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mothwithapencil · 2 years
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Passing on the torch
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natsaffection · 3 months
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Apologize.
Sugar Mommy!Natasha x sugar baby!Reader
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MINORS DNI 18+!
Summary: Natasha let you apologize to her employees
Warnings: Age gap! (N= 37 R= 21), BDSM themes, Mommy kink, spanking, fingering (while watched), degration
Word count: 2,3k
A/n: Happy New year! What better way to start the year than by cumming 4 times bc of this amazing creature? What? Never mind 🔊
💵 This plays in the My sweet Baby universe 💵
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The soft glow of dawn seeped through the large windows of Natasha's penthouse, casting a warm hue across the room. She stirred from her peaceful slumber, a contrast to the groggy but content figure beside her – You.
She, with her graceful demeanor, carefully extricated herself from the cozy embrace, causing you to mumble in protest. „it's Saturdayyy, Why are you getting up so early?"
Natasha smirking and looking back to you, "Some of us have responsibilities, little girl. Work doesn't take weekends off." You, still half-asleep, pouted as Natasha leaned down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I'll be back soon. Try to get some more sleep."
"Mmm, too early for responsibilities.."
As Natasha prepared for the day, the scent of fresh coffee filled the air. You, now more awake, shuffled into the kitchen in one of Natasha's oversized shirts. "You make the best coffee, you know?" Natasha looks behind her, surprised that you are awake now and have gotten up, "One of my many talents.."
You leaned against the kitchen counter, watching Natasha with a mix of admiration and love. Despite the early hour, Natasha's presence radiated confidence and grace. "It won't be too long. What do you have planned for the day?"
you accepted the cup she gave you and thought for a moment "well, Maybe a lazy day in, catching up on shows. You know..the usual."
"Sounds perfect. I'll be back before you know it." Before she goes, she looked at one of her Maiden, “Make sure she gets a good breakfast, I’ll be off for the day.”
“Of course, Mrs. Romanoff. Safe travels.”
As Natasha prepared to leave, she glanced toward the kitchen, catching your eye. „Please don’t made a mess while I’m gone.“
You weren't sure what she meant, but you just smiled innocently and nodded. Natasha takes another quick look around and leaves the house to go to work. As you hear the car drive further and further away, you think about what you can do today. Natasha's house all to yourself? You have to make the most of it.
You get up and put your cup in the sink and before one of the maids could take it, you jump in, "if you like, you can go home.."
She looked at you and just smiled as she picked up the cup, "Don't worry, Ms. Y/n it's fine." But you wouldn't be dissuaded "come on! Surely you have things to do? What's the big deal?"
You put on your puppy dog face and take the cup from her again. She looks at you and relents, "okay fine, but I'll be back in a few hours." Before closing the door, she looks back and bows, "Thank you, Ms Y/n"
And now you're storm free. If you're honest, you already had a plan. You pull out your cell phone and text Kate to see if she's up for a game. Knowing her, she agrees and a little later all you could hear was your screams in the living room.
"Go on, Kate!"
The living room echoed with the sounds of virtual warfare and animated banter as you and Kate immersed yourselves in their gaming session. The excitement mounted and soon you’re playful trash talk escalated to full-blown screams.
"Take that! In your face!"
"No way! I totally had you!"
"Admit it, Kate. I'm the gaming champion!"
"Oh, you wish! Prepare for the ultimate comeback!"
The planned two hours turned into seven and one cup ended up being more. A bag of potato chips here and a salad there. Of course, that wasn't enough, and 2 cartoons of pizza were also added.
You had completely lost track of time and didn't even notice when Maria and the others entered the house and stood there in complete shock. As if it wasn't going to get any better, they heard the keys to the front door and a second later a stressed Natasha came in, exhausted from the day
As Natasha entered her penthouse, she noticed that the hallway was already bustling with people. She put her bags down and called Maria.
"What's going on?"
Maria fidgeting nervously, "Um, well, Mrs. Romanoff,..." Natasha sensed the hesitation and raised an eyebrow. "What is it, Maria? Speak up."
Maria was split between coming to your defense and speaking the truth of her bite "It's just that, um, Miss Y/N may have gotten a little carried away with her activities today. The dishes are piling up, well, the living room isn't exactly in its usual state."
Natasha's expression became serious "I see. Thank you for the information."
"I'm sorry if I -"
"It's not your fault. I appreciate your honesty. I'll take care of it."
Maria nodded and Natasha proceeded to confront you. When she arrived in the living room, she understood what Maria meant. It looked disastrous and you were sitting in the middle of it. With wide headphones on and shouting into them as if you couldn't be heard.
You, on the other hand, were so absorbed in your world that you didn't even notice Natasha grabbing the remote control and switching off the TV. You were so baffled and thought it was a mishap that you read it out like that „NO! What the hell!!! Why is now-" As you get up, you collide with Natasha and fall back onto the couch, "Nat! What are you doing here already?"
She, however, was totally unenthusiastic and you could see that in her eyes, "Already? Y/n have you looked at the time? It's 6 pm! How long have you been sitting in front of that thing?" You repeat what she said and look in shock at the big clock on the wall and your heart stops. Fuck. At that moment you remembered everything else and looked around. Your garbage was everywhere, pizza boxes, forks, empty bottles, the sink was full to the brim, stains everywhere, "U-Uhm...I must have forgotten the time..."
Natasha swallowed her nerves and put the remote back down, "looks like it! You have 10 minutes to clean up the mess. I'm going to take a shower, the day hasn't been stressful enough."
Wow, she sounds like your mom when you were little. Why do they always want you to do it right away? You sigh and lean against the couch again to get away from all the trouble, but Natasha doesn't like that, "What do you think you're doing? Come on, clean up."
You rolled your eyes and your mouth was faster than your brain "come on clean up... Why doesn't Maria do it or something..." when you had spoken it, you remained frozen and literally prayed that Natasha hadn't heard. You turn around, heart pounding, and see her staring at you. Now you really have it. "I-I didn't mean that! I-!"
"Undress."
You blink, what did she say?
Natasha's nostrils flared, her chest rose and fell. "Ah, not so chatty now?" she walks up to you and lifted your chin, "what's wrong? Color?“ Despite the situation, your stomach flutters that she could switch her emotions so much and now asked you about your condition, „G-Green, it's just..what if the others come in?"
Natasha in turn, grinned, "Oh sladost (darling), if that's it..don't worry about it. Now turn around, knees, hands on the floor, and ass in the air.“
Your heart fluttered in your chest as you turned around. Lower your hands to the floor and kneel on the ground. You hear Natasha sit down on the couch and seconds later, came the first blow, "I won't stop until your ass is purple," she announced casually and started again, "You don't have to count this time. But you better be prepared to barely be able to sit for the next week."
You try as hard as you can to stay quiet, so as not to make Natasha any angrier and let the spanks wash over you. After 10 strokes, she leans over you and asks in your ear, "Color?" You exhale deeply and with wiggling arms you say, "Green..."
Natasha leaned back again, "stand up and look at me." You do as she said and now stand in front of her with trembling legs. She leans up again, and looks up at you, "Do you trust me?" You didn't know exactly what she meant by that, but you were clear about one thing, "Of course, Mommy. Always." You see her smiling contentedly, "well then. Off to the corner back there, on your knees and hands behind your back." Your eyes widen. That was new. "M-Mommy..why-"
"Don't question me, or your punishment will be even longer."
You let out a shaky breath and angrily do as she said. When you were in position, Natasha finally stood up, "Come in and clean up please."
Your breath caught in your throat. This isn't really happening.
Natasha looked at you as Maria and the others entered the room to clean up the mess you had made. They didn't even glance at you because they knew what was going to happen if. You, however, didn't know and felt totally exposed. You feel your hands grow cold and close your eyes so that you can drown in the shame of strangers.
"I know it's a lot, but try to do it in ten minutes. I'm finally going to take my shower, and you over there! Don't move an inch." She looks at you again to make sure you've understood. You just whisper "Y-Yes, Mommy.." to yourself and then hear her leave the room. You also heard the maids running through the room to remove the dirt. You just wanted to sink into the ground and try to think of something else.
When Natasha came back exactly 10 minutes later, she was proud to see that not only did the room look clean again, but you were still kneeling in your corner. "What a good girl you can be. Come here."
You stood up and your knees were red due the kneeling. Turning around, you took in the room again and looked around for the maids, but found none. You slowly approached Natasha and she welcomed you with her hands on your hips and looked down at you. "Jump."
You knew what that meant and you jump, wrapping your legs around her, thinking you were both going up to her bedroom now. But you were wrong. She angrily moved you to the couch and put you down again. She kissed you and swallowed your moans that you let out. Then she kissed her way down and stood up again. She took one hand and stroked it from your thigh down to your knee and lifted it slightly. She put her tongue on it and licked her way back up to your throbbing spot, not taking her eyes off you for a second. When she finally took your clit in her mouth, she held your thighs down so you couldn't bend too far and you moaned.
"You are fabulous, your cunt is fabulous." She poked her tongue in, and you put your hands over your mouth, afraid that the others were still around. Natasha noticed this and pulled her tongue out of you. She reached under your back and pulled you up to her. She turned you so that your back was now leaning against her chest. She didn't hesitate for a second and immediately filled you with her fingers "Ah! This p-position! It’s ..."
Natasha wraps an arm around you and pulls you even closer, thrusting deeper into you. You leaned forward to somehow release the pressure, but fearing you were mistaken, Natasha turned you and leaned you against the wall with a hard thrust. She attacks your neck and pumped her fingers in and out, if she didn't hold you against the wall, you would surely slide up and down, „It’s t-too r-rough , my back..."
She lifted one thigh so you could put some weight on it and continued with her temp, "come in."
You were preoccupied with yourself, but when you heard, "Ms. Romanoff." your eyes shot open and you saw Maria standing right in front of you with her head down.
Natasha looked at you, "Apologize to her." Your head is spinning and Natasha's fingers just wouldn't stop pumping continuously in your pussy, this time her thumb rubbing wildly against your clit, "tell her you're sorry for the mess and for the fact that she cleaned it up!"
She gave a strong thrust which made you slide up a little and groan, "I'm sorry! Ah-no ..please..I'm..s-sorry! Ah-h!!!" Natasha was still pushing, "for..?"
She can't be serious..you could barely think, "t-the filth..please.."
"Apology accepted, Ms. Y/n, thank you." You managed to open your eyes a little and blurred to see that Maris still had her head bent down.
"Dismissed." natasha told her in a cold tone and Maria left the room again. Now, Natasha looked at you again, "how's it looking? Lesson learned?" You were literally drooling on her shoulder and could almost just nod, "y-yes..I'm sorry..please..I'm almost there-"
Natasha had to chuckle and applied pressure to her hand one last time. You tensed and held onto her shoulder like you would die if you fell off and before you knew it You came all over her, completely staining her and the floor in your wetness.
Natasha had to hold you so you didn't slip out of her arms. She lifted you bridestyle and you leaned against her chest. This time she really is on her way to the bedroom and as she climbs the stairs she looks at you again and speaks softly, "You know they never seen you from the front. The sight is only for me and especially only for you, okay?"
You wanted to say something about how nice you thought the gesture was, but you just couldn't find the strength and fall into a deep sleep.
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I wannaaaaa
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f0point5 · 1 month
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I know we have a different Y/N now but I saw those pictures of max playing padel and I just kept thinking about Max’s Y/N watching 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲
i miss them
SAME. Ngl I saw the pictures and this just came to me so… I hope this satisfies your craving for them lol
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“Once again,” you declare to Max as you enter the padel court, your hands full with water bottles, “I’m so glad you’re fast,”
“He’s only fast on wheels,” Lando jokes, shaking his head at Max as he takes a bottle. “Seriously, mate, Fernando is a great player, and so was Charles yesterday, so you are definitely the problem,”
Daniel and Fernando agree as they take their bottles, while Max gingerly waits for you to hand him his.
“It’s the- it’s my, like, shoes, mate. They’re sticky,” he defends himself indignantly while Lando and Daniel snicker. “I swear they’re-“
“Don’t worry,” says Fernando, clapping Max on the shoulder. “We tell them what it is in the champions group chat. Oh, no, we can’t, they’re not there,”
The snickering stops, and Lando and Daniel look like kids whose teacher has just asked them to hand in their homework.
“Well,” Lando huffs. “That was uncalled for,”
Everyone just laughs, and Daniel ruffles his hair.
The other three chug at their water while Max stands next to you, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. It’s cute, how unused he is to not being good at something, even more unused to continuing to do that thing regardless. As much as you tease him, you’re immensely proud. You know that voice in his head telling him to stop embarrassing himself all too well. He’s been better at quieting his than you ever have yours.
“Honestly, it’s the wrong shoes,” he mutters to you, sliding one of his feet along the floor.
“I know, Maxy,” you say, tempted to kiss the pout right off his face. “But hey, you’re going home with me, so did you really lose?”
“That’s not worth extra points, so yes,”
“You know, I really thought we’d make it at least six months before I murdered you,” you say, poking him in the chest hard enough that he rubs at the spot over his heart.
“I don’t get it,” Max says, his face twisted in hopeless bewilderment. “How does being with you mean I won padel?”
“Mate, look at your girlfriend. You won life,” Daniel explains, coming up behind you to sling a damp arm around your shoulders.
“Danny, if you ever get that Red Bull seat, call me, because this dufus ain’t cutting it,” you joke, squeezing at his hip. Daniel laughs and lets go if you with a sticky pat to the back as Max groans.
“Naw, come on,” he says, sliding his arms around your waist as you cross your arms over you chest, purposely avoiding looking at him. “I don’t even care about padel,”
He doesn’t pull you closer, mindful that he’s sweaty, and you feel your heart ache a little. Max was the centre of his world, thousands of people spent their lives anticipating a flick of his wrist, but he never once took another person for granted.
“Cut him some slack,” Lando says, and you watch him pour some water over his curls with a grin. “He knows he won the lottery,”
You frown at that. “He didn’t.” You finally turned to Max, looking up at his flushed cheeks and glassy ocean eyes as you press a palm to his cheek. “the lottery is luck. He got me on purpose,”
He smiles at that, hands ghosting over your hips as he lets go of you. “Who cares about being a padel champion?”
You shrug, brushing some hair away from his forehead, just to touch it. “I’d rather go home with a four time world champion anyway,”
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holysainz · 8 months
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his haven - max verstappen
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pairing: max verstappen x reader
warnings: vague and brief mention of minor accident
summary: the rest of the world may see him as mad max but you bring out another side of him
A blur of scarlet and orange sweeps past you as you stand on the sidelines of the Autodromo Nazionale di Monza, the deafening roar of engines echoing in your ears. It’s a sight and sound you’ve grown accustomed to, the chaotic symphony of Formula 1. To your right, the Red Bull team huddles around monitors, eyes glued to their champion, Max Verstappen.
“Mad Max” they call him. On the track, he’s a beast … fierce, relentless, and terrifyingly fast. A blink and you’d miss him. But to you, he’s simply Max, the man you love.
“Over to Max’s girlfriend, how are you feeling right now?” a reporter shoves a microphone towards you.
“I’m confident,” you reply, eyes never leaving the blur that is Max on the track. “He’s at his best when under pressure.”
Away from the screech of tires and buzz of the crowd, Max is different. He’s soft-spoken, his eyes always twinkling with laughter, his smile warming your heart. And it’s this Max you come home to after the race.
“Hey, liefje,” he greets you, brushing a kiss on your temple. His racing gear has been replaced by comfortable jeans and a t-shirt, his hair damp from the shower.
“Hey, how are you feeling?” you ask, noticing the slight grimace as he moves.
“Just a little sore, nothing major,” he shrugs it off, but you’re not convinced.
“Lie down. I’ll get the ice pack," you command, to which he obeys with a chuckle. “Always so bossy.”
“And you love it,” you smirk back, pressing the cold pack to his shoulder gently.
“Only because it’s you,” he confesses, capturing your lips in a tender kiss.
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A race accident brings out Mad Max. His car, a crumpled wreck, his team frantically shouting over the radio, spectators holding their breath. But in the chaotic frenzy, you remain calm.
“Are you okay, Max?” The radio crackles to life.
“I’m okay. I’m okay,” he replies, his voice strained.
Hours later, as he hobbles into your shared hotel room, the fiery anger that usually follows a mishap is absent. He meets your worried gaze, a soft smile playing on his lips. “Told you, I’m okay.”
“But you could’ve been—”
“I wasn’t and that’s what matters,” he interrupts, cradling your face in his hands.
It’s late when Max finally drifts off to sleep, exhaustion overtaking him. You stay awake, staring at his peaceful face, a stark contrast to the Mad Max everyone knows. Your fingers trace the curve of his face, lingering on a small scratch from the accident.
“I love you, you know,” you whisper, though you know he can’t hear you. “But could you try not to scare me like that again?”
A soft mumble is your only response, Max stirring slightly in his sleep. You smile, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.
Mad Max returns to the track, a force to be reckoned with, taking the next race and the next race and the next race by storm. He stands atop the podium, trophy held high, a victorious smile on his face. You’re by his side, matching his grin with your own.
“I couldn’t have done it without you,” he whispers later, holding you close in the quiet of your shared room.
“I didn’t do anything, Max. That was all you,” you respond, your fingers tracing patterns on his chest.
“But that’s where you’re wrong. You see the man, not Mad Max. You make me want to be better, on and off the track. And that ...” he pulls you closer, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, “... that makes all the difference.”
And in that moment, it’s clear to you too. The Mad Max reputation may never leave him but neither will the tender, caring Max you’ve come to love more than life itself. You’re the calm amidst his storm, the quiet in his chaos. And that’s something no one else sees or ever will. You are his anchor, his haven, and he is your love, your Mad Max.
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mariahcarreyyy · 24 days
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congrats on 2k!!! you deserve it and so so much more <3
can i request being overprotective of them in front of prospective partners with max ofc thank u very much -cait/@leclerced
# prompt no.10, being overprotective of them in front of prospective partners
mariahcarreyyy's 2k celebration announcement post
It was embarrassing.
Watching two grown men argue over who would drive you home from the lively, neon-lit bar led to a bashful flush, warming your body amidst the crisp darkness of the night.
Only minutes prior, Max had taken one look at you and decided home was where you should be. You didn't make any protests because he's right; you wonder if you looked like a book to Max—pages crinkled, broken spines, and easily read words in his favorite font.
"I can take my fucking girlfriend home, Max," your boyfriend, Scotty, seethes through gritted teeth, an ugly vein bursting on his forehead.
Scotty evidently did not like the idea of Max driving you home for a reason you had no idea of. You and Max had been friends for years, so if even an ounce of your yearning and want was reciprocated, he would've done something by now.
That thought did little to dwindle the stubborn 'what if's from gnawing at your soul, the twinge in your heart whenever you see Max with anyone but yourself.
And also the slight guilt at thinking of another man when you have a perfectly fine one waiting at home for you each night but. Whatever.
"I swear to fucking God if you get into that car with her--"
Eyes widening, you place a calming hand on Max's shoulder and ignore the daggers your boyfriend is glaring at your touch. "Okay, how 'bout we all relax, yeah?"
Max cranes his neck to look at you, his harsh facade melting when he catches sight of the worry etched on your face. Once his heaving turned into steady breathing, your face ducking shyly to look away from his gaze, your boyfriend cleared his throat loudly.
You hastily drop your hand like the Dutch had burned you, and Max lets out a disapproving noise at the loss of your contact. Yeah, Scotty did not look impressed. The murderous glint in his eyes did nothing to quell the uncomfortable atmosphere, his jaw flexing like he's capable of murder, of tearing Max's limbs off and letting the blood spill on the pavement.
"Scotty...to be fair, you did drink, and I don't really feel like dying tonight."
A hand creeps around Max's waist, your fingertips pinching the flesh after you hear him snort. A barely concealed yelp from the driver has Scotty scrunching his nose up in distaste, nostrils flared, and betrayal painted across his face.
You should probably side with your boyfriend, but. But the cool breeze makes the tiny hairs on your arms stand up, teeth chattering; you wrap the thin, barely-there jacket Max gave you at the beginning of the night and roll your eyes, walking to Max's car.
Fondly, Max observes the impatient tapping of your foot and flush on your face—from the cold, he tells himself, not for the same reasons as himself. He raises his brows tauntingly at Scotty before advancing towards your shaky frame.
"Fuckin' bitch," Scotty mutters into the air, lips pursed into a scowl and vodka overriding his senses.
Your ears don't quite grasp the words, but Max's do. So, when the world champion's fist paves the way for the colorful hues of a bruise to bloom on the bridge of your boyfriend's nose, you can't help but choke on a gasp.
authors note. anddddd scotty makes a comeback!!!! tbf in the og fic he was actually portrayed as a good bf. max & reader r js bad ppl. now i dont have to feel bd tho cus he's terrible in this🥰
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sugurizz · 2 months
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(SMUT/ NSFW +18 - minors DNI!)
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𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭.: Joo Jaekyung x F! reader
𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐒𝐊. (Not a Pt. 3 if you're wondering )
𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬/ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Dark content ahead!, explicit/ graphic content, very DUBCON! , Free use, power dynamics, authority, TOXIC! behaviour (it's Jaekyung DUH), Dom/sub dynamics, unprotected/ vaginal sex, rough/hardcore manhandling, creampie.
𝐉𝐎𝐎 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆 − 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
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A steady furious stream of punches resonated through the training room as you tuned in for your weekly physiotherapy service.
You stepped into a tense and silent room, all eyes darting at the sheer power team Black's stallion ruthlessly displayed. 
His eyes beaming and gaze set dead on the sandbag facing him, his fists clenched in his almost torn bandages and jabbed at it brutally, bending the tough material right at its gravity point. 
He stopped for spilt second, chest rising and falling ardently. His tank top glued stuck to his flexing abdomen, further highlighting the chiseled muscles.
− Joo would've seemed bitter and emotionless to any stranger who would've obeserved his intensive training sessions. But to all teammates and yourself it was a known fact that he pretty much lived for it.
He doesn't really love. He dedicates himself and conquers it. And that's just his own way to be into something.
He doesn't hate the responsibility weighing down on his shoulders, no matter how heavy it gets with every match he aces. He's busied and restless, and it comes with him being a world class champion in his own right, but he takes it well anyways.  
He wakes up every morning just to fulfill the Martial Arts prodigy he aspires to be, for as long as he can, and as long as he keeps breathing... −
He walked around the sparring area, rough and hotheaded, jaw clutched and wrists wiping his heavily damp forehead.
Your eyes meeting his from across the room caught you off guard. You weren't scared by any means, but the authority and superiority he naturally exuded weren't to be questioned. And you clearly had yet to get used to it.
You turned around and pretended to rummage something into your bag, avoiding him at all costs. And truthfully your plan almost worked.. if it wasn't for hearing some footsteps barging into your closest space, and a familiar hand wrapping around your wrist...
'I'm taking the locker room for the next 30 minutes. It'll be locked.' The raven-haired athlete uttered loudly before heading to the room, pulling you along the way.
He dragged you in and shut the door closed. Slammed you against the cold metal, arms hooked onto the locker's top.
He towered over you and flipped you around. The tightness in his boxers had you guessing what was on his mind, sending a feral wave of heat straight between your legs. Your glossy folds instantly clasped, not knowing if it was in fear or just a dreaded arousal.        
He pushed himself against you, covering you in his bold scent. His musky, sweaty chest pushed on your back.    
'Hold on tight. and keep the moaning low. bite down on something if you fucking have to. Got it?'
He's cruel. And it clearly upsets you. He couldn't give two shits about what how feel, just viewing you as another punching bag in the gym. Only one that's soft and grabbable, easy to rile up and fit his needs at any given moment.
His stature and height standing over you is daunting. He's got power over you, his gaze is lustful and bruised up hands being overly touchy compared to how he usually is.  
He slid into your desired hole as a sob escaped your lips, hidden by Jaekyung's demanding tone.
'Quiet.' He hushed through gritted teath, struggling to hold his own groans. The time was tight and so was your pussy, squeezing his fat length to a bursting limit. But how are you even the one to blame? The round, fat tip of his cock streched you, feeling every bit of him in your ridges.     
He ignored your tears rolling down to the floor, head irked down and brain short-circuiting on repeat.
'A-hh..s-slower, Mr Joo, please-'
You accidentally moaned his name, slamming your palm over your lips in shame. He caged you in a tight headlock and cursed, arms nearly breaking your bones. His sweaty musk, pungent and insolent, mixed with his strong everyday cologne, assaulting your nostrils as he pushed a deep 'fucking tight'.
'Fuck, relax..would ya? you keep fucking squeezing your pussy!'
'S-Sir, p-please...if you could just...be gentler...just a bit'
You looked up and faced him in tears, nose runny and lashes sticking together, and he stared you down and grunted. The meaty roughed-up fingers squeezed your lips, violently crashing them onto his.
You flinched, heart throbbing at the rather − affectionate − gesture. Having his tongue down your throat in a locker room was the last thing you expected Jaekyung would do to you. Yet both your teeth clashing together, lips rubbing each other fervently and your tastes mixing with one another confirmed you were in no delusion. You tasted him full and whole on both ends, and the more he filled you the harder it became for you to deny him. 
He bottomed down and bulged inside your tummy, his bulky knees bent into your shaky ones, dumping the thickest load of his cum in your womb.
'I'm off to the training room. Don't stay here for too long and wrap it up quick.'
You leaned against the frigid surface, breath hitched as his distant footsteps exited. The merged sounds of the teammates slowly slipped through the door, snapping you back into reality...
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𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠?
𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆.
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the-offside-rule · 2 months
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Charles Leclerc (Scuderia Ferrari) - Mon Ange
Requested: yes
Prompt: literally just Charles becoming a girl dad
Warnings: dad!Charles
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Charles anxiously paced the hospital corridor, his mind filled with the rhythmic roar of the engines he'd left behind at the race track. The sweet anticipation of becoming a father clashed with the lingering scent of gasoline that clung to him. "Charles, sit down. It's fine." Lorenzo said. "Mama is in with her, she'll be fine." Arthur chimed in. "I know but I can't help but be nervous." Charles mumbled. "What if I'm not good at this?" I'm always away racing. I don't want my daughter to always have to change where she is growing ip just to come and see me race. I could never-" The door opened and out walked Pascale with a beaming smile on her face. Charles stepped forward to his mother with his two brothers pouncing off their seats in anticipation. "Is she alright? Y/n I mean. Maybe my baby too. Are they alright?" Charles asked frantically. "She's fine. Y/n just didn't know if you were back from the race yet." Pascale assured him. "She hasn't had the baby yet. She's waiting for you." Charles moved past his mother and raced to Y/n's side.
Y/n's head had fallen back in exhaustion. She was far too tired to do this and she would be damned if she would do this without her daughter's dad. She flinched as she felt a familiar set of hands grab hers by her bedside. She turned to see Charles kissing her skin. "You're doing great, Mon cœur." he reassured, holding her hand tightly. "Oh thank God you're back." Y/n nearly sobbed. "They wanted me to have her without you." He smiled gently. "It's alright. I'm back now. Let's just breath. Remember how your nurse told you?" Y/n smiled through the pain, and breathed with her boyfriend. "Thank you, Charles. I'm so glad you're here with me." He chuckled. "I wouldn't miss it for the world." Leaning in, he whispered. "Our little princess is on the way."
As the contractions intensified, Y/n gripped Charles' hand tightly. "This is intense." she gasped. Charles nodded, "I can only imagine. But we're in this together." He reached for her forehead, wiping away beads of sweat. "You're incredible, love." Charles laughed weakly. "Easy for you to say." She groaned.
The midwife smiled as she looked up to the couple. "Get ready to meet your baby after this push." Y/n's grip tightened on Charles' hand. "Im so scared." She whispered. "So am I. Just hold my hand as tight as you want." He said, moving her hand back behind her head and placing a kiss on her forehead. "One last push and we have it mon cœur." Y/n took a few deep breaths before she began her final push. With one roar of pain, another's first breath was taken. The pair looked down as they lifted the baby to Y/n's chest. She lifted her hands away from Charles and held her baby closely. Charles couldn't hold back tears of joy. "We did it, Y/n. Look at our beautiful baby." He gently cradled the newborn in his. Y/n smiled, exhausted but radiant. "Our little champion." Charles kissed her forehead. "Look at her." The nurses took the baby to get her all cleaned up while Charles sat right next to Y/n caressing her face.
"Mr Leclerc?" The couple turned to face the nurse. "Would you like to cut the Umbilical cord?" Charles looked surprised. "Am I allowed?" The nurse nodded. "Father's generally do while the mother's rest a little." Charles took a deep breath, stepping forward to gaze at the delicate face of his daughter who was already squirming around. He smiled and ran a finger down her face. "Camille." He whispered, the name rolling off his tongue like a cherished melody. "You just need to snip here between the two clips and that's it." The nurse whispered. "Will it hurt her?" He asked. "Unfortunately, but only for a minute." He took a deep breath, and with one snip, the tears erupted again. "Je suis désolé mon ange, je ne voudrais jamais te faire du mal." He cooed. He sat observing the nurses carefully, already being quite protective of her and finally, he got to hold her.
Charles walked back carefully cradling the small bundle in his arms, not daring to look away. "She's beautiful." He said, sitting down on Y/n's bed. His girlfriend, beaming with exhaustion, looked at him with teary eyes. "She's perfect, Charles." As he held Camille for the first time, the weight of responsibility and love settled on his shoulders. "Hey there, little one," he cooed, a soft smile playing on his lips. "I'm your Daddy." He smiled. "Pascale is going to love her." Y/n whispered. "Are we still going with Camille." She asked. "Of course. We have this name picked out for months." He replied. Charles marveled at the tiny fingers that curled around his own.
That, as Monaco's golden sunset bathed the hospit in warm hues, Charles cradled Camille in his arms as Y/n slept soundly. "You know, sweetheart," he began, his voice tender, "I may race for a living, but you-" He paused. "You're my greatest victory." Camille, still too young to comprehend words, gurgled happily in response. Charles chuckled, a mixture of exhaustion and elation in his eyes. "Chaque course, c'est pour toi et maman. À chacun, je vous promets que mon ange."
Weeks later, Charles returned home from another race weekend, the scent of motor oil now replaced by the sweet aroma of baby powder. He opened the door, and there she was – his girlfriend, weary but smiling, holding Camille in her arms, while Charles held his newest P1 trophy for his family.
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lovinpelova · 4 months
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champions | j. fleming
summary; jessie wins two titles and suggests a new way to celebrate. [SMUT]
🎵 weightless - chiiild
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it started off with your friend dragging you to a football match even though you weren't particularly interested. (and although you loved football with your whole heart) you were a gunner through and through, your father raising you and your brother that way. the match you'd been dragged to was a chelsea one, the womens team playing had persuaded you a little more but you still weren't particularly happy with having to sit in the home section, meaning people thought you were a chelsea fan.
you were sat right at the front with your friend (taylor) due to her season ticket meaning she had reserved seats, growing gradually more excited for the match as you realised it was still football before your eyes landed on a chelsea team member warming up. the women were sprinting towards you and slowing down just in front of the barrier as taylor watched in awe of being so close to all her favourite players, a certain freckled brunette catching your eye as she smiled at you with bright red cheeks once you made eye contact. you smiled back of course, making the girl next to you rant on about how lucky you were to be spotted by one of their best midfielders.
the game went onto be intense against manchester united, alessia russo undoubtedly catching your attention as you were a massive fan of her, before a duel in midfield meant a chelsea player ran into the stands and tipped over. she landed on her back right by your feet and looked up after coughing since she'd had the wind knocked out of her, yourself and taylor helping her up as she thanked you. only then did you realise it was the one that smiled at you during the warmup.
you let go of her and sat down again, watching her get on with the game whilst insisting your friend tell you her name, birthday, where that accent was from- everything she knew about jessie fleming, she filled you in on.
before you knew it, the game was over and chelsea won 3-1 with your friend jumping up in joy, players making their rounds of the pitch as jessie jogged over to thank you for helping her up. she gave you her match-worn shirt after your denial and taylor grabbed it for you before shoving it into your hands, the canadian asking if she'd see you at their home game next week and smiling brightly when your friend once again answered for you, meaning you'd have to watch another chelsea match as a gunner.
but if it meant you got to see jessie again you really didn't mind it.
it went on like that for a while, jessie making efforts to see you at half-time, before or after the match as taylor watched on in awe. not only was a chelsea player right in front of her, she was blatantly flirting with you. at the end of one match jessie asked if you wanted to go for coffee with her, yourself gladly accepting as your friend squealed beside you when sam kerr arrived to drag the canadian away and ever since you left the coffee shop a couple hours later you'd been able to call yourself jessie's girl. (see what i did there?)
now, just over a year later, you were almost crying of joy alongside taylor as chelsea had just won the fa cup and women's super league consecutively. you were so unbelievably proud of jessie, being allowed onto the pitch as you're classed as close family & friends was the best part of it though, seeing as she picked you up and spun you around before kissing you passionately. both of you squealed in joy, the canadian waiting to greet you until after she performed a secret handshake she'd made with taylor, sam gladly dragging her away and leaving you and your girlfriend for a moment of peace.
"i'm so proud of you baby!"
"won it all for you my girl."
she replied with her hands on your hips, leaning in to kiss you softly as your arms wrapped around her neck and pulled her closer before moving away. you rested your forehead on hers with a grin across your face.
"gonna be some crazy celebrations tonight, eh?"
she commented, her canadian accent popping out as you laughed at how strong it still was, feeling her pinch your hips in response.
"me and you will definitely be celebrating tonight- only if you want to though."
you replied softly with a quiet tone to ensure no one heard, reassuring jessie she didn't have to do anything she didn't want to.
"i can never turn down an offer as tempting as that one."
the two of you were quickly broken out of your bubble by guro calling you over to join in on the fun, all the family and friends eventually needing to clear off the pitch and into the private lounge that had been reserved at wembley for an afterparty. you waited around for an hour or two with jessies family and made smalltalk, loving their accents and how they travelled all the way to the uk for their daughter before chelsea players started pouring in with freshly washed hair and new outfits on, medals adorning their necks alongside sam and magda carrying the two trophies they'd just won.
within a couple hours time the players had ran out of energy completely and piled off the dancefloor to sit with their families and catch up, still light outside as it was the middle of spring and barely 6pm. players started to head home with their loved ones after claiming they'd celebrate again tomorrow or were far too tired to keep drinking, including your girlfriend. you both said goodbye to her family and headed home after planning to meet with them for lunch tomorrow to properly celebrate both of the wins in a more calm setting.
you relaxed in the living room for half an hour or so with jessies head on your lap, your fingers running through her hair gently to calm her down from how overwhelming the social interaction was for her that day. the sun was still shining brightly in the sky at 6:30pm, beginning to move down a little as you got up to close the blinds early, knowing jessie would be going to sleep soon out of pure exhaustion. the brunette decided to get up before you could turn around from shutting the blinds, her arms comfortable around your waist as you leaned back into her embrace with your hands on top of hers.
you sighed at the feeling of her lips softly trailing kisses down your neck before turning around to kiss her gently, jessies hands pushing and pulling your hips as she guided you towards your bedroom carefully. the kiss gradually grew into something more as your arms went around her neck to pull her on top of you after she laid you down on the bed, your legs wrapping around her waist just the way she liked.
jessie sat up to remove her shirt as you did the same, both of you tracing fingers along abs and chests and collarbones and sternums and hips and backs and shoulders. you just wanted to feel each other, be tender and sensual- slow down to be together for the first time in ages. your girlfriend truly loved you and whenever she loved on you it was amazing but recently you hadn't gotten the opportunity to have a moment like this due to how busy her schedule was at the end of the season.
jessie was going to make up for that.
she leaned down to kiss you softly with her hands trailing all over your body, caressing your thighs as her lips trailed down your neck whilst leaving gentle love bites, relishing in the breathy moan you let out. your hands moved along her back and towards her shorts, slapping her bum cheekily as you laughed together before tugging on her waistband to give her a hint. she stood up quickly and took off her shorts as you sat up to take yours off, both of you now only in your underwear.
"i have an idea- something new for us to try. but i don't know if you'll be up for it?"
"tell me."
you spoke gently as she climbed on top of you again, leaning up onto her knees whilst reaching for the bedside drawer to your right and opening it, pulling something out with a nervous expression. you set your eyes on it and immediately recognised what it was - you'd never used one before - but if jessie wanted it and made you comfortable enough then you'd definitely be up for trying it out. you eyed up the strap in her hand and noticed jessie looking at you curiously, watching as you decided between using it and not using it before nodding your head.
"are you sure?"
"yes, jessie. i trust you and you make me feel comfortable enough to know that you only wanna do this because you think it'll feel good for me. i'm sure."
jessie smiled down at you before kissing you sweetly, quickly putting it on comfortably so the matter wasn't spoken about anymore until it turned awkward. you initiated another kiss, a bit more heated but still soft as she slipped her tongue into it, an involuntary moan leaving your lips at the feeling of her completely invading your mouth. the canadian trailed her hands down to your underwear, suddenly too impatient to take off your bra and looked up for a final word of consent, slowly peeling it off with kisses trailing along your thighs before she threw it across the room like the rest of your clothes.
she kissed back up your thighs and smiled against your skin as your fingers tangled into her hair, massaging your hips with her tongue dipping into your heat tentatively. she licked a long stripe up towards your clit and took it into her mouth, switching between gently sucking and flicking her tongue back and forth just the way you liked, internally grinning at the noises of approval you were letting out.
"oh, yes jessie. just like that."
you chanted her name like a mantra with your fingers tightening their grip in her hair, her tongue trailing down towards your entrance and prodding in until her nose was bumping against your clit with her mouths movements. the midfielder adjusted herself to your needs, pushing your legs over her shoulders as she dove in deeper, obsessed with your taste. you looked down once you heard her moan against you pleasurably, expecting her to be touching herself but seeing both her hands on your thighs as her eyes rolled back and her hips completely still.
jessie was getting off from eating you out.
your moans picked up in frequency as she sucked your clit into her mouth again and moved her head up and down alongside her tongues movements, thighs tightening against her ears as you came for the first time that night. jessie smiled proudly to herself as she continued her tongues movements whilst you rode out your high, not letting any of your arousal go to waste as she licked it all up, moving away to kiss your inner thighs before coming back up to your face and kissing you deeply.
"will never get over how good you taste."
"could tell by the way you were getting off just then."
you teased as her cheeks grew redder than they already were, laughing at her sudden shyness before she grabbed your hips to bring you back into the moment. her hand grabbed the strap and guided it towards your entrance, slowly pushing it in inch-by-inch as you exhaled deeply.
"you okay?"
you let out a hum of pleasure whilst nodding your head, arms wrapping around her back to gently scratch at her skin as she bottomed out. when you felt the base of the strap hit your clit you moaned loudly, quickly covering your mouth with wide eyes as you laughed with jessie, your legs tightening around her waist to encourage more movement from her. she understood your request immediately and maintained eye contact as the hand covering your mouth fell to the bed beside you, the canadians hips moving slowly and deeply whilst she laced your fingers together against the comfortable bedsheets, her other one resting on your waist as yours was on the base of her neck.
you pulled her down into a soft kiss as you moaned into her mouth when the strap hit a particularly sensitive spot inside you after jessie readjusted slightly, the canadian taking note of it and moving to stay in that position so she could make this experience as pleasurable as possible for you. she pulled away from the kiss to catch her breath with her head resting on yours, eyes still locked with an intensity you'd never felt before as your eyebrows furrowed and mouth fell open.
jessie smiled and gripped your hand tighter, feeling you do the same as her hips continued their slow movements, so glad you were trusting her with this new experience.
"god i love you. i love you so much."
she whispered as your moans picked up again and you began nodding your head senselessly, encouraging her to keep going.
"i love you jess. you feel so good."
your head threw back lightly as she smiled at your response, kissing along your cheek and jawline before reaching your chest, scattering kisses here and there with her hips moving into you as deeply as possible and upwards slightly. she could tell by the way your back was arching that you were close - really close - and she was so determined to get you to your second orgasm of the night.
"so good to me babygirl, wanna make you feel good all night long. such a good girl."
"jess- kiss me please."
you whined in response to her praise, the canadian immediately obliging and kissing you passionately as your hand squeezed hers tightly and your legs spasmed in pleasure, toes curling whilst jessie pushed you towards the edge and helped you ride out your high. once she knew you were feeling overstimulated she gently pulled out and took the strap off, throwing it to the floor so she could deal with later on as she moved to lie beside you and opened her arms, kissing your head as you fell to her chest with both of you breathing heavily so you could calm down in each others arms.
in her opinion, that celebration was way better than getting drunk with her teammates.
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saey707 · 5 months
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could you write a smut request/headcanons for heartsteel!kayn where he admires the marks f!reader left on him last night?
✿ Prompt: Kayn gets marked ✿
♡ champion focus: kayn ♡ tw: nsfw ♡ Female reader
Author’s Note: Hello anon! Thanks so much for the request ( ๑ ˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و ♡ I tried to make this one hornier than my other requests for Heartsteel Kayn since ya asked, so I hope you enjoy! ૮₍´。ᵔ ꈊ ᵔ。`₎ა
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After a long evening performing center stage, Kayn looks forward to nothing more than getting to go back to his hotel room, kicking his shoes off, and resting for a while... That is until he decides to get back up and cause chaos during the late-night hours.
So who better to rough up some trouble with than a beautiful girl?
His method of meeting you was... Not so traditional, no. In fact, prior to taking you with him back to his hotel room, he couldn't stop himself from getting into a bar brawl with a man before you who was trying a bit too hard to get you to leave with his friends... It was so romantic~!
As soon as you both got to his hotel room, you couldn't stop yourselves from engaging one another in a steamy kiss. His teeth sank into your bottom lip, scleraed eyes boring into your own.
His lips tasted like cheap sake whenever you connected with them, but even then you still couldn't get enough of his intoxicating taste.
The stranger's allure could be compared to that of an Asmodeus demon- evilly lustful, with just enough love to reel you into the hook.
"Mm...~ I never got your name~" He purred against your cheek, lips trailing down to connect with your neck, while his hands did the rest of the talking. "Maybe we can wait until morning for the formalities... Why don't you tell me yours for now? That is if you are looking for me to moan your own name tonight..." You suggested.
Amused, he huffed against your skin, before smirking and placing another kiss upon your exposed collarbone.
"It's Kayn. Be sure to scream it loud~ It's the only name you'll want to yell by the time I'm done with you, baby girl." He grabbed your chin with his hand, chuckling lowly. It was degrading, the way he spoke to you... But you couldn't help but love how disgustingly devilish he was.
Progressively, you found yourself under his covers, naked bodies intertwined with one another. Not even some hours prior you had just denied a stranger your presence; Now, you were giving it to another so intimately... How the thought alone was enough to entertain the musical pariah.
The very air you were breathing felt hot, clashing with his own as he pressed his forehead against your own, chuckling to himself as he smashed his lips back onto yours.
His calloused hands rested on your hips. He lowered his head back, allowing himself to somewhat relax while you proceeded to shove his length inside of you.
"Fuck, princess... You want me so bad, don't you?"
The pained grimace on your face turned Kayn on more, the rockstar aggressively beginning to bruise your hips with his fingers as he slammed himself into your pussy over and over again. There was nothing more Kayn loved than rough sex.
"Ah~ Kayn~!!" "Mmh~ I love it when you say my name like that...~" The pair of you were vigorous with your actions, intoxicated, and pretending like your love was mutual.
But deep down, you both knew in the morning it would be like you two were nothing but strangers... So you wanted to make sure the night lasted.
You felt the weight of your upper core buckle as you sank forward into his chest, opening up the opportunity for him to roughly flip you into the bed. He hastily aligned himself with your pussy, muttering profanities under his breath before he began to push himself inside of you once more. Instinctively, your fingernails began to claw at his back. His eyes screwed shut, finding himself moaning louder against your lips.
He spoke quietly, yet devious: "I'm not stopping yet... Not until I come inside this tight little cunt of yours..."
When morning arrived, Kayn awoke to an unfamiliar sting on his arms and back, an empty spot in the bed beside him. Once again, he felt alone with nothing but his thoughts.
With a pounding head, he sat up in his bed, forcing himself to get up and take a long, hard look at himself in the bathroom mirror.
It will come as a surprise to see the inflamed and bloody scratches on his skin...
But he was pleased either way.
And Kayn was even more pleased to see his mystery girl left a note for him on his nightstand, articulating her name and her number: "Let's do this again sometime, Kayn~"
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thebearchives · 1 year
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paper-thin walls | m.s.
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PAIR. neighbour!mick schumacher x single mother!reader
SUMM. noisy neighbours was the last thing mick was expecting after the long f1 season. he's tired, he's stressed, and believe it or not, he's ready to give his neighbour a piece of his damn mind.
WC. 5.6k
NOTES. first fic of 2023, everyone cheer!! i'm trying out new styles of writing, so please lmk how you found this fic.
WARNINGS include excessive use of the word 'fuck' (i'm sorry), and...shirtless mick? as always, don't be a ghost reader!
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rest and relaxation, mick. that’s what toto had told him before he waved him off at the airport. we need you in prime shape for the next season.
mick tossed in his bed, migraine prickling the back of his head as another screech came from the wall beside him. 
look like you haven’t slept in months, mate. george had thrown an arm over his shoulder, cheeky smile playing on his lips as he brought a finger up to poke the obvious bags under mick’s eye. look alive, mick. it’s only gonna get worse from here.
it wasn’t official yet, but soon, news would drop about lewis’ retirement and mick’s subsequent promotion to the empty mercedes seat. he supposed that george was right. the season had only just ended and yet already, his shared calendar was filling up faster and faster with events, testing sessions, and appearances for the new season.
i’ll tell you this now. get all the sleep you can get this break. lewis rolled his shoulders back, stretching his neck side-to-side. the now eighth-time champion yawned loudly, muttering about how he was glad to be escaping the early mornings of simulator practice that happened closer to the start and end of the off season. 
mick couldn’t help the sigh that escaped his lips. it was strange, really, how quickly the idea of sleep had turned from attainable to something as out-of-reach as his seat on the grid had been the year prior. except, only his fight for his seat came with much less crying and screaming from his next door neighbour.
now listen, mick didn’t hate kids, alright. in fact, his older sister had brought a wonderful little boy into the world some years ago, and mick didn’t like to brag, but he was certain he was his nephew’s favourite uncle;
( “you’re also his only uncle, mick.” gina rolled her eyes as she watched mick toss her son up in the air. 
mick waved her off, laughing along with his nephew. “i’m still his favourite, aren’t i, jonah?” 
he had directed the second half of his sentence to the boy in his arms who, when addressed, nodded rapidly and smiled at his mom with his crooked teeth. 
“yeah, mama! uncle mickie is the best uncle in the whoooooole world!” )
so, yeah, it was fair to say mick liked kids. but when that kid is crying her little lungs out at 2:53 in the morning for the third night in a row? yeah, that’s when he draws a line. 
a beat passed before another set of pitiful whines reverberated from the wall. mick pulled the pillow out from under him, and stuffed it over his head instead, hoping to drown out the sounds. 
his first order of business as a mercedes amg driver? move the fuck out. 
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your eyes were red, beady with unshed tears as the figurative hammers slammed against your head. 
amelia was sick— had been for the past three days now. you had been trying to soothe her cries for the past hour, but to no avail. your heart broke to see your little angel’s face contort in pain as her whole body ached. 
it’s a simple cold. your pediatrician had told you such with a small smile. she was holding on to a red lollipop that she reached over and handed to amelia. the two-year-old had reluctantly reached out and grabbed it before rushing back against your side. her forehead was burning up as you pushed her bangs away from her face, face visibly worried. it’s viral, hon. the seasons are changing. nothing to worry about.
you had a sneaking suspicion that the lady from the fourth floor with the hacking cough had been the one to infect your little girl. if only the elevator doors had closed on her that day.
( you pressed the ‘door close’ button repeatedly, willing it to close before anne from the fourth floor would reach the elevator. 
amelia giggled with each press of the button. “i wanna try! i wanna try! mommy, please can i try?” she had stood on her tippy-toes, teetering over and grabbing onto your dress as support. 
you smiled, hand leaving the button to instead ruffle her hair. “it’s all yours, little lady. have at it.”
amelia reached over and pushed her finger against the ‘door open’ button. you held in a groan as the door jerked in the opposite direction. you tutted lightly, pushing amelia’s finger to the next button over. “wrong button, baby.”
amelia ‘ohh’ed,  finger pushing against the button one again, but it was too late.
you watched as anne rushed to the elevator door with a rejuvenated fervor, wanting so badly for the doors to close right before she got on. you prayed to schindler elevators that the doors would close on her.
schindler elevators inc. was unfortunately not a god, and thus, anne got on.
“good afternoon, dear.” anne sniffled out, turning to look at the little girl in front of you. “thank you for waiting, dearie.”
amelia smiled, “you’re welcome! what floor?” 
anne coughed loudly. you tried to hide your grimace. “fourth, please.”
the doors finally closed and amelia tugged on your dress once again. you smiled at her hopeless face, reaching up to press the fourth floor button. 
anne had coughed and sneezed a few more times before she nasally said goodbye and got off on her floor. )
anne was a sweet lady, you wouldn’t deny it. but at this moment in time, you couldn’t help but curse her with all the malicious intent you could muster. you were tired. amelia was tired. and yet, nothing you were doing seemed to lull the girl into a state of slumber.
faintly, you could feel the guilt creeping up on you. the walls of your apartment complex were thin— you’d learned that the hard way. you were aware of how amelia’s cries were probably making their way into your neighbour’ houses and into the hallway, but quite frankly, you couldn’t even pretend to give a shit while you pulled amelia into your arms and took her on a little walk around your apartment. 
her loud cries slowly turned into sniffles and low whines as you rocked her around your house, showing her all the framed pictures hung around your house. one of her hands found its way to your hair, twirling some strands while the other stayed nestled between your bodies. your shirts had come off long ago— skin-to-skin was always a great comfort for amelia, and you could tell that the material of her sleeves and your t-shirt was overstimulating her greatly. 
even dressed in just a diaper, amelia’s arm, and subsequently, the rest of her body, was burning up from the fever she was running. you had a feeling that the medicine you had given her before her scheduled bedtime was wearing off, but amelia had refused to drink her milk and you were reluctant to give her another dose on an empty stomach. 
you hated to rouse her once she had finally quieted down but after being a mother for two years, you quickly learned that too much empathy could lead to your downfall. amelia needed to take her medicine now so that she wouldn’t have another meltdown in an hour’s time, and if that came at the expense of her crying just a bit more, it’d have to do.
you hesitantly pulled amelia away from your skin, hushing her lightly as she started to resist and whine. “i know, i know. i’m sorry, baby. i know it hurts.” 
you made your way to the kitchen. you talked amelia through every step, hoping to keep her distracted long enough to pull out an applesauce cup from the pantry. “we’re gonna eat some food and then give you your medicine so your body stops hurting. okay, baby?” 
amelia shivered lightly as your hand grazed over her stomach. she watched with wet eyes as you grabbed a spoon and attempted to open the cup— it was quite hard, doing everything with one hand.
“can mommy put you down?” you stopped and looked down at amelia, who frowned before slowly shaking her head and leaning into your chest again. “you wanna sit in my lap?” amelia nodded, a shuddered breath escaping her as she let herself calm down.
you worked quickly, sitting down with a tired baby in your lap and peeling open the cup. you fed amelia with slow bites, hoping she kept her food down this time. after she finished about half the cup, she started to fuss, pushing her face into your arm to avoid eating anymore. you were too tired to care about the fact that she had rubbed applesauce all over your bare arm. 
you decided against giving her the next dose of medicine until she stopped being fussy— if there was anything amelia had seemed to hate more than being sick, it was taking her medicine. the one she had been prescribed was grape flavoured, and it was by far the worst flavour of medicine you had the disgrace of stumbling across. you pitied your daughter. truly, you did, but you wanted her to get better, and if this grape-flavoured syrup was the only way to nurse her back to health, you’d do whatever it takes to get her to drink it. 
amelia was now sitting on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket as her clammy skin made her feel cold. she watched you with narrowed eyes as you manoeuvred around the kitchen to find her medicine and her sippy cup filled with water. although you had tried your hardest to hide the bottle from her, amelia recognized the purple bottle instantly, shaking her head furiously and whining out a no, mommy.
you sighed, not wanting to experience the third meltdown of the night. half heartedly, you wished for her to just stop crying and go to sleep, entirely too exhausted by caring for a sick child while running on a combined two hours of sleep. 
you couldn’t help but mentally scold yourself; god, you were such a bad mother. here your daughter was— sick and in need of your comfort— and instead of comforting her, you’re frustrated with her tears and couldn’t stand to hear another cry. you were just so tired. yet, you had no right to complain— you knew being a single mother would have been hard, but you still went through with it. 
you took a deep breath in, trying to stop yourself from spiralling. 
you carried amelia in your womb for nine months alone. you had gave birth alone. you had spent the last three years raising amelia on your own, and god damn it, a sickness would not make you question your worth as a mother. not over your dead body.
“alright, mimi.” you crouched in front of where amelia had been sitting, a weak smile on your face to try and coax her into drinking her medicine. “you’ve gotta drink your medicine if you want to feel better, okay?— no, don’t give me that look. mommy doesn’t want to give you this either, but you have to drink it or else you’ll continue hurting all night.”
the young girl sniffled, eyes already watering again. “but it’s yucky!”
you placed the sippy cup on the ground beside you, reaching up to caress her cheek lightly. “it is, but it helps you feel less icky and achy, okay?”
amelia stared at the bottle in your hand, a frown clear on her face. you wished she hadn’t taken up your stubbornness. 
“we can do this the easy way, or the hard way, amelia.” you gave her a slightly stern look.
amelia shook her head before pushing it back and into the cushion of the couch. 
hard way, it is.
you leave me no choice, amelia. you placed the plastic feeding syringe filled with 5 mL of the purple medicine, and reached out to hold onto amelia. you sat down in her spot, holding the girl down by her arms as she started to yell and flail her limbs. after she realized her arms were being held, she began to kick her feet, trying to roll out of your arms. 
your grip didn’t loosen, leaning forward to grab the syringe once again. you held the syringe near her mouth, and amelia immediately started to scream louder, yells turning into sobs. again, very faintly, you worried about the noise and your neighbours, but you pushed forward. 
you placed the syringe against the inside of her cheek, releasing some of the medicine. amelia stopped crying for a slight second to swallow before going back to her loud cries. the migraine from earlier returned as you repeated your actions twice more before tossing the empty syringe to the table and pulling the girl up in your lap.
amelia gagged loudly, and you couldn’t stop the loud no, no, no! no throwing up from escaping your lips. you grabbed her sippy cup before helping her wash down the medicine. god, children were so dramatic.
amelia, whose hands were now free, pushed the sippy cup away after a few sips. her lips were downturned into a big pout, and her eyes were glassy. her breath shuddered, still recovering from her outburst from seconds ago. you cooed gently, pushing her hair away from her forehead and eyes. 
“see, that wasn’t so bad now, was it?” you imagined that if she knew how, amelia would respond to you with a death glare. 
you pulled the girl closer to you, hand on her hair, smoothing it down as she placed her wet cheek against your sternum. you whispered quiet compliments to your baby as she started to calm down, hand coming back up to grab your hair and tangle her fingers into it.
it was quiet— no sounds aside from your whispers of i love you’s and amelia’s heavy breathing (her nose had stuffed up not too long ago). it had stayed quiet for maybe twenty seconds, until the silence was broken by a rather aggressive knock on your door.
amelia startled, and your heart dropped.  fuck.
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mick wasn’t sure when he finally dozed off. the little girl from the other side of his wall had finally quieted down, and he could faintly hear another woman’s voice coaxing her to calm down. 
when he came to again, it had of course been due to another meltdown from the girl. he’d startled awake, pillow falling from his face and onto the floor beside him. his heart rate was erratic, and it took him a few seconds to get a bearing of his surroundings. when the next cry resonated through his room, he couldn’t help the loud groan from escaping past his lips.
mick sat up in his bed, suddenly feeling a strong wave of rage crash over him. it was late, and he was tired. it was past 3 am now, and mick schumacher had had enough.
the last few days had been stressful, to say the least. mick was going to be an official driver on the grid next season, for mercedes, and as excited as he was, he was also nervous— extremely nervous. yes, it was off season, but everyone knew that off season meant preparing for the next season. there really weren’t any “days off” in formula one, not really— if it wasn’t driving, it was sim work, and if it wasn’t the sim, it was working out to keep those muscles in shape.
frankly, mick had mentally exhausted himself by worrying for his next season in formula one, and with the lack of sleep, the man was nearing insanity.
he could feel the frustration, the exhaustion, and all his anxieties start to build up; start to consume him. he let them consume him. 
as if on autopilot, mick got out of his bed, walking out of his bedroom and directly towards his front door. another loud cry came from across the wall, this one louder from all the rest. 
if mick had been in his right mind, he wouldn’t have opened the door and rapped his knuckles against his neighbour’s door rather aggressively. but alas, mick had finally exploded, and who better to release his frustrations on than his next-door neighbours who couldn’t shut the fuck up at 3 am on a wednesday night. 
the second he registered his hand on the painted black door, he paled. fuck. mick felt like he was slapped in the face— what the fuck was he thinking? what the fuck could he possibly do? yell at whoever opened the door? tell them to shut their baby up? fuck. fuck.
mick held his breath, pulling his hand back. should i run for it? his eyes flitted from the door in front of him to his own. a beat passed, the door didn’t open, but he could still hear whining and muffled murmurs. it was louder now that he was out in the hallway— his walls had been thin, but perhaps the ones that lined the sides of the hallway were thinner. maybe they didn’t hear me.
before he could decide between standing his (now, remorseful) ground, or turn tail and hurry back home and sleep with his shitty “noise-cancelling” headphones on, the door opened. his head jerked up at the sound, eyes raking over your figure as he worked up the nerve to look you in the eyes.
you were a sight to behold, dressed in a plain black sports bra and loose, plaid pajama pants that coincidentally mirrored the colours of mercedes. the quick ponytail you had thrown your hair into some hours prior was now a ghost of what it should have been— most of your hair slipping out and splaying over your shoulders. the tangled ends could only have been caused by the young girl held in your arms. she was covered up more than you were, but from where the blanket fell off her shoulder and exposed her arm, mick could tell she was just as bare, if not more. (skin-to-skin, he’d realize some hours later as he laid on the couch and stared at the ceiling, this time wide awake on his own accord.)
your eyes, mick quickly learned, told stories clearer than even the most renowned storytellers. they were droopy and bloodshot with the lack of sleep. mick could read the exhaustion through them from miles away. aside from that, they were also bleary— as if you were seconds away from bursting into tears yourself. the girl in your arms sniffled, dragging his attention away once more as he scanned his eyes over her rosy red cheeks and irritated nose. oh.
a rogue wave of guilt crashed over mick, almost drowning him in the process. in his blind rage, mick hadn’t even considered what could have possibly led the girl in your arms to cry. it seems that the lack of sleep had killed his brain cells— rid him of all common sense and critical thinking. she was sick. 
the air was rather quiet around you three— aside from the little girl’s sniffling and heavy breaths, silence filled the air. mick mulled over what he should say. 
the girl in your arms shivered and you shifted her closer. another second of silence passed and you decided to take the reins of the conversation. “hi, are you here about the noise?”
mick could do nothing but nod, still feeling regretful for having knocked in the first place. his lips turned upwards into a sheepish smile, hand ruffling his already messy hair.
“listen, i’m really sorry. my daughter hasn’t been feeling the best for the past few nights, and i went around to let the rest of the hall know…” you trailed off, cocking your eyebrow as you asked him a question. “i don’t think i saw you around?”
mick stuttered. “uh, yup. yeah. sorry, i was out of town for the past few weeks and only just got back,” he gestured to the door to the right of your own. “ i live next door.”
you winced. “ah, that means you’re on the opposite side of my bedroom. i’m sorry, really. amelia rarely gets sick but when she does, she’s quite the force to be reckoned with…the noise should go down now, hopefully. her medicine wore off, and she’s just gotten a new dose. let’s both hope she sleeps like a baby, yeah?”
the light chuckle that escaped your lips made mick’s heart warm. the sheepish smile turned into a shy one. “yeah, of course. i’ll let you guys go to bed, then,” he gestured his head to amelia, who had somewhat fallen asleep against your shoulder, a line of drool dripping from her open mouth. “sorry for bothering you guys this late at night.”
you lightly shook your head. “i should be saying that to you. i’ll try my very hardest to make sure you’re able to catch up on sleep now!”
mick smiled and wished you a good night, turning back towards his door. you slowly let the door shut, the whirring and clicking noise signifying that it had automatically locked.
mick yawned as he reached his door. his hand fumbled to find the doorknob, eyes bleary with sleep. he pushed the doorknob down. it didn’t move. huh?
he tried again, and again, and one more time. each time the doorknob didn’t budge. mick became frantic, and for the second time in the past five minutes, he found himself thinking— fuck.
mick had boasted about the new upgrades for his apartment building for months to anyone who listened. how could he have possibly forgotten that his front door automatically locked? that he could only get in if he had his keys or if someone was inside? (“well, what if you get locked out? what then?” “don’t be stupid, gina. i’m not an idiot, i’d never do such a thing.”)
who’s the idiot now? mick groaned, hands pulling at his hair as he crouched down. he felt like crying. he was so fucking tired. now that it was finally quiet, now that amelia had finally stopped crying, mick was locked out of his house with no way back in. what a fucking night. 
mick stared at the tiled floor under him, gnawing on his lip as he thought of his options. it was 4 in the morning, not a single person would be awake and working at the front desk. he couldn’t call anybody— his phone was inside, plugged into the wall to charge after two days of use. even if he had it on him, the only people who had copies of the key were his mom, his sister, and hank, the man who worked the front desk— no one that would be awake, nor close enough to come up and unlock his door for him. 
his eyes flickered back to your front door, shaking his head before the thought could even fully form. he was not going to bother you again, especially not now. mick leaned his head back against his locked door, accepting his fate and slouching onto the tile. the metal of the door was cool against his bare skin causing a shiver to run down his spine. 
time was going by extremely slow, or at least it felt like it was for mick. his knees were now up to his chest, trying to find some reprieve from the cold air that breezed through the hallway’s air conditioning. he wasn’t sure how long he had been sitting like that, or when his eyes had finally shut until he was roused by the sound of your door opening. he raised his head, making eye contact with you for the second time that night. you looked mostly the same as before— tired eyes and unruly hair— the only difference now was that you had traded your sports bra in for a white shirt and a cardigan.
you cocked your head lightly. “oh? what are you doing out here?”
your voice was quiet, soft. mick felt his cheeks heat up, the embarrassment returning. 
his smile was sheepish. “i forgot my keys.”
your expression shifted, a round ‘oh’ shape forming on your lips as you nodded. before you could respond however,  your eyes widened and you immediately stepped back into your apartment, leaving mick all alone in the hallway. again. mick blinked, unable to comprehend what just happened.
you returned back outside with a soundtrack of quiet jingling. you brandished the keys in your hand to the boy sitting in front of his door. “almost just made the same mistake.”
mick nodded, an airy laugh escaping his lips. “i don’t suppose amelia knows how to open doors yet?”
you shook your head, “with those new child-safe knob covers? god, i hope not.”
the air became quiet, neither of you speaking many words. mick found himself wishing the silence would swallow him whole. he caved.
“so what—”
“would yo—”
mick flinched, instantly backtracking. “sorry, you go first.”
“no, no. it’s okay, you can go first.”
“no, really. it’s okay, it wasn’t very important, anyway.” mick pushed himself off of the ground, now coming up to stand against his door instead. “please, say whatever you wanted to.”
you pursed your lips, staring at his figure before sighing. “alright,” you nodded, “i was just going to offer if you’d like to crash on my sofa? it’s awfully cold out here, and you’re…”
mick glanced down at his bare chest at your gesture, cheeks flaming hot enough to drown out the cold breeze of the air conditioner. he crossed his arms, trying to cover up his chest, though you had already seen everything he had on show. 
he shook his head, adamant on not inconveniencing you further. “no, that’s alright. i’m here because of my forgetfulness, i can deal with it.”
you couldn’t help but copy his movement. “your forgetfulness came from the fact that amelia, and by extension, myself, kept you up most of the night because of how loud we were. if it’s anyone’s fault, it’s mine.”
mick went to argue but you cut him off. “really, it all comes back to me, so let me help you.”
the german boy was silent, mulling over his options in his head. 
“it’s a pull-out.” 
his eyes met yours again. “you’re sure?”
“yes, of course.” you nodded excessively. “i was just about to go down to the laundry room–” mick’s brows furrowed, and it was your turn to smile sheepishly now. “— i forgot to grab the last load of laundry earlier because of how cranky ‘melia was being. if you don’t mind waiting for another 5 minutes, i can quickly go grab the load and let you settle in for the night?”
mick nodded, hand coming up to scratch at the base of his neck. “no, of course. take your time. i’ll be here…s’not like i’d be able to go anywhere, anyway.”
you smiled at his words, eyes brighter than they had been the first time you two spoke. “great!”
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you pulled the cardigan closer to your chest, walking down the hallway as fast as you could without bursting into a full sprint. had you really just done that? had you really just invited a stranger you had briefly acquainted with not mere minutes ago to spend the night in your apartment? yes. 
you pushed the down button on the elevator. and then again, willing it to get to your floor faster. fuck, your mind was going crazy with the what ifs. 
what if he was a creep? you haven’t seen him around since before tonight. ‘out of town’ he says. for what? what if he was a serial killer? that would make sense. he’d fled the town to not look suspicious, and now he’s back for his next victims. yes, that was it. (in the future, mick would listen to your retellings of this story with a look of disbelief. “you thought i was going to kill you!?” “of course, i did! i didn’t know you!” “you offered that i stay the night!” “well, i don’t always make good decisions now, do i?”)
the elevator ride was rather short, and uneventful— no anne from the fourth floor to pull you from your thoughts with a hacking cough. you chewed on your lips as you mulled over the man you had left upstairs. 
the laundry room was quiet and dark. of course, it was expected for four in the morning— not everyone was as disorganized as you were. you rushed your way around the familiar room, grabbing the basket you had left behind and unloading your dryer. you had to work quickly to get back before amelia realized the warmth next to her was simply your heated blanket and not you. you also had to get back to him.
by the final fitted sheet pulled from the dryer, you had made up your mind. there was just no way that your next-door neighbour. he seemed nice— too nice, a voice rang in your head. you shook your head, ridding yourself of the negative thoughts. everything will be just fine. 
he was right where you left him— albeit, now returned to his slumped over position against his door. your footsteps were quiet, yet still managed to rouse him back to reality. 
you sent him a sheepish smile. “i didn’t take too long, did i?”
“not at all.” he shook his head. “you’re fine.”
a hum escaped your mouth followed by the nod of your head. you reached into your cardigan’s pocket to pull out the keys, unlocking the door quietly and pushing it in with your hip. you held the door open and gestured for him to come in.
his hesitance was obvious and in your head, you cheered. definitely not a serial killer. 
“an open door usually means you can enter, you know?” you gave him a soft smile. he returned it, though it looked slightly more like a grimace.
“are…” he started, arms crossing over once again, feeling bare under your gaze. “are you sure? really, it’s no problem for me to stay the night out here. hank will probably be in the office in another hour or two. ‘s not a problem, i’ll just wait for him to get here and i’ll get into my apartment. plus, amelia’s only just fallen asleep, and i’d hate to m—”
“oh, will you just get in here already?” you couldn’t help but reach out, lightly grabbing his arm before tugging him in. you guided the door shut with your foot, making sure it wasn’t too loud before turning around to look at the man in front of you.
his eyes were wide, flickering from your face to your hand, which was still wrapped around his arm. you followed his gaze, your own eyes widening as you quickly dropped your hand. your hand felt like it was on fire— his arm was cold, icy from the air conditioning, and a stark contrast from your warm ones. it felt like you’d given yourself an ice burn.
you cleared your throat, yet stayed silent, not knowing what to say.
the man across from you was in a similar boat, cheeks dusting a light pink as he focused on the heat emanating from where your hand once was.
“i’ll show you to the couch, if you’d like?” your voice tilted up at the end of the sentence. “i have a feeling our layout is the same, so the bathroom should be in the same spot, if you need it.”
he followed behind you with a quiet murmur agreeing about how similar your floor plans were. 
your eyes widened as you entered the living room,.empty syringes and dirty tiny baby dishes were strewn across the coffee table. you placed your laundry basket to the side, hastily picking up your earlier mess with an apology.
the shake of your neighbour’s head went unnoticed by you as you rushed into the kitchen and back out. it wasn’t until you had presented him with the pull out that he spoke again.
“you know,” his voice was rather quiet, conscious of the baby sleeping just a little ways away. “you really should not let strangers into your home.”
for a second, you nearly felt your heart stop— this was it. he really is a serial killer— until you caught his expression, once again riddled with guilt as if he was overstepping. as if you hadn’t invited him in.
“you’re not really a stranger though, are you?” at the cock of his head, you continued. “you’re my neighbour who i’ve inconvenienced all night.”
“you don’t even know my name.”
you nodded. “alright, i’ll bite. you bring up a good point. so what is it then? your name?”
“...mick.” he had a slight smile playing on his lips.
“well, mick.” you gave him a small smile, initiating a handshake. “my name’s y/n. now, we’re neither strangers, nor neighbours with no names.”
mick couldn’t stop the smile from spreading over his lips, hand warm in your hold. “i suppose you’re right, then.”
you quickly left to grab the man— mick— a few pillows and a comforter from your closet. “i’m the door at the end of the hallway. if you need anything, you can knock on that door and let me know.”
mick nodded. “of course. thank you again, really.”
“not a problem.” you smiled, already making your way out of the living room.“i’ll see you in the morning, then.” 
as you walked out the room, you couldn’t help but turn once more, eyeing the blond-haired man who somehow didn't look so out of place as he messed with the teddy bear that you’d forgotten to pick up from the couch. you smiled.
“goodnight, mick.”
“sweet dreams, y/n.”
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More Than You Know (Leah Williamson x Reader)
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All right! So this is a F1 reader x Leah fic requested by anon. Again any feedback good or bad is welcomed! I'm sorry if there's lots of f1 talk and some don't get it. I have another f1 fic coming up but other than that nothing else so, if people want to start sending me requests, please do! I'll get more into that later. Anyways, enjoy!
Word Count: 2.1K (That's what Docs said anyways)
Set at Abu Dhabi GP, end of 2023
Thursday
“Hello everyone, and welcome to the final press conference of the 2023 Formula 1 season.” You fix your shirt as you settle into the seat. Max Verstappen, your teammate, on your left with Charles Leclerc beside him.
“Question for Y/N and Max, heading into the final race of the season the title battle is close between the two of you. What kind of mindset do you have for one of the most important races in your career?”
“To win,” Max says simply. All the reporters let out a laugh as you crack a smile.
“Y/N?” The guy who asked the question prompts you.
“Uh, well, I mean for sure to win is the goal but, trying to just stay calm and do what I’ve done for the last twenty-two races,” you explain. After a few more minutes of questions, they let you go. Walking through the paddock and into the Red Bull garage you can’t help but let your mind spiral. This was your first championship battle, this was Max’s third. You were only 22 years old, if you won on Sunday you’d be the youngest-ever F1 champion and the first-ever female champion. You knew you had to be a little lucky on race day, considering you sat five points behind Max. 
Entering your driver room you’re met with your girlfriend, Leah Williamson.
“Hey babe, what are you doing now?” She asks you, watching as you pace back and forth across the room.
“Track walk, I think.” 
“Okay, well I’m going to meet up with Alex in a couple of minutes so, I’ll see you later, yeah?” She presses a small kiss on your forehead. 
“Okay, yeah, see you later,” 
Friday
You loved racing around Yas Marina Circuit, it had just the right amount of technical corners and overtaking opportunities. You loved the lights and going underneath the hotel. Probably the worst part of it though, was the heat. Sitting in your car you feel like you’re going to die from the heat. Sweat just keeps pouring from every pore on your body, making your race suit damp. At the end of Free Practice 2 you were the fastest overall. This gives you a little bit of confidence, your race pace also seemed to be pretty strong so these were all good signs. Leah watches as you take your crash helmet and balaclava off, trying your best to fix your sweaty hair. You looked hot, and Leah was living for it.
“You’re drooling,” Alex, who happened to be right beside her, said. Leah shakes out of her trance enough to give Alex a light slap on the shoulder. 
“Whatever mate, if you had a girlfriend as hot as mine you’d be drooling as well.”
A couple of hours later, after all the media was done and the sponsor dinner was finished, you and Leah finally were able to settle into bed. Leah’s arm draped over you and her head nuzzled into your neck. She was just about to doze off when you spoke very quietly into the darkness,
“Would you be mad at me if I didn’t win?” Of course, Leah knew you were nervous, who in their right mind wouldn’t be? But, for you to think that she would be angry with you if you finished second? That was terrible.
“Of course not, love, I’d be sad for you, sure, but mad? Never.” This seems to calm you down a bit, and soon enough you both are sleeping soundly.
Saturday
“Good luck kiss?”  Your favourite blonde questions. It was a tradition in your relationship, whenever either of you were participating in a sporting event you had to make sure you kissed just before it started. 
“Of course,”  you say with a smile, not that she can see it. Your helmet already on with your visor up so she can see your eyes. Leah kisses where she imagines your lips are, you can’t help the dopey smile that comes across your face, the squint of your eyes making it obvious what you’re doing.
Leah watches on as your car pulls out of the garage and onto the track. After making it through both Q1 and Q2 easily now comes the biggest test, the top 10 shootout. Your banker lap for Q3 is solid, only six-hundredths of Max’s time and you know you can improve. As you cross the line to start your second flying lap you feel the adrenaline rush through your veins. Every turn of the steering wheel, every push of the pedals, and every G against your body feels just right. Heading into the final sector you know you’re going faster than your first lap. Crossing the line, your entire body relaxes as you hear your engineer over the radio,
“Okay mate, that’s P1 so far, P1 so far, but Max is yet to cross the line.” You wait anxiously for Max to finish his lap. Leah feels her heart sink as she sees Max’s name move above yours on the timing screen. 
“For fuck’s sake, fuck this shit, honestly,” you say over the radio.
“It’s okay Y/N, points come tomorrow,” your engineer replies.
“You’re right, you’re right, let’s get them tomorrow.”
Leah gives you a hug when she finally sees you after all the media and post-qualifying traditions.
“You did great love, don’t be too hard on yourself,” she says sweetly. You sigh, knowing she is right.
“Mhm, I’m not that happy but I’ll get over it. I think right now all I wanna do is go back to the hotel and cuddle with you,” you mutter with a little pout. Leah finds this adorable. So, when you guys do get back to the hotel she cuddles with you until you fall asleep, only hours before one of the most important races of your life.
Sunday
When you wake up you feel the nerves settle inside of you. Leah tried her best to get you to eat something before your race. Abu Dhabi was a night race so, you still had the whole day ahead of you. After going through the pre-race meetings with your engineers you feel pretty confident in the strategy for today. As you walk around the grid with the music in your headphones blasting you see your girlfriend walking towards you. Slipping one side of your ear so you can hear, you give her a questioning look. She never usually comes onto the grid before races, why would she now? 
“I just wanted to wish you good luck,” Leah says kindly, “I know you’re nervous, but don’t be, you’re gonna smash it out there.” Your heart melts at her consideration.
“Thanks Lee, I’ll do you proud I swear,” you say, looking at her with what can only be described as heart-eyes. 
“You already have, more than you know,” she smiles at you, giving one last kiss on your lips before heading back to the garage.
A couple of minutes later, you’re sitting inside your car mentally preparing yourself for the race. The entire formation lap your mind is blank, trying your best to not overthink. As you park in your grid slot as close to a billion people watch with their breaths held.
“And it’s lights out and away we go for the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix!” Crofty exclaims into his microphone.
You get a good start drawing alongside Max heading into the first corner, but he pushes you wide. As the pair of you continue to the first of two long straights, you follow closely behind him gaining a slipstream. When you enter the braking zone you decide to go for a dive bomb, getting your elbows out a little to barge past your teammate and take the lead. 
“She can’t fucking do that, mate. She pushed me off the track,” Max voices to GP.
“If Max has a problem with that, then he can cry in a crib, that was clean.”
As the race gets past halfway done, both you and Max had made pit stops, while also exchanging the lead of the race multiple times. Leah had about chewed her entire nail off watching. She was nervous as hell, she could feel something bad about to happen, she just knew it in her gut. 
You once again closed up to the rear end of Max with DRS. As you got close enough to pass you slightly jerked out to the left before cutting back to the right, effectively dummying him. You were on the outside heading into the sweeping left-hander of Turn 9, you tried your best to give him space, but he completely misses the apex and rams into your front wheel/side of your car. Your neck whips to the side as you try to keep control of your car. 
“What the fuck was that?! What a fucking idiot, I gave him shitloads of space! Is there any damage on the car?” You are pretty much yelling into the radio. The anger you’re feeling showing through your choice of words.
“So, major front wing damage we are going to have to box. Box, box.” Swearing under your breath you pull into the pit lane for new tyres and a new front wing. Stopping on your marks you sit there for what feels like forever before finally getting the green light and getting back on track. Leah knows you are fuming but she also knows that you’re very good at turning that anger into motivation. She readies herself for a wild end to the race.
“Okay, so the gap to Max is 30 seconds.”
“Just leave me alone, I know what to do,” you say sternly.
For the next 24 laps, you put in of the most impressive comebacks in F1 history. Closing the gap a little bit each lap. You fully catch up to him on the final lap of the race. The entire world sits on the edge of their seat as you stick right up to Max’s gearbox for the majority of the lap. Entering the final sector, you find the gap to stick your nose down. Making an unorthodox move down the inside into Turn 12. When it becomes clear that you stuck the move your side of the garage goes crazy. Leah screams, thinking it is too good to be true. As you head around the final corner, the Red Bull mechanics hang off the side of the fence cheering and yelling as you cross the finish line. 
“She’s redefined motorsport as we know it, and as she crosses the line Y/N Y/L/N is CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!” Crofty shouts. 
“AAAHHHH OH MY GODDDD! YESSS GUYS COME ON! I’M GONNA FUCKING CRY!” You scream over the radio. 
“YOU” VE DONE IT MATE! YOU’VE DONE IT! GOOD LORD!” Your engineer screams back at you. You start to cry as you go around for your celebration lap. When you park in front of the number 1 sign you take a minute inside of your car to collect your thoughts. Finally, you get out and stand on top of the car, raising your arms in celebration. You jump down and start sprinting to your team. After receiving multiple hugs and slaps on the back, mixed with a varying range of screams and yells, you decide to look for your girlfriend. Looking around you spot your favourite person on Earth and make a beeline for her. She pulls you into a bone-crunching hug, tears streaming down her face. 
“I’m so fucking proud of you, more than you know,” she says tearfully. You give her an award-winning smile before moving to take your helmet and balaclava off. You surprise Leah when you connect your lips in front of God knows how many cameras. 
“I’m a World Champion Lee, a World Champion.”
“I know Y/N, I know,” she giggles at how excited you look. After completing the post-race interview you make your way to the podium.
“And your Abu Dhabi Grand Prix winner and 2023 World Champion, Y/N Y/L/N!” 
The crowd and paddock below you roar as you make your way onto the podium, pumping your fists with joy. Stepping onto the top step of the podium, a sense of relief washes over you, everything you’d worked for this entire season, your entire life basically, had finally paid off. You take your cap off when your national anthem plays and begin to scan through the crowd until you meet blue ones. You give her a grin and blow her a kiss. She returns it. When you are finally handed your first-place trophy you raise it high with a little yell. After the rest of the podium is handed their trophies, you get to your favourite part, the champagne. Spraying it in every possible place, you can’t stop the stupid-looking smile from taking over your facial features. When the celebrations seem to die down a little you look over at Leah, mouthing,
“I love you.”
“I love you too,” she mouths back.
“More than you know.”
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dilemmaontwolegs · 1 month
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Okay so I absolutely ADORE 'The Bucket List' and was wondering if you would consider writing a 'what happens next' with Grace and Charles? Those two NEEEEEEEEED a happily ever after!
Pwetty pwease?
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Five Years Later || CL16
A/N: I never planned for Grace and Charles to be together, but they are each other’s support. Warnings: labour and delivery WC: 1.9k
The Bucket List || Death Scene || Two Years Later || Bucket Moments
“Maman, it’s time,” Charles rushed, a little breathless over the phone.
Pascale almost dropped the phone as she clambered out of bed and knocked on Arthur’s door. He had stayed the night to help entertain Angel who was asleep in Charles’ childhood room and he startled awake at the intrusion. “Get the car, it’s time.”
“It’s time?” Arthur echoed excitedly before rushing to get his car keys and wake up Angel. She didn’t seem too impressed to be woken up before dawn but she soon bounced excitedly when Arthur told her it was time to go.
“How is Grace doing?” Pascale asked Charles as she got herself ready to leave.
Charles looked at Grace who was pacing around his living room, one hand pressed against her lower back, her face pinched in pain, while the other hand cradled the swell of her belly.
“She’s doing amazing, but she’s eager for some pain relief.”
Many people thought the relationship between Charles and Grace was strange. They weren’t together, yet they were never far apart. They were like two broken branches grafted back into the same scarred tree. The parts that were missing could never be replaced, but they realised that their company was better together than being alone.
That was why she was the only one he could trust to be the surrogate mother.
Between all the medical procedures, Charles hadn’t really remembered that you froze your eggs to save them from being damaged by the chemo. The plan had been to use them when you were better, but when that didn’t happen Charles thought they would go unused. It was only a letter that arrived on the fifth anniversary of the procedure that reminded him, with an update of the egg's health status. It had taken a few more months before he plucked up the courage to talk to your parents about it and then ask Grace instead of a stranger.
“We’ll see you at the maternity ward,” Charles said with a wince as another contraction drew a pained groan from his friend. The retired world champion had known exhaustion, but after a night of supporting Grace to labour in his apartment he had a new appreciation for what it really meant.
Everything had been planned and prepared for this day so Charles was ready to bring home his little boy. His room had been painted a pale pastel blue and was decorated with picture frames so he would always recognise your face as his mother watching over him. A white sleigh cot was set up against one wall with the best baby monitor money could buy. Opposite it sat a set of drawers that held more baby clothes than he could ever need and beside it was a fully stocked changing table with newborn nappies stacked high.
Charles grabbed the hospital bag from the table and slung it over his shoulder before going to Grace. He grabbed her phone and drink bottle from the coffee table and turned off the calming piano music she had been listening to before helping her swollen feet into her slippers. “Ready?” he asked softly as he offered his elbow to keep her steady.
“Mhmm,” was all she could muster.
Though he had healed a lot in the years that had passed, more so once meeting Angel and Grace, there was still a pain in his joy when he thought that it should have been you carrying his child. Charles liked to think that he still felt you there with him through all of it, the milestones and scans, and that it wasn’t all in his head.
There was a bowl of cool water that Charles had been using to wash the sweat from Grace’s forehead but he didn’t bother to tidy it up before he left, same with the half empty plate of snacks she had tried to eat between contractions. His sole focus was on getting Grace to the hospital as quickly and comfortably as possible.
Charles knew you would have been proud of the effort he went to in learning everything about pregnancy and newborns. It felt like he had bought every book and watched every youtube video, as well as attending the local Antenatal Class. He admitted it was hard to attend the class when everywhere he looked were happy couples excited for their first child. Grace had smiled and squeezed his hand, as always, knowing exactly how he was feeling.
“Chosen his name yet?” Grace asked as she eased into the front seat slowly, straining to fit the belt around her large belly.
“I’ll know when I look at him,” he said with a shake of his head. He had a dozen names that he liked but he wanted something that suited him so he would wait a few hours more before deciding. “It has to feel right, you know?”
Grace gripped the door handle and the edge of the seat as another contraction began. Her eyes watered and her deep breaths shuddered for a minute until it passed and she sighed with relief. “Angel was meant to be Frangelica, but when she was born it just didn’t match.”
Charles laughed as he tried to picture Angelique with any other name. No, Angel suited her just right because she had saved him the day they met.
The streets were quiet as he took the turns slow and smooth, winding his way through the city that was barely beginning to wake as dawn approached. Thankfully the hospital was already expecting him and they had a wheelchair ready as he pulled up.
“I’ll be right behind you,” Charles promised before parking the car and rushing up to the maternity ward. He skidded to a stop outside the only door with voices and Grace lay on the bed in a gown.
“I’m sorry, you’re too far along for pain relief,” the midwife said as she draped the sheet back down. “Baby is already starting to crown. You have done so well, mama.”
“Oh, I’m not the mother,” she said as Charles stepped into the room, casually clearing the situation up with a smile. “I’m a surrogate for Charles.”
There had been a comment made by the media early on in the pregnancy when news broke, that Grace would try to be the mother once the baby was born. It would have been a lie to say Charles didn’t think about that possibility, but Grace had her child with the love of her life, Gabriel, and had long decided she would never have a child with another man - she felt it would be a betrayal to their memory. This child was yours and Charles, and your memory would live on through her.
“That’s beautiful,” the midwife said with a reassuring smile as she turned her attention to Charles. “There’s a spare gown in the bathroom, you can change into that if you want to have skin to skin bonding once baby is born.”
Charles had read that skin to skin contact helped newborns bond with their parents and he grinned as he stepped into the bathroom. He had never changed so fast as he heard Grace’s pained cry but the midwife was calm and talking gently as she morphed the bed to a seated position.
“You are doing so well, Grace. You might feel the urge to push with the next contractions, just do what feels natural, okay, hun,” the midwife, Ann, as her name tag read, encouraged. “I’m just going to hit the call button but there is nothing to worry about, it’s just to have an extra set of hands because it looks like the little one is making a quick arrival.”
Charles wasn’t even aware that Grace’s gown had fallen away until he saw her stomach tighten around the undeniable shape of a small body and she clenched her teeth together, dipping her chin down with a guttural cry. He had to remember to breathe as the midwife encouraged Grace to push, then rest.
“Okay, this is the one, we need one last big push,” Ann guided. “I know you’re tired but you can do this.”
Grace’s hand nearly broke Charles’ as she squeezed with the push and then the little boy was there. An exhilarated gasp escaped Charles as he saw his son lifted upright, his face purple before he took his first gulping of air and rattled out a cry after filling his lungs. Colour quickly returned to his cheeks and another midwife wrapped him in a warm towel.
“My boy,” Charles laughed as tears rolled freely down his cheeks and he looked at Grace. “Thank you.”
“I would say anytime, but-” she choked out a laugh and settled back into the pillows before another contraction began.
“What’s that?” Charles asked. He had a pair of scissors in his hand that another midwife had given him to cut the cord, but suddenly he panicked thinking there was a twin.
“Just the placenta being birthed,” Ann assured him, a smile teasing her lips like she was often asked the question with the same worried tone by fathers. “You can cut now, just here.”
Charles’ steadied his hand and found he underestimated how tough the cord would be, before gripping the scissors tighter and snipping through. “Can I…hold him?”
There was a bustle of activity as the mother midwife and a nurse made Grace comfortable, but Charles was fully focused on the tiny bundle that Ann carried towards him. “Take a seat, papa.”
Charles grinned at the new title and took a seat, opening the gown over his chest so she could place his son onto the warmth his body offered. Already, there were tufts of dark hair on his head and Charles brushed his fingers over it feeling how soft they were. His son blinked at the touch, squirming against the lights before settling against Charles’ chest and looking up.
Your eyes. Those were your eyes, set above Charles’ nose. Those were Charles’ dimples appearing on his cheeks beside your lips. A brilliant balance of his and your features wrapped up in a baby born to be loved. His lips parted silently, as if he were experiencing the same sense of awe that Charles did. It was the same look he had seen on your face as you watched the dawn rise and the light chase away the dark when you couldn’t sleep.
“Lucas,” he murmured as he delicately stroked his cheek and stared in amazement at the wonder he held. Lucas, it had been one name he liked because it meant bringer of light. It felt as if the flaking chips from his rusty heart were falling away with each second he held his son, and beneath the damage and decay it shined anew.
“It’s perfect,” Grace agreed with a tired smile.
“Is there anything I can get you?”
“I’m fine, don’t worry about me. Enjoy this moment, Charles.” She seemed wistful for a second. “Before you know it they are walking, then running, and there’s no catching them then. Promise me you’ll enjoy this moment.”
Of all the people, he didn’t need reminding of how cruel time could be. But he had learned how to cherish the time he had, it was the last and the hardest lesson you had taught him.
“I promise.” His promise was to Grace, his promise was to Lucas, and his promise was to you. He wouldn’t waste a second of his life, not now that he had the most precious gift to live for.
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totaly-obsessed · 3 months
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can you do a millie bright x reader where it’s their wedding day and the whole team are there and it’s just really fluffy and cute:). love your writing so much
Tears of Joy
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Millie Bright x reader request
-> Marrying the Love of your Life
-> sorry for the delay - I hope you like it!
➳ Masterlist
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After waiting and planning for months on end – maybe even your entire childhood, the day was finally here. You were getting married!
Sure many dreams from your childhood wedding plans came true, but you didn’t quite find a prince charming, more of a princess charming – your very own knight in shining armor, the one and only Millie Bright.
As soon as you hat met Millie all those years ago in a Social Media meeting for Chelsea, you knew that she was the one. But the gentle giant had been quite scared to come up and talk to you – so you had to take the first step.
While the blonde looked intimidating it only took speaking to her once to see that she really wasn’t – maybe more so on the pitch, but luckily you didn’t have to face her there.
Millie had blushed a deep red when you caught her arms as she frantically tried to leave the meeting room, something you had not expected.
“Hi Millie, would you like to go on a date with me?”
Of course, she knew who you were, the new head of media for the women’s branch of Chelsea and she had spent the last four meetings just staring at you.
While you had felt confident walking up to her, seeing her face contort into a frown and lines appear on her forehead changed your mind quickly and you removed your hand.
“Or not – sorry that was a stupid idea.”
She couldn’t pull you in a hug fast enough. Dear god. If she hugged you like this, you never want to hug another person.
“I wanted to act cool and act like I wasn’t sure… But I would love to!”
To this day Millie and you could laugh about how much more stressful it had been than it needed if she had just said yes immediately.
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While you had taken the first step to dating, Millie had been the one to ask the big question. She had just come home, even though she had been at home the entire time, from winning the Euros – and emotions were at an all-time high. Your girlfriend was now officially the champion of Europe.
You had been the first person she had seen out of the stands, her parents pushing you forward when you wanted to let them go first, after all, she was their daughter. “Don’t be silly love!” Had been what her mother said once she saw the blonde making her way towards the barriers.
“I did it, Baby! I fucking did it!” She was in tears, face still hot from running on the pitch for such a long time as she pulled you into a passionate kiss, not caring the slightest about all the cameras.
“You did so well my love! I am so proud of you!”
She would never forget the look on your face – she had never seen you look so proud of anybody, and now you looked at her like this. Her heart? Melted into a puddle.
Your girlfriend didn’t wait for long, lifting you over the barrier and pulling you as close to her as she could.
“My god Mills, leave some for me!” It was Rachel who finally pulled her sweaty best friend off you, just to replace her, giving you a bone-crushing hug.
“Off Rach! That’s my girl! Get ya own!”
The ‘DalyBrightness’ duo had always playful banter between them, and you were no stranger to it either, often getting roped into it somehow by Rachel, determined to get Millie angry – but the taller one of the two could only laugh about it every time.
The whole evening and night was spent partying, first in the dressing rooms, then in a chosen location with friends and family. Trafalgar Square was the next destination, where the girls would meet the nation they had made so incredibly proud, just the evening before.
After all the meetings and interviews had finally calmed down, you got your girlfriend back. Millie had finally arrived at home, in your shared south London house and the first thing she saw was your dogs Hera and Zeus. But upon lifting her head, the defender saw that they flanked both of your sides, while you held a beautiful ‘Welcome Home’ cake in your hands.
She couldn’t kiss you fast enough after seeing your nice gesture and cute smile.
“I love you much my love, and I don’t think I tell you enough. But I really do.”
The first thing you did after not seeing each other for such a long time, was napping. In the big bed, ready to sleep the day away. What you didn’t know, was that Millie woke up way before you and found herself staring at a beautiful ring in a little box.
Today was the day.
After making dinner she had asked you. She didn’t go down on her knees, so she pulled out a box, opened it, and just sat there for a second until you finally turned and noticed the ring.
“Mills?”
“Marry me?”
Choked up on tears you couldn’t do anything but nod. “Yeah, baby. I’ll marry you.” The kiss that followed tasted like tears, tears of utter joy as Zeus and Hers ran through the room yapping as if they knew what had just happened.
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The day was finally here. Yours and Millie's wedding day. In retrospect you could not have chosen a better day, even if you obviously had not known how the weather would be – it was perfect.
Getting ready was a long process, not even physically, but rather mentally. But there was not a single doubt in your mind, that you would marry the love of your life.
You were ready when a knock sounded at the door and your sister who at the same time was your maid of honor opened it. The door was only open a smidge so you couldn’t really see who was behind it, while you talked to your bridesmaids.
“It’s go-time people!”
Your heart fluttered. But you were not nervous or anxious, no. You were excited and nearly ran out of the room with the bridesmaids to get to the altar, but your sister stopped you in your tracks, insisting that you had to wait somewhere else until the rest of the wedding party walked down the aisle.
Now stood in a room you waited for your sign. Fuck. Now the nerves were coming up. In your head, you went through the plan again, when you heard someone clear their throat.
It was Millie. There she was, dressed in a gorgeous white jumpsuit – looking at you like you hung the moon. “Baby! “You cannot see me in my dress before the wedding!”
Tears brimmed in both your eyes as you stared at your fiancé who couldn’t keep standing there any longer, so with brisk steps the blonde rushed forward and engulfed you in one of your favorite hugs. Your hearts find each other and beat in unison.
“How are ya feelin?” She rested her forehead on yours while staring at you as long as she could. “Nervous. Excited. Incredibly happy.“
The music inside was slowly getting quieter and you knew that you didn’t have that much time left. “I thought we could change the plan a little.”
Turns out Millie's idea was brilliant. Instead of just you walking in, both of you walked in together, no one would give anyone away. This would be a union of love between you and her, but that didn’t mean that either of you had to say goodbye to your family.
You could hear the gasps as you walked down the aisle, arms hooked together, each of you a flower bouquet in hand, the biggest smiles anyone had ever seen on your faces. You looked magical.
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In the end, you don’t even know how you got through the vows, all you remember were a lot of tears, and an incredibly passionate kiss that was met with screams of joy from the audience.
After all of your families had congratulated the both of you, your Club mates made their way towards you each of them with big smiles on their faces.
Niamh was the first at your side and was the first to pull you into a warm hug. “You look like a princess. But one of those badass ones, that doesn’t need a white knight to save them.”
“I will need a cheaper ring for daily use, this one belongs in a bank in a safe deposit box.” Millie's joke was met with a lot of laughter as Sam came over and after hugging you as well, took a closer look at your ring. “Maybe! That is a fucking rock Mills!”
„You’re one to talk.“ Hempo received a  slight nudge from her captain while everyone else laughed along.
One after the other Chelsea and Lioness teammates alike made their way through the masses, hugging you with congratulatory tones and singing praises. Most of them even brought presents which they gave your sister for safekeeping.
“I can finally call you my wife.” Millie had stolen you away from the open space for a second and pulled you close for a deep kiss.
“My wife, huh? That has a nice ring to it.”
Not only were you her wife now, but she was also yours. Married. Oh dear god, you were finally married to the girl of your dreams. “Best day of my life.”
“Then I am excited to give you better ones.”
“God. you disgust me.” Neither of you had seen Rachel invade the nice little space Millie and you had created for the two of you
“Rachel!”
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cee-jay-engwnt · 10 months
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Alexia ficlet: spending time with Ale, Alba and Eli on the boat
Everything was perfect.
The sun was shining, the waves rocking the boat gently as Alexia lay on one side, arm slung over your waist, Alba on the other while their mother sat by your feet silently watching the sea.
It had been the most trying year for all you, what with Alexia’s injury, then your time on the sidelines for one reason after another, everything that was happening with the national team and after winning the league and more importantly the champions league, you both deserved some time off before the World Cup.
While you wouldn’t be going, you knew Alexia would be and you wanted her to have most relaxed few weeks off that she could.
“I can hear you thinking all the way over here cariño”.
You sit up on your elbows as Eli gestures for you to join her, gently removing Alexia’s arm so as not to wake her before moving down to sit beside your mother-in-law, the midfielder and her sister still soundly asleep in the centre of the boat.
Following her gaze, you look into the crystal clear waters below, watching the small shoals of fish swim by, “how are you feeling?” Eli asks quietly.
“Tired” you answer.
The older woman chuckles softly, “growing a baby will do that to you niña” she smiles, inquiring after the health of her grandchild and then Alexia. You frown, “she may be my daughter but she doesn’t always tell me the whole truth” Eli explains, “she’s a lot like me in that way” she adds wistfully.
“She’s doing ok. I’m not sure she tells me everything but she tries. I’m worried that all this with the national team will backfire on them, they’re already split as it is” you sigh, cradling your small bump.
This had become a regular thing whenever you were stressed or talking about your wife, something that had become a regular whenever you spent time with Eli in particular.
Someone starts to stir on the deck, catching your eye but once you’ve ascertained it is Alba and not Alexia, you return your attention to Eli and watching on as the younger Putellas sibling dives into the sea without hesitation. She swims around for a bit, the other members of the party joining her while Alexia sleeps on, she needs it you think, now because she’s been so stressed and for later on when the baby arrives.
Eventually Alba returns to the boat, dragging the water with her and lays out on the towel again just as her sister starts to wake, sitting up slowly and smiling when she spots you and Eli.
“Hola mi amor” she says, voice raspy from sleep as she presses a kiss to your forehead.
“Pequeño” more kisses this time for your bump.
“Mamá” and then finally a kiss on the cheek for her mother.
“Sleep well” Eli asks and Alexia nods, taking up a spot next to you, resting her head on your shoulder and a hand on your stomach, your hand resting on top of hers. You smile, knowing that you’d both been waiting for the moment the baby would kick, your wife never missing the chance to have that skin to skin contact; waiting for the moment.
You continue to talk, about all sorts of things but avoiding football at all costs, it was sort of a rule when you were all together unless Eli made allowances and then suddenly…
“Was that?”
“Creo que sí”.
You daren’t breathe, Alexia’s hands on either side of your stomach, watching, waiting for it to happen again and then a quick jab to your side, right underneath her hand, “ay Dios… he’s kicking mi amor” she breathes, tears forming in her eyes, “he’s kicking” you smile.
“What’s going on?”.
“It’s a boy?!” Alba and Eli ask at the same time, the younger girl coming closer while your mother-in-law looks like she’s going to cry as you reach for her hand, grasping tightly. The midfielder can’t stop smiling and neither can you, Alba telling you how happy she is that the family was nearly complete and yet through it all, you still find Alexia, whispering a quick te amo to which she replies “te amo mucho, mi amor”.
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genesiswrld · 2 months
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SFW Blurb4: Kissing Raiden
You’ve been thinking about Raiden all day, how he is so humble and sweet. How you care so much for him, and him caring for you as well. You think about how he handles you with so much love and treats you so well. He makes your heart melt because of how good he is and how good he is to you. Mostly though, you believe you’re thinking about all of his good qualities because you miss him. He’s been gone for a few days doing Champion of Earthrealm things. You don’t know what exactly that entails, but you know he’s been busy.
You think about his physical qualities you like. Like the gentle shape of his warm brown eyes and the contours of his cheekbones, the broadness of his shoulders and his strong hands. But you believe your favorite physical quality of his are his lips. They’re just so full and pretty, with the most delightful color of pink to them. You think about how they feel on your own, so plush and soft when he kisses you. How pouty and swollen they become when the two of you separate.
You’re interrupted from your thoughts pleasantly as the front door opens and in steps Raiden, who you’ve been looking for. It’s almost like you summoned him with your thoughts and you couldn’t be more happy. “I’m home”. Comes his gentle voice, a voice you wanted to hear dearly. You move from your spot on the couch quicker than Raiden’s lightning bolts and you’re jumping into his arms, your own wrapping around his neck as you embrace him.
“What’s this all ab-“ Your lips on his derail his sentence. Raiden’s eyes widen and he’s still for a moment until he comes to his senses and is reciprocating your kiss. The kiss is a soft press of your lips for a few moments before you’re both pulling away. It’s not enough so you lean back in and press harder, the kiss turning firm and passionate. Raiden’s lips are pliant against your own, moving at the pace you set. He becomes eager, tongue prodding at your lower lip, lapping at it to get you to open your mouth and you do, moaning at his greediness, tongue hot on yours. His arms move to hold you against his strong body and you’re glad he does because your legs go weak at the feel of his wet muscle licking into your mouth, tasting you with fervor.
The two of you separate for a moment, you taking his lower lip between your teeth and he groans deeply, foreheads leaning against one another’s and panting heavily into each other. You do this for a few moments before colliding again, this one much more tender than the previous, all traces of the heat from before now a low simmering flame. The kiss is full of the love you feel for the other and it couldn’t be more perfect. When you pull away this time, your eyes take in the way Raiden’s lips are swollen and he parts them to speak. “As I was saying before, what was all of this about?” His dark eyes are questioning. The curve of your lips is sweet as you reply with, “I missed you and was thinking of you”. His own lips curl in a saccharine smile. “I missed you too, my light”.
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This one got a little heated, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Raiden’s beautiful luscious lips so I had to make a blurb for kissing him as well.
(Who gave him the permission to have such biteable lips??? Cuz I wanna bite them.)
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kamotecue · 3 months
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in the end, is it you and i? ❆ l. williamson
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pairing: leah williamson x reader
a little blurb, based on something i saw on tiktok.
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nothing could ever describe how you’re feeling right now. maybe it’s the fact that you’re utterly in love with your childhood best friend from milton keynes, leah williamson. one of england’s pride and joy, england captain and a european champion.
despite being childhood best friends, you played for different teams. you represented your mother’s side, the netherlands rather than your father, england.
a little hum made its way, as you stared at the night sky. it was something you’d look at while you’re overthinking things. the calming, cool breeze you’d experience as you laid on the rooftop, with a telescope— one that you use to look at the stars, and planets.
“you left early.” lee’s voice rang, as her head peeked out of the bedroom window—her eyes were set on you. while you closed your eyes, trying not to look at the one you were hopelessly in love with.
“not a fan of crowds, lee.” you replied, shivering slightly at how cold it was outside. a blanket was settled around your body, the english defender joining you.
“i know, always a shy one.” leah said, as you hummed, draping a part of the blanket over her. you refused to look at her—maybe it’s the way your body sparked with jealousy, after you saw her with another girl from the event.
but how could you? you don’t have a right to feel jealous, because she’s not yours. will she ever be yours?
“but you’re one, so tell me williamson—why did ya leave?” there were times you called her by her last name, it would annoy her to the point where she’d have to tickle you.
“i looked for you.” it was the sentence that gave you hope, it always did. there were moments where you’d questioned if she felt the same, if she’s into you like you’re into her.
“you have to stop, lee.” a tiny scoff left your mouth, as leah perked up, a bit confused by your sudden behavior.
“stop what, n/n?” her voice trembled, something that never really happened. she was always the confident one of the pair, you were the introvert one.
“giving me false hope.” you finally said, looking into her eyes—the ones you loved so much, the ones you fell for. and it felt like time had stopped, you were captivated by her, always was.
“i love you, leah. i have been in these past few years, but you’re always with another girl. and i didn’t tell you, because i was afraid that our friendship would be ruined.” you huffed out, leah had a few tears in her eyes.
“y/n, i-“ you didn’t even give her a chance to complete her sentence, being overwhelmed that you actually confessed your feelings.
“and i suffered alone, keeping this as a secret. it’s pathetic really, how much i still hope it’s you and me in the end.”
you felt her body shift closer to you, her eyes were set on your lips—while you looked behind her, afraid of what she’ll say.
she leaned in, her forehead was pressed against yours. the agonizing feeling, the way your ears were turning red, despite it being covered by a beanie.
“i-“ love you, was what she wanted to say.
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