“i’m not tired.” a white lie, the sound of the tv filling the room before you were climbing onto the couch next to him, forcing him to lift his hand and open his eyes, met with your small frame next to him, already looking up at him… with tired eyes.

fuck. you were too good for him. life would be a whole lot easier with this sort of support all the time, he had forgotten how natural you were at comfort. comfort beyond sex that was.

you knew he didn’t want to talk about it, he didn’t need typical words which had been fed to him all afternoon. head up. quick turn around. you’ll bounce back. don’t let it get to you son.

you knew him. you knew what he needed.

“you’re lying,” charles sighed, yet his arm stretched up and over you ━ conceding and deciding to accept everything you were offering, tugging you into chest and he was almost proud to see the way your lips curved into a small smile at the action.

this was different to the cuddles that come after orgasms. your smile was different too, only small but he found himself smiling too for a split moment.

“maybe.” you yawned with a small shrug, head tilted up and chin pressed onto his chest so you could look up at him, and he felt vulnerable once more under your gaze, his eyes quickly leaving yours as his head fell back.

more thoughts entering his mind. thoughts he didn’t want to be having but fuck his head was stubborn.

“i don’t deserve this.” charles muttered out, bringing a frown to your face as you shook your head ━ which he couldn’t see but he felt it. “don’t deserve to be in the fight for wins, don’t deserve the championship. don’t deserve you.”

you were shaking your head again, a huff leaving your own lips as your hand reached for his face ━ attempting to sway him into looking back down at you.

“yes you do.” your voice was delicate yet stern, sounding so certain he just had to cast his gaze back onto your dimly lit features. “everyone makes mistakes charles.” you sighed, hating that the cliche sentence was leaving your mouth but he needed to hear it.

“i shouldn’t be though.” he muttered out, chewing on the inside of his cheek, your thumb caressing his skin ever so lightly and it was almost enough to have him out of his little self-pity party.

“you learn from it. you’ve proved you can handle the pressure before. can’t base your entire career on one race.” you told him, eyes pouring up into his as you were quick to defend him from himself.

you had the realisation along time ago that only you could criticise charles. everyone else, himself included, wasn’t allowed to do so.

he stared right back at you, your words hitting harder than he wished they did, just another reminder that you really were the one for him. fuck he can’t be thinking like this right now.

he wanted to tell you that i wasn’t just one race, it had been many. he also wanted to point out that it didn’t change the fact that he also didn’t deserve you. which you seemed to have let out. or say he in fact does not learn from mistakes, your relationship clear evidence of that.

“still don’t deserve this… or you,” charles sighed - quieter this time, shrugging ever so slightly as you now rolled your eyes. he expected maybe a nudge, or another stern lecture; but instead he was left to watch as you looked away, cuddled up into his side and got comfortable with your head resting on his chest.

“well you have me.” you mumbled out, as if saying it any louder would make the admission difficult. “whether you deserve it or not, i’m not going anywhere.” you sounded so certain, for the first time in a long time charles hearing you so open while comfortable.

charles not tensing at the admission either, not planning an escape plan or a way to make you hate him so you’d take back your words. instead he was smiling, again, arm tightening around you as his hand went to run through your hair, practically in awe of you on top of him.

you didn’t mind the lack of response, attempting to stay focused on the tv ahead of you that really couldn’t have less of your interest, instead hypnotised by the feeling of charles fingers playing and running through strands of your hair, wrapping them around his fingers before he’d move his hand down your back.

you could’ve felt guilty for falling asleep, but it was all charles needed. you were better than therapy or any mind coach, the first time in hours he felt as if he could relax was with you simply asleep in his arms. he could think straight, focused on you; focused on how this was what he wanted. a few moments of peace from the consistent dwelling and stressing over that one moment in the race.

he felt as if he was stuck in a flashback, the beginning of your relationship ━ where you were the answer to his problems, not the cause. and once more like that night you showed up drunk he felt hopeful, that maybe things have and could change for the better between the pair of you.

you didn’t even stir when he had moved the pair of you to bed, sleeping like a log until you awoke a few hours later, not so bright and early at around 11am.

gathering your surroundings a familiar sense of dread and emptiness filled you upon waking up in bed, vividly remembering falling asleep on the couch. on charles.

he’d left.

your first thought and worry, your eyes quickly squinting before you came to realise the body next to you, peering up to see charles staring up at the ceiling, hands folded behind his head.

“did i wake you?” his voice almost scared you, unaware that he had seen you, a sheepish smile planting on your features as you shook your head ━ almost on cue yawning as you took all of him in.

he looked tired, beautiful; like always, but very tired.

“did you sleep?” you sounded like a concerned mother, and if you weren’t so concerned you’d be stressing over the way you had fussed over him the past 12 or so hours, completely overstepping self-made boundaries but in the moment you had to room to actually give a shit.

“a little.” he had smiled, the smile reassuring you that his mood had somewhat and at least minimally lifted, and the fact he was still here was a good sign; your own head nodding as you adjusted on top of him, giggling at your typical move to get as close as possible, charles showing no complaints as he rested his hands on your back.

“how long are you here for?” you kept the questions light, knowing better than to probe over anything too race related, anything that could have him left with no choice but to dwindle over upcoming races and media duties.

his face still dropped ever so slight at the mention of leaving, he’d happily just hide away in here for all eternity at this stage.

“fly out wednesday,” he nodded pursed lip, eyes drifting back upon the ceiling, deep in thought so you only hummed in acknowledgement, allowing him to think as you got comfortable on his chest once more.

the tapping of his fingers on your back told you he was in contemplation, but you just enjoyed it rather than let your curiosity get the best of you, enjoying the intimate moment that you had so dearly missed, even telling yourself to make the most of it while it lasts.

“would you come with me?” his question had you confused, eyes looking up at him again to be met with his curious green ones, and it took you a few moments to realise what me meant.

go with him to hungary? to the race?

your lack of response had him tensing, your eyes slightly wide in shock and realisation, charles immediately going into damage control mode as he assumed he’d overstepped, read your kindness wrong. a familiar sense of deja vu in him getting too ahead of himself and you fearing him for it.

it wasn’t until his hands left your back and his eyes drifted to his shoes on the other side of the room that you became aware of his worry, quickly shaking your head as you attempted to lean up.

“yeah,” you rushed out, his eyes snapping back to you in skepticism, your lips pursed ━ you hadn’t even thought your answer through and he could tell, the small sigh he let out doing little to ease the nerves that had just appeared.

“i shouldn’t have━” charles tried to back track, and you almost let him. you would’ve let him a few months ago.

your attendance of races wasn’t necessarily smooth sailing, well they were ━ until they weren’t.

when the arguments in your relationship began to become more frequent, they would occasionally occur on a race weekend, to the point charles didn’t want you there anymore.

which didn’t go down well either; the beginning of the end looking back on it, where the real doubts and questions of your future together first settled in.

you couldn’t really argue with him telling you he didn’t want you at races because you stressed him out. it stung however, because while annoying him had become a defence mechanism for you ━ never would you want to effect his racing.

“you want me there?” you sounded wary - cutting him off, almost as if you didn’t believe him and he was unsure how he should answer.

because he wanted you there. he did. but your reaction had him freaked and this was the perfect opportunity to back out on his offer.

“yeah.” charles bit the bullet, studying your face and every movement, attempting to pick up on any give aways into what was going on in your head.

“i don’t want to━ like if, things got rough or if i━” you stumbled over your words, voice timid and charles finally caught up onto why you were hesitant.

you sounded worried, not stand offish. and hearing you doubt yourself almost shocked him, quickly shaking his head.

“all i wanted yesterday was to see you.” charles admitted through a small breath. “moment i got back to the garage, just thought this would be much more bearable with you here.”

fuck you could never resist him when he was vulnerable, and you didn’t want to; quite easily falling into the trap of charles and his sentiment, blind to the risk you’d be taking in trusting him again.

“if you want me there i’ll be there.” you told him quietly, lips curved upwards as you nodded to add confidence in your promise, practically feeling charles tense body go limp beneath you. although doubt still lingered on his features.

“you can say no.” he wanted to reassure, another realisation of just how good you were too him. another reminder as to why he put up with all the challenges and downsides of whatever the pair of you are.

truth was he didn’t want you there. he needed you.

“i’m not saying no.” you replied quickly, a small grin cracking on your features, and the drivers own features were lighting up too ━ a breathless chuckle leaving his lips, one of both amusement and relief as he shook his head ever so slightly.

it was incredible how charles could feel as if he was on such a high in the moment, a subtle one but unexpected none the less, and it only grew as you leaned up to kiss him ━ a soft and slow kiss unlike the most you two have shared as of recent.

the few moments you pulled away felt incredibly cheesy, and you fucking hated cheesy; so did he, but in the moment it felt so right. a few moments to admire him, enjoy the closeness, the intimacy.

charles didn’t want sex to numb any pain. he just wanted to feel you.

“let me thank you,” charles spoke in a hushed tone as he rolled the pair of you over, hovering over you and you were staring at him dumbfounded, as if you’d let him do anything because you would.

“don’t need to thank me,” you almost scoffed ━ but he had cut you off with his lips back on yours, kiss just as passionate as the first, no sense of urgency as your lips moved in sync, your fingers tangling in his hair as he settled his body between your legs, your right one hooking over his hip.

“want to thank you for putting up with me,” charles pointed out as he pressed a soft kiss to your neck, lowering himself down your body ━ hands finding the hem of your shirt. “for being so good to me,” he added, a kiss placed on your collarbone as your breath got caught in your throat. “you’re so beautiful,”

kiss was pressed to your bare stomach now, and you quickly sat up so he could lift your shirt off your body, eyes watching him intently, struggling to think of any appropriate response to his words.

“charles,” was all you managed in a small sigh, unable to look away from his eyes which were peering up at you as he tugged your sweats down your legs, a kiss then placed to your hip and the delicate and soft actions had never felt so good.

“fucking perfect mon ange,” charles couldn’t help but let the praise and admirations continue, and you didn’t want him to stop. his hand pressed up against your clothed cunt, causing your hips to wiggle as a small whine left your lips. “my pretty girl, so fucking beautiful. i’m obsessed with you.”

your body was melting into his touch, one hand gripping your hip while the other flicked over your lace thong that was covering your clit and folds, wetness forming incredibly quickly.

“please,” the plea was weak, and charles soft smile was just as appealing as his usual smirk when between your legs, fingers swiping your panties down your legs slowly before he was kissing up your thighs.

“not gonna make you beg baby,” charles told you reassuringly, watching as you swallowed intently and nodded before he pressed a light kiss to your clit, then proceeding to lick at your folds and entrance.

your head fell back from what felt like heaven as charles got to work, lazily yet lovingly eating you out and god did it feel good, body responding to every touch and movement he made, his eyes never leaving you as you reacted to the pleasure.

his mumbles of compliments and praise didn’t end, constant reminders of how pretty you were, how good you were; how perfect you were.

you could’ve cum on his tongue, but you wanted nothing more than to feel him too with such heavy words and gazes being shared, forcing your head up to look at him once more.

“wanna feel you,” you breathed out ━ mouth hanging agape as charles let out a breathless chuckle against your cunt.

he stayed true to his word, not wanting to make you beg or wait as he detached his mouth from your heat, shuffling up the bed and hovering over you once more ━ sliding his boxers off before hand.

you had reached to the back of his neck and brought him in for a kiss when he was back at your level, a desperate kiss that spoke for itself, cupping his cheeks so lightly as he slid into you, small gasps escaping your mouth and into his.

he was slow with it, making you feel every inch of him as he bottomed out, charles head dropping of the feeling of you around him as a moan left your lips.

“oh fuck,” you whimpered, fingers moving to scratch down his back, charles using one hand to steady himself as the other rested on your waist ━ beginning to move in and out of you with no rush once more.

slow sex was practically unheard for the pair of you, but it felt so good ━ his thrusts still deep as he stretched you out, your eyes fluttered shut as you adjusted to the sensation you’d never get fully used to.

“so good for me,” charles repeated, eyes lifting to look at you ━ your own eyes opening at his words as you offered a lazy smile, one he mirrored as he fucked you, heavy breaths syncing and filling the room.

“feels so good,” you whined out, unable to look away from the man above you as your hand ran over his arm and bicep. “you’re so good.” you reiterated, eyelids heavy before your hand was resting on his forearm.

his hand left your wrist, taking your hand in his and moving it above your head, pinning it to the pillow which gave him leverage, cock somehow going deeper inside of you which had your back arching and eyes rolling back.

“charles,” you moaned his name, charles unable to keep his eyes off you ━ fingers intertwining with yours and the way you squeezed his hand captured his attention more than your walls squeezing around him.

“never letting you go again,” charles was just speaking his thoughts, pressing kisses to your jaw and you were quick to nod. “all i think about amour, just want you,” charles rasped ━ moaning mid sentence and you were whimpering again.

elated from your building orgasm and the confessions of your lover.

“want you too.” you managed to form words, arm stretching above your head where he was holding your hand. “all of you. want it all,” you whispered, eyes rolling back once more as he laid a slightly harsher thrust.

“you’ve got me baby,” he was quick to assure you ━ head pulling up from the crook of your neck, hand leaving yours only to rub his thumb over your cheek. “all of me. not going anywhere this time. promise.”

your eyes opened once more from the contact, the way he was staring down at you telling you all you needed to know, not one bit of doubt in trusting him despite his and your own track record, and you couldn’t find the words to compare.

so you kissed him again, attempting to feel and touch any bit of him you could, the feeling mutual as your bodies moved in sync and in closeness that was almost impossible.

you were lost in one another, losing track of time before you were cumming around him and he released inside of you, moans and praises bouncing off the walls for your neighbours to hear.

never had you felt so content. never had he felt so content either, and where usually this was the stage where past thoughts and beliefs sneaked in, the silence in the room despite your heavy breathing was mirrored in both your heads.

no regrets this time.

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a/n: sorry this took me 9 years i actually hate my writing it seems :D this is unedited rn bare with me like usual

fourth times the chime though, don’t wanna know how many words i wrote before coming to this ━ and i’m not even fully satisfied with it lols

anyways luvth0t and fluff who would’ve thought 😀

i know i promise more parts then lose interest lol but i do have plans and ideas for a part three, but who knows when i’ll get around to it, bUT if u want more pls let me know cause i just want y’all happy :’) (and i do love this couple as toxic as it is ! )

anyways i hope this somehow lives up to expectation and can follow up sex and regret nicely, the love y’all gave that fic still blows my mind i really love y’all.

as always feedback and interactions are appreciated u all mean the world to me ty ty love u <333

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