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good things will happen 💫

things that are meant to be will fall into place 💫

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guilty as sin masterlist

charles leclerc x sainz!reader

I. i love him, it's ruining my life

II. but daddy, i love him

III. i can do it with a broken heart

IV. imgonnagetyouback

V. fresh out the slammer [coming soon]

VI. who's afraid of little old me? [coming soon]

all is fair in love and poetry - aston martini xx

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don't mind this i jut needed to get my feelings out there

Every time I get an ounce of happiness, My mother snatches it right away from me, And I fall into a deep gloominess. You’d think she’d see the hint, and figure it out.

I’ve been depressed for years, and she’s slowly made it worse. Like, I’m sorry I didn’t clean your entire house every day When I barely have the motivation to get out of bed. Why do you think I’m asleep all the time?

Why do you think I never leave my room? But then I remember, I’m black. Black people don’t have depression, Black people don’t have mental illness.

Or is it that I mask it well, And nobody can tell? I’m struggling, I’m hurting, And no one has a clue.

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 250 likes!

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Between the Laps

a/n never did an f1 fic before and this may not convey things properly

The sound of engines roaring filled the paddock as the Monaco Grand Prix was in full swing. The crowd's cheers echoed through the streets, their excitement palpable. Amidst the chaos and thrill of the race, the stories of Carlos Sainz Jr. and (Y/N) (L/N) intertwined in a blend of fluff and angst that transcended the boundaries of the track.

Chapter 1: A Chance Encounter

Carlos Sainz Jr. had always loved Monaco. The narrow streets, the glamorous yachts, and the undeniable challenge of the circuit made it his favorite. But this year, something felt different. As he walked through the paddock, he noticed (Y/N) (L/N), a new engineer on his team, standing by his car, staring intently at the data on her tablet.

(Y/N) was new to the team, and though they had exchanged pleasantries, Carlos felt a strange pull towards her. It was as if there was something more beneath the surface, something unspoken.

"Hey, (Y/N)," Carlos greeted, trying to sound casual.

(Y/N) looked up, her eyes meeting his with a warm smile. "Hi, Carlos. How's it going?"

"Good, good. Just thought I'd see how you're settling in."

(Y/N) nodded, her gaze returning to the tablet. "It's a bit overwhelming, but I'm getting there. Everyone's been really helpful."

Carlos smiled, sensing the hint of vulnerability in her voice. "If you ever need anything, or just want to talk, you know where to find me."

(Y/N) looked up again, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thanks, Carlos. I appreciate it."

The paddock was a bustling place, filled with team members, journalists, and fans all mingling in the pre-race frenzy. Carlos found himself watching (Y/N) more than he intended to. She was efficient, focused, and seemed to have an innate understanding of the car's mechanics. He admired her dedication and passion for her work.

Days turned into weeks, and Carlos and (Y/N) found themselves crossing paths frequently. Their conversations grew longer, moving from work-related topics to personal stories. They discovered a mutual love for Spanish cuisine, a shared interest in hiking, and a surprising knack for late-night philosophical debates.

One evening, after a particularly grueling day at the track, Carlos and (Y/N) found themselves alone in the team garage. The sun had set, casting long shadows over the paddock. The sounds of the day had faded, leaving a peaceful silence in their wake.

Carlos leaned against his car, watching as (Y/N) meticulously checked the tire pressure. "You know, I've been meaning to ask you something," he said, breaking the silence.

(Y/N) looked up, curiosity in her eyes. "What is it?"

"Why engineering?" Carlos asked. "What drew you to this field?"

(Y/N) smiled, a distant look in her eyes. "When I was a kid, I used to take apart anything I could get my hands on—radios, clocks, even my dad's old car. I loved figuring out how things worked. My parents encouraged me to pursue my passion, and I ended up studying mechanical engineering. Formula One was a natural fit for me. The challenge, the speed, the precision—it all excites me."

Carlos nodded, impressed. "That's incredible. It takes a lot of dedication and passion to make it in this sport."

(Y/N) shrugged modestly. "I just love what I do. And being part of a team like this, working with people who share that passion—it's a dream come true."

Carlos's admiration for (Y/N) grew with each passing day. He found himself looking forward to their conversations, to the moments when they could steal away from the chaos of the track and just be themselves.

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The Love Beneath the Stars part two please

soon i promise

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The Love Beneath the Stars

a/n: just a little something tell me if you want more

In the quaint town of Serendale, where cobblestone streets meandered through charming cottages and blooming gardens, lived a young woman named Clara. She was known for her kind heart and captivating smile, which could brighten even the gloomiest of days. Clara spent her mornings working at the local bakery, filling the air with the sweet aroma of freshly baked bread and pastries.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and painted the sky in hues of pink and orange, Clara decided to take a walk by the serene lake on the outskirts of town. The lake was a special place for her, a quiet retreat where she could unwind and reflect. As she walked along the water's edge, she noticed a figure sitting on the old wooden pier, sketching in a notebook.

Curiosity piqued, Clara approached quietly, not wanting to disturb the artist. She was surprised to see it was Lucas, a young man who had recently moved to Serendale. Lucas was an artist who had come to the town seeking inspiration for his paintings. He had a reputation for being quiet and reserved, often lost in his own world of colors and creativity.

"Hello, Lucas," Clara greeted softly, her voice blending with the gentle rustle of the evening breeze.

Lucas looked up, his eyes meeting Clara's. For a moment, he seemed startled, but then a warm smile spread across his face. "Hello, Clara. What brings you here?"

"I often come here to enjoy the peace and beauty of the lake," she replied, taking a seat beside him on the pier. "What are you sketching?"

Lucas turned his notebook towards her, revealing a beautiful drawing of the sunset reflected on the lake's surface. The colors were vibrant and lifelike, capturing the magic of the moment perfectly.

"It's beautiful," Clara said, her eyes shining with admiration. "You have an incredible talent."

"Thank you," Lucas replied, his cheeks flushing slightly. "This place inspires me. The tranquility, the way the light dances on the water—it's magical."

They sat together in comfortable silence, watching as the stars began to twinkle in the twilight sky. Clara shared stories of her life in Serendale, her dreams of opening her own bakery one day, and her love for the simple joys in life. Lucas, in turn, spoke of his travels, his passion for art, and the solace he found in painting.

As the night grew darker, the connection between Clara and Lucas deepened. They found themselves drawn to each other's company, discovering a shared appreciation for the beauty in the world around them. It was as if the stars had aligned to bring them together.

In the weeks that followed, Clara and Lucas spent more time together, their bond growing stronger with each passing day. Lucas would visit the bakery in the mornings, sketching Clara as she worked, capturing the light in her eyes and the grace in her movements. In the evenings, they would walk by the lake, talking about their dreams and aspirations, finding solace in each other's presence.

One starlit night, as they sat on the pier watching the moonlight dance on the water, Lucas took Clara's hand in his. "Clara," he began softly, "meeting you has brought a new light into my life. You've shown me the beauty of love and the joy of companionship. I don't ever want to be without you."

Clara's heart swelled with happiness. "I feel the same way, Lucas. You've brought so much joy and inspiration into my life. I can't imagine a future without you by my side."

With the stars as their witnesses, Lucas leaned in and kissed Clara, a tender, heartfelt kiss that sealed their love. From that moment on, they were inseparable, their love story blooming like the flowers in Serendale's gardens.

Years later, Clara and Lucas opened a bakery and art studio together, a place where their passions intertwined. The walls were adorned with Lucas's paintings, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of Clara's pastries. They had created a life full of love, creativity, and happiness, proving that true love, like the stars above, shines brightest in the darkest of times.

And so, under the starlit skies of Serendale, Clara and Lucas lived happily ever after, their love story a testament to the magic of finding a kindred spirit and cherishing the simple, beautiful moments in life.

I hope you enjoyed the love story! I have the next chapter ready if you'd like

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Blessing you with royalty

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OMG BOBBY THE REASON AMIR IS BURNT

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Baby thoughts

Warning:pregnancy pregnant baby

Since the second you found out, Buck had been glued to your side. It had been three weeks since you took that test, since your doctor had confirmed it and in that time you had, had to convince him every single day that he could leave you and go to work. Every day he fought you, wanting the both of you to stay home so you could rest and he could wait on your every want and need, but you couldn’t do that. You were only thirteen weeks along and there was hardly any reason to be confined to the bed just yet. You knew that he was only concerned about the safety of you and the peach you currently carried in your womb. It was endearing and one of the sweetest things you’d ever seen, you hadn’t thought that Buck could get any sweeter, but here you were one act away from having a mouth full of cavities.

What hadn’t helped was that Buck had been responding to several pregnancy calls in the past few weeks a few resulting in sadder endings than anyone wanted. They had struck a chord with Buck and had only made him hover all the more.

Adding the water to your cordial, you took a sip of the orange, a light buzz filling your taste buds. You had become obsessed with anything orange-flavored since your pregnancy diagnosis. Whether it was orange Skittles (which Buck had kindly sat and sorted out for you), or orange flavored chocolate, or even the orange-flavored cupcakes you had found at the grocery store and ate within an hour of buying, anything orange and you were all for it.

Walking back into the garden, your entire body seemed to clench a little as you stepped back into the gaze of the sun. As much as you were enjoying this downtime with the 118, it was so hot. The heatwave had only hit LA in the past few days but already it was in full swing and you were feeling every beam of it.

“Y/n,” you turned over to where Athena was sitting with Hen and her daughter May. The three of them stood around the mini bar that Athena had installed, in direct sunlight. Already hot, you fought down the urge to grimace as you moved to stand by them, the sun glaring on your skin. “We were just telling May about Buck and that kiddie ride at the mall. She doesn’t believe us.” Hen informed and a grin split across your lips, taking your mind off of the sweltering heat.

“Oh my, God. I have a photo, hang on,” You pulled your phone out of your shoulder bag and set your drink on the bar, thumb flicking through the many photos in your gallery in search of the one from the Saturday before. “He thought it was funny and I tried to tell him he wouldn’t fit but he insisted,” You giggled and turned your phone for May to see. “I honestly thought I’d have to call nine-one-one.”

Displayed across your screen was the photo that still had you giggling a week later. There sat Buck, who had squeezed his way into the small metal bus which was aimed for children 7 and under. But Buck had twisted his body at all kinds of angles and had somehow managed to worm his way into the ride. His head was poked out of the door hole, his legs curled up against his chest, unable to stretch out in the tiny space that his body was occupying.

What Athena and the others didn’t know was that Buck wouldn’t have gotten into the ride if it wasn’t for you. That morning your hormones had been playing you like a fiddle and every little thing had upset you, the bin bag had broken when you were trying to change it out for a new one, somehow a red sock had slipped in with your whites and now everything you owned was slightly toned pink and they had shown that advert with the puppy sat in a box, in the rain, on the side of the street with people walking past ignoring it. It seemed, that morning, that everything was stacked against you. Buck had offered to come with you to the mall so you could pick up your clothing order from a store, you had ordered certain items that they didn’t have in stock and they had delivered to the store the day before. You were buzzing to see the new pair of pumps you had ordered. You knew that in a few months if not weeks, the shoes would probably be pressing against the sides of your feet and ankles because of the pregnancy swelling, but that hadn’t stopped you from ordering them in your size. However, like everything else that morning, even that didn’t go as planned. The shoes had been delivered in the wrong color and in a size smaller than you wanted, making them impossible to wear. Buck had seen how disheartened you had been when you left the store, trying not to cry in frustration. He had wanted to do something to cheer you up and in a joking manner, he had made a bet with you that he could fit inside the kiddie bus ride.

It had succeeded in cheering you up, if not from how silly he looked, his large muscular frame curled up inside the ride, from when he got stuck and couldn’t get himself out straight away. You had done what you could to help him out, but you were giggling so hard your entire body went weak. When he had finally gotten out, the two of you had continued to giggle all the way home and your mood had been lifted for the rest of the day.

“Oh, my God,” May giggled. “That’s the funniest thing I’ve ever seen. Please send me that!” she begged.

“Of course,” you agreed with a laugh of your own. “I could never gate keep on a photo like this.”

“What made him get in there?”

“It’s Buck, does he need a reason?” Hen scoffed. As the ladies continued to giggle, the heat seemed to make its presence known as it glared down at you. The side of your temples was beginning to throb and your skin was starting to get slick and sticky, sweat oozing from your pores. You raised a hand to swipe at your brow, glancing around the garden for the closest seat, your legs aching.

As you moved towards one of the sun loungers, your boyfriend’s eyes caught onto your movements, already on high alert.

“Y/n? What’s wrong?” he asked, abandoning his drink at the grill and rushing towards you, one arm slipping around your waist to help guide you to the seat.

“Buck, I’m-”

“Dammit, it’s too hot out here for you. We should’ve canceled,” he began muttering to himself. “Are you dizzy? Do you need a drink of water? What about something to eat? Is your blood sugar low? What if you’re dehydrated?” The only thing making you dizzy was the hurricane of questions Buck was sending your way, not even leaving a chance for you to answer them. One of his hands instinctively came to rest on the front of your stomach.

“Babe? Baby?” You tried to pull Buck out of his panicked rant, his eyes not once meeting yours as he kept scanning you for any visible injuries. Not that there were any, but the paranoia was getting the best of him and the heat probably wasn’t helping.

“We should get you in the shade,” he decided. “Shit, you should’ve stayed inside. You’re carrying precious cargo now, baby. You and Peach can’t take this heat. We shouldn’t have come. This is all my fault-”

“Buck!” You pressed your hands to the sides of his face, directing his eyes to yours so you could try and ground him. “Buck, baby, I’m fine. We’re fine. I’m just a little hot and tired that’s all. It’s normal.” He still seemed a little uncertain, and his eyes held a lifetime of worry for you and his unborn child. “We’re okay. I promise.” You offered him a reassuring smile, your thumb coming to brush against his bottom lip rhythmically, giving him something to focus on. His eyelids pressed shut as he breathed slowly for a second.

“Are you sure? ‘Cause we can go home-”

“We’re fine. I just need to sit for a minute that’s all.” You peeked over his shoulder. “While I’m sitting, we should probably talk to the people behind you, they seem a little shocked. You kind of let the cat out of the bag.” Buck twisted his head to look around at the team behind him, everyone stood, jaws dropped and eyes wide. Eddie was the most comical of the bunch, his glass halfway raised to his mouth ready to take a sip but frozen in time with the news that Buck had unintentionally shared.

“H-Hey, guys,” He chuckled awkwardly with a sheepish grin. “I guess we have some news to share.”

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All the buck and Eddie shippers y’all seen the new episode….. there homophobia people on Facebook mad that buck is bisexual like there wasn’t hints lol

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Part 3,4 and 5?

bestfriend’s brother pt 2

hooking up with ur bestfriend’s brother rafe and she has no idea … but it might be turning into more than just hooking up….¿

part 1

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Hey guys I have a flight tomorrow and need wattpad recommendations that I can save to offline for it

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Don’t usually reblog but they just hit so hard

dropped my hand while dancing II- rafe cameron

rafe cameron x kook!reader

part 1

moodboard?

warnings: angst, mention of pregnancy, break up, mental health

summary: what happens when the only love you've ever known doesn't love you anymore?

playlist: ghost of you by 5sos, champagne problems and bigger than the whole sky by taylor

the cameron's were the one in charge of the cancellations and to let everyone know the wedding was off. sarah now had y/n's wedding dress hanged in her closet as the store called her when it wasn't picked up on the day it was supposed to and neither y/n or her mom answered their calls.

rafe it saw it when she brought it to tanyhill, it was gorgeous and it represented y/n so well. and even if rafe tried to fool everyone, he wasn't doing alright, her family got everything out of their once shared home and when he came back after they'd left it was as if she had never been there at all. not one piece of her had been left behind except for the pictures hanging in the walls, he couldn't sleep that night, his sight set one the cold spot next to him in bed. he missed her.

the news on the island spread really quick and he now got dirty looks on the streets, even in the country club by the elder people who known them since they were kids, wondered how he could leave his high-school sweetheart and pregnant fiance. she is a very beloved girl in their circles.

he hadn't seen her since she left the hospital, her parents wouldn't even open the door of their hose and his mom then told him that y/n and her mom had left the island, probably to her grandparents home in the mainland.

a month later sarah told him y/n and the baby were okay and that she was expecting a little girl.

topper's pov

"dude." I sit next to rafe in the living room of my house.

"what top?"

"I thought you'd want to see this." I hand him my phone. "y/n sent this to maia last night, she said she's entering the third trimester and almost seven month. y/n mentioned that she has almost everything for the baby."

rafe looked at the picture, a round belly showing.

"she broke down crying when maya asked what she was missing so we could maybe send it to her."

to me rafe fucked up so badly and will forever regret allowing his intrusive thpught to overcome his feelings, he won't ever find anyone as good as her or someone he'll love as much as he loved/loves y/n. he still loves her, he wouldn't have become a shell of who he was at her absence if he didn't love her.

third person pov

two weeks after topper sent him the picture he couldn't stop looking at thinking about how it would feel to touch her belly, how his daughter moving would feel under his touch. the texts he had been sending for the past two and a half months for almost everyday to y/n finally got a reply.

"hi, my due date is ironically september 21st. thought I would let you know, hope you're doing alright." 1 picture attached.

rafe almost jumped from his sit at his office. 21st their anniversary.

"y/n, can I call you? please." delivered.

he was now living at tanyhill again, couldn't stand being in their home without her.

"rafe!" sarah shouted from the living room. "rafe get the fuck down here right now."

"I'm coming jesus, why are you screaming?" he jogged down the stairs. "what happened?"

"y/n/n gave birth last night. the 20th at 19.37 pm." he almost fainted, his daughter was born and he hadn't been there.

"what? how did you found out?" rafe took her phone from her hand to watch the picture, the two pictures in fact. y/n holding the baby girl and another of the baby girl alone.

"she's perfect. how did she call her?" tears streaming down his face.

"sky. she said it's the name you liked and that she looks exactly like you." rafe sat down with his head in his hands.

"what have I done sar?"

"I wish I knew but she gave me the hospital she's in, told me ti let you know."

the same afternoon rafe knocked on the door giving it a few seconds before coming in.

"y/n/n."

"hey." the baby girl peacefully sleeping in her arms.

"are you alright?" he asked approaching the bed.

"yeah in a bit of pain but it's alright." she looked down at her daughter. "she's sky." y/n smiled at him. "wanna hold her?"

"yes yes please." once he had sky in his arms and sat on the chair beside the bed, his eyes instantly filled with tears and everything he had been repressing, all his love for y/n came rushing back in an instant. "she's perfect y/n/n."

they spent a few minutes in silence contemplating their daughter before y/n spoke up.

"I'll alow for you and your family to see her but it'll be arranged for my parents to bring her to y'all. I'm not prepared to be around you yet." she couldn't really maintain the eye contact.

"y/n/n about that..."

"it's okay, you stopped loving me and even if it still hurts me like hell and I can't wrap my head around it. she deserves to know how good it feels to be loved by you."

on that moment rafe truly realized the mistake he had made.

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Always been the kind of girl that hide my face

this is real this is me……

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Don’t know how to feel my mom just went through my tumblr