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Dream Apartment in Lagos Portugal with Investment Opportunity

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Expert Tips for Buying Villas for Sale in Portugal

Finding the perfect villa in Portugal is an exciting journey, whether you are looking for a holiday home, a retirement retreat, or a smart investment. With a range of villas for sale in Portugal, knowing what to look for can make all the difference. Here are some expert tips to help you make the right choice.

1. Choose the Right Location

Portugal offers diverse regions with unique benefits. The Algarve is famous for its stunning beaches, golf courses, and warm climate. If you want a quieter lifestyle, central and northern Portugal also offer excellent options with breathtaking landscapes and cultural richness.

2. Understand the Buying Process

Purchasing property in Portugal involves legal steps such as obtaining a Portuguese tax number (NIF), hiring a lawyer, and understanding tax implications. It's essential to familiarize yourself with these requirements to ensure a smooth transaction.

3. Set a Realistic Budget

Beyond the property price, consider additional costs such as taxes, notary fees, and maintenance expenses. Villas in Portugal vary in price depending on location, size, and amenities, so having a well-planned budget is crucial.

4. Work with a Trusted Real Estate Agency

Choosing a reputable real estate agency, like Laws Property Portugal, ensures you receive expert advice and access to a wide range of Algarve property for sale. Their experience can help you navigate the market and find a villa that suits your needs.

5. Consider Rental Potential

If you plan to rent out your villa, research the local rental market. The Algarve, for instance, is a top tourist destination, making it an excellent choice for short-term rentals. Look into rental yields and seasonal demand before making a decision.

6. Inspect the Property Thoroughly

Before finalizing your purchase, conduct a thorough inspection of the villa. Check for structural integrity, plumbing, electrical systems, and any potential renovations needed. This step ensures you are making a sound investment.

7. Think About Future Resale Value

Even if you plan to keep your villa for the long term, considering its resale value is essential. Factors like location, amenities, and demand for homes in Portugal can affect future appreciation.

8. Enjoy the Lifestyle

Portugal offers an unmatched quality of life with its mild climate, delicious cuisine, and friendly community. Whether you choose a coastal retreat or a countryside escape, your new villa will be the perfect place to relax and enjoy life.

Find Your Dream Villa in Portugal

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wrong number

bayern munich frauen x lena oberdorf x reader

1/6, 2/6, 3/6, 4/6, 5/6, 6/6

summary: you're the honorary bayern munich teammate.

the excitement fills your veins as you land in lisbon. 

you’re finally here, and it’s hard to believe. lena doesn't even know yet—you wanted to surprise her, to be there in person for the match of her life. it’s been a long journey from buying the ticket, keeping it quiet, and making your way to portugal, but every step felt worth it because nothing, absolutely nothing, would have kept you from being here to support lena in the champions league final.

hours later, you’re waiting anxiously in your hotel room when a knock finally comes. you open the door to find lena, looking tired but smiling, and her face lights up as she sees you.

"you made it," she says, stepping forward to hug you tightly. she lets out a deep breath, and you feel some of the tension melt from her shoulders.

"of course i did," you say, hugging her back, brushing a hand over her back. 

"how could i miss this? tomorrow’s the match of your life. are you nervous?"

she pulls back slightly, her smile fading as she flops onto the bed beside you. 

"yeah… a little," she admits, looking away. 

"it’s more than that, though. i keep thinking about the final in 2023… it’s like this shadow hanging over everything. it won’t go away." her voice goes quieter, and you see just how much she’s carrying from that day that you’re unfamiliar with.

you sit beside her, reaching out to take her hand. 

"do you want to talk about it? what happened in 2023?"

she nods, her gaze fixed on a spot across the room. 

"it was against barcelona, with wolfsburg. we were up 2-0, and then everything just… fell apart. they scored three goals in, like, eight minutes. i felt so helpless. all those months of training, just to lose like that. sometimes it feels like i haven’t shaken it off."

you squeeze her hand gently. 

"i can’t imagine how tough that must’ve been. losing on that stage, with everyone watching… it’s okay that it still hurts. a lot of people would feel the same. i also know that you’re stronger now."

she looks over at you, a small smile finally breaking through before giving you a light kiss. 

"thanks. i don’t know… i’ve tried to push it out of my head, but tomorrow feels like a chance to finally put it behind me. i want to prove to myself that i’m not that same person who let it slip away." she whispers against you.

you run your thumb across her knuckles, trying to pour all your reassurance into that small touch. 

"and you’re not. you’re here, stronger and smarter, and you’ve learned so much. but whatever happens tomorrow, you’re still amazing. i’m just so proud of you."

a soft blush colors her cheeks as she squeezes your hand back, her gaze meeting yours as her forehead rests against yours. 

"thank you. it really helps, having you here. more than you know."

after a while, she heads back to her hotel room for a good night's sleep, leaving you with a warm, happy feeling that stays with you until morning. 

it’s surreal, thinking back to a year ago when this whole thing started with a wrong number. now you’re here, in lisbon, to watch the woman you love play in one of the biggest games of her life.

the next day, you find yasmeen at the stadium entrance, her face lighting up when she spots you. she flew in from america just to keep you company, and you feel a rush of gratitude as you hug her.

"ready for the match of your life?" she grins, eyes sparkling.

"more ready than i’ve ever been," you laugh, feeling your own excitement build up. you’re both practically vibrating as you take your seats, and when the game kicks off, it’s all you can focus on. 

seeing lena on the bench doesn’t dim your excitement—she’ll get her moment, and you know it.

the game starts off tense. city’s vivianne scores in the 20th minute, and the bayern fans around you groan. you try to keep your spirits up, leaning forward and clapping.

"come on, girls!" you shout in german, even though your voice is quickly swallowed by the roar of the crowd.

yasmeen chuckles beside you, giving you a supportive pat. 

"you’re so into it already."

you grin. 

"it’s impossible not to be. they’re incredible."

just before halftime, bayern’s perseverance pays off. in the 45th minute, klara sets up a perfect cross, and pernille rises up to head it in, tying the score. 

you leap out of your seat, clapping wildly as yasmeen cheers beside you.

"yes! let’s go, harder!" you yell, grinning from ear to ear.

at halftime, a fan behind you taps your shoulder and asks for a photo. she’s wearing a lena jersey, and you assume she just wants a picture with "lena’s girlfriend." 

you’re hesitant but smile and take the photo with her. when yasmeen teases you, you roll your eyes and laugh it off, though you can’t deny you’re a little flattered.

"look at you, getting famous," yasmeen nudges you. 

"you’re practically the team’s mascot at this point."

"shut up," you laugh, feeling your cheeks warm. 

"all i am is lena’s slightly anxious but very supportive girlfriend."

the second half starts off rough. city’s bunny shaw scores twice in under nine minutes, and the atmosphere in the bayern section gets tense. you bite your lip, glancing at yasmeen for reassurance as the clock ticks on.

bayern doesn’t let up. lea schüller scores in the 55th minute just one minute after shaw scored city’s third goal, and it feels like a breath of fresh air. 

one more goal, and they’ll be even again. you clap, your hands sore but determined, and yell encouragement, hoping somehow the team can hear you all the way on the bench.

then, in the 68th minute, pernille gets her second goal, equalizing. the stadium erupts, and you jump out of your seat, pulling yasmeen into a hug. 

this match has you on the edge of your seat, your heart racing with every pass, every tackle.

a commotion catches your attention near the right side of the pitch, and you see sydney in a heated exchange with alex greenwood. sydney is keeping the ball away from greenwood as the ref tries to intervene. you can’t help but chuckle as yasmeen leans over. 

"what’s going on with them?"

"just sydney being sydney," you say, grinning. 

"kidding. i’m not sure, maybe sydney just wants to give her team a breather.” 

minutes later, in the 79th minute, lena stands at the sideline, preparing to sub in. your heart skips a beat as you slip off your light blue button-up longsleeve to reveal your oberdorf jersey underneath. yasmeen catches sight of it and snickers.

"i wonder if she’ll get a yellow card within the first five minutes."

"probably," you mutter with the pride in your voice. you’re just thrilled to see her out there, part of the game she’s worked so hard to return to.

she’s barely on the pitch when, in the 81st minute, she makes a classic side tackle on mary fowler, and you and yasmeen exchange a look. 

lena gets a warning, but she’s unfazed, her focus sharp.

the clock’s ticking, and tension fills the air. then, in the 88th minute, lena sets up an assist to sydney, who powers the ball into the net, bringing the score to 3-3. 

you jump up, screaming as loud as you can, caught up in the joy of the moment.

at this point, your mind starts to wander, reflecting on how far you’ve come. a year ago, you were just a student in virginia, living a quiet life. now, you’re in lisbon, watching the woman you love play in a champions league final, surrounded by friends and fans. it feels surreal.

yasmeen nudges you, drawing you back to the game. 

"imagine if lena scores the winning goal."

"i hope," you murmur, watching her with bated breath as she passes the ball to tuva, who then lightly passes it to ana. 

ana crosses up to klara, who leaps up for a perfect header. the ball sails into the net, and the stadium explodes in cheers. the scoreboard lights up,

4-3.

klara runs to the corner, celebrating, and you watch in awe as the team surrounds her. then she turns and sends a heart your way, her hands forming the shape in the air. you send one back, beaming as yasmeen chuckles beside you.

the final whistle blows, and it’s like the whole stadium erupts at once. the scoreboard is locked at 4-3, with bayern’s victory glowing bright, but it’s hard to believe until you see the girls flood the pitch, their faces breaking into elated, disbelieving smiles. 

yasmeen nudges you, and you turn to see her beaming.

“they really did it,” she says, a little in awe herself. 

“and they really love you, huh?” you laugh, heart swelling as you watch the team embrace, overcome by what they've achieved.

“guess i just got lucky,” you murmur, and you mean it.

after the immediate celebration dies down a bit, the trophy ceremony begins, the crowd cheering louder as each player receives their medal, eyes glistening with the weight of the win. confetti rains down, golden and shimmering in the stadium lights, and you feel a lump in your throat. they’ve worked so hard for this.

suddenly, you hear a voice calling your name. you turn to see sydney and tuva waving, beckoning you over. before you can process it, they’re running up, reaching over the barricade to pull you across it.

“you’re coming with us,” sydney insists, her grip firm, and tuva laughs, nodding in agreement. they drag you toward the heart of the celebration, and you glance back at yasmeen, who waves you off with a smile.

“go have fun!” she calls, and you smile back gratefully.

you barely have a second to catch your breath before you spot lena jogging toward you, her face flushed with happiness, eyes bright under the stadium lights. she wraps you in her arms, lifting you slightly, and you cling to her, laughing as she swings you back and forth.

“we did it,” she breathes, her voice full of amazement.

“you did it,” you correct, pulling back just enough to look at her. her eyes search yours, and you can see that same mixture of pride and disbelief.

“i still can’t believe it,” she whispers, her hands resting on your shoulders. 

“it feels… surreal.”

you smile, brushing a strand of confetti from her hair. 

“it’s real. and you deserve every bit of it, obi!”

lena smiles, a little teary-eyed, then leans in and presses a soft kiss to your cheek, lingering there as if she wants to soak up the moment. 

“thank you for being here,” she says quietly, and you can hear the depth of her gratitude, her voice soft and genuine.

“i wouldn’t have missed this for anything,” you whisper back, feeling your own emotions rise.

nearby, klara is holding the trophy, posing for pictures, her grin as wide as you’ve ever seen. when she spots you, she waves you over, gesturing for you to come closer. you hesitate, feeling a rush of self-consciousness. 

you’re not a player, after all—you didn’t sweat and fight for this trophy like they did.

“come on!” klara calls, laughing at your reluctance. 

“get in here!”

you make your way over, feeling a bit out of place, and she hands you the trophy, the massive silver and blue prize weighing heavy in your hands. 

the moment feels surreal, and you look at klara, a little overwhelmed.

“are you sure?” you ask, voice soft.

she grins. 

“absolutely. you’re part of this team, too, you know.”

lena’s hand slips into the side of your waist as she steps closer, nodding with a warm smile. 

“she’s right, you know,” lena says, giving your hand a squeeze. 

“you’re like our honorary teammate.”

you smile, heart racing, and glance around at the team gathered around you. it’s a strange feeling—this sense of belonging among these women who have worked and sacrificed so much. 

they’re looking at you with genuine affection, the bond you’ve built with them over time stronger than you’d ever realized.

“alright,” you say, laughing, feeling a bit more relaxed as they crowd in around you. 

“but only because you all insisted.”

they cheer, pulling you into the picture, arms wrapped around one another, laughing and shouting in excitement as the photographer snaps photo after photo. you can feel the joy radiating from each of them, the weight of this accomplishment shared and celebrated together. 

when klara makes a heart with her hands, aiming it at you, your chest tightens with warmth.

yasmeen, watching from the stands, raises her thumbs up and laughs, mouthing “so popular!” and you give her a teasing eye-roll, smiling at her playfully.

finally, as the photos wrap up and the team disperses to greet more of their friends and family, lena pulls you aside to meet her parents, holding you close as you both take in the night. 

the lights of the stadium are soft now, the crowd gradually fading, and it’s just you two talking to her family, standing side by side in the quiet after the storm of victory.

“i’m so proud of you,” you say to lena after her family leaves the stadium, voice thick with emotion. 

“watching you play, seeing you out there after everything you’ve been through… it’s incredible.”

lena’s eyes soften, her fingers tracing the outline of your hand. 

“i couldn’t have done it without you,” she murmurs.

“you’ve been here every step, even when i was sidelined and frustrated. you kept me going.”

you smile, your heart swelling with pride and love. 

“that’s what teammates are for, right?”

she laughs softly, her gaze tender. 

“then it’s settled,” she says, her smile widening. 

“you are officially our honorary bayern teammate.”

the words echo in your mind, wrapping around you like a warm embrace, and you know that this night, this moment, will stay with you forever.

masterlist

authors note: I hope you enjoyed this six parts series :) I started it 10/1 and finished this part last night before a halloween party I had to attend lol

[loviingpedri]

💋 me thru the phone - joão félix

prompt: it’s hard doing long distance.

warnings: grammar issues, one suggestive comment

click to help palestine

credits to owners for all images

the moon reflected in the window as the trees are shaking from the wind. raindrops covering the glass, slowly falling down.

staring at the picture frame of you and your boyfriend on the nightstand, you sighed.

long distance was very difficult. joão was in portugal for a little vacation, while you were in spain for work and university. joão was in and out of your apartment, meaning there was barely any contact or conversation.

he tried his best. he was the sweetest boyfriend you could ever ask for. you smelled the fresh pastel tulips in the glass vase. lost in your thoughts, and about to pick up a book, a sudden noise shocked you.

ring ring

a smile formed on your face as a picture of joão holding floki in front of a sunset on a mountain, next to him was you. a memory appearing of how your lips felt against his cheek. a scent of ocean, wood, and citrus flowing through the air.

swiping to answer his call, you were met with a smiley, tan, and dark brown eyed guy.

“hey.” he says on his white couch.

“hey, how are you?” pulling your (his) hoodie over your head to get comfortable, he could tell something was on your mind.

“i’m doing pretty good. did you get the flowers i sent?”

“yeah, i did. they’re really beautiful.” flipping your camera to show him. he admired the pink tulips, reminding him of you.

“i noticed your hoodie. wonder where you got it from,” noticing his smirk, you tried to hide your face in the camera. “is something going on? you don’t seem very talkative.”

you don’t wanna admit it, but he was right. usually, you would explain in detail on how your day was. quiet on you either meant you were mad at him, or just weren’t having a good day.

“i’m okay. not really feeling talkative today.” you gave him a small smile of reassurance. he wiggled in response, not buying the response. he shrugged it off instead of trying to push it on you.

“you look good. i’m glad you’re taking care of yourself.” honestly, that small comment made you want to lay flat on your stomach, kicking your feet in the air with a soft pink rising on your cheek.

“thanks. how’s your vacation going?” trying to control your heart rate, you decided to change the topic.

he smiled as you were fixing your hair, trying to noticeably look good for him. “it’s chill, not very eventful. sometimes i think about how i should’ve stayed with you though.”

“you know i would’ve never let you do that. you needed a break.

“yeah, i know. its been awhile. i really miss you.”

with a little sarcastic hair flip, “i’m so glad you miss me,” his laughter made butterflies fly in your stomach. “but really, i miss you too. especially when you would make hot chocolate during rainy nights. i crave it literally almost every day.”

“is that the only thing you crave?” he winked at you. your smile dropped at first in shock, but you two were dying in laughter.

“ew joão, that’s so gross.” you said in between laughter.

“if i had the opportunity to climb through the phone and kiss you, i would take it.”

“and people say romance is dead.”

rolling his eyes, you saw a glimpse of an open suitcase. it was filled with clothes neatly folded and ready for a trip. you furrowed your eyebrows.

noticing your face, “what’s wrong? did something happen?”

“are you going somewhere? i thought you weren’t leaving for another 3 weeks.”

laughing it off, which you did not find it funny (cause where is he going 🤨🤨🤨), he noticed you were being serious. you did not take the hint at all.

“y/n, don’t be sour. i’m going to fly over there tomorrow morning.” your mouth flew open. he didn’t even mention it.

“what? when did you book the ticket? you didn’t tell me anything.”

“calm down, i started packing this morning. i honestly couldn’t wait to see you anymore. i just booked the tickets literally 5 minutes ago.”

“i should probably clean the apartment a little bit then.” scrambling out of bed, ready to spot every dust speckle.

“don’t worry about it. i’m just ready to see you.”

“you should sleep early then for your flight. i’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

nodding his head, “kisses?” you rolled your eyes. he think it’s so funny how you kissed the camera one time before hanging up. now, he wants you to do it every phone call.

blowing a kiss at the camera before quickly hanging up in embarrassment, you could see his cheeky smile. you laid in your bed, thinking about what just happened. you were kicking your feet, ready to see him.

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Fics Written in 2023 (2) Masterlist

part one

a helping paw (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: Phil feels his irritation mounting rapidly. He does not have time for a rogue catmaid at this hour. “If you wanted to help you would stay in your room like I told you to. Your heat is coming on and I can’t have you running around here with guests in the house.”

a night to remember (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: Why did he think going anywhere alone would be a good idea? And to an honest to god queer prom for sad grown-ups who missed out the first time around because they were too busy being closeted.

cat got your tongue? (ao3) - megiaolf

Summary: A near wholesome cat cafe au.

Christmas Catharsis (ao3) - philsmeatylegss

Summary: Dan runs into his ex (bully) while buying milk.

Cross your legs and hope for the best (ao3) - waterbearer_sun

Summary: Dan is sitting in a lecture, desperate to pee and desperate for Phil to be his.

Dan vs. Phil. (ao3) - M3ll0n1_v0n_Harm0ny

Summary: Let's play whatever we can and annihilate our flat. The loser fulfills the winner's wish!

dark days (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Sometimes Dan wakes up and he just... can't.

drop your heart I'll save it for you (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: Tenderness isn't part of the deal, nor are soft words, or feelings, or kisses that don't lead to fucking. It's not what Dan asked for, and it's certainly not why someone would choose to fuck their friend slash flatmate slash colleague who they absolutely don’t have any feelings for.

Essential Meet-Cute (ao3) - husbants

Summary: Audiobook narrator Dan Howell finds himself embarrassed when he encounters a handsome man named Phil in the romance aisle of his local bookstore. Luckily, he and Phil get along quickly and both enjoy a certain queer romance author named Zack Striker. Still, Dan can’t help but think that Phil might be hiding something…

How To Find Your Missing Husband, or, The Amazing Crossover is Not On Fire (ao3) - N_Chu4Ever 

Summary: In the year 2063, just as International Rescue finally recovers from the absolute mess that is the Hood's attack on Tracy Island, an event known as the Great Restructuring occurs. Multiple universes are merged together, a teen who is supposed to be dead is revived (and promptly adopted), Sportacus is there... and two longterm partners, famously described as 'actual soulmates', are torn apart.

Will Phil ever find Dan again? Or are they doomed to be separated forever?

In another life you still would’ve turned my head (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Dan comes across old black and white photos of two queer men messing around, one playing with the other's hair, just like he did in a recent video with Phil. He gets caught up in the emotions that he would have fallen in love with Phil in any universe. He crawls into Phil's lap and tells him exactly that.

in the strangest locations (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Dan shows up in his basement office to meet his new partner.

just another stupid holiday (ao3) - pasteldanhowells

Summary: Dan hates Valentine's Day. He thinks it's a stupid holiday and wants nothing to do with it. When his co-worker Cat mentions some guy named Phil who happens to be single, who Dan eventually meets when he comes into his coffee shop, Dan thinks maybe this Valentine's Day might be different

look how far we've come now baby (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: It was days later, in a hotel bed with a view of the Portugal sky, that Phil had murmured into the darkness, “But yeah. Maybe grown-up queer prom would be nice.”

make it work (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: dan is on vacation at the bahamas, where he meets phil - someone who's in the same rut as him. they connect and swoon over how compatible they both are but realise they only have a limited amount of time to spare together.

maybe next time he'll think (before he cheats) (ao3) - SylvesterLester

Summary: Phil has to be cheating. There's no other explanation.

meeting the parents (ao3) - SylvesterLester

Summary: Dan is ready to meet Phil's parents.

Right?

My Hot New Neighbor (ao3) - DuckMcDuckPants

Summary: Phil just moved into a flat in a nice quiet area of London and has finally gotten settled. But then he starts to notice that many days, his hot neighbor likes to dance around in his underwear.

(TW) one more shot (then i'm quitting forever) (ao3) - SylvesterLester

Summary: The year is 2013. And if you asked Phil, he would tell you he doesn't drink.

One Stormy Night (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Goat!Dan takes shelter in a barn from a storm and meets a new friend who happens to be wolf!Phil. They become friends and quickly a romance happens.

Past Meeting the Present (ao3) - philsmeatylegss

Summary: Discovery and discussion of past challenges

phuture phusbands (ao3) - N_Chu4Ever

Summary: Dan’s opinions on weddings are pretty clear — marriage is piece of paper with some benefits, and organising a big fucking wedding is exhausting, and really, Phil, do we need it? Do we? The answer, of course, is no, and yet Phil is still thinking about it. As Dab and Evan’s Sims 4 wedding approaches, that thought process goes into overdrive.

Or: Phil proposes to Dan just after the Devan wedding is filmed.

Silent Night (ao3) - SylvesterLester

Summary: Lawyer Dan Howell just wanted a white Christmas to himself up North to get away from it all.

A blizzard, an old church, and it's overly-cheerful deacon might change that.

snow drift (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: They're somewhere in Minnesota, near the Canadian border.

Something Unholy (ao3) - hygge

Summary: Phil receives some very surprising and seductive texts in the middle of the night.

Sometimes Circles Run Around You (ao3) - SylvesterLester

Summary: Dan doesn't care about exams. Phil cares a bit too much.

Sweet Juliet (ao3) - Nefertiti1052 (Succubusphan)

Summary: Dan is a baker in his thirties, feeling the weight of the passage of time on his shoulders, living a content yet uneventful life until a mysterious man takes it upon himself to whisk him away

Talking to the Moon (ao3) - uptownsteve

Summary: After a risque photoshoot, Phil wants to show Dan just how beautiful he is

tempe (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Dan and Phil go on a case to Tempe.

that's what friends are for (ao3) - SylvesterLester

Summary: Long before Dan Howell was a rock god, he was in a band.

The Knight of Wands (ao3) - Nefertiti1052 (Succubusphan)

Summary: Phil had always had dreams that he couldn't quite comprehend and a certain intuition about what was truly important for his future.

the man of my dreams (ao3) - mel_m_a_o

Summary: He first dreamed about this man maybe two months ago. The dream wasn’t really something out of the ordinary and Dan didn’t really remember what it was about, but it stuck out to him, because he wasn’t usually someone who remembered his dreams. He often thought he just doesn’t dream at all, but that certainly changed. He keeps dreaming about the same pale, black haired man and his bright eyes that make Dan wake up in a sweat. He starts to see the face everywhere all the time until he actually does.

'tis the damn season (ao3) - pasteldanhowells

Summary: Dan is the coffee shop regular at the shop Phil just started working at. Phil quickly learns that Dan is a bit of a Grinch who refuses to try the shops' holiday drinks, or anything new really. Phil's determined to change Dan's mind about the holiday drinks.

third times the charm (ao3) - jestbee

Summary: It strikes him that they keep coming back here, that in between each visit they grow and change and morph into new evolutions of themselves and yet there are constants, fixed points that do not bend to time's will.

They always return together, never apart.

Phil doesn't get sick in Japan, Dan worries anyway.

trade all my tomorrows (ao3) - SylvesterLester

Summary: It's 2014, and Dan Howell is screwing up in life. Fresh off of potentially ruining his just-started acting career with a heavily-memed public freakout, he's ready to hide away for the rest of his life. Until a stranger reaches out, who might not be such a stranger after all.

Wagon Wheel (ao3) - SylvesterLester

Summary: Is there enough room in Wagon Wheel for Phil's saloon and Sheriff Howell's city-slickin' ways?

We’d Never Need Company (ao3) - cafephan

Summary: Dan decides it’s time to be a bit selfish - Phil is one step ahead.

when in fear, reach for phil (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: it’s spooky week and dan finds himself needing to feel a sense of security when they play horror games. fortunately, phil’s right next to him.

with you now (ao3) - uf467

Summary: that moment Dan sees Phil in the prom suit and musings thereafter

Working it Out (ao3) - SylvesterLester

Summary: Dan Howell is 32 years old and just coming to terms with the fact that he's a man, despite what his body might say. Luckily, he has some help from his eccentric physical trainer to help him feel more confident.

you're still the one that I love (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: an evening in summer 2021

[wolfiemcwolferson]

5 for your spotify playlist fic pls ❤️

This is one of my favorite KoL songs. The lore is that Caleb wrote this whole thing rather intoxicated and so it was done in one recording initially. There’s this shiny, hopeless quality to the song which led me to…vampires.

Pierre drinks at the same bar.

It doesn’t matter that there’s only the one.

He’s here every Friday night, seated in the corner, nursing a half dozen beers until they kick him out.

It’s a habit he doesn’t particularly enjoy, but one he’ll continue until - well, he doesn’t like to consider just how long he might be doing this.

But, he supposes, this is the madness of a lovesick man. One who has seen all that life has to offer and still chooses this. Still chooses to wait.

Because Pierre had been all over. He’d photographed sunsets over mountains in countries that forced the FBI to detain and question him. He had photographs in magazines and exhibits and coffee table books.

Pierre was well traveled.

- is well traveled.

But somehow he’s always back here at this bar on a Friday night, waiting in the same corner as he was five years ago.

Because that is when Pierre’s life really changed.

When he was sat in the bar of his dying hometown - visiting with his brother, listening to his high school friends tell him about the state diverting the highway around them and how it was going to cost the town millions.

And then Charles had walked in.

Pierre knew who and what he had been immediately - had met a vampire in Portugal of all places, but no one else had known what he was.

Pierre had.

And maybe that’s why Charles picked him.

Maybe it was the fact that when Charles smiled, his eyes crinkled up on the sides and Pierre hadn’t been able to help himself when he lifted his fingertips to his skin.

Maybe it was the photos that Pierre had of sunrises plastered on his tiny apartment walls.

Pierre had taken him home that night, tipsy on well whiskey his brother insisted on buying him and the way Charles muscles underneath his hands had felt like marble.

It doesn’t matter what it was.

Not anymore.

It was beautiful and all encompassing and Charles had sworn to Pierre that he wouldn’t be alone. That Charles would love him until the end of time and beyond.

And Pierre still believes it.

Because Charles didn’t take the photographs when he left.

And to Pierre.

To Pierre that means Charles still trusts him - that he still loves him.

Pierre knows that Charles meant it because he would have taken the photographs with him when he went. He wouldn’t have allowed Pierre to keep those blurry, overexposed photos the two of them had taken with a timer in the desert. Or the ones of Charles in Pierre’s kitchen, making Pierre spinach and egg omelets to keep Pierre’s iron up.

He wouldn’t have allowed Pierre to keep the photographs of the two of them, curled up in the moonlight - Charles looking every bit of the ethereal creature he is.

Pierre waits for him to come back because Charles had made him promises about taking him home to France.

Showing him his home there - ancient and lifeless he had called it.

Pierre waits because Charles had loved him and made him feel alive and he knows - he knows - what they had together transcends everything.

What they HAVE.

Pierre sips his beer and he half listens to some story David tells him until David mentions Pierre’s niece - something about smashing mailboxes out on 239.

And that’s why Pierre misses it.

The door opening.

The door opening and the whole place going into that hushed quiet whisper.

Pierre might miss the door opening, but he feels it in his blood - like his body knew and alerted him immediately to -

“Sorry,” Charles’ voice is soft as he slips into the chair beside Pierre, scooting it closer to his silently, “I got held up at a festival in Italy, but -“

Pierre reaches over and takes his hand and the whole bar goes back to normal volume. Like they’ve accepted Pierre’s forgiveness for Charles leaving him heartbroken here for two years. Or maybe they think the two of them have been seeing each other this whole time - Pierre flying off to see him.

“Cha,” Pierre says. Quiet and low, but it still sounds too loud for this place. “Want to go back to mine?”

Charles eyes shine as he nods and Pierre brings Charles hand up to his chest, splaying his hand over Pierre’s beating heart.

“Let’s go home.”

They have shit to work out, but they have forever to do it.

Here or France or Thailand or Uruguay.

It doesn’t matter to him. Not when Charles repeats it back to him.

“Let’s go home.”

[lutethebodies]

Character Development via Mechanics and Gear: Race and Abilities

Part One of a casual series I recently threatened to do about my 5e bard's allegedly cliché-subverting character build. Perhaps that latter bit is in the eye of the beholder (though not literally of course). I'll try to keep these things relatively pithy since it's all based on homebrew lore that most people won't be familiar with (but you can start here if you like). Dive in below the cut.

Race: Human (variant rules). I tend to play humans more than any other "race" (indeed apart from them I only play elves and half-elves), and 5e's "optional" variant made cementing that tendency easy. Two ability bonuses, an extra skill, and a feat (with potentially a third ability bonus)? Sign me up. BG3 absolutely should have done this and I'm glad there's a mod that comes close.

Abilities (using Point Buy): Str 8 Dex 15+1 Con 11+1 Int 10 Wis 12 Cha 15+1. Ability bonuses: Constitution, Charisma (for Dexterity see Feat below). RP reason: He became hale and confident from enduring and overcoming the tribulations and humiliations of frequent travel/touring (since age 11), performance (since age 15), and imprisonment (ages 22-23).

Skill: Insight. RP reason: Cannor quickly learned the wisdom to translate experience to creativity, as well as the canny ability all performers need to read an audience—be it a crowd or an individual. This skill was refined in his 30s at the Equiposium of Caranacia, my homebrewed institution of statecraft and diplomacy. I once created a homebrew "College of Equipoise" bard subclass, but I soon abandoned that in favor of trying to build my bard using rules-as-written.

Feat: Weapon Master (Net, Scimitar, Whip, Blowgun). The min-maxing sites hate this feat, but I don't care, because Cannor doesn't need to use rapiers or longswords or hand crossbows or other random weapons pity-gifted to vanilla bards. Why? RP reasons, of course. I like the idea of him knowing how to use oddball weapons: nets from his two sailing voyages, scimitars from his time in a caravan troupe, whips from his fighter friend (a fellow dungeon escapee), and blowguns as a tool of spycraft when he learned that discipline. Plus it gets a Dexterity bonus, which I RP as him learning "finessed fighting" at the Equiposium.

Languages: Common, Elvish. I wish 5e cared more about language, because that can be substantially more indicative of culture and background than other traits. So my homebrew humans speak lots of languages. RP: "Common" (what a dull idea, right?) varies in my homebrew world depending on region. Cannor's native land of Narán (sort of a faux-Iberian mishmashy Spain/Portugal/Al-Andalus vibe) speaks mainly Auransi, a vernacular form of an ancient language (similar to how the romance languages relate to Latin) called Aurigan. However, his lineage is Kalen (faux-Celtic; his birthplace region is a faux Galicia or Cantabria). His parents (and their entire community) were both exiles from much farther north.

So he already knew lots of Kalen words and phrases before he was eventually exiled to a city called Seven Harbors where it's still widely spoken (by a conquered people). He then mastered Kalen as well as the language of that city's conquerors, the Vaali (faux-Teutonic folks). As a lore nerd, Cannor made a point to also learn one of the more ancient languages of his new home (also spoken in pockets of the region), Erynnathi (my faux surface-Elvish). My guy effectively speaks and reads three human languages, and is passable in a fourth (Elvish).

Up next (maybe later this weekend): Background and Class!

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - Set Me Free Part 6/15

Part 7 and 8 are already out on my Patreon for Free!

+18

Ruben and Carla have grown apart. With Rubens career taking off he leaves Portugal to live the life of his dreams, breaking Carla's heart doing so. Years later, upon his return home, Ruben learns that Carla has moved on, happily engaged to another man, but not any man, Ruben's childhood bully João Mendes.

Enjoy!

Christmas, three years ago,

It was still early in the morning. However, Carla's father entered the kitchen to see his daughter already up and about.

"Carla, what's this?"

His eyes widened at the state of the room. Wrapping paper lay tossed onto the kitchen floor, along with men's shoes and clothing.

"Pai, you're up! Good morning."

Carla barely threw her father a second glance, as she was too invested in the activity of wrapping more gifts.

"What has happened to my kitchen?" Her father exclaimed. All he wanted was to make a fresh cup of coffee. But how on earth would he even make it to the kitchen counter with all the unwrapped items on the floor?

"Oh, sorry." Carla said. "I'll clean it up once I'm done."

"But querida, why are you wrapping more gifts? I thought your mother already put everything under the tree last night?"

"Yes, but those gifts are for uncle Martin and aunt Carolina."

"But my dear, why do you feel the need to spoil your cousin this way? I thought we all agreed to cover your cousin's tuition fee for flight attendant school as a Christmas present this year?"

"Pai," Carla chuckled. "These gifts aren't for Maria."

He scratched his head. "No, who are they for then?"

"They're for Ruben."

"Dias?"

"Yes."

Carla had been so excited leading up to Christmas. She hadn't seen Ruben in months since her decision to move back home from England. Their talks over the phone just wouldn't do anymore, so when Ruben told her that he was coming home for Christmas, Carla was simply over the moon, rushing to buy him gifts.

"Carla?" Her father said, clearing his throat. He had fallen silent for a moment, regarding his daughter with a troubled expression. "Are you sure he is coming?"

"Of course." She chuckled. "Ruben is coming for Christmas, he said so himself."

"When?"

"What do you mean?"

Carla paused the gift wrapping, noticing the look on her father's face.

He cleared his throat once more.

"When did he tell you that he was coming, since neither your mother and I have been informed."

"Yeah, sorry about that. I was so wrapped up in buying him gifts that it must have slipped my mind to tell you."

"I see." Her father muttered.

"What?"

"Nothing, nothing." He waved.

"No, tell me dad. What's wrong?"

"It's nothing querida, I just don't want you to be disappointed again."

Carla's parents were accepting of her and Ruben's decision to try long distance, however, it wasn't the first time that Ruben promised to come visit for the holidays but ultimately failed to follow through. And each time left Carla heartbroken, leaving her family to pick up the pieces.

"Dad, don't worry. Ruben has been very busy lately, I told you how life was when I was living with him in Manchester. However, he is coming home for Christmas" She assured. "He is probably in the air on his way here as we speak."

Carla's father sighed but cleared a path as he made his way across the kitchen. He patted his daughter's head, planting a soft kiss on top of it. "Okay, querida. If you say so. Your mother and I just don't want to see you get hurt again."

"I won't be Pai, don't worry"

Worry.

Days passed and Ruben was nowhere to be seen. Carla was a nervous wreck, constantly checking her phone for any sign of him. She was starting to worry that he had changed his mind again. Christmas Eve was about to be Christmas day. After spending the day helping her family feed the less fortunate, Carla took it upon herself to drive to Ruben's to see if he for some reason had gone over there without notifying her. Perhaps he was jet lag, exhausted from his two hour flight from Manchester to Portugal.

"Senhora Dias?"

"Senhora Dias?"

It was all in vain. Ruben's parents' house was found empty, their car gone from the driveway. Carla was starting to feel a bit embarrassed, having once again fallen for Ruben's empty promises. Carla didn't know how much of it she could take anymore. Maintaining a long distance relationship was simply tearing her apart from the inside out.

"Carla? What's the matter?"

Carla returned after taking the long way home, her car radio on full blast to tune out her sobbing.

"H...he's not coming, is he?" She sniffled, terrifying her mother at the door.

"Minha querida."

Carla's lips tremble from holding back the  tears. Her mother was quick to pull her into the house and in for a hug. The rest of her family were poking their heads out from the living room to see what's the matter.

But then, the doorbell rang.

"It's him!"

Carla's heart skipped a beat as she rushed to the door, hoping against hope that it was Ruben. And when she opened the door, there he was, standing tall and handsome in his full grown beard, like her very own Santa Claus.

Ruben had a big smile on his face. "Merry Christmas, babe," he said, sweeping Carla into a hug. "I'm so sorry I'm late but you know how my mother is."

"Bernadette!" Carla's mother exclaimed. Ruben's mother appeared in the door.

"Gloria!"

The two women embraced each other as Ruben's mother entered the house followed by Ruben's father and brother, who looked miserable carrying big bags of...

"I hope you don't mind, but we brought gifts!"

"We were out shopping all day." Ruben smiled. "I got something for everyone."

Carla was over the moon. She had never been so happy to see anyone in her life. She had been dreaming of this moment for so long, and it was finally here. She forgot all about her family's skepticism and just enjoyed the moment, basking in Ruben's embrace. It was the best Christmas Eve in Carla's life, with all of her and Ruben's family members gathered.

"I missed you."

Ruben stayed with Carla for the night, holding her close, serenading her face with kisses.

"So much." She whispered.

They lay in the dark with Ruben on top. His breath was heavy against her skin, the panting increasing with the pressure of his cock against her pelvis.

"Ruben, tell me you'll never leave me."

"I'll never leave you." He kissed her neck, moving on to bury his face between her breasts. They were naked under the sheets. Skin against skin.

"Promise me." She gasped.

Ruben lifted his head, a smile on his lips. His hands searched for hers in the dark, pinning them above her head. "I've already made my promise." He said, fiddling with the ring on her left finger. "You're mine forever Carla."

"Forever?"

He bent down and kissed her. "Forever."

Carla wanted to be sure, sure that Ruben would always come back to her no matter what.

"Fuck." He groaned, his cock aching to be inside of her.

"Put it in." She nodded. "I'm ready."

"I didn't bring anything." He said, thankful that the sheets prevented the tip of him from slipping inside of her. He was leaking already.

"I don't care." Carla said. "I want you like this, now."

Ruben paused all movement, raising himself to his elbows to meet her eyes below him. "Are you sure?"

Her tongue swiped across her bottom lip. "I'm sure Ruben. I want you."

He hesitated, but the ache between his legs was unbearable. Carla didn't make it easy for him to resist her either as her legs spread, inviting him to place himself between her.

"Fuck, Carla." Ruben rolled his hips until his cock aligned with her entrance. Carla's thighs wrapped around his waist, locking him in.

"Please." She begged.

Ruben was conscious for the first few strokes, but quickly went under her spell as the demon inside of him took over. He fucked her raw that night. Perhaps not their most gentle encounter. Either way, Carla was determined....determined to have Ruben's child.

Part 7 and 8 are already out on my Patreon for Free!

[cicerenella]

It is I! I'm back with another silly ask.

So let's say Italy (both of them) is inviting other nations for the most important part of Italian Christmas celebrations: il cenone di Natale. Which of the bros do you think would personally invite which other nations, and which roles do you think they partake in for the preparations?

Personally, I think that they both start cooking together and both make... A Lot, but then Feli would go off and like. Set the table and clean the rest of the house while Roma does his cooking (he kicked him out of the kitchen because they were bickering again)(it happened to me I swear).

And also which of them gets drunk first?

- greetings from the cat that's currently laying on me preventing me from working.

HI SATURNNN first of all thanks for all the reblogs!! they're hilarious and I love to read your opinions! and now, you asked a very interesting question here ;)

Christmas is like the no.1 italian festivity. A chance for all the family to gather and of course, the infamous dinner and following game of tombola... And the Italy Brothers take it very seriously.

The dinner takes place in Feli's second house in Tuscany, since the house is spacious for all the people they (Veneziano) invite. In particular, Feli is very attached to decorating the house and making it look presentable, since every year he wants to celebrate with all his nation friends lol.

Some days before Christmas, Romano travels up to said house to help his bro organise. And you bet your sweet ass he's gonna take with him ALL the pots and pans he could humanely fit in his (multiple) luggages.

he's very dedicated to the cooking part

and contrary to his brother, Romano doesn't want to invite many people. He often times just wants to have his loved ones around during christmas.

That being said, Spain, Greece (even though he's orthodox he doesn't skip the invitation from his cousins!) and Portugal are his only tolerable ones.

Feli on the other hand just invites a shit ton of people LMAOO he likes to expand the invite to everyone

that is the source of many arguments, with romano claiming he doesn't want any "crucco infame" on Christmas Dinner (you bet he's gonna cook for everyone anyways)

but otherwise there's a lot of screaming in that house anyways during the whole ordeal that is Christmas preparations

Romano basically owns the kitchen. Feli tries to help but he doesn't have time nor the patience to look after SO MUCH STUFF-- HOLY SHIT ROMANO STOP

struffoli, capitone, cotechino, fried baccalà...

feli audibly gasps when romano kills a live capitone in his otherwise immaculate kitchen counter AHAHAH

so he resorts to clean and decorate the rest of his house! he has a lot of vintage decorations that he adores and always puts up

and buy a shit ton of pandoros, like industrial quantity

oh and THE ALCOHOL

God they both bring so much alcohol

Romano has brought with him limoncello, meloncello, and 5 more varieties of amaretti

while Feli has brought from his apartment in milan ALL of his grappa variations

you know they're gonna get shitfaced after the dinner

adding that Romano absolutely wants to make the presepe. with the help of feli, he made some pretty good statuines! (the San Gregorio Armeno tradition is strong)

that's the only moment they actually get along <///3

through sweat and shouts they always gather things up before the 24th morning

the place looks absolutely beautiful...but don't enter the kitchen, it's like a war broke out inside that room

they probably play the sickest games of briscola/scopa the morning of the 24th while waiting for anyone to come

munching on the pandoros that feli bought

"Bastardo! I saw you hiding that sette bello!"

"You're just making up things cause you suck!"

ya in the end they have fun

...probably

(Oh shit, forgot to answer which one would get drunk first. uuuuh probably romano, cause feli is a sponge when it comes to alcohol. true venetian here.)

[bpaproperty]

Buying Apartments and Land in Portugal: A Guide for Investors in 2025

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Buying Land in Portugal: What You Need to Know

Purchasing land in Portugal can be an excellent investment, whether for building a villa, a holiday home, or a commercial property. However, buyers must understand zoning regulations, construction permits, and legal requirements.

Key Considerations for Buying Land in Portugal:

Zoning Laws: Ensure that the land is legally designated for construction.

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Best Locations to Buy Property in Portugal

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Porto: A vibrant city with a growing real estate market.

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Steps to Buy an Apartment or Land in Portugal

Define Your Budget – Consider all costs, including taxes and legal fees.

Find a Reliable Real Estate Agent – Work with experts who understand the market.

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Sign a Promissory Contract – This legally binds the buyer and seller.

Finalize the Purchase – Complete the deed transfer with a notary.

Conclusion

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[lawspropertyportugal]

How to Sell Your House in Algarve: Expert Tips for a Fast and Profitable Sale

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1. Price Your Property Correctly

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3. Professional Photography and Marketing

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6. Be Prepared for Negotiations

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7. Understand Legal Requirements

Selling a home in Algarve involves paperwork, taxes, and legal procedures. Ensure all necessary documents are in order and consult a professional for guidance.

Final Thoughts

Selling your home in Algarve doesn’t have to be stressful. By following these expert tips, you can attract the right buyers and close the deal efficiently. With a strategic approach and the right real estate partner, your property sale can be smooth, profitable, and hassle-free.

[livingonthecotedazurnh]

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[evansbby]

Adding something on that tea. She even said on that podcast that 2023 was the sad phase on her life. This is the translation on that statement https://x.com/bestofbaptista/status/1848880102664540284?t=DDm0zodoyGGny9KlX1mmSg&s=19

Idk but to me its weird considering that last year she was marry the man of her dream? Like i never married before but is it makes sense?

And about that she spend six months in portugal was mostly just fandom (especially the one that believe the marriage was fake) speculation cause there is no clear proof of that statement. She and chris themself stating that she is living in the state now. And about the apartment in Lisbon there is an article saying that they buy a property there, so its their place. Which makes sense if they buy a property there considering that she us from there. And lastly about the sighting, you cant really see his hand so you cant really tell if he wore his ring or not. It just the fandom that want them to get divorce

Yeah very true, I think the fandom just WANTS them to be divorced.

[nancydrewwouldnever]

The Rolling Stone review tore Ghosted apart uh oh...🫣 (but they didn't lie, honestly.) 😬

My curiosity got the better of me.

👀

"Sadie runs into Cole (Chris Evans) at a farmer’s market to Portugal. The Man’s “Feel It Still,” which has been played-the-fuck-out for years. He’s peddling homemade honey, and is so forgetful that he puts AirTags on everything. His grief is of the more trivial variety: he was recently dumped for being “too needy,” as his pal puts it. He spots Sadie buying potted flowers and makes a beeline (sorry) for her. When Sadie informs him that her job takes her out of town for weeks at a time, Cole proceeds to relentlessly neg her, ranting that he refuses to be the “accomplice to a crime” because she’d likely kill it out of neglect, and offers up a mini cactus instead (more on this later). Sadie leaves in a huff, because Cole seems like a colossal dickhead, though an onlooker informs him that their “sexual tension was off the charts” (reader, it most surely was not), leading Cole to leap in front of her car in the parking lot, causing her potted plant to crack and cover the backseat of her car in soil. This is all seen as endearing instead of creepy and annoying, so she asks him to coffee as Wilco’s “Love Is Everywhere (Beware)” plays (get it?!)."

And it just keeps going from there....

"I suppose the comedy here lies in the notion that this has probably never happened to blue-eyed, buff, swinging-dick, People’s Sexiest Man Alive, Captain America himself Chris Evans, and that he has probably been the one who’s engaged in said behavior on the regular."

OMG, they even got his dick in there.

[kathlare]

a flight to barcelona

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Lando and Amelie share a late-night call, basking in the comfort of their easy conversation despite the miles between them. Just as he resigns himself to another stretch of time apart, Amelie surprises him with news that changes everything—she’s coming to Barcelona.

Wordcount: 1.0 k

Warnings: none

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April 29th, 2021 - Portimão, Portugal

Lando lay on his hotel bed in Portugal, phone pressed against his ear as he listened to Amelie’s voice on the other end of the call. It was late—way too late considering he had an early start tomorrow—but he didn’t care. He’d rather deal with the exhaustion than hang up on her.

—You sound tired,— Amelie murmured, her voice soft and familiar.

He closed his eyes, exhaling deeply. —Because I am. Been a long fucking day.—

—You should sleep then.—

—Not until you hang up first.—

She let out a quiet laugh. —That’s stupid.—

—You’re stupid,— Lando shot back, a smirk tugging at his lips.

She gasped dramatically. —Rude.—

—You’ll live.—

A comfortable silence settled between them, the kind that didn’t feel heavy or awkward. Just easy. This was what he missed the most—late-night calls where they’d talk about nothing and everything all at once. It was the only time they really felt close despite the thousands of miles between them.

Amelie sighed. —Wish you were here.—

Lando ran a hand through his hair, staring at the ceiling. —You and me both, love. Barcelona’s next week though… maybe then?—

—Maybe.— Amelie’s voice was hesitant, and Lando immediately caught onto it.

His brow furrowed. —What’s with the ‘maybe’? You either come or you don’t, Amelie.—

—Jesus, Lando, aggressive much?— she teased, but there was something underneath her words that he couldn’t quite place.

—You know I get my hopes up too easily when it comes to you.—

Silence.

He could hear her shifting on the other end, probably lying down like he was.

—You’re right,— she admitted quietly. —I don’t wanna say I’ll be there and then something happens and I can’t make it.—

Lando let out a breath, pressing his lips together. She wasn’t wrong. That was kind of their thing—getting excited about seeing each other just for schedules to get in the way. And every single time, it hurt like hell.

—Alright,— he said, though he wasn’t happy about it. —No promises, then. But I hope you figure something out.—

—Yeah.—

Another silence.

Lando was just about to tell her he really should sleep when his phone vibrated in his hand. He glanced down at the screen and felt his heart stop.

A message from Amelie.

An email attachment.

Barcelona, Spain (BCN) Arrival - May 2nd, 2021 | 13:45

Lando sat up so fast he almost got dizzy.

—Amelie. What the fuck is this?—

A giggle burst through the speaker. —It’s called a flight ticket, Lando. Ever heard of one?—

His mouth opened and closed, trying to process what he was looking at. —You’re coming?—

—Mhm.—

—You’re actually coming?—

She laughed again. —That’s usually what buying a plane ticket means, yeah.—

Lando felt a wide grin stretch across his face, his entire body flooding with excitement. —Holy shit. You’re coming!—

—Surprise!—

—You little shit, you were gonna make me suffer the whole week thinking you weren’t!—

—That was the plan, yeah.— He could hear the smirk in her voice. —Figured I owed you one for the amount of times you’ve annoyed me.—

Lando was too damn happy to care. He flopped back against the bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to wipe the stupid grin off his face.

—So you’re taking a week off?— he asked, just to be sure this wasn’t some cruel joke.

—Yeah. Needed a break. Figured there was no one I’d rather spend it with than you.—

His chest ached at that. The good kind of ache. The kind that reminded him why he put up with the late nights, the missed chances, the constant waiting.

She was worth it.

—You have no idea how happy you just made me, love.—

—Oh, I have an idea.—

Lando was still grinning like an idiot, shaking his head as he stared at the flight details on his screen. He read them over at least three more times, just to make sure it wasn’t some kind of cruel hallucination caused by exhaustion.

—You are such a little shit for not telling me sooner,— he muttered, but there was no heat behind it.

Amelie giggled. —But wasn’t it a nice surprise?—

—Yeah, yeah, whatever.— He exhaled, rubbing his face with his free hand. —You’re really gonna be in Barcelona in a few days? I don’t have to bribe Verstappen into stealing Red Bull’s jet to come kidnap you?—

—Tempting, but no. I’ll get there all by myself, thank you very much.—

Lando shook his head, still unable to believe it. They had talked so much about spending time together, but life always got in the way. For once, it wasn’t. For once, she was choosing to be there.

—How the fuck did you even pull this off? I thought your schedule was impossible.—

—It is.— Amelie let out a small sigh. —But I begged. Pulled a few favors. Guilt-tripped my manager a little bit. You know, the usual.—

Lando smirked. —You’re scary when you’re determined, you know that?—

—Yeah, well, you’re worth it, Norris.—

Lando felt his stomach flip at her words, and he had to physically stop himself from kicking his feet like a lovesick teenager. He rolled onto his side, gripping his phone tighter.

—So, a whole week, huh? Just me and you?— His voice dipped slightly, teasing, but there was something else in it too—something softer.

—Mhm.—

—What about Benny and Björn? Who’s gonna deal with their bullshit while you’re gone?—

—Alex is staying at my place to take care of them.—

Lando snorted. —Alex is gonna get murdered by Björn within the first twenty-four hours.—

—That’s his problem, not mine.—

Lando laughed, shaking his head. —Remind me to send him a farewell card.—

Amelie giggled. —He’ll survive. Probably.—

Lando fell silent for a moment, just listening to her breathe on the other end of the line. He could already picture it, Barcelona, the two of them, finally together without worrying about stolen moments or hurried goodbyes. Just them.

—You’re really coming.— It wasn’t a question this time. Just quiet disbelief.

—Yeah, I am.—

He let out a breath, pressing his forehead against the pillow. —I’ve missed you, Amelie.—

—Missed you too.—

Lando smiled, eyes fluttering shut. He didn’t care that he had to wake up in a few hours. He didn’t care about anything else at all. Because for once, they had time.

And this time, she wasn’t just a phone call away.

She was coming home.