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BE MY VALENTINE — MINSUNG.

pairing: minho x jisung genre: smut, NSFW, friends to lovers warnings: dom!minho, sub!jisung, jisung has gay panick, oral (m. receiving), bratty jisung, cum swallowing a/n: it’s part of my valentine’s collab! the way word count keeps increasing with every work…

what is the definition of friendship? when does the line between friendship and relationship cross?

jisung felt unease; his emotions couldn’t sit right with him and were about to reach the peak. how could he remain calm, when minho kept giving him forehead kisses when he was asleep?

the two of them have been best friends for so long. everyone even called them “chopsticks”, because they were always together. sleepovers were a common thing between them, along with cuddling, sharing clothes and other normal things. all friends do that, right? jisung wasn’t so sure about it anymore.

when minho suggested to rent a room at a spa hotel for february 14th, jisung almost had a heart attack. was it supposed to be a date? a romantic date? an actual romantic evening?

best friends usually go to a spa hotel for entire valentine’s day, just to spend time together, right?

even if he was weirded out a little, he couldn’t say no, since minho was paying for it. at least that’s what he told himself.

“it’s quite nice, actually. look, they even gave us towels and soaps.” minho said as they entered their hotel room.

jisung followed him in, noticing something in the middle of the room only a moment later. something he certainly hadn’t expected.

“one bed?!” he exclaimed.

“ah, yes. i think they confused us for a couple.” minho explained in the most calm manner.

“confused us… for a couple?” jisung raised an eyebrow. that sounded weird.

“yeah, i think so. i wouldn’t book a room with only one bed, c’mon.” minho chuckled as he opened the curtains.

the view was breathtaking. the sun had already set, so the entire skyline of soul could be seen in full view. billboard lights flashed in the distance, people hurried somewhere like ants, and the stars were shining bright in the sky.

“wow…” jisung immediately forgot about the bed and came up, pressing his face against the window. his cheeks pressed absurdly against the glass. he reminded minho of some little animal looking at everything with big eyes.

“aghm-“ minho cleared his throat, finally switching his gaze off jisung. “let’s go to the sauna then, shall we?”

“we even have a sauna included?!” jisung couldn't contain his delight.

“of course. i booked everything they had listed.” minho said proudly, picking up the t-shirt and shorts provided by the hotel. “alright, ima go change.”

he disappeared in the bathroom, leaving jisung with his cheeks still flattened against the glass.

the whole jjimjilbang experience included relaxing in a hot tub, trying several saunas and getting a massage later. once you were done, you could order a cold drink and some dishes in your room and spent the night there.

that’s when jisung realized he had one problem approaching. the dress code in jjimjilbang was a little different from a public pool — you wear nothing at all.

the realization made him gulp. of course he has seen minho’s naked body before, but only for a split second. jisung always turned away, being scared to be seen as a creep. but even after seeing minho’s body for half a second the images of his broad chest and muscular shoulder couldn’t leave jisung’s mind. it was as if it had been imprinted there forever. was he ready to spend whole day with naked minho by his side? what if he just gets hard in front of him? what if minho sees him get hard? what if-

minho loudly closed the door awakening jisung from his panic mode. it was his turn to change clothes now. on wobbly legs, he went to the bathroom, his thoughts kept returning to the possible hard-on.

after both of them were finally in proper clothes, boys left the room. the bathing area was huge indeed, but first they needed to take a shower. jisung quickly washed up in order to avoid standing next to a naked minho rubbing his muscular shoulders. he knew he won’t be able to look away.

jisung chose to sit in a hot tub first, since it had a lot of bubbles and could cover the groin area pretty well. the water was so warm and relaxing. jisung even leaned his head on the edge, closing his eyes in pleasure.

“ah, so warm.” minho exhaled, finally joining jisung in the tub and sitting right next to him.

jisung shivered at the sudden skin contact. why did minho sit so close to him? like impossibly close, so their shoulders were touching. was this even appropriate to sit that close to each other while being fully naked?

jisung tried to ignore that thought, shutting his eyes harder to avoid accidentally staring at minho. moreover, he tried to think of something disgusting or scary, so that his dick wouldn’t get hard.

after half hour minho finally showed signs of life. “wanna move to the sauna?”

his voice sounded so soft and quiet, jisung felt his heart melting.

“sure.”

“alright, let’s go.” minho’s hand then found jisung’s hip underwater, leaning on it for support. digging his fingers into jisung’s skin and grunting like a grandfather, minho stood up, revealing his dick to everyone nearby. but none of the people cared. none, except jisung.

he was in such awe from minho’s hand movement that he forgot to close his eyes. but it was too late. now minho's cock was just at his face level. he was big… and thick as jisung imagined. not like he was thinking of minho’s dick all the time, but he had some thoughts about how his friend’s dick would look like. if only he could lean in slightly and lick the tip with his tongue and then-

“going?” minho asked with a note of confusion.

jisung joilted. he really hoped he wasn’t staring between minho’s legs this whole time.

“you can go. i’ll be there in a bit.” jisung answered through heavy breaths. now his dick was rock hard and the stimulation, although small, from the hot tub, did not help his desperate situation at all.

minho gave him a last questioning look, but exited the hot tub. the whole plan was going down the drain. everything was falling apart and jisung’s fears were becoming a reality. he was sitting with a rock hard dick in a public hot tub because he saw his best friend's cock. was it even normal?

it made him dizzy, but jisung had no other option than to start thinking of all disgusting things that happened to him. when he threw up on himself, or when he had to clean up his dog’s poops out of the carpet and pick out each piece individually… yeah, it worked. in a matter of twenty minutes, jisung managed to fully get rid of a hard-on and finally left the hot tub.

sauna was definitely a better choice right now, since jisung could come up with an excuse to cover up his crotch area. minho would probably give him another questioning look, but jisung didn’t care anymore. it would still be better than thinking of disgusting things again instead of relaxing and enjoying the evening.

jisung managed to wrap a towel around his hips and entered the sauna. it’s been a long time since he visited places like this. the familiar feeling of warmth surrounded his body. he was about to relax so good. thankfully he won’t have to worry about getting hard anymore.

minho saved a place for him on the bench, so jisung had no other choice than to sit next to him. but even when jisung tried to look away, out of the corner of his eye he noticed how minho sat: slightly slouched, legs wide. to make room for it, obviously. or to show it off. although nothing in his face betrayed anything smug or arrogant. his eyes were closed, as if he was asleep.

they sat in silence for a while, enjoying the warmth of the sauna. jisung still avoided looking at his friend, trying to forget the hot tub incident.

the next half hour passed smoothly and they decided to go to massage. but even when they were taking another shower jisung avoided looking at minho even for a second again. he became so anxious and was struggling with himself and his sudden feelings.

fortunately, the massage was an individual experience, and they didn’t have to be in the same room. after being on edge for a long time, jisung was finally able to truly relax and enjoy a massage.

even though his mind was still full of questions about why he had such intense reactions after seeing minho’s bare body. until today, jisung had never given much thought to it. sure, maybe he thought once or twice about how fit minho was. and yes, maybe sometimes the fact that minho seemed like an attractive guy crossed jisung’s mind. and jisung supposed he couldn't ignore the electric tingle that ran down his spine last week when minho had brushed his lips against his forehead, thinking he was asleep. but just because jisung considered what it might be like to date minho didn't mean they could actually date each other. terror, desire, confusion and curiosity all battled it out inside jisung’s stomach. it was only because jisung had never seen minho’s dick before. it was not like he had a crush on his best friend, right?

“do you want haejangguk as usual?” minho asked, looking through the menu.

they were back in the hotel room. jisung was so drained and sleepy, he immediately crawled under the sheets and was about to pass out. the massage took the last bits of his energy.

“mhm.” he answered. he was too lazy to even move his lips.

“okayyy, i’ll have fried chicken then.”

minho called the reception and made an order for the room service. but when he finished the call and turned around, he found jisung sleeping with his head almost completely hidden under the covers.

minho felt his heart trembling. why did jisung have to be so freaking cute? lying on the side, he had one cheek squished by the pillow, while the other was looking so round and chubby.

unable to resist the urge, minho climbed closer to jisung on the bed and laid down, staring at the sleepy expression on his friend’s face.

jisung swore he didn’t notice how he fell asleep, but what minho did next woke him up in a second. another forehead kiss. jisung knew he hadn’t imagined it and now he had all the evidence, as he was fully awake. minho didn’t stop on one, he gave jisung another and then another kiss on the forehead. his lips felt so soft.

jisung started smiling under the covers. a familiar warmth filled his chest, heading somewhere down into the groin area. he genuinely did not want to show that he was awake. he just wanted the kisses to last forever.

but the desire to catch minho red-handed was stronger.

“what are you doing, hyung?”

minho could have sworn his heart almost jumped out of his chest. he cursed, immediately pulling away.

“i thought you were asleep.” in the blink of an eye, minho was already lying on the other side of the bed as if nothing had happened.

jisung stared at minho in disbelief, thinking of how he should approach this conversation. he couldn't understand why minho shunned him so much, why he didn't want to admit his own actions.

but just as jisung was about to finally confront minho, a knock on the door disturbed him.

“oh! room service!” minho abruptly sat up on the bed.

fuck.

this is what you call a bad timing.

minho welcomed the service lady in, letting her to put all the plates on the table and leave shorty after.

“food is here. come eat.” minho did not even give jisung a glare as he continued to arrange the plates.

“not until we talk.” jisung puffed out his cheeks in displeasure. even though he looked like an offended child right now, he needed to get an answer from minho in any way.

minho was silent for a while, but after realizing that jisung was not joking, he gave up, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“fine. what do you wanna talk about?”

“i dunno. everything?!” jisung threw his hands up in annoyance. “your weird behavior whole day? your accidental booking of a couple’s room? your constant forehead kisses, when i’m asleep?”

jisung didn't notice how angry he got. he didn't plan on yelling at minho, he didn't want to start a fight with him. it just happened.

“if you're so worried about it, i actually accidentally booked a room with one bed. when i noticed, it was too late to cancel the reservation.” minho’s words were sharp. “besides, we often sleep in the same bed, so i didn't think much of it. and... my weird behavior? or maybe it’s yours? because i’m not staring at your dick like a horny bitch whole day.”

jisung was so stunned that he started opening and closing his mouth like a fish. he did not expect that instead of repentance, minho would go on the attack.

“how can i not stare at your dick when it’s right in front of my face?!”

“just don’t look at it?!”

“then don’t shove it in my face!”

“i don’t shove it in your face!”

“you literally did in a hot tub!”

“i had to stand up somehow?!”

“and chose to wiggle it in front of my mouth!”

“i didn’t! gosh… if i really wanted to fuck your face i would have already done it!”

“so you don’t want to?!”

“i didn’t say that!”

both of them suddenly paused. how did the conversation turn into this? none of them had an answer to that.

it wasn’t long before minho was right on top of jisung, holding his hips down and kissing him hungrily. practically spit on spit, purposefully as sloppy as possible, they kept devouring each other’s mouths. the desperate hunger for one another that had been hidden deep inside them for so long finally bursted out.

the slurping noises were filthy, but neither of them seemed to care. instead jisung tightened his arms around minho’s neck and threaded his fingers through his hair. it was a mix of passion and anger from the fighting before. jisung took minho’s tongue into his mouth, sucking on it like he would suck him off.

jisung’s dick grew embarrassingly fast, causing him to wiggle his hips under minho’s body. why was he so easily turned on?

“you are so cute when you are flustered…” minho pulled away, looking at jisung intently. a string of saliva still connected their lips. one hand brushed a stand of hair out of his face, while the other gripped his waist.

jisung didn’t respond, only blushed even more. his puffy cheeks were completely red. he melted just like that, becoming completely malleable in minho’s arms. he was trying so hard to avoid intense eye contact, but it was hard to do so, considering that minho was pressing his whole body against him.

pleased with the reaction, minho grinned and moved to kiss jisung’s neck, leaving bites and sucking at any piece of skin he could see. biting became even harder when he heard a series of desperate moans from jisung. he then spread jisung’s legs apart with his knee, resting comfortably right between them.

“fuck-“ jisung whimpered, thoughts getting hazy each second.

to think that he would end up being crushed against the bed by his best friend, while being kissed and toyed with… he started grinding his hips against minho, bucking them up. he quickly got more and more desperate, reaching his climax just by dry humping.

“gosh… you are so loud.” minho wanted to sound annoyed, but he couldn’t hide his cheeky smile. having jisung like this, grinding his hips against him, was the best reward he could get.

“then why don’t you shut my mouth with your cock?” jisung suddenly said, immediately regretting his words. he did not want to sound so eager for minho’s dick.

the smile dropped so fast from minho’s face and got replaced by a devilish smirk. “you think you can handle it?”

oh lord. jisung shut hit eyes. he couldn’t bear with minho looking at him like that. he was practically undressing him with his eyes, while his thumb traced over jisung’s bottom lip.

“i can. i can handle it.” jisung nodded multiple times. no, he definitely sounded eager for minho’s dick now.

minho gave jisung a final warning look and lifted himself up, settling with his back pressed against the headboard. he stripped his clothes quickly, they went flying across the room. the act itself got jisung gulp hardly, wanting to undress as fast as possible too.

his gaze caught on minho, naked and beautiful, leaning casually against the headboard as his eyes leisurely traveled over jisung’s body. minho’s cock was hard, long and already leaking, making jisung’s mouth watery.

he then scooted a bit closer to minho, leaning in for a kiss again. minho responded just as passionately, his hands tangled in jisung’s hair and his hips bucked up in search of contact.

jisung thought he could probably spend hours just kissing minho, but that wasn't what he wanted now, when the sight of dripping dick was just beneath him. he pressed one last kiss on minho’s lips before kneeling down.

he ran his hands up minho’s thighs and then took that thick cock in his hands. the feel of his cock alone made jisung impatient. it was so warm and the skin felt so silky soft.

but before taking it into his mouth, he shot minho an inquiring look only to find him with his head thrown back. reading that as a sign to do whatever he wants, jisung tightened his grip on the cock.

“oh fucking shit…” minho groaned. a throaty sound had heat shooting right up jisung’s groin.

precum was pearled at the tip, and jisung licked it off slowly, savouring the taste of minho on his tongue.

“oh, oh fuck!” minho whimpered, looking down.

jisung smiled and did it again. he was ready to put on that show for him, never breaking the eye contact and taking minho as slow as possible.

he wanted to touch him everywhere, wanted to know how every inch of minho’s dick felt on his tongue. minho tasted so sweet, and jisung couldn't get enough of him. following the pace, jisung licked the tip again, alternating between kitten licks and fully taking the tip into his mouth.

minho’s hips trembled, the muscles on his thighs tensed under jisung’s palms as he moved his hips up towards jisung’s face.

“you're- ah- good at that- just- go a bit faster-“ minho gasped out. he restrained himself this whole time from grabbing jisung by the hair and pushing him down his cock. but he was slowly losing his patience.

“make me.” jisung hummed, shivering at the thought of what was about to happen next.

minho opened one eye to make sure jisung wasn’t joking. oh well, the cocky smile on his face confirmed so.

if jisung wanted to receive a full face fucking experience… how could minho say no?

his hand then grabbed on jisung’s hair, interlocking his fingers tightly, and pushed him down the length with all force. even thought jisung was fully prepared for that, he still nearly choked on the dick.

minho began to fuck jisung’s mouth, while continuing to hold the hair tightly. the slick sounds of his own cock sliding in and out mixed with the wet sound of jisung’s mouth.

when jisung got used to the speed, he took hold of the base of the dick with one hand, sliding it on the thickening shaft. he hollowed his cheeks around minho’s huge cock, trying to be so good for him. he wanted to be used like a toy — wanted minho take as much of him as he desired.

jisung caught himself on a thought of how much he was enjoying this. on his knees, in nothing but his underwear, his face in minho’s groin and mouth full of dick. couldn’t be any better.

minho was so hard and dripping from jisung working him up. the sounds jisung’s mouth was making... it was all so filthy and dirty, but he couldn't get enough. he wanted, needed to hear more of that.

as jisung curled his tongue one more time and began moving his head at impossible speed, minho felt his orgasm approaching.

“fuck!” he whined. the grip on the hair tightened, and he came inside jisung’s mouth. jisung continued licking him through orgasm, not letting even a single drop of cum to waste.

as minho finished, both his arms encircled jisung’s cheeks and he left a kiss on his forehead, brushing away his sweaty bangs.

“did so well for me, jagi.” minho cooed, and jisung blushed at the praise. he ran his thumb over jisung’s lips, looking at him in awe. “you swallowed it all?”

jisung nodded and minho groaned again. “fuck- that’s hot. you’re so hot.”

jisung couldn’t help, but blush even more. they’ve been messing around for far too long, and jisung has been hard this whole time. he was desperate for minho to fuck him, suck him off or just do anything to his body at this point.

but as soon as jisung was about to beg for a touch, minho looked somewhere behind him, the look on his face immediately changed.

“the food is cold now, by the way. told you we have to eat first.” the usual grumpy minho was back. it was adorable how quickly his mood could change.

“well… im still hard. you can try to satisfy your hunger with my cum, if you want.” jisung leaned closer to minho’s face.

the way jisung was so bold with his words left minho speechless. he was not surprised he was hard again so soon.

“you offering?” he grinned, capturing their lips back together.

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side note: i know that korean saunas are not like hotels and don’t have rooms for each person, but i had to make it less realistic for the PLOT. so please don’t come after me >_<

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 8 months

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There's Beauty in Tragedy

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.9k

Warnings: home invasion, robbers, being tied up and gagged but not injured, mostly fluff

Summary: You own a multi-billion dollar company, and that means you're a target for a specific group of people who robs very rich. The whole experience is very scary but you meet the woman of your dreams because of it, so you can't be too mad at the situation.

Square Filled: crime scene (2023) for @cmbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

This big mansion is all to yourself. A dozen bedrooms and bathrooms, a big movie theater, a gorgeous indoor pool, a luxurious spa next to it, and that’s barely scratching the surface. Why do you need all this? Well, you don’t. You’re more than happy with living in a two-bedroom house that you can craft to your liking instead of a big place like this.

You make so much money that you had no other choice but to put it toward your dream house. Your heels click on the clean tiled floor as you walk into your sleek office where you know a hoard of emails are waiting for your response. For someone who is the CEO of the best jewelry company this country has ever seen, you have a shit ton of work you need to do.

Your passion in life is to make jewelry for people to feel beautiful in. It all started in the basement of your parent’s house like every other great company has. The first people you ever made jewelry for were your parents with jewels you found while camping one summer. They were so impressed that they told their immediate family who were interested in you doing this for them.

They told their friends who told their kids who told their friends and soon, everyone in town was lining at your door for your jewelry. That’s when you started taking commissions only for people who are willing to pay which is how you were able to buy your first car with your own money. Yes, you got a job when you turned seventeen so you can get experience under your belt even though you could live off what you were making on your jewelry sales.

Once the business got big enough to work out of your parent’s basement, you used your money to buy a small space in the local mall where you could extend your services to more people. You hired a few of your friends to help you with the business for a few years, and the company was only getting bigger.

It got to the point where you bought yourself your own building, and hired a call center team, IT services, mailroom workers, and a whole fleet of teams who could do the work you were doing back in high school. You named yourself the CEO of Shining Star Jewelry and retired at an early age.

You’re doing pretty well for yourself and you don’t like to hide it. You sit down at your desk and work on answering emails for a couple of hours. Afterward, you’ll make yourself some dinner and take a hot bath while watching your favorite TV show. The first hour goes by quicker than you thought it would, and you look at the time with a yawn. Maybe you can get away with cutting it an hour early.

You’re about to log out of your account when your security cameras pick up something in your backyard. Two men are in your backyard with a big black duffel bag slung over their shoulders with the intention of breaking in and stealing shit. They smash the back door and walk inside your home.

You’re not sure what to do in this situation. Do you hide? Do you run? Do you call someone? Your security alarm is set up to send a silent alarm to the local police if you don’t turn it off, so the police are coming either way. The only problem is, you’re not sure how long it will take them to get here.

Your fight or flight response kicks in and you choose to run in hopes they don’t find you. However, luck isn’t on your side because as soon as you step foot out of your office, both men stand in your way.

“Lookie lookie what we got here,” one of the men says.

They’re both wearing skull bandanas that they have tied over their face so that the only thing showing is their eyes.

“Take anything you want. Please don’t hurt me,” you beg.

“Tie her up,” one of them says.

The bigger man grabs your arm harshly and yanks you into your office. He takes out some rope, duct tape, and zip ties that will be used to subdue you. You have no clue if you’re going to lose your life, get raped, get injured, or whatever they have planned. Instead of fleeing like your body is telling you to do, you allow the man to do whatever he wants to do to you in hopes that he doesn’t hurt or kill you. He ties your ankles together with zip ties, your wrists are tied with rope very tightly, the zip ties your ankles to your wrists so you can’t use your hands, and duct tape is wrapped around your eyes and mouth so you’re forced to breathe through your nose.

“Are you done?”

“Yeah.”

“Let’s go. A place as nice as this must have good security alarms. The police will be here any minute.”

Both men leave you alone in your office to wonder what they’re taking and where they are. You have a lot of nice expensive shit everywhere that they can make a lot of money off of, but there is so much of it that they can’t possibly take it all before the police come.

Twenty agonizing minutes later, you hear police sirens outside your house. You’re not sure if the two men are gone, and if they are, you hope your cameras caught which way they went. Two officers knock on your front door to check if you’re alright. You try screaming as loud as you can but the duct tape is preventing you from making a lot of noise.

“Check around back,” one of the officers say.

Both of them split up to see if there is any disturbances only to meet at the back door which is shattered with glass all over the ground.

“NYPD! We’re coming inside!”

Both of them train their guns in front of them as they walk inside. They stick together and sweep each room one by one until they get to your office. They walk in and aim their guns at you thinking you’re one of the intruders.

“Shit,” the first officer curses and holsters his gun. He kneels next to you and takes the duct tape off first. “You’re okay, Miss. We’re here to help.”

“I couldn’t fight back,” you cry. “I am so scared.”

“I understand. Robles, help me with the zip ties.”

Both officers remove you from your ties. They didn’t kill you. Why? Paramedics come so they can check you out while more officers come to gather intel on what items the burglars stole, where they went, and who they could be. After the paramedics clear you, a female officer sits down with you in your living room.

“I know you must be scared out of your mind, but do you mind if I ask you some questions?”

“No.”

“Okay. Do you remember what the intruders looked like?”

“They had masks covering their face. I could only see their eyes. They were wearing skull bandanas around their faces. One was really big. He’s the one who shoved me into my office. The other one was really skinny. I probably weigh more than him,” you scoff. A look of realization comes over the officer’s face. “What?”

“Excuse me.”

She gets up and walks over to another officer. She whispers to him but the sound carries over to you so you’re able to hear her.

“Call the FBI. They’ve struck again.”

You’re not sure what’s going on or why the FBI needs to come here for two people stealing shit but you have no choice but to wait for them to arrive. They’re coming from Quantico, Virginia which is only an hour by plane. Three agents go to your house while the rest are set up in the NYPD station.

“Agents, thank you for coming.” You look to the left and see the most gorgeous woman you’ve ever seen. Blonde hair, slim, and from what you can tell blue eyes. “I’m Detective Faulkner.”

“I’m Agent Hotchner. These are Agents Jareau and Morgan.”

“You told me over the phone that this matches the other crime scenes?”

“Yes. My men found Miss Y/N in her office with duct tape over her mouth and eyes with rope and zip ties. The intruders wore skull bandanas. I read through the files that they’ve been hitting houses up and down the coastline, right?”

Two men have been hitting rich houses and stealing billions of dollars worth of things. They don’t kill their victims, but it’s suspected that they sell the items and use the money for their trafficking business.

“Yes.” JJ’s eyes look over at you and you look away to prevent her from seeing your blush. “Is this her?”

“Yes. She’s pretty shaken up.”

“I got it,” JJ says to her team and walks to you alone. “May I sit?”

“Please.”

“My name is Jennifer Jareau. I’m with the FBI.”

You’re still scared and traumatized at what happened to you, but you’re not going to let her know. She is too gorgeous to worry about you crying. Her eyes are bluer up close and her cheeks are rosy which comes from a natural tint rather than makeup blush.

“Jennifer? That’s a beautiful name. It’s suiting,” you flirt.

“Thank you,” she blushes deeper. “Can you walk me through what happened?”

You tell her exactly what you told the female officer earlier.

“After they tied me up, all I kept thinking was this is it. This is when I’m gonna die. I haven’t had time to look through my things but I had some pretty valuable items, most of which can be replaced. Is it true?”

“Is what true?”

“That these men have been doing this to a lot of other people?”

“Yes. They only hit victims who have millions to billions of dollars to their name, and they just so happen to strike in the richest city in America.”

“Yeah, I try to have the best security defenses but sometimes that doesn't even stop people.”

“We’re going to work hard in catching these guys and returning your items back to you,” she promises.

“Well, I appreciate that.” She moves her long hair out of the way to reveal she has a sparking diamond necklace on. That twinkle can only be found in one place, and you smile flirtatiously. “That necklace is beautiful.”

“Thank you. I got it for my birthday last year.”

“I knew I recognized it. I designed it. It makes your eyes sparkle.”

“You have good taste, then,” she blushes.

“Beautiful jewelry for a beautiful woman.”

JJ can’t help but smile at your compliment. She has to admit, she was taken aback by your beauty when she first saw you. You’re a victim on a case she’s working so she can’t pursue you but after the case… you never know.

JJ and her team work tirelessly to capture the two unsubs before they move on to the next state. They’ve been hitting one or two big houses in each city, only choosing two cities in each state, and they’re moving across state lines which is why the FBI is involved. They normally deal with serial killers and psychopaths, never really touching on serial burglars. You’re the first person in this city to have been hit, so they’re going to hit one more person before moving to the next big city in New York.

After the police left, you tried to go back to your everyday life without possession of your things, but you tried. The press got hold of the story pretty quickly so your PR team is working endlessly to try and get behind the story before your name is dragged through the mud. You’re on your way out the door when you get a call from an unknown number.

“This is Y/N,” you answer.

“Hi, it’s Jennifer from the FBI.”

“Oh, to what do I owe the pleasure?” you smile.

“Do you mind coming down to the station right now? It’s about the robbery.”

You don’t have to look at the time to know you always have time for her.

“Of course. I’m on my way.” You drive straight to the police station which is only a ten-minute drive. You walk inside and greet one of the officers. “I’m here to see Agent Jareau.”

“Y/N, I’m glad you could make it,” JJ smiles.

“I wasn’t busy. What did you need me for?”

“We realize the burglars are going to be hitting another house soon, and we need your help locating some people.”

“Do I get to work with you?”

“If you’d like.”

“No offense to the others, but they’re not as pretty as you are,” you wink. JJ blushes once again at your compliment and leads you to an empty conference room. “So, when you mean ‘some people’ do you mean ‘rich people’? As in, do I keep in touch with any other rich folk in the city?”

“Yeah,” she says sheepishly.

“Don’t be embarrassed. I actually like to keep a record of all of my competitors in the area including who has enough money to overthrow my company.”

“I don’t think that can happen. Your jewelry is one-of-a-kind.”

“That’s very sweet of you, Jennifer, but there are a lot of people who seem to think they can outshine me.”

“Right. Who’s on your list?”

“This list is gonna cost you. Would it be too much if I asked you to go grab coffee with me? You know, like a date?” JJ’s mouth opens and closes as she tries to search for an answer. Her pale skin darkens deliciously, making you think if the rest of her skin is the same way. “I’m sorry but you’re gorgeous. When I see something I like, I grab it before someone else does.”

“Look, I’m flattered you asked me on a date, but I don’t think it would be very professional since I am working on your case. It would raise suspicions to my boss, and I don’t want to ruin anything for anyone.”

“Completely understandable. What about after?”

“We’ll talk then,” she smiles.

You give her the list of every known millionaire and billionaire in the area that you have numbers for. If someone has money, you make it your business to know who they are. The list is handed to their technical analyst, Penelope Garcia, to see if she can narrow down the very long list. The list you have in New York City alone is over seven hundred residents who are targets for this duo-team.

With Penelope’s help, that number is drastically decreased to less than fifty using the parameters they are searching for. The FBI and NYPD work on calling every person on that short list to make sure they know what’s going on and how they’re a potential target. All of them answer but one, and that’s the one that the FBI is going after thinking the two unsubs are going there.

From what you gathered, they were in the middle of a heist with bags of jewels, cash, and other expensive items when the FBI and NYPD showed up. They’re not killers but they don’t like to be cornered. If they really do work for a trafficking ring, being caught is worse than being dead, so they decided to shoot their way out.

One of them died and the other was apprehended and arrested.

They haven’t had time to sell any of the possessions they stole while in New York, so all of your items were returned back to you. Your PR team used this to your advantage to make this seem like a happy ending for you in the eyes of society. If the public can sympathize with you, then you won’t face backlash for something that wasn’t your fault to begin with.

It isn’t fair but that’s the way the world is.

JJ escorted you back home when you told her you didn’t feel safe going back there alone. She took this as an opportunity to be alone with you knowing it’s why you asked her to take you home in the first place.

“I appreciate you taking me home,” you say when she walks you up the stairs to your front door.

“I didn’t want you to feel unsafe.”

“I want you to know I will be working with my team to increase security here so we don’t have this issue again. Though, it’s such a shame to see you go. I thought we were having fun.”

“We were,” she smiles.

“Here, take this.” You reach into your purse and grab one of your business cards and a pen. You scribble your personal phone number on it since your cards only have your business phone number. “I can work remotely anywhere in the world or not at all. It’d be a real tragedy if I never got to see you again. I hear Virginia is nice this time of year. I’d love to take you out.”

“I’d like that, too.”

“Call me.” You open your front door and step inside. “Or if you have some time right now, would you like to come in for some coffee?”

She looks at her watch and shrugs.

“I got some time,” she smiles and steps inside.

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This is going to he so specific so feel free to not do this (but if you do thank you so so much) but how would the 141 + alejandro and valeria react to coming home early to surprise their s/o only to find her crying in the bathtub and cut her hair into a bob because nothing is just going for them at this point in life

task force 141 + distressed reader

Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John Price, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Valeria Garza

Warnings: um reader is going through it, also violence/guns

A/N: um u good anon?

simon "ghost" riley:

alright so it doesn't take ghost long to realize that something's going on when he gets home

the place you guys share is silent which isn't necessarily out of character but it is odd enough for him to be on edge

and then he hears you crying very faintly and he goes into panic mode

his first thought is that something bad happened or someone broke in or that you're injured

and that's really annoying because he had been planning to surprise with homemade dinner

so he drops his grocery bags and pulls out a gun and starts sweeping the house until he finds you

the good news is that there was no intruder

the bad news is that you're sobbing in the middle of the bathtub with a chunk of hair in one hand and a pair of scissors in the other

the other thing he notices is that your hair is definitely significantly shorter

ghost's not always the best at noticing small details when it comes to haircuts/spa trips but this is very obvious

because you went from long-ish hair to full on bob

honestly it's definitely doing it for him but he decides to withhold that information for the time being

he's a little taken aback and he doesn't really know what to do

he sorta scans you over and it doesn't seem like you're visibly injured so he's definitely reassured a little

he knocks on the wall so he can get your attention and when you turn to look at him it's pretty obvious you're going through it

and he hates to see you so sad but also he doesn't really know what to do

so he just sorta squats down and awkwardly pats your back while you cry

(if you've seen peacemaker it's very much like when vigilante is awkwardly rubbing peacemaker's back)

doesn't really know what to say to you though because he doesn't have much experience with people crying

definitely makes more than a few awkward comments

"i like your hair"

"did you cut it yourself?"

"do you still want dinner?"

but he's been through enough interpersonal training to not be a total idiot so he also asks if you want to talk about it

if you say no he'll gladly sit with you and continue to rub your back as you cry

and then probably let you take a nap while he cooks you your favorite dinner

and if you say yes he'll let you get it all out there

he won't say much except for the occasional grunt or head nod but you can tell he's listening

and then afterwards he'll comfort you and turn on a warm shower for you while he makes you food

he'll also clean up any fallen hair from the bathroom too

john "soap" mactavish:

alright so soap was really excited to get home to you because he had found something he thought you'd like at the store and he couldn't wait to give it to you

but when he opened the door and was met with crying his heart stopped

he immediately followed the sound to see you crying in the bathtub

he's not exactly the quietest guy so when he arrived you turned to face him and gestured at your hair

which was now much shorter than that morning

and cried even harder

the first thing soap does is rush to your side to give you a hug

also immediately asks about your hair because he can't help himself

now don't get him wrong he thinks you look amazing with short hair

but it was definitely a shock to see

soap's not the best at these emotionally heavy moments so he tries to lighten them up with humor

definitely makes a joke about how you should cut your hair into a mohawk so you can match with him

he keeps cracking jokes until you're able to start laughing at them

and then he'll ask you how you're doing/what happened

he'll listen to you vent about it for however long you need

and soap's a great person to vent to because he's always happy to chime in with a "oh my god no way" or a "that's so unfair you don't deserve that"

when you're finally done he'll draw a shower up for you

and then order some takeout because he's not the best cook

and then once you're out he'll turn on your favorite movie/tv show and show you what he got you

it's a little figurine from your favorite franchise that you've been wanting for a while

and then he's happy to spend the rest of the night by your side until you fall asleep

kyle "gaz" garrick:

alrighty so when the first thing gaz hears when he opens the door is the sound of crying his heart drops

gaz always always wants you to be happy so even though he doesn't know what's distressing you he knows he has to try and fix it

he immediately runs to your side as soon as he puts down his stuff

and ofc since he's military he's definitely scanning any rooms he's passing to make sure everything seems fine

he's certainly shocked to see you on the floor of the bathtub sobbing with significantly less hair

but he's slightly reassured at the fact that you're not visibly bleeding or hurt

besides your mental state of course

he's very quick to rush to your side and check up on you

he asks if you're okay and what happened

he doesn't mention the hair because he still can't really tell if that's a touchy subject

when you explain what's going on gaz's heart breaks

he feels so bad for not realizing what was going on sooner

definitely steps into the bathtub with you and holds you if you continue to cry

he can tell you kinda need this so he doesn't say much, instead he's just there to give you a shoulder to cry on

and when you've cried all the tears in your body he helps you up and takes you to the kitchen

where he makes you something quick to eat and gives you something to drink

and then he goes and gets you the gift he had been planning on surprising you with when he got home

it's a beautiful necklace with your initials on it that he's been saving up for for a while

it's not even for an anniversary or anything he just saw how beautiful it was and thought of you

john price:

alright so years of being in the military mean two things for price

one is that he is uber paranoid

so when he comes home to a relatively silent house save for the sound of you sobbing his mind immediately goes to the worst possible outcome

he is literally sprinting to you because he's so terrified that if he doesn't you will literally die

so in a weird way he's kinda relieved when he sees you in the bathtub with a new haircut

that being said he can also see you visibly sobbing which brings us to point number two

price is a people person

i mean he's literally a military captain you don't get there without having some bomb people skills

also like 1/3 of the people he meets are dead so he knows a thing or two about dealing with negative feelings

one of those things being that sometimes you just need to feel your feelings

he doesn't even say a word as he gets into the bathtub with you

just rubs your back and hands you a tissue as you cry

he trusts that you'll tell him what's wrong when you're ready so for now he's content to let you just cry your heart out

once all your tears have been let out he runs you a bath and gets you some water so you stay hydrated

and while you do that he reheats the takeout he got from your favorite place which he was planning to surprise you with

and when you come out he pours you a glass of your favorite drink

and spends the rest of the night just being there for you

alejandro vargas:

alright so alejandro is very particular about keeping his family life seperate from his work life so when he comes home to you crying his worst fear is that someone hurt you

he's already planning how he's gonna kill them let's be fr

anyways when he finds you sobbing in the bathtub he has three thoughts

1. omg you look so good with short hair gahhshdhsh

2. alright you're physically safe it appears so in a good and bad way the only thing hurt you is life itself

3. how do you kill life itself

he still doesn't have an answer for the third one

instead of continuing to wonder about that tho he instead runs to your side to see what happened

you explain it to him while he rubs your back and nods sympathetically

once you're done crying he lifts you up and starts running a bath

he also starts pampering you extensively

like he's out here running a whole spa just to make you feel better

ironically he had rushed home early to tell you he had gotten you a voucher for an all expenses spa trip next week

but he figures you could use a spa trip right now more

he also takes the opportunity to tell you how pretty you look with a bob while he's washing your hair

rodolfo "rudy" parra:

oh god bless rudy's poor soul

because his heart literally stops for like a full minute when the only thing he hears when he comes home is you crying

honestly if he didn't have such extensive military training he probably would've just stood there paralyzed with panic for like a full minute

but thankfully his training has him running to your side to see what's going on

and seeing you in tears has him in tears let's be so fr

he's immediately running to give you a hug and trying to shower you in praises in an attempt to make you feel better

honestly he's so distracted with helping you he doesn't even realize the haircut at first

and i mean he is just desperate to make sure you're okay

like he's literally falling over himself and doing everything possible to make sure that you're fine

he practically begs for you to tell him what happened so he can figure out who he needs to go fight

and like alejandro his heart literally shatters when he finds out it's not really anyone in particular but more so just life generally being annoying

but honestly rudy is so eager he would find a way to punch life in the face just for you

he's absolutely beside himself trying to take care of you

like even he has to take a minute to calm down because he's so panicked he's not thinking straight

but when his head is screwed on right he manages to run you a shower and find you a cold glass of water

when you come out is when he finally notices your haircut

and he is absolutely in love

he doesn't even usually care much about how your hair looks but seeing it short is so pretty on you

he also makes you a warm meal to eat afterwards

and it takes him until the next morning to remember to gift you the movie tickets he had been planning to surprise you with the night before

valeria garza:

okay so when valeria comes home and hears you crying she is seeing red

she doesn't know who did this to you but she knows she is going to find them and make sure they don't live to ever do it again

she's already planning out how to track them down while she's running to your side

the first thing she notices is your hair which she is in love with

and then she realizes she needs to stop focusing so much on revenge right at this moment and focus on making sure you're okay

she's quick to get in the bathtub with you and wipe away your tears

immediately asks what's wrong and will persist until you tell her

after which she will hold you to her chest and rub your back as you cry

little do you know she's trying to figure out who she can get revenge on to make this better

once you're done crying though she runs you a bath and grabs you a glass of water

and she'll stay by your side to wash you hair and just make sure you're safe

she also makes a joke about you wanting to copy her haircut

but she also lets you know how amazing she thinks you look with it

when you're out she orders some takeout and then shows you the gift she had been planning to surprise you with

it's a brand new set of clothes you had been eyeing for the past week or two

she makes you promise to wear it tomorrow because she's gonna take you out to make sure you feel better

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@jackmans-poison: One sentence concept for Travis: "You know how to make me feel good, huh?"

“Alright it’s ready!” You called out to Travis from the bathroom.

He hobbled into the bathroom, his back and knees sore from a hard day of practice.

“Baby, I don’t take baths.” He uttered as he saw that you had set him up with a spa like experience in the tub, complete with lit candles and aromatherapy.

“Just trust me. This is going to help so much.”

He sunk into the tub with a groan, his long legs stretching over the edge.

You sat behind him, giving his shoulders a rub.

“You know how to make me feel good, huh?” He chuckled, closing his eyes and leaning back.

“Yes, and when you’re done in here, I’ll show you other ways I can make you feel good.” You whispered into his ear.

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mutantninjamidlifecrisis · 1 year

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/this is super random, ignore me, I just wanted to say

I keep thinking and coming back to the Raph POV part from the beginning, where Raph notices some things about Leon, and one of those things is that apparently Leon showers with cold water, and it just blows my mind a little every time. It's such a tiny detail but it instanty gives you the scale of the Guilt ™ Leon's carrying. I love me some depressed guilty oldman, refusing any and every little comforts he may have at any turn. ♥ It made me picture two scenarios:

Raph catching Mikey spying on Leon, probably barely hiding, with a timer in hand, and Raph's like wyd?? and Mikey's like Shhh, watch!.. and he starts the timer when Leon goes shower and stops when he leaves the bathroom, and it'd be like 3 mins tops haha. If he showers with cold water, he probably also has a soldier-like habbits about it being super-quick mb?;

Leo somehow gets to know about it and he knows, he knows Leon actually still loves hot water, and that it's some kind of punishment or something, and it annoys him for some reason, so he organises a sudden random SURPRISE family trip to some youkai hot springs or something so he can enjoy Leon squirm a little and then drop-kick him into hot water probably. xD

Hot showers are probably just one of many things that Leon doesn't allow himself to enjoy. The first time he turned on the hot water it was just... heavenly. But then he couldn't help but think about Mikey and April and Donnie and Raph and all the other people who had died never being able to experience these simple pleasures/creature comforts again due to his own inadequacies, and he just. immediately turns off the hot water. Like, it does not feel right to allow himself to have this. It doesn't feel fair.

Thank you for this concept though. God. Family spa holiday. They all need this so bad.

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Chapter 24:

Every time you call me crazy I get more crazy

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"You look like shit? Didn’t you sleep?" Daniel’s first words when he walked inside.

"Actually no. I haven’t." I bit back.

"Are you getting sick?"

"No. I just couldn’t sleep. Are you ready? Can we go?"

"Yeah. Just your suitcase and we’re ready to go, but remind me again, why you don’t ask your dad to drive you?" Daniel asked and I sighed.

"Because he and Liam will come on Friday. More driving. Less talking."

"Oh wow you’re really grumpy." he groaned.

"I just need to grab something and then we can go." I said and he nodded.

I opened the bathroom drawer taking out the blue pill packaging and popped one of the pills out, swallowing it dry, when Mum walked in.

"What was that?" she asked curiously and I looked at her.

"Birth control?" I threw the package into my toiletry bag before Mum fished it back out.

"Is it a new packaging?" she looked at it and I shook my head "A new one? Why?"

"The one I was taking won’t be produced anymore? So now I’m taking this one." I said and she read the back of the package.

"Does it have the same hormones and stuff?" she asked and I shrugged my shoulders.

"I don’t know? As long as it’s doing its job." I said but then I took in a deep breath. Awkward.

"I pretend like I didn’t hear that… but Lizzie, switching to a different pill is nothing you should take easy. You might experience some side effects while your body adjusts to the new one? How long are you taking it already?" she sounded really concerned and I took the package out of her hand.

"Taking the last one of this package on Sunday. And it’s the first month with it. And I’m feeling good. No side effects. Can I please go now? This conversation is… weird. Go talk with Sissy about this kinda stuff." I threw the package back in my toiletry bag again and kissed her cheek "I see you in Monza? Before Monza? I don’t even know myself?"

"Yeah we’ll figure it out. But Lizzie, sweetheart? Please keep the side effects in mind! Just in case!" she said and I sighed.

"Yup. I will." I went back downstairs where Daniel still waited "Ready?"

"Ready!" he opened the door for me, taking my duffel bag out of my hand and loading it in the trunk of my car.

As soon as we were inside I took my shoes off and leaned back.

"Can you make it in under 4 hours?" I joked.

"It’s your car. Every speeding ticket I will get is yours to deal with, then yes."

"Go for it!" I closed my eyes. Trying to get at least a little bit of sleep.

Failed attempt.

"Welcome back to the second half of the season, Lizzie! How are you? How was the summer break? What did you do?" Will Buxton asked.

"I am fantastic! Thank you. The summer break was way too short, I could use some more time with my family and friends! But it was also way too long because I can’t wait to get back in my car again! And as for what I did, I spent some time with my family, then a little with my friends and then I focused on getting back in shape. A lot of work outs." I smiled at him and he nodded.

"Lizzie, we know that Spa, after the Nürburgring, is your favourite race track. How excited are you, breezing past this historical track this weekend with an F1 car?"

"You have no idea! I honestly can’t wait to get in the car and just go for it! Race like there is no tomorrow!" I said euphorically.

"What can we expect from Audi this weekend?"

"Our car should work around here quite well, at least on paper. So yeah, I’d say something great!"

"Something great?"

"Oh yes."

P8. Decent. Not more. Not less. Nothing great.

"Lizzie, how was it, driving a Formula one car around this track, racing up eau rouge?" Lawrence Barretto asked.

"Well. After not the best feeling and results on Friday. An okayish Saturday… today was a bit of an up. The car felt better. The race was fun. We maximised our point as much as possible with Valtteri in P7 and me in P8. There wasn’t much more in it for us this weekend."

"You were quite- umm… euphoric, at the beginning of the weekend, in terms of Audi’s performance, what lead to that? And why didn’t the great as you had prognosed happen?"

"Yeah, I had a good feeling and was excited to race again and I let the data fool me a little. I was hoping for a better result, if I’m honest, but we’ll come back stronger next week in Zandvoort."

"Thank you, Lizzie!" one last smile and it was done.

Julie and I walked in silence back and before we reached our hospitality, she pulled me aside.

"Are you okay?" she asked and I nodded, slightly confused "You’re a little- umm how do I put this… you’re a little squeamish this weekend?"

"Squeamish? What do you mean? What? When?" I asked her.

"You were sometimes overly optimistic, the next minute you were… more reserved? Maybe even sensitive? You just were a little off the whole weekend. What ever it is. You know you can talk to me if you need to?"

"Yeah sure, but it’s all good! Really!" I tried to appease her and she nodded, right as Paul bumped into us.

"Oh shit, sorry!" he looked at me and smiled "Oh it’s you, girls. Ready for a waaay to loo long meeting?" he stepped in between us and put his arms around our shoulders.

"Can’t wait…" I mumbled and he laughed.

"You guys go ahead, I have to make a call." Julie walked away.

"The weekend wasn’t too bad, you know?" Paul said and I shook my head.

"I made too many mistakes." I mumbled and he pulled me even closer.

"But P8 is not that bad! Come on! Cheer up a little!"

"It’s okay, I guess?" I sighed and looked up, saw how Charles’ eyes were glued to me, Paul following my look.

"He’s in the second fastest car and struggled, a lot, so I’d say his weekend was worse." Paul laughed loudly and I saw how Charles walked away.

"Very funny." I groaned and we entered the Audi hospitality.

"Oh, come on! I’m just kidding!" Paul rolled his eyes and pulled his arm from my shoulder.

"And always jokes on Charles’ expanse."

Before Paul could answer Pete waved me over and I walked off, thankful to leave this conversation behind. Just this last meeting and then back to the hotel. And then back to Monaco.

"Alright. Run down. Just the flat itself, rank them worst to best." Charles handed me my salad.

"Umm- I don’t know? I have to consider everything not just the flat? The price, the neighbour hood? That one I liked but is on the 5th floor with no elevator? Not so easy!" I sighed, stabbing my salad half-heartedly.

"This way it’s easier? Rank them first and then we’ll talk about the price, the pros, the cons. But we have to start somewhere." he said and I put my bowl down leaning back, closing my eyes "Come on Lizzie, don’t think too much."

"Stop rushing me!" I hissed and Charles looked at me "You think telling me over an over to stop thinking is helpful? It’s not, just so you know!" I sat back up and grabbed my salad, shoving a fork full in my mouth.

"I’m sorry cara mia but you said you want to narrow it down to 2 options today…" Charles said.

"I know! But you… this… uggghhh! I can’t decide, okay?" I looked at my salad and groaned "God I’m so hungry and this salad is just… bland and soggy. I want fries. Or a Pizza. Literally anything is better than this half dead salad."

"Oh. Umm… I made it the way you always make it. Maybe I- I don’t know. Maybe I did something wrong?" Charles said a little dejectedly, grabbing my bowl and getting up. The way his shoulders slumped down made my heart clench.

"Wait! I’m sorry! The salad is fine! It’s good. I’m sorry… I don’t know what’s wrong with me today? Maybe this whole moving to Monaco thing isn’t the right decision? Maybe I should think about it again? I don’t know? Having my own place? That’s a lot of responsibility? I don’t know if I’m ready for that? I mean, I can’t even narrow the list down? Yeah, let’s- let’s don’t do this today? Just forget about it!" I rambled and Charles looked at me confused.

"Are you okay? You’re a little… off?" he asked carefully.

"What? Because I don’t like your salad?" I snapped and clapped my hand over my mouth "I’m sorry! I’m so, so sorry! What is wrong with me today?"

"It’s okay, come here." Charles sat down next to me and pulled me into his lap "You’re stressed. It’s a lot going on right now. You’re just a little out of it today." he kissed my temple "Hey! Don’t cry? It’s okay!" he wiped a stray tear away and made me look at him.

"I don’t even know why I’m crying? I was mean to you and now I’m crying? What is wrong with me?" I sniffled a little.

"You have a bad day. We all have them, it’s okay." he kissed my cheek "Tomorrow will be better."

I really hoped that he was right.

Charles POV:

"Why aren’t we flying with Max more often?" Lizzie asked and I chuckled.

"Because we fly with vista most of the time." I answered and she rolled her eyes.

"You mean you fly vista and I have to fly commercial because your team doesn’t want me in their jet anymore…"

"It won’t happen again, okay?" I said and she shrugged her shoulders.

"I’m asking Max in the future. When I live in Monaco I could join him."

"So you still want to move here?" I asked carefully.

"Of course? Why wouldn’t I?" she said and I sighed.

Since yesterday it was a constant up and down. One minute she wanted to move. The next she didn’t. One minute she wanted fries. The next a yoghurt. I seriously was at my wit’s end. Thankfully the car stopped and we got out. Max was waving at us and Lizzie hugged him as soon as we were at the jet.

"Thanks for taking us with you! Ferrari doesn’t want me anymore!" Lizzie said to him and walked up the stairs.

Max looked after her, cocking an eyebrow as soon as he turned to me again.

"Don’t ask. But yeah. Thank you for letting us tag along." I clapped his back.

"No worries mate!" he laughed and we got inside, where Lizzie sat next to Penelope, reading a book with her.

"Hey Charles." Kelly greeted me and I hugged her.

"Hey Kelly, how are you?"

"Good as always." she smiled and sat down in front of Penelope and Lizzie.

I smiled at the little girl, she waved back smiling and then I followed Max to the back of the jet.

"Home race? Excited?" I asked Max and he shrugged his shoulders.

"I mean it’s home. Of course. But last year it proved to be a track I’m doing well so, yeah we’ll see." he said and I nodded.

"I wish I could say that I’ll give you a run for your money… but no. I’m not sure if our car will work there." I chuckled a little.

"I’m sure you’ll still be a pain in my ass."

"I’ll try."

I watched Lizzie intently the whole flight. She played with Penelope. Read her stories about fairies and princesses. Coloured in some pictures with her. And I could swear that I even saw Lizzie wiping away a tear once.

As soon as we arrived and got out of the jet we said goodbye to Max, Kelly and Penelope and headed straight to our hotel.

"I think I’m lying down for a bit." Lizzie came out of the bathroom, already changed into sweatpants and shirt, clutching her stomach.

"Are you okay? You’re a little pale?" I put my hand on her forehead to check her temperature "And you’re a little warm?"

"My stomach is a bit in shambles and I’m tired… but I’m fine, really. Just exhausted." she kissed my cheek and plopped down on the bed, snuggling into the sheets "Wake me up if you want to go out for dinner, or order something, okay?"

"Yeah, sure. Rest a little." I closed the curtains and left the room, right as I received a call from Sylvia. Great. "Sylvia." I greeted her while shutting the balcony door behind me.

"Charles. Tomorrow there are some shoots planned. Mia will send you the exact details later on. Then there is also a dinner tomorrow in the evening, you and Carlos need to attend."

"Okay. Anything else?" I sat down on the bench.

"There is one thing we need to talk about. It’s about Monza. It’s our home race, we have to represent Ferrari perfectly! Ferrari should be the main focus of everything. We can’t have any negative press next week, you understand?"

"You mean Lizzie is supposed to stay silent this weekend? You want me to tell her to not say anything slightly negative about Ferrari?" my annoyance hit the roof.

"Yes."

"I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but last weekend she didn’t say anything… although she was asked a lot…"

"It’s good that she finally complies!"

"She doesn’t have to comply to anything…"

"Charles. This is only about what’s best for Ferrari!"

"Whatever. If that’s all?"

"Yes."

"Ciao Sylvia." I hung up, closing my eyes. After a while I was dozing off.

"Charlie?" Lizzie’s quiet voice made me flinch "I’m sorry." she walked outside, sitting down next to me.

"Hey cara mia, how do you feel?" I pushed a strand of hair out of her face and she yawned.

"Hungry."

"Hungry? What do you want?"

"Fries and a chocolate milkshake."

"Fries and a chocolate milkshake? Are you sure? Your stomach is a little sensitive?"

"I just want something greasy and salty mixed with something sweet."

"Okay. Yeah sure, I’ll order it."

"No, wait… umm just- I don’t know order whatever you want that’s fine."

"I can order you a milkshake and fries? That’s okay?"

"No… I don’t want a milkshake anymore…"

"Cara mia what is it? We can order a milkshake? It’s fine!"

"I know that we can, but I- I only like that fudge brownie chocolate one from KFC…" she mumbled and looked down

"Umm… okay. I’m sure there is a KFC around here somewhere. You go back to bed and I go and get you that milkshake and some fries." I got up, gently pulling her with me.

"Are you sure? I can change and come with you and then we eat there?"

"No it’s okay. You lay back, I get the food."

"Really?"

"Yes! Really! Now hush and relax!" I kissed her forehead and left.

While driving I thought about the last couple of days and my mind always came to one conclusion. The one that made my stomach drop. Was I out of my mind for thinking that? I called the only person I knew who could help me.

"Hi Charles."

"Hey Marta, how are you?"

"Oh you know, some days are good, some days are not so good…"

"Yeah I know, I mean, no I don’t know obviously… but I understand…"

"How’s Zandvoort?"

"It’s nice."

"Okay… any particular reason why you’re calling?"

"Actually yes… what I’m telling you know… just tell me that I’m not going crazy, okay?"

"Umm… sure?"

"The last couple of days… Lizzie was- different. She had terrible mood swings, one minute she’s all giddy and giggly, the next she’s furious and scary and then she’s super emotional and cries… she has an appetite like a bear… wanting to eat literally everything, but then really just eats like a mouse, because her stomach is in shambles how she called it. She’s pale, tired and exhausted, also a little warm oh and now I’m on my way to KFC getting her a special chocolate milkshake and fries… Lizzie hates chocolate ice cream! But a chocolate milkshake is fine all of a sudden? That all sounds like… is she…"

"…pregnant?"

"Oh god. I- I was so thinking that it was just in my head."

"I mean, it sounds really typical, mood swings, exhaustion, weird cravings…"

"What am I doing now?"

"Talk to her? And then you have to decide…"

"I don’t understand it… I mean…" I stopped abruptly.

"You used contraception?"

"Yes! I mean… not always, she’s taking birth control, so yeah…"

"Hmm. Well it can happen. It’s not impossible… but- well it could have another reason, I think, was she like this ever before?"

"No? Why?"

"Well- god this is awkward. I never thought I would have this kind of conversation with you… actually with any other guy besides from Riccardo?"

"Just help me, Marta, please I’m freaking out!"

"Some girls are like this when they’re on their period. But if she was never like this before? Then yeah…"

"Really? I thought it’s just being moody and having cramps… although yeah, Lizzie never had anything like that?"

"You said she’s taking birth control? prevent you from going through all the troubles us girls are doomed with in this horrible week we have to experience every month."

"I’m sorry."

"Why are you apologising? It’s not like it’s your fault?" she laughed.

"I don’t know. Sorry."

"So. What are you going to do now?"

"Bringing Lizzie her food. And then try to talk to her?"

"Yeah… I guess that’s the only thing you can do… if you need someone to talk later on, you can call me, okay? Anytime."

"Thanks Marta. Really!"

"No worries, Charles. Take care."

"You too, on both of you!"

"I will."

Fucking hell.

I watched Lizzie eat and sip on her milkshake, thinking about how to approach the topic. How do you ask your girlfriend if she’s pregnant?

"Thank you Charlie." she kissed my cheek while happily munching on her fries.

My palms were sweaty. I had to just ask her. That’s all I could do. Ask her. Talk to her.

"Lizzie? Can we talk?" I asked and she looked up, nodding "How do I put this? Umm- the last days… you’ve been a little…"

"Overly emotional? Squeamish?"

"Yeah?"

"I know… and I’m so sorry! I have no idea why!"

"You don’t?" I asked carefully and she cocked an eyebrow.

"No? Why would I?"

"Okay. Cara mia, you know that I love you, right? And whatever happens, we’re in this together, okay?"

"What are you even talking about?"

"Mood swings, weird cravings, stomach bug, exhaustion? Lizzie… I think you’re pregnant." I waited for her reaction. Waited for the realisation to hit her. Settling in. Her expression changing. And I expected everything… but not her throwing her head back laughing. Tears rolling down her cheeks. Wheezing.

"Pregnant?" she breathed out, clutching her stomach.

"Why are you laughing? The way you acted these past few days?" I looked at her puzzled.

"Charlie! I’m not pregnant! I’m on birth control!"

"It’s still possible!"

"Yeah maybe, but I’m definitely not pregnant!"

"What makes you so sure?"

"Hmm. I don’t know? Maybe my period that started today?" she chuckled a little, sipping on her shake.

"Okay? But why… why are you so emotional?" I felt stupid. Confused.

Lizzie looked at me for a while, then she groaned and got up, returning a moment later with a small blue package.

"Oh how I hate it when she’s right."

"Who? What do you mean?"

"Mum! She saw that it’s a different one! And she warned me that there could be side effects!"

"I have really no idea what you’re talking about?"

"I’m taking new birth control pills for a month now! Mum said it could be that while my body adjusts to the new pills I would go through some side effects!"

"Oh."

"Oh indeed."

"Will you now always be like this?" I almost whispered it.

"God, I hope not? I was never like this? I can’t do that once a month! I can’t turn into this monster? I mean? Charles, I was driving myself crazy with how I acted!" she panicked a little and I held her hand and squeezed it.

"You weren’t that bad!" I tried to reassure her.

"I was! I was a crazy bitch! I definitely have to speak with my doctor about it as soon as I’m back home!"

"Okay, yeah, do that!"

We sat in silence for the next minutes, both lost in our thoughts. And although the thought of having a baby with Lizzie was something I definitely wanted, it was a thought for the future. Something we had yet to talk about. For now, I was relieved. A pregnancy now, would’ve meant that Lizzie had to give up her dream she fought so hard for. All the sacrifices, the hours of hard work, the blood, sweat and tears. The horrible treatment of the media over the past months. It would’ve been all for nothing. And that would’ve been unfair.

"Charles?" Lizzie patted my arm and I looked at her "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Sure. I’m just… I’m relieved that we solved the mystery of your umm-…"

"Unstableness?" she laughed and I rolled my eyes.

"You weren’t that bad! I mean… you did insult my salad, which I thought tasted not too bad, so yeah maybe unstable is the right word."

"The salad was good! Really! I never experienced something like that. I hated everything in that moment, including myself. What a cliché. Girl on her period gets grumpy and whiney and has weird cravings?"

"A little, yes. And that’s all because you switched the pills?"

"Mum said it could happen. I didn’t expect it to be like this to be honest."

"But you never had it before? Does that mean that… umm did the old one- god why is this so weird?"

"Talking about birth control pills and my period? Well… if you think it’s weird for you? Imagine how I feel…" and she was right. I just realised now, how flushed her cheeks were.

"Okay. This shouldn’t be this awkward. It’s normal, right? I know what happens during your- period. It’s a natural thing. You’re my girlfriend. We’re grown ups, we can talk about it."

"I guess so."

"Did you always take birth control? I know you since we’re 8. I never saw you acting like this?"

"I had my first period with 14 almost 15. Actually a little later than anyone I knew. But because of the racing I asked Mum even before I had it the first time if I could take birth control to regulate or no, the better word would be schedule, it. She was a little hesitant but we went to a gynaecologist and I explained why I wanted it and it was okay. So yeah I always took it, for 10 years now and it’s always perfectly scheduled."

"I didn’t know that you can schedule it? So you always have it on the same days?" I was genuinely curious.

"I take the pills for 21 days. Then wait for 7 days and then take the next 21 pills. One package consists of 21 pills. And in that break in between I have my period."

"And your pill always took care of the side effects of a period?"

"Yep. And I really hope this one does as well. I mean as soon as my body adjusts to it."

"Okay. Now I’m well informed." I chuckled a little and pulled Lizzie closer, her cheeks still slightly read "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, it’s just… I don’t even really talk with Mum about these kinda things? With Shima maybe, but yeah that’s it. But now with you? I guess I didn’t expect that?"

"Me neither, but it’s okay, no?"

"Weirdly yes?" she giggled a little and I kissed her temple "Shower, bed, movie?"

"Sounds good!"

After our last meeting I waited for Seb to leave his hospitality and waved him over.

"Lizzie, how are you?" he hugged me and I smiled.

"I’m good! You? How’s Hanna and the kids?"

"Oh you know us. All good."

"Yeah!" I chuckled a little nervously.

"So what is this secret little meeting about?"

"You remember that Spanish blogger? Journalist? Whatever? Yeah? I know he’s banned… but… can that ban be lifted?"

"Why? He was banned for 10 races, not 4."

"I know. It’s just that… I shouldn’t have give him this much attention! I should’ve just stand my ground! Ignore him. Be the bigger person. Show everyone that I don’t back down no matter what they’re throwing my way!"

"I don’t know Lizzie. There is a line when it’s just not tolerable anymore and he was crossing that quite a lot, especially after that article."

"I know. Sorry. I should’ve thought about that. Never mind."

"Is everything okay, Lizzie?"

"Yeah sure. I just wanted to, you know, held my head up and show the world that I don’t care about what they’re saying. Anyone. So having Diaz back here would be a good start. I’ve seen him ranting about how he got banned because of the article and many people said it’s only because I’m an emotional and sensitive girl that the FIA decided this… would something like this come up about another male driver they wouldn’t even react…"

"But you know it’s not true, right? Sure, the inappropriate questions he was asking was one of the reasons but that article played an even bigger part."

"Okay… thank you. I mean for yeah everything."

"I will talk with someone, maybe there is a way we can reduce the ban? Under certain conditions… I will let you know!" he hugged me and then left.

Back in my driver room I opened up Instagram and clicked on the family holiday dump. s.d.esp. That comment. I knew it was him. I could literally feel it. I opened a DM.

I talked to someone to lift your ban. I tried my best. The decision is out of my hands. The article was the main reason for the ban.

I watched the three dots anxiously. It felt like hours when the dots finally disappeared. And two words appeared.

Try harder.

"You’re quiet?" JK asked and I shrugged my shoulders.

"I’m focused."

"Okay, if you say so…"

"Yup."

We were warming up for quali and my stomach was still in turmoil. It was cramping like never before. Leaning against a wall I took a deep breath, watching how Andrea and Charles played football a couple of metres away. I picked up my jump rope and began again when Paul walked out with something to drink.

"Here."

"Thanks." I grabbed the bottle and took a sip before putting it down and warming up again, when a sharp pain in my lower stomach made me flinch "Fuck." I groaned.

"Are you okay?" Paul asked, grabbing my arm and I nodded "You’re pale?"

"I’m fine. I think I ate something bad." I mumbled and he stroked my arm up and down "I’m good. Really!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yep. I just need to warm up now. Need to focus." I grabbed the jump rope, that I dropped before and began my routine. JK coming back with a ball.

"Two sets and you’re done."

"Yeah."

I watched how Paul sat down on a box, his back to Charles and Andrea, who were still playing football. It didn’t even take 10 seconds for the ball flying through the air, hitting Paul in the back, making him jump up.

"Oooops! Sorry! Can you pass me the ball, please?" Charles shouted, a big grin on his face.

Paul mumbled something and threw the ball back, sitting back down on the box, right as the ball came flying back, hitting the back of his head. I could clearly see the anger rising in his face when Charles jogged over, casually picking up the ball, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I’m really sorry, mate! I guess now we now why I’m not a football player!" he chuckled and walked back to Andrea and I saw them high five.

"I go back to our garage, before he uses me as target again." Paul seethed and left.

"That was purely intentional…" JK laughed and I sighed a little.

"Yeah… probably."

"Good. Paul needs to back the hell off. I don’t know how many signals you already sent him to leave you alone, he doesn’t seem to get it."

"Uh-huh." I felt another wave of pain.

"Okay. What is going on? You’re in pain. I’ve seen it the past days every then and now? What’s going on?" JK took the jump rope out of my hand and pushed me down on the box.

"Nothing serious…"

"Care to share?"

"No."

"Hey cara mia, are you okay?" Charles stood in front of me.

"Yeah… it’s…" I sighed and pointed at my stomach and he looked at me confused but then he understood.

"Oh okay? Still?" he sat down next to me and I leaned against him.

"It sucks. I feel hot and my suit is like it’s too tight on me. God I hate it."

"You sure you can drive?" he whispered and I nodded.

"I have to. But I need to focus. I need to set my fastest lap at my first try."

"Can you just focus on driving safe?"

"I’ll try."

"Lizzie."

"Hey, that’s more than enough. I can’t do more right now!"

"Okay. Now come on. It’s almost time." he jumped down from the box and helped me get off.

Q1 was fine. No cramps. No nothing. But right as I started setting a time in Q2 another cramp made me flinch and I under steered. Knowing that correcting my mistake would cost some time, I decided to abort the lap.

"I need another out lap and then try again."

"Copy. Tyres looking good."

"Okay."

I inwardly cursed. I definitely had to talk to my doctor back home. I never felt this uncomfortable in the cockpit. The heat was abnormal and the pressure of the g forces, never a problem before, made me feel like my body could burst at any minute. But I had to work through it. I couldn’t let this stop me. I rounded the last corner and accelerated. Focus. I could do that. No matter what happened.

"That’s currently P3. Good job."

"Who’s still on track?"

"Charles, Max, Perez, Norris, Hamilton."

"Okay. I’m coming in."

"Alright."

I made it into Q3 and was ready to set a time. Determined to not let anything stop me, a red flag crashed all my hopes.

"That’s P6, Lizzie."

"Is Lando okay?"

"Yes, he is."

"Alright. Good job, guys."

I jumped out of the car, ready to get rid off my suit, which felt so uncomfortable. I shrugged out of it, rolled it down to my waist.

"You’re sweaty…" JK looked at my soaked fireproofs and I sighed.

"I feel like I’ve been in a sauna for hours. I need a shirt or something."

"Here’s a hoodie."

"Thanks."

As soon as I changed into the hoodie Julie picked me up for the interviews.

I walked back to the pits, shaking my head in disbelief. Helmet still on. Not even 2 laps in and my race was already over. After an amazing start, overtaking George and Carlos right at the start, the latter was retaliating with a risky move, slashing my whole side pod open, forcing me to retire the car. I watched as some cars used the safety car to pit early and sighed. I felt good today. After the last 3 days full of cramps and just don’t feeling like myself in the car, today was a good day. I was confident to achieve a good result, maybe even a podium today, and that start just proved me right.

"I’m sorry, guys. Maybe I didn’t leave him enough space?" I said as I walked up to the Audi pit wall, hugging Felix.

"You couldn’t do anything to prevent it. He drove straight into you. It’s under investigation."

"Okay."

I thanked my mechanics and the rest of the team and went straight to my interviews. Just to get it over with.

"Sorry again, Lizzie. More luck next week in Monza, hopefully!" Rachel Brookes from SkyUK waved me goodbye and I forced a smile.

"I go and change, then I’ll be back in the garage." Julie only nodded and left me alone. I changed and grabbed my phone, returning to the garage, where I grabbed a headset and sat down, watching the race. Charles did well, he didn’t struggle as much as he anticipated it. He battled with George more than once, switching between P2 and P3. Unfortunately Valtteri had to retire his car in lap 55 due to an . And our garage went dead silent. No one spoke, we all just watched how a mad Valtteri returned back to the garage, thanking the whole team, plopping down next to me. I patted his back and he sighed.

"Not the best weekend for us."

"Nope absolutely not." I chuckled bitterly and watched how Charles came closer to Max, but George also closer to Charles. Another lap gone as Charles reported that his tyres were gone and he was right, he slipped around the track and I wished the race was over every couple of seconds. And when it finally was, Max had won his home Grand Prix, with George in P2 and Charles in P3.

"Hey Lizzie." Joris hugged me when I joined him, waiting for Charles "Sorry about your race."

"Don’t worry, it’s okay." I said and he put his arm around my shoulder.

"Next week in Monza you’ll be back on the podium."

"If you say so!" I laughed and he squeezed my shoulder, right as Charles parked his car and got out.

"I know so!" Joris said, determined and I nodded.

"Okay. I believe in your words!"

Charles thanked his team when he saw me, taking his helmet off and Joris pushed me right into him.

"Good job, Charlie!" I smiled and he pulled me into him.

"I’m so sorry that your race ended this early, cara mia." he whispered and I nodded "Are you okay? Did you crash out?"

"No?" I sighed, he didn’t know what happened "I had to retire because my side pod was slashed open…" he pulled away, looking at me with big eyes.

"What happened?"

"Umm… I overtook George and Carlos right at the start and- well when Carlos had the chance to overtake he drove straight into me." I could see the wheels turning in his head, his look changing from confusion to anger.

"I had no idea…" he began but I shook my head.

"It doesn’t matter, it’s done! You go celebrate your P3 now! Come on!" I cheered him on and he hugged me before he walked off.

"It sucks, sure, but it is what it is." I sighed and Charles shook his head.

"It’s unfair! He didn’t even get a penalty? He went straight into you!" Charles was pacing back and forth "I honestly don’t know why he targets you all the damn time? What did you do to him?"

"I was honest? Criticised the team for favouring him in races where they shouldn’t have? I don’t know and I don’t care…"

"Lizzie… I don’t want you guys ruining each other’s races over and over again…" he sighed and sat down next to me.

"I never did anything! Tell him!"

"I already did! But I will have a talk with him again… this is getting out of hand."

"Next weekend is Monza. He will try everything to leave me behind…"

"Yeah. Monza."

"Don’t worry. I will only say nice things about Ferrari." I rolled my eyes.

"Lizzie…" he began but I leaned into him, putting my head on his shoulder.

"It’s okay, I really try my best to not say anything… I did it last week, I did it this week, even after your teammate ended my race, next week I’ll just do the same."

"I hate asking that of you." Charles sighed and kissed my head.

"You’re not asking for it, I’m just doing it… I know how Ferrari works. I don’t want to get you into trouble."

"What did I do to deserve you?" he whispered and I laughed and sat up, looking into his eyes.

"You’re the perfect guy, that’s what you did!" I kissed his cheek.

"Oh come on!" he laughed "When I’m the perfect guy, then you’re the perfect girl!"

"Probably not but okay." Charles rolled his eyes and pulled me into him.

"I just want this day to be over and fly back home, have a nice and relaxing day with you before the Monza madness starts." he whispered against my neck.

"Me too."

"I don’t want to leave you. I want to stay here. Stupid meeting."

"It will be alright. Come on. Off you go." I laughed and he groaned but got up.

"Okay. But only if I get a kiss." he sighed dramatically and I chuckled, cupping his cheeks and pulling him closer.

"If you insist." I sighed and put my lips onto his pillowy ones. He kissed me softly and I smiled into our kiss.

"Now I have the energy to leave…" he kissed my nose and straightened his back "I’ll pick you up." I nodded and he left.

After a couple of moments I got up as well, when I saw someone approaching me cautiously. As soon as I saw who it was, I had to fight the urge to roll my eyes.

"Lizzie." her voice overly sweet.

"Sylvia, how can I help you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why would you be lurking around behind the Audi hospitality if you’re not looking for me?"

"I’m not lurking around. I was looking for Charles."

"You just missed him."

"Good."

"Good." I said and turned a little, but she didn’t move "Just say whatever you have to say."

"Next weekend is important for us. Our team. As well as our drivers."

"I’m aware."

"We can’t have negative media attention."

"Wouldn’t be too good for you."

"So you agree?

"Agree?"

"That you shouldn’t be criticising Ferrari at this special weekend?"

"Ahhh, now we get to it. You want me to stay silent."

"Yes."

"You know, if Ferrari won’t fuck up, I will stay silent. It’s as easy as that." before she could reply I walked away.

I wouldn’t say anything about Ferrari, for Charles, I knew how much Monza meant to him. But Sylvia didn’t need to know that.

Little Note:

Chapter 24 - Well, nothing special happened here. I had some anons regarding my chapter length, so I tried to keep it a little shorter than usually this time. I also was asked about how and if Lizzie’s period would affect her on a race weekend. So I tried to bring it in a little. I googled a little and also talked with friends about well their period 😅 as someone who never had any issues at all, I had to find some sources 🤷🏻‍♀️

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kelseytheballerina · 9 months

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how do you have a high maintenance routine while being married? I assume that being married means that you now have a heck ton of new responsibilities, I know that it’s not really just your life anymore, as you now have 2 lives in one. and not just focusing on yourself anymore, you have somebody else. I know I’ll get married in the near future but a part of me is afraid that i’ll lose what I have now or won’t be able to do what I want to do in the future, like pampering myself, making time for myself to do all those things you mentioned in your high maintenance routine while cooking for two, cleaning the house, running errands, doing my own work from home as well, and eventually with children as well. I want to get married but it seems overwhelming and scary that maybe I won’t be able to have this high maintenance lifestyle doing things I want to be doing because of how busy life will get as a married woman. AND being pregnant too.

No this is a very valid question. As it turns out, being married didn’t diminish my free time or ability to pamper myself at all. If anything, it’s given me more of it. I have plenty of time to myself since I don’t have to work, my husband is a doctor that works really long hours, neither of us are messy people and he doesn’t control my schedule but rather I decide it all. If I had to scrub our apartment from top to bottom every day bc he leaves stuff all over the place and makes a mess like a toddler in a daycare, I wouldn’t be with him. Nothing worse than a nasty man whose mama never taught him to put dishes in the sink and clothes in the hamper. He’s naturally quite neat and low maintenance so I’m not really spending a ton of time tending to him. All of the things I do are things I was going to do anyway. Dishes, cooking, cleaning, laundry, tidying up etc are standards for living I already set for myself whether I would be living alone or not. A few extra dishes from his serving is no problem. If he gets hair all over the bathroom floor he sweeps it up himself. Yes I have to run a few errands for him since he doesn’t always have the time (for example going to the post office is near impossible with his work schedule) but it’s not a frequent thing and I know he’d do it for me, no questions asked.

Not all marriages are the same and some partners may require more of your time and energy. Obviously my marriage is still young so I can’t speak on the long haul, but for now it’s very chill. The only “restraint” (and I use that word lightly) is more so related to timing. If he’s home at 6:30pm, then I need dinner ready by that time instead of me cooking all willy nilly at 8pm or smth. Outside of breakfast and dinner requiring me to keep a timing to match his work schedule, he has little bearing on my day to day endeavors.

He actually enjoys when I do fun things for myself and takes pride in being able to provide it. He likes when I send cute selfies from the nail salon or spa or cafes I’m at. If there’s times where I’m being more of a homebody and just staying indoors all day, he encourages me to go out and have fun, try a new place to eat, meet up with a friend, etc. Some men hate seeing women being pampered and being leisurely and some men absolutely love it and encourage it. If you’re a girl who spoils yourself even when single, get a man who appreciates that and wants to contribute to the spoiling, not snuff the flame or expects you to “sit down”. I’ve never understood that. You get a girl who always looks cute with her hair and makeup done, nice clothes, fun experiences and then expect her to stop bc she’s married now? You should’ve been with a plain Jane in the first place then!

When our baby is born, that will be more of a change than my marriage in and of itself since she’ll have a nap schedule, bath time, etc that will prevent me from always being able to get up and go on a whim or spend ample amounts of time at certain venues but that’s part of motherhood and the responsibilities and sacrifices that come with it. I’ll have to alter my schedule, pull back on the frequency I do certain things, and just wait for her to get a bit older. All moms can relate and it just comes with the territory but it doesn’t have to be a negative thing.

Basically it just comes down to making a schedule that works for you and prioritizing your self care and making the most of the hours allotted to you. Don’t lose yourself in your marriage. Your youth and fun doesn’t have to die just bc you’re wearing a ring.

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fluffyprettykitty · 2 years

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nsfw alphabet for valkyrie pls!

Pairing: Brunnhilde x reader

Word Count: 1700 words

Warnings: mention of rough sex, sex toys, oral, fingerfucking, praise kink, daddy kink, scissoring, exhibitionism, if I missed anything major let me know!

Author’s Note: tried to keep the reader a little bit gender-neutral for this one.

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Main Masterlist ・❥・Valkyrie Masterlist

NSFW UNDERNEATH THE CUT. MINORS DNI.

NSFW ALPHABET

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Brunnhilde likes taking her time cuddling you and pulling you closer, kissing your arms and collarbones. Tracing all of your skin with her lips and praising you nonstop about how good you were for her. She makes you all nice and clean and checks your body for bruises and any injuries after any particular rougher playtime.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Her favorite part about herself is her arms and her general body strength, she likes knowing she can overpower you at any moment and she loves pinning you down. Brunnhilde prefers a partner with an expert mouth, she likes someone who is obedient mostly and knows how to use their tongue to their benefit.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Brunnhilde knows her way around the universe and she has some very nice magical strap-ons that can produce that white liquid she loves using on her lover, loves someone who is cum obsessed as much as the next dom. She also likes finishing, again and again, consecutive orgasms are her preference for both herself and her lover.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Her dirty secret is that she loves being praised. She loves to know she did a good job and has blown your mind, she wants each performance to be different and better than before. She puts a lot of thought into her sex marathon sessions and she wants her partner to full that to the most extent.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Brunnhilde is very experienced. Her long life has given the perfect insight into many different sex trends and many different kinds of loves of all types of alien species. She knows everything there is to know.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Scissoring. She loves suffocating you with her thigh while riding you to oblivion, watching you struggle and pant underneath her. She is into beautiful things and she loves maintaining eye contact during the act also she likes watching that bliss in your face that other positions don’t quite allow her to.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She likes making jokes, she is a natural jokester anyway and she loves knowing her partner is relaxed during the act. The longer the session, the more jokes she cracks, never at the expense of her lover even though sometimes she is known for reciting battle stories while deep inside you.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Immacutaly well-groomed. Brunnhilde’s skin is softer and smoother than any velvet. She loves her grooming time and she wants the same for you. She would never say no to a nice long bath session and a spa night. Applying lotions to each other is one of her favorite bonding moments.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

She is very intimate during the moment because she is after all a very well-hidden hopeless romantic. She loves repeating how much she loves you, she loves praising you and breaking her act to remind you that you are the most beautiful creature in the world while destroying you. She is known to tenderly caress your face when her other moments are much rougher.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Brunnhilde has no qualms when it comes to masturbating. If she feels horny enough she won’t hesitate to go to the bathroom and rub herself silly. She also famously likes doing while piloting her ship, something about looking at the vastness of the universe while her fingers are deep inside her makes her very delirious. Her favorite way to do it is sitting with one leg on the floor, one pushed on a surface for balance, and one hand over her breast.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

She loves being called daddy, it drives her wild. And she loves to hear your voice. Loves repeating questions until you answer them. Basically, she refuses to be quiet during a sex session.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere. She truly doesn’t mind where as long as you have some relative privacy. She is not a shy girl if she feels like fingering you or having you eat her out in public she expects you to do that. She loves any space as long as she can be a little vocal about it.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Moaning. Knowing what effect she has on you. Even if you let out a sigh for another reason it would turn Brunnhilde on, she loves her sounds and especially any vowels that come out of your pretty mouth. Also watching you getting more and more desperate for it.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

She would never do anything that made you uncomfortable. She is really good at picking up social cues and the minute she felt like anything could upset you she would stop and ask you if you are alright.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She loves pleasing you, especially in the early mornings or if she feels particularly hungry for you at any moment. She has long been an expert at it and most importantly she loves taking her time doing it and doesn’t stop until you are shaking and trembling. She loves receiving it as well but for her is only part of the foreplay and never the full meal.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Her pace is vigorous. She loves going fast and rough at it. She wants it that way, she loves watching her partner come undone but there are moments she loves staying slow and sensual, dragging orgasm after orgasm out of you. But her to-go thing is the rough one so she always makes sure to train you to her pleasure and benefit.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Only between boring bureaucratic meetings, is sometimes the only reason she will agree to go on one as long as during the break she gets to have a taste. Sometimes, if you are wearing something new she would have to taste it out immediately, and usually she doesn’t leave a place without having first fucked you at least once inside it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Brunnhilde is hella risky. She loves experiments, she loves new toys, new positions, new places, and even new lovers. She would never hesitate to say yes to an orgy and she would always try to match her partner to her taste. Once she spots something new she will have it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Her mythical nature gives Brunnhilde the benefit of going round after round. She loves her longer session, anything less than an hour is a waste of time for her. For her to feel properly satisfied she needs two hours maximum and maybe a nap or a bath between sessions.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Brunnhilde owns a lot of toys. From golden ones to ones filled with precious rare gems, she has all the range. She loves working them on a partner but what she loves the most is watching her lover on her bed naked and trying their toys while she instructs them on what to do. Usually with her legs open wide and slowly eating her grapes.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Brunnhilde likes teasing but she doesn’t particularly like to be teased. She is going to fuck you, there’s no way she won’t at least twice in the day. But she does like getting you riled up just to hear you whine for her. She likes knowing you are always horny and ready and aching for her.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Oh, she can get very loud. And she expects the same from you, and if you are not being loud she will make sure you are. Brunnhilde is truly relentless about it. She makes a mix of groans and moans, with her nostrils flaring and deep growls coming from her. She loves hearing the slapping sound of skin on skin and she loves hearing your wetness as she is pushing her fingers inside you. She doesn’t like anything being quiet, especially not her own self.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Mirrors. She loves her instructions and she loves having you in her lap fingering you and pleasuring you while you can see exactly what she can do to you. Also, she is a little bit into exhibitionism, she loves knowing she can have you anywhere and that anyone and everyone could potentially hear you or see you both coming undone.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Her body is shaped like a goddess. She is coming straight from a legendary tale anyway and her body can’t help but reflect that. Strong muscles and even stronger thighs wrapping around the most statuesque body you could ever gaze upon.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Brunnhilde’s sex drive is very high. She loves getting it and chasing it and loves pleasuring you mostly all the time, day and night. The best time for her is simply always, anytime, and anywhere.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Brunnhilde is never the first to fall asleep. She loves watching your face, watching you relax until you fall into a deep slumber, your muscles relaxing and cuddling closer to her. She spends her time caressing your face and dreaming of her future and past in between quieter moments. Waking up and sleeping with you in her arms is her favorite thing in the world.

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