#bitch I will kill myself in front of you

[hyumjim]

This woman was talking really loudly directly behind me about how she loves dogs and hates cats and I was like Woah there thems fighting words brother! and she’s like Well I just don’t think cats feel love. And she just expects me to not be disgusted by her every second of every day

#good way to eliminate potential friends right off the bat I suppose #I said well every day my cat sits on my chest and stares into my eyes and purrs and she’s like #WHEN I WAS A KID MY GRANDMA SAID CATS SIT ON YOU TO STEAL YOUR SOUL AND I JUST CANT GET OVER IT IM SORRY!!1 #and I was like well you know actually kneading is a behavior from kittenhood and they do it when they’re little to get mothers milk so #it means they think of you as Mommy it’s very sweet #and she’s like OKAY :/ THATS GREAT FOR YOU I GUESS #bitch I will kill myself in front of you #same woman I was bitching abt being unfunny in other post lmaooo

[sergle]

has the huggable twee irritation always been a Thing or did it evolve in response to like, "you're not ugly. i'd fuck you" type comments? like in your personal experience

god, I'm not well spoken enough to describe it exactly the way it Registers In My Brain... but like. It's not the "you're not ugly, I'd fuck you" genre, and that type of comment is so easy to immediately dismiss because it always comes from a certain type of man, and it's like yeah yeah, I could throw a sandwich and you'd fuck it before it hit the floor. But also, that one's so specific, it's a bottom-of-the-barrel "compliment" that dudes will give when a woman has actively said something about feeling like she's unattractive.

The HUGGABLE THING. The oooh squishy marshmallow somft huggable mom shaped 🥺🥰 She looks like she gives GREAT HUGS. Those comments are UNPROMPTED. I'm immediately like. Every keyword you say, I kill another hostage. I will blow up this whole building and everyone in it. Because it is SO FUCKING WEIRD. And I have heard it one million times. And I see it on every drawing of a character who's even remotely plus sized. These comments would not fly for a thinner person, they'd be rightfully received as weird. People aren't gonna comment on a picture of Ariana Grande going omg she's sooo huggable mom friend shaped. WHAT. Simultaneously are desexualized and sanitized to a weird degree in that uwu language way, WHILE also being creepy. Like, why are you describing what you think I'd feel like if you hugged me? Like the only positive thing you can think of to say is that I look like I have some give. As strangers. I'm not going to hug you, I think you're a creep and I think you're giving yourself a big pat on the back for complimenting a fat person. What are we doing I'm arguing at the air. Where am I And you're just supposed to go oh thank you that's so nice, because as a fat person, you gotta take whatever compliment you get, even if it is actually not a compliment. And that's the thing, there are SO MANY ACTUAL COMPLIMENTS TO PICK FROM. But people settle on huggable and somft. Was this person pretty? Were they hot? You could say gorgeous? Handsome, beautiful? Elegant? Stunning? Sharp? Sexy? Stylish? Are you trying to say that you're attracted to this person's body? Are we being horny? Do you think they just look nice in general? Can't we think of anything else to say? Or are we just gonna sit here and say they fuckin look like Santa Claus. Huggable like a pillow. Girl what the fuck

#every time I see or hear it my eyes roll so far back in my head that I can look at my thoughts #I accepted about a thousand of these compliments as haha thank you before I gave up on pretending I think it's a compliment at all #people say this shit ALL THE TIME and I KNOWWWWWWWWWW I'm not the only bitch who hates it. #I hear this from others too. I'm not completely insane right here #or maybe I am. FUCK AUGH #can someone explain it BETTER AND LESS LENGTHY #sergle answers #People don't say any of the outdated plus sized compliments anymore either. you only hear them from old men #Like I would rather be called full figured or curvaceous or a whole lotta woman before I get called MOM FRIEND SHAPED??????????????? #what's that post.I'm going to kill myself in front of you and forever change the trajectory of your life #It would be different to be described as soft by like a partner. combined with compliment-compliments. like yeah you OBVIOUSLY know #what I feel like

[atopvisenyashill]

i have a hot take with zero proof and it’s that people who think bloodraven is a hero are not disabled bc if they were they’d understand that the way he lies to & lures bran north with the promise of a miracle cure just to pull the rug out from under him is an evil, cruel thing to do to a disabled child and nothing justifies it, no not even saving the world

#bran stark #me as bran’s lawyer: as you can see the defendant is clearly in breech of contract and also a dick #getting on my soap box #also i’m not saying it’s ableist to like br. i’m saying that u miss how evil that is bc u don’t know what being disabled is like! #if someone did that to me when my body started failing i would have killed myself and i’m so serious #bran is so strong for not just giving up and making hodor throw him off a cliff. #bc that’s what i would have done. given the chance to have my life back only to be fooled? nah u musty bitch #i’m about to change the trajectories of both our lives forever by killing myself in front of you actually. #disability in asoiaf

[todayisafridaynight]

no cuz fr the most unexplainable thing would be how they didn’t reunite sooner like,,, Mine could have been staying away because he wansnt good enough for daigo (in his mind) but still i don’t think he’d stay THAT far away 💀 at most bro is down the street at any given time 😭

reviews are in for Mine Isn't Dead Actually But He Is Emo So

#snap chats #crying at the thoght of mine and daigo reuniting at the grocery #like yk when you go with your mom and she bumps into an old friend and now youre stuck in a five minute cutscene #yeah that. but your Old Friend was your one true love who you thought killed himself #and now you find out he's just working at the bar around the bend 💀💀💀 #stop whyd i remind myself of that tiktok where dudes in a coat rack and is like 'dad is this where youve been all this time' #same shit mine's booking it. hes too embarrassed too ashamed #itd be so funny if every 'dead' character did just get kidnapped by the daidoji #thats the funniest shit to come out of gaiden The Daidoji just being an excuse to bring dead bitches back #not that im complaining its 1000% hilarious as hell vjaLKAEKLJ #gonna see kiryu at the daidoji HQ and act like they dont know each ther #a-fucking-pparently since kiryu doesnt even have a memory of mine in y8 💀💀💀 #genuinely hilarious how thats so ... like no i dont think ill remember the man who tried to usurp my son who he was in love with #and he destroyed my orphanage before killnig himself right in front of me. and my son. not worth remembering at all #at least the vocational school quizzes remember mine 💀💀

[moe-broey]

Not exactly canon but. It would be funny.

Very messy warm-up from yesterday, playing w some concepts! Usually Mani's presence is a lot less intrusive... usually. It is more subtle than this lmfao, either way!

(both use it/its!)

#moe tag #mani tag #sometimes i mention mani and i'm like. wait. you guys barely have any concept of that guy. whoops! #i am just. extremely protective of it. not in a nicies way more like if it breaches containment i'm blowing this whole building up #like i made a whole ass ref sheet the other day mostly for myself and like. i'm still uncertain if i should post it. #mani is a fake ass bitch who's a huge jackass shithead who just fucking sucks. it has a very specific front it wants you to fall for. #and if you fall for it at face value i'm killing us both. #my art #my comics

[chaoskreeves]

Anyone who she/her's me on campus is gonna get the shit beat out of them 🤠🤠🤠

#one guy who has a fat crush on me but I don't have a crush on him KNOWINGLY CALLED ME SHE IN FRONT OF MY BEST FRIEND #HE FUCKING KNOWS HE'S ASKED ME ABOUT IT #you don't deserve my fucking kindness #what a dick #I've been nice to him but I'm going to have to tell him I want nothing to do with him over break #but the fact that he only sees me as female??? fucking disgusting #he wants to get into my pants so bad and I don't want him at all #he told me he was attracted to women and nb people but it's clear he only sees nb people as women #and he only sees genitals to which... I'm going to kill myself #I can't believe I answered so many personal questions I'm going to shoot myself in the foot #no wonder he gets no bitches god #lee rants

[deneveve-is-lost]

I'm the worst because if I find out complete strangers who I follow on social media think something I like is annoying I start thinking I should probably just kill myself and save myself the embarrassment, it's not ideal

#like this is kind of a joke but also not really i hate myself haha #i just think im like disgusting and deserve endless shame and hatred or whatever for being a bit cringe #i hate that its even cringe like why is cringe it makes me happy why can i not just enjoy things without this being an embarrassing trait #still thinking abojt when i went to the queer youth group age 16 and was drawing the crystal gems and some dude comes up to me like #oh you like Steven Universe. 😐 okay. #like yes i like steven universe bitch im a fucking 16 year old autist with a tumblr account and no self esteem what do you want!! #this isnt fucking social media i am literally standing in front of you!!! i am a person!!!! see me as a person!!! please see me as a person! #like thats why i leaned so hardcore into fucking truscum shit and became so fucking grating and insufferable #because i was so cringe and such a fucking trender and i hated it #it made me want to kill myself over and over again i had to prove i was a real man who could take a joke #and wasnt into that cringe tumblr sjw shit i was tough and cool #i also had agoraphobia and couldnt look in the mirror without wanting to do violence to myself #and lay in bed taking codeine only getting up to piss and shit for weeks at a time #but yeah no i was tough and cool and not cringe #not cringe not cringe #i still cant bear it i still hate myself then #i hate myself so much it makes me want to beat the cringe out of me i hate it #i just want to feel okay #i just want to feel like im allowed to be here #and that people ultimately dont care that much if there are some things we dont have in common #but i cant even treat other people that way so #its the fucking shit for me

[gender-euphowrya]

i never understood why people would subject themselves to difficult games on purpose but there's something about getting your ass kicked and then finding a way to Not get your ass kicked and get THEIR ass kicked instead that's really satisfying ackshually

#here's what happened right #elden ring. raya lucaria academy. moongrum the carian knight. #so what this bitch does is stand in front of the lift that takes you to the Big Boss of the academy #and he is notoriously a very difficult boss fight #so i try to face him. get Obliterated. walk back to him get my runes back. try to go to the little balcony nearby GET OBLITERATED #my runes. 15 000 of them. are now on this shitty balcony past moongrum where there are like 5 enemies also. #and i'm like I NEED THOSE BACK SO BADLY but if i die they're GONE #im so SCARED of walking anywhere near this fucking guy. And Then i remember #mimic's veil LMAO i turn myself into a cage. very slowly sneak past the moongrum area onto the balcony. prop hunt style #I GET MY RUNES BACK #Kill the balcony bitches and decide It Is Time To End This #engage with moongrum. dodge. rush to the lift. activate the lift and let him be on it as it goes up. #he tries to jump off to come kick my ass. FALLS IN THE HOLE WHERE THE LIFT USED TO BE. DIES. #and maybe that's cheating but i do Not care. it WORKED. #so back with All my runes AND this guy dead And his loot. yeehaw #i'm now going to fight rennala and get my ass kicked again

[gatun-gatunesco]

...

#and so i came back here. because in here i can find joy and sorrow. laugh a little and cry a lot because someone made a post i resonate with #it makes me feels understood. a private and intimate place that is also shared at the same time. and strangely; like a home #but i came back without knowing who i am. I see someone else in the mirror. Is that a monster? a sinner? a human? a normal man? #after all that effort leaving depression and self hate from my adolescence behind. from being proud of myself for being different to all me #was all a lie? how could i do such awful and terrible thing to the person i swore to protect? the person i love the most #i said i would never do that kind of unforgivable act. And here i am. Alive after the event. I want to drop dead. To dissapear from here. #But at the same time i want to fix what i did. in order to do that i need to heal. to change. be happy. to live. and i hate it #how can i do all of that with the weight of guilt crushing me and telling me i killed myself that day? i am just a shell of who i was #how to change what i thought was the best version of me? i was supposed to be different no harmful and kind man!!! #i already asked for help. and they told me it was not all my fault. But i still think it is. There is no way it can be 50/50 #physical actions are only responsibility of the ones who made it. circumstances are not a reason to diminish them guilt #a confused person is not deserving of any part of the guilt. they do not have control over themselves. but the other ones sure have it #yes. they might have started and added little physical actions. but i refused and it never came to completion. which is the opposite of min #physical trauma can spawn emotional and mental trauma as well. is way more bad and deep that the emotional one i might have #i want to kill that trash in front of the mirror. why are you still living bitch? just to be a parasite and hurt people on the go? #to make irreversible mistakes that affects every person around you? your decisions never end well. why do not you just give up already? #and yet here i am. trying to not isolate myself thanks to the safe place i found here. I can write what is on my mind. gives me some relief #because the only person i talked everyday is the same one i hurted as i never thought i would in my life #Hope i can found redemption one day. I hope they can heal and be happy soon and forever. #I am going to always be worry about them (i am sure of that) but i wish nothing but the best for them. I want nothing to hurt them again. #They never deserved the trauma and guilt. They suffered more than enough way before i step in and fucked up everything. #Life. if you can hear me. Please give them recovery. happyness. health and lots of love. They deserve it. Please #They did nothing wrong! Take them pain away and put it in me. I will stay alive just for that if is neccesary #I wanted to kill myself way long ago. but i still here. I might want to kill myself again. but i still will be here. #Just leave them be happy. That is what i really want

[livvyofthelake]

came back from the library sitting in my car and i can see through the window my stupid roommate’s stupid boyfriend sitting in the kitchen. that man needs to be killed. literally get out of my houseeee!!!

#if they were just in the living room i’d be complaining less but the kitchen. get out. seriously get out. #fuck i have to live with this bitch until the end of this year what if i killed myself in front of them both #beth.txt #like i always feel like i have no right to complain about what my roommates do to their faces because i’m the one that’s never there #like i won’t be here this time tomorrow and they won’t see me again until monday night #so it’s like. yeah it’s more your place than mine i’m not gonna tell you you’re not allowed to do something #but like still when i AM here i cannot fucking stand them sitting in the kitchen all the time. like i know there’s a table in there but. #like if you’re not actively eating why do you need to be sat at a table all the time. to do homework? you have a desk in your room. #and furthermore why’s your boyfriend here to do homework. and furthermore the semester just started who has homework that pressing rn #like just go to the couch. go to your fucking room where your miserable fucking cat is #she keeps her cat in her room and she’s never in her room it’s ridiculous #she can’t let her cat out because she doesn’t get along with the other roommates cats #and it’s like. oh my god like why would you make your cat be in your room all the time and then never ever be in there with her #no wonder the thing is fucking miserable and doesn’t get along with anything #anyway. posts from my car. would it be insane of me to stay in here until i see the bf leave the kitchen. #that’s insane right. i should just go inside right. i don’t want to. ughhhhh #roommates who are in the kitchen should kill themselves i think. just one guy’s opinion.

[fembutchboygirl]

Apollo for the character bingo?

This has to be SO OLD but it's never too late for my favorite red scrunkly man guy

I almost marked the squeak but i see him as more of a bouncy ball. He is the character ever fr if only CAPCOM and the FANDOM could write him properly

#i want to put him in my front poclet and carry him around #only about 30% of the fandom gets him ok he's KIND OF a BITCH but he LOVES his BOYFRIEND and his FAMILY and FRIENDS #hes VERY SMART hes just a little DUMB like SOCIALLY #he has TROUBLE HANDLING HIS FEELINGS but he sure has a LOTS OF THEM #his hair looks very stupid yes but if anyone makes fun of his suit i will kill everyone in this room and then myself LOOKING AT YOU RED #blue asks #i dont know what the fuck happened in aa5 and 6 and i dont want to know either <3 #also he should be allowed to bite one witness per game

[tempestrune]

working at a toys r us over christmas

#4th christmas there and its been the hardest this year tbh #customers are fucking rude as hell mean as fuck bitches #argue with me one more time i dare you #if i had nine lives i’d use eight to kill myself in front of a customer i need to be more than mean i need to traumatize them so permanently

[13oddbeetles]

I bet my boss would be able to find someone to cover my shift if i fucking killed myself lmao

#“oh sorry yeah i do have you scheduled for more than your contracted hours” #“we're short staffed next week” #bitch I'll kill myself in front of the next customer thats mean to me #tw suicide

[doctorwormcore]

ah...turns out the heinous woman dad worked for has a history of doing this. dad uncovered a heap of lax safety guidelines and incorrect data...and it was supposed to be her job. As he's in a probationary period, this spineless cunt fired him. i hope you rot in he you weak gutted dog of a person. I hope you never know true happiness again. I hope your spineless rat behaviour bites you in the ass and you suffer. I truly hope from the bottom of my heart that you continue your mediocre white bread life and have your dreams shattered to know not only do you possess pathetic, weak character, but that you're nothing. You never will be anything. You're second rate at your job. You're pathetically bland and boring. You're really nothing. You don't stand out. You look like every other downtrodden middle age woman that lives on the coast. You honest to christ look like you shill MLMs and believe in crystals.

And most of all. I hope one day you understand not only how insignificant you are, how cowardly you are, but I hope that realisation crushes you.

you aren't a good worker, you're a pathetic hack that covered her own tracks so no one would notice how ridiculously pitiful you are at your job.

I wish you nothing but suffering. Love you 😘

#kass.txt #vent posts #the lack of decorum and respect astounds me??? like you heinous cunt??? you soulless bitch. #were i a joking man about something so serious id joke about killing myself in front of you changing your life forever #but you seriously are worth less than the dirt beneath my feet #for dirt has purpose. you do not #you waste of space. of breath. and of atoms.

[dilemmaontwolegs]

The Nickname Runs in the Family || CL16

Summary: When you end up crying on your father’s shoulder over a boy, Kimi enlists the help of Charles to teach him a lesson. Charles Leclerc x Raikkonen!Reader Warnings: nsfw, fighting, mentions of sex, WC: 2.9k

To the outside world Kimi was known as ‘The Iceman’, garnered for his cold personality in the media and how he never let anything bother him, at home however he was just called isä or dad. You really could have done with more of The Iceman persona because when it came to his family your father was anything but cool and collected.

“Tell me what happened,” Kimi demanded, your tears only streaming faster down your cheeks.

“Nothing happened, dad.”

“Something happened, tytär, don’t lie to me.”

It was stupid to go there after what happened. You should have just returned to your student accommodation at the college but you needed the comfort of home and someone you trusted. Now all of Monaco was going to hear just how hotheaded The Iceman got while your step-mother tried to put your baby half-sister back to sleep.

“Nothing happened!” you sobbed, burying your face in your hands as embarrassment flamed across your cheeks. “I said no, okay. I said no and he called me a frigid bitch before dumping me and leaving me at the party.”

You expected to hear something break, or at least his heavy stomps storming towards the front door. You didn’t expect your dad to throw his head back and laugh, a deep belly laugh that echoed around the quiet living room. 

“Ah, that’s my girl,” he laughed as he bundled you into a hug. “I like that, Frigid Bitch. It’s good.”

You snorted a laugh despite the hurt and wiped your tears on his shoulder. “I thought you would be angry.”

“Oh, I am,” he admitted somberly. He placed a kiss on your head before standing up and pulling his phone out of his pocket. You didn’t see who he was calling so late at night but groaned when it was answered. “Hello, Charles. You know everyone in Monaco, where does Devereux Laurent live?”

“Isä! No!”

Your father ignored you as he grabbed his car keys and his jacket, his phone shoved between his shoulder and his ear. “I’m not going to kill the little bastard, fuck, Charles, I just want to have a chat.”

The door slammed shut behind him and you collapsed back onto the sofa with a groan about keeping your mouth shut next time. You were still ruminating over your life choices when the doorbell rang an hour later. 

“Charles?” You frowned at the man panting in your doorway like he sprinted across the city before your eyes widened at the split lip he sported. “What are you doing here? What happened?”

“Kimi.”

“Fuck.” 

“Yeah.”

You grabbed your purse that had been discarded on the kitchen table when you arrived. “Where is he?” 

“The police station.”

“Shit, he didn’t do that to you, did he?”

Charles reeled back, clearly offended. “No, you’re asshole boyfriend hit me.”

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” you clarified as you dragged him inside and grabbed a tea towel to wrap a bag of peas from the freezer. Charles flinched as you gently pressed the ice pack to his lips and you sighed. “I’m sorry my dad got you involved in this.”

“It’s okay,” he murmured, taking the pack from your hand to place it on his swollen knuckles that you hadn’t noticed. “I got myself involved when I heard what Dev did. Are you okay?”

“I didn’t get punched in the face,” you said as you playfully rolled your eyes, however you soon sobered. “It's nothing a few drinks and a bad romcom can’t fix, after I’ve bailed dad out first. It’s not like we were together long enough to get heartbroken. Do you want me to drop you off on the way?”

“I’ll drive.” He snatched a set of keys from the hook by the door, but you caught his wrist and took them back.

“That’s Minttu’s minivan.” You hung the keys back on the hook and grabbed a set for your dad’s Rolls Royce Wraith instead. The empty hook beside it was where the keys to his Ferrari Pista usually hung. “She wouldn’t be happy if you crashed her car again.”

“I didn’t crash her car,” he argued as he pocketed the keys and opened the door. “You were driving!”

“I had a shit instructor. You were too busy checking yourself out in the mirror to teach me.”

His finger jabbed the call button for the elevator as he scoffed. “You only know that because you were too busy checking me out to watch the road.”

The elevator arrived but you held a hand out to block him as you stepped into the small space. “Sorry, your inflated ego is too big to fit in here.” 

“That wasn’t a denial.”

You ignored him and jutted your head to the fireproof door. “Try the stairs.”

“But we’re on the top floor.”

You smirked as the doors started to close but he darted inside before they sealed shut.

“You’re still not denying it.”

“So you really went swinging for my honour?” you deflected as he hit the button for the garage level, exposing his swollen fist again.

“You sound surprised.” He leaned back against the wall and looked at his hand, massaging the tender bruises. “When I saw he was still at the party…”

You frowned, first at the fact that Dev went back after leaving you there, asshole, then at the fact Charles knew where he was. Charles was definitely not at the party, if he was then you would have heard the women going feral for him. “How did you know he was there? You don’t follow him on Instagram.”

“Not on my main account,” he said with a shrug. Anyone that Charles followed on social media made sure to announce the news like it was an instant ticket to ViP treatment, and Dev would have been no different. It was also the exact reason you went by Y/L/N, your mother’s surname, instead of Raikkonen. You didn’t want to be used by people for the name you carried. 

“You hate him, why would you follow him?”

“It doesn’t matter why.”

“It does to me.” 

Unfortunately the doors opened and he pushed off from the wall to stride past without an answer. A flash of lights responded to the click of the button on the keys and Charles slowed his steps for you as he led the way to the sedan parked in a secluded corner, the space beside it empty of your fathers red Pista. Charles stopped at your door and opened it for you, his eyes scanning the open space that was empty and quiet save for the whine of the elevator leaving the level. 

“For you,” he admitted as you slipped into the leather seat. “I followed him to keep an eye on you.”

The door closed and you watched him walk around the car, dropping into the driver’s seat before pushing it back to suit his longer legs. He then silently adjusted the mirrors and turned down the heavy rock music that blasted when the engine started. You didn’t know what to say, all you had were more questions that could only lead to more confusion.

“You deserve better,” Charles said, breaking the awkward silence as he pulled out into the street. 

“He was just drunk.” 

“That’s not an excuse. You deserve someone who will wait until you are ready to have sex, not try it on drunk and at a party.” His words were seething by the time he finished and his knuckles turned white from the tight grasp he had on the steering wheel.

“Uh, Charles, I was joking about my honour…I’m not a virgin.”

“Wait, what?” The car slammed to a halt and he earned a toot from the Lamborghini behind before it drove around when Charles didn’t move. “Since when?” he asked as he turned in his seat to face you.

“I didn’t realise it was such a big deal. Was I meant to stand at the corner and hold a sign that said ‘deflowered’ in Times New Roman or Comic Sans?”

He didn’t even blink at your icy tone and heavy sarcasm. “But Dev said he dumped you because you didn’t want to have sex. He didn’t force himself on you, did he?”

“Oh my god, no! I can’t believe we are having this conversation, Charles.” You figured it couldn't get any more awkward as you looked out the window into the sleeping city. “Sex wasn’t the problem, he was upset because I didn’t want to have sex with him.”

“Oh…oh.” He cleared his throat and put the car back into drive before continuing his way to the police station. “So, uh, is there anyone you do want to, um, have sex with at the moment?” 

“Why? Are you offering?” It was meant to sound teasing but there was too much curiosity in it.

His face flushed pink and his lips parted two twice before his voice worked. “I don’t do casual.”

It wasn’t a no, and that somehow made things both better and worse as a new possibility began to worm its way into your mind. You didn’t like the hope that fluttered in your stomach. Charles was a friend. Charles was someone your father trusted after Seb vouched for him. Charles was off limits. 

By the time you had filtered through the thoughts he had induced, Charles was pulling into the police station and you hoped your dad was fairing well behind bars. It turned out you had no reason to worry as you walked inside and heard his voice from behind the glass wall. 

Kimi was being well taken care of by the officers. He had a coffee in one hand, a pastry in the other and was answering questions that had nothing to do with Dev. You cringed as he recounted why he missed meeting Pelé years ago, but Charles chuckled along with the policemen as you knocked on the door.

The Monégasques fawned over their hometown hero while you watched Kimi pull himself to his feet, cracking his back that had stiffen while he was sat down. 

“I thought you would be in maximum security by now,” you said as he pulled you into a hug. “What did you do?”

He patted your cheek and smiled mischievously. “I like Charles even more now.”

He gave you nothing else but that was expected. Whatever happened was obviously not on the record and you wanted to keep it that way, especially since he didn’t have a single scratch on him - like he hadn’t been in a fight at all. You were quietly contemplating that knowledge when you climbed into the backseat of the Wraith and your father readjusted everything on the driver's side back to how he had it.

“You took the fall for Charles, didn’t you?”

They both swivelled back to look at you. Charles’ eyes widened, while your father’s narrowed. 

“Fucking hell, I’m not going to tell anyone,” you growled as you threw your arms up in exasperation. “I just want to know what actually happened tonight.”

Charles waited to see if your dad wasn’t going to explain as the car pulled out of the station car park. After a moment of hesitation he took a breath and started to rattle off the truth.

“I called Kimi when I realised Dev was still at the party. It was only a block away so I thought I would meet him there to point him out.”

“I was just about at the address he gave me when he called. I got there as fast as I could but Charles was already inside,” Kimi said with a proud chortle. “Got a few good hits on the little bastard too.”

“Iså,” you warned as he enjoyed the violence just a bit too much and Charles looked sheepishly down at his hands. “Why did you fight?”

“You know why. I couldn’t stand by and let him talk about you that way.”

“Good man,” Kimi said with a stern nod. 

“And you, what did you do, dad?”

“What I had to do,” he said with a shrug. “I’m retired, Charles has a career.”

You stretched the seatbelt and leaned forward to hug your dad and kiss his cheek before doing the same to Charles. “Thank you.” Your eyes lingered on Charles as his eyes said everything he couldn’t with your father in the car. 

“He’s not pressing charges but there may be some questions if anyone caught the fight on camera. You might want to give your PR team a heads up.”

It took a moment to realise where you were and why the car had stopped outside the venue where the party was still in full swing. Drunken revellers could be heard behind the velvet curtain hanging over the door and your father handed his keys over to Charles with a shake. “Make sure she gets home safe. I’ll pick it up in the morning, no scratches.”

“Yes, sir,” Charles promised with a nod before getting out.

“You’re trusting him with your Pista?”

“I trust him with you, the car I can replace.”

You surprised him with another hug as your door opened, your voice thick with emotion as you said, “thank you.”

“Do you want to come home?” he asked quietly. “I can make up the sofa bed.”

“No, it’s fine. I don’t think I’ll want to get out of my bed tomorrow.”

“Fair enough. Love you.”

“Love you too.” You stepped out and Charles closed the door, placing his hand on the small of your back and guiding you to your father’s favourite car. “He doesn’t even let me drive this, you know.”

“Maybe that’s because you don’t support Ferrari,” Charles teased as you buckled yourself in.

“I support it now.”

“What changed your mind?”

You dared to look at him and met his green eyes. “You.”

—

“Awww, she called her little puppy,” Dev taunted as he spotted Charles walking towards him.

Charles chuckled, but it held no humour and his smile was dark. You had never seen that look in his eye and your thighs clenched in response. “At least she will still call me. You just lost the best thing you never deserved.”

“Well you can have the frigid bitch, good luck getting her to put out though. Fucking cocktease.” The snort Dev made was cut off by the fist that crashed into his nose and then the both of them were going to the floor, grappling and twisting until Kimi darted into the fray and grabbed Charles.

“Go, she’s at home,” Kimi ordered as he pushed Charles back the way he came. “I’ve got it from here, kid.”

The video looped back to the start and you watched it twice more before determining you were fucked. It hit you like a train, the pressure slamming into your chest as you realised you were in love with Charles. No one had ever stood up for you like that, or taken a punch for you or risked their career. But he had.

You stayed cocooned in your blankets for most of the morning, watching the video footage from the night before and it became your new favourite binge worthy entertainment. It would probably be classed as insanity if anyone knew you had become addicted to it, but it was only the fact someone knocked at your door that you placed your phone down.

“Charles? I’m getting a little déjà-vu here,” you commented as you opened the door and found him sweating.

“Will you go on a date with me?” he blurted out. “Please.”

Your brows shot up at the outburst and you checked the student halls were empty before pulling him into your room. “Uh, you do realise who my father is, right?”

“I do, thank you for your concern,” he chuckled. “I was actually just with him. I wanted his permission to ask you on a date.”

“Well that explains why it looks like you’ve been running for your life.” You looked at your door expecting to see it kicked in. “Was he chasing you?”

“What? No, I wasn’t running. Fuck,” he groaned as he ran his hands over his jeans to dry his clammy palms. “I was just nervous about asking you out. You still haven’t answered my question.”

“I will.”

“Answer the question or go out with me?”

“I will go out with you,” you clarified with a laugh.

Relieved, he took a seat at the edge of your bed and sighed happily. “I have been waiting years to ask.”

“Seriously?”

He nodded before flopping himself down comfortably and you dropped down beside him. “Your dad scared me,” he admitted as he took your hand in his.

“But not anymore.”

Charles smiled and it was one so similar to the video that was still playing on loop. He seemed to recognise the muffled sound coming from the blanket at the same time you remembered it was there and fished it out. “You’ve seen it.”

“Once or twice,” you lied. “I see why you’re not afraid anymore. That’s one hell of a right hook.”

“Oh no I am definitely still afraid of Kimi,” he corrected as he rolled on his side to face you. “But I am done watching you date assholes when I know exactly how you deserve to be treated. I want to give you the world, if you’ll let me.”

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[luvacookie]

୨୧ thru ur phone.

connie leaves his phone unattended.

❥ warnings : cheating, threats, intended useage of lowercase, fem blk coded reader

❥ cookie for ur thoughts ? : sorry guys was in an angsty mood so i wrote an angsty drabble </3 but i am considering writing a follow up to this !

“the fuck is this connie ?”

he stares at his game, the lighting from the screen highlighting the contortion of his face.

“what’cha on about..” he says dazed, groaning as he gets killed again.

you throw his phone on top of his desk harshly, the device landing face up. he jumps at the unexpected, loud noise, his eyes finally cutting away from the screen and to you with a squint.

“what the fuck ? i’m in the middle of s’mthin’ ‘nd you throwin’ shit in my face,” he says with a huff, unaware of what almost hit him.

“ion give a fuck about your dumb fucking game ! who the fuck is that and why is she texting you about how she misses you in her fucking bed constance,” you shout at him, your hands fidgeting in annoyance.

his face drops at that statement, suddenly sitting up straight and realising that it was his phone that you were holding.

he snatches it up quickly, scrolling through all the notifications.

“the fuck you going through my shit for y/n—” he says annoyed, looking up at you with a scowl.

“don’t play that card with me right now, i’m so close to beating the living shit outta your ass !” you yell, the fidgeting turning into mild pacing.

he watches you move up and down with narrowed eyes, the words on his tongue struggling to find an exit. “it’s nobody, stop stressin’ over it.”

“ ‘nobody’ my fucking ass constance ! you think ‘cus you named the bitch ‘work’ in yo’ phone means i’m fuckin’ dumb ?” you snap at him, standing in one place.

he stands up out of his gaming chair, attempting to cross the room to you.

“don’t fuckin’ come near me connie. i swear to god, i will put hands on your scumbag ass—” you spew, taking steps backwards.

“y/n talk to me, we can talk about this,” he tries, his hands reaching for you.

you scoff. “fuck tha’ and fuck you. get your shit and fuckin’ go.”

he looks taken aback, not expecting those words out of your mouth. “huh ?”

“i’m not fucking repeating myself, find somewhere else to be ‘cus i do not want to see your fucking face right now,” you say firmly, watching him.

his eyes scan over you in mild disbelief. he tries to step towards you again and you step back, your mindset clear and decided. he stops and looks around for a brief moment before disappearing into your shared bedroom.

you exhale a shaky breath and the tears, that you didn’t know you were holding, start falling. you hold your mouth to silence the sounds of your cries, opting to move into the living room and sit on the couch as they continue to slide down your face.

you try to slow your heart rate and your breathing, desperate to keep your composure so that when he walks into the room you can keep your head held high.

you’re texting your best friend, informing her of the situation when connie appears in front of you from a distance, holding a duffle bag with a few random items in it and his shoes.

“i- i’m sorry y/n, i am,” he mumbles, rocking back and forth on his feet like a child.

“sorry isn’t fucking good enough,” you reply.

he opens his mouth to say something but decides not to, choosing to put his shoes on and unlock the front door.

he turns to look at you before leaving, the chain rattling as the door shuts.

when you feel confident enough that he’s out of range you start sobbing, the tears flowing consistently.

there’s nothing you can do but let the heartbreak consume you, ignoring the sound of his car racing down the street.

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