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Co Parents To Lovers Again (part 3)
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader
Warnings: fluff, smut this is the last part so I hope you enjoy it!!
part 2
It would be an understatement to say that Charles was over the moon when you and Louise showed up in the paddock on the race day. He was so delighted and happy that he had a hard time hiding it, and everyone present could see it.
He didn't separate from Lou, and he thanked you several times for bringing her and for coming with her telling you how much that meant to him.
Of course, you both attracted the attention of all the media, knowing that tomorrow the main news on the internet will be how Charles' ex-girlfriend appeared with his daughter in the paddock for the first time after a full year since the breakup.
The cameras were everywhere, but having learned from previous experiences, you decided to ignore them and pretend they didn't exist. All you were focused on was giving your daughter an unforgettable weekend and supporting Charles as well.
Lou got hungry so you and Charles decided to get her something to eat at the Ferrari hospitality. Lou didn't know what she wanted to eat, so Charles decided to leave his things at your table, including his phone, and said he would go with her to the restaurant to choose. While Lou went with Charles, you sat down at the table and scrolled through your phone waiting for them to come back.
âAm I seeing things or is it really y/n?â A very familiar voice asked you, making you look up from your phone.
âCarlos!â You smiled from ear to ear as you stand up to hug him.
âItâs been some time since Iâve seen you in the paddock. How come youâre here?â He asks curiously.
âLou had a hard time accepting that she wouldn't be spending this weekend with her dad, so...yeah, here we are.â
âOh man, heâs gonna beat my ass on the track today..â Carlos says shaking his head.
âWhat do you mean?â You laugh a little unsure of what heâs talking about.
âHe always gives 110% on the track when Lou is there to support him, I can only imagine what itâll be like today when you are there too.â
The two of you started catching up talking about what was new in your lives, what wasn't, and so on, until Carlos commented on Charles and Lou's relationship, saying that he really loves spending time with her and that he talks about her nonstop.
âShe loves spending time with him too, he is her soulmate Iâm sure.â You commented.
âAnd what about you? Is he your soulmate too?â Carlos asked catching you off guard.
Both you and Charles were close to Carlos and he pretty much knew everything about you and your relationship. He was also very angry with you when you broke up because he thought it was a bad decision and that you should have worked on your relationship and not give up on it so easily.
âI-I..â As you were trying to think of an answer to his question, at that very moment the screen of Charles's phone, which he had left on the table in front of you, lit up.
What caught your attention wasn't the notification he received, but your eyes got stuck on the wallpaper on his lock screen. It was a picture of you and Lou that Charles had taken shortly after you had given birth and came home from the hospital. You were lying on the bed and Lou was lying on your chest while you kissed her head.
It was a picture that was very dear to both you and Charles, and he had it as his wallpaper since the day he took it, and what surprised you the most was that he still had it to this day. Even though you were no longer together, he never changed it.
Carlos noticed what you were staring at and he basically took it as an answer to his question although he had already knew it.
âUncle Carloss!!â Lou screamed with her mouth full of pizza as Charles carried her in his arms over to the table where Carlos and you were sitting.
âHola, hermosa! Did you get hungry?â Carlos chuckled squeezing her cheek.
âOut of all the possible foods you can think of, my baby chose pizza.â Charles laughed sitting her down on the chair next to you.
You were completely lost in your thoughts and didn't even pay attention what the three of them were talking about. All you could think about was the picture you saw on Charles's phone and how you were getting closer to confessing your still deeply held feelings for him.
And of course today was just as Carlos said it would be. Not only did Charles beat Carlosâ ass on the track, but he also beat all the other drivers by proudly and deservedly taking P1. He couldn't let the win slip through his fingers in front of the two most important people in his life so he fought extra hard for it today.
When it was time to celebrate, your eyes filled with tears at how proud you were of him. First he celebrated with the team, then his eyes searched for you and Lou.
âYou wanna congratulate daddy, baby?â You asked her and she nodded excitedly.
You pushed your way towards Charles with her in your arms and when you reached him he instantly hugged her and kissed her on the forehead.
âGood job, daddy!â She said.
âThank you, baby. This one was for you.â He told her kissing her once again.
âCongratulations, Charles. Weâre really proud of you.â You say softly smiling at him tears threatening to run down your cheeks.
âThank you, y/n. Thank you for being here.â He said looking deep into your eyes.
The cameras went crazy over your family moment, closely capturing every interaction between you. It won't be until the next day when you see one of the taken photos of the two of you that it will become completely clear to you how your eyes are betraying you and showing how deeply and obviously in love you are with each other.
When the day was coming to an end, you didn't stay in the paddock any longer, but immediately got on the plane and flew to Monaco, all three of you together. Lou was completely exhausted and when you landed she was already asleep. Charles didn't offer but instead insisted on driving you to your apartment no matter how tired he was.
Charles, carefully so as not to wake her, carried her in his arms into her room and put her to bed. He kissed her goodnight before closing the door and going into the living room thinking he would say goodnight to you too.
âSheâs sleeping like a log.â Charles chuckles quietly as he stands in front of you.
âPoor thing, she was so tired. She passed out as soon as we sat in the plane.â
âBut I'm glad you came. Both of you. It really meant a lot to me to have you there.â
âIâm glad too. We had a lot of fun. Maybe we can come again sometime.â You say making him smile.
âAnytime you wantâ He says feeling that the conversation is slowly coming to an end. He wants to continue it so bad, but he knows that both of you are tired and with a heavy heart he has to leave, even though he would rather lie in bed with you now and hold you close to him all night.
âOkay, Iâm gonna go now. Itâs getting really late.â He says running his hand nervously through his hair while you bite the inside of your cheek so desperately wanting him to ask you if he can stay. âSee you soon, yeah? Good nightâ
Before he turns around to head for the door, you decide that enough is enough. There have been so many obvious signs by now that it's not over between you and that you're still madly in love with each other that you don't want to waste another second being stubborn, but rather surrender to the moment and finally enjoy it.
âOr you can stay the night here..you know..i-if you want toâ You blurt out stuttering the last part.
He turns slowly towards you. His expression is unreadable until he places his hands on your cheeks and asks you âDo you want me to stay?â
Without much hesitation, you nod your head and quietly say âI do.â
Initially, it was as if you were afraid to approach each other, as if you were afraid of each other's reaction even though both of you were hoping that the desire was mutual. Then his lips slowly and cautiously began coming closer and closer to yours.
At first, your lips just brushed, pulling back a little, and then they connected into a long, passionate and deep kiss that you both had been eagerly waiting for.
You felt like a huge weight had been lifted off your shoulders as you let out deep breaths in relief you didn't even know you were holding in.
Things were moving quickly and you didn't waste any time getting to your bedroom. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he picked you up and without breaking the kiss, carried you into the room and laid you down on the bed.
Exhaustion was long forgotten when you took each other's clothes off and started kissing every part of each otherâs body.
âI missed you, I missed you so much you donât even knowâ He said into the kiss, barely catching his breath from the intense excitement he felt.
âI missed you too, Charlesâ You half whisper as he pushes into you and one tear rolls down the side of your face.
It felt so good. He felt so good inside you, fit so perfectly like he was made for you. He wanted to make love to you, to show you how much he cares about you so he kept going on and on making your legs shake so many times throughout the night, kissing every inch of your body, pulling you closer to him to calm you down, breathing in your scent and getting lost in your eyes.
âIâm gonna cum, babyâ His voice trembled as he rested his forehead against yours and pulled his cock out of you cumming all over your stomach, hands free, then pushing himself back in and wincing.
You fell asleep with him holding you close all night. His arms were hugging you so tightly, as if he was afraid that if he let go even just for a second, he would wake up and it would all be just a dream.
The morning sun's rays didn't let you sleep past eight, so you spontaneously woke up together still in the same position you fell asleep in.
âGood morning ma cherieâ He said with a kiss to your lips.
âMorning babyâ You smiled caressing his cheek with your thumb. âDid you sleep well?â
âMhm, very wellâ He murmurs against your skin. âAnd you?â
âMe too. I haven't slept this peacefully in a long time.â
âYeah, baby?â
âYeahâ You glance at the clock out of the corner of your eye and see that it's almost time for Lou to wake up. âOh shit, Charles you need to leave, Lou is about to wake upâ You say nervously, which completely confuses Charles.
âWhat? What do you mean I need to leave? Why canât she know that Iâm here?â
âIt's not that she canât know itâs just that I want us to take it slow this time. I'm afraid of screwing this up because it feels so good and so right and I don't know if I could handle us hurting each other again.â You sigh as you explain your reasons to him. âAnd most of all, I don't want to break Lou's heart.â
He pauses for a moment to think about what you just said and realizes that it makes sense and that you're right. âOkay, baby. Donât worry weâll take things slow to make it right this time.â After all, he just wants to fulfill all your wishes and wants to make you happy with whatever you want. âSo when do I get to see you again?â He asks and you laugh at his silly question. âWhat?â He asks confused.
âIt's funny that you ask me that. You can see us whenever you want. It's just for a short time until we see how things develop and then of course we'll live together again.â
âI canât wait for that.â
Soon he got out of the bed and got dressed. He kissed you barely breaking away from you before heading out of the bedroom. The door to Lou's room was open and so he walked slowly on his tiptoes, not wanting to wake her up.
But he realized that was in vain when, passing by her room, he heard âDaddy?!â He stopped in his tracks, squeezing his eyes shut and cursing quietly under his breath.
Sheâd already seen him and he couldn't leave now or get out of the situation in any way, so he decided to go into her room and say good morning to her.
âHey, baby. Good morningâ
âWhat are you doing here?! Did you sleep here?!â She didn't know what to ask him first from how happy she was that it was morning and he was there.
When the two of them appeared at your bedroom door, it was clear to both you and Charles that from that moment on, you were all living together again.
âHi thereâ Charles said holding her in his arms and looking at you.
You didn't say anything, you just covered your face with your hands and started laughing before you uncovered the quilt and said "come here, both of you"
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Ok, it was basically a request where the batboys brought their significant other as their date to a gala for the first time, they leave for a second (to get drinks or go to the bathroom or something to that end) and when they come back the see their S/O being harassed by a group of socialite women that keep talking about how they canât believe someone like the batboy is with such a plain little nobody. That was the gist of it. Sorry đŁ
I kinda made Timâs as bit different than requested, but I couldnât help but see him grill an entire household and their business ventures. Then again I kinda took creative liberties with all of them.
Dick
Is the type to put on an extremely strained smile across his face as he puts his arm over your shoulders.
âWhatâs wrong my love, why the saddened face?â He asks you sweetly, intentionally ignoring the rich and powerful in front of you both.
âOh donât worry yourself withâŚthat thing dear Richard, theyâre too emotional to be in a room with people they could only dream of being in the presence of. I wouldnât get so close to it if I were you, you might catch their filth.â One of them sneered and Dickâs jaw tensed in agitation as his eyes remained on you.
âDo you wanna leave?â He says in a whisper as he wipes a tear away from your cheek, lightly pinching it in hopes of seeing you smile at him.
âYes please, I want to go home and be with Hayley.â You whispered back, griping his arms tightly, thankful that his body blocked out the rich people that were berating you. Dickâs face softened as he kissed the top of your head, hoping of giving you some form of comfort in your time of distress, before looking back at the rich people with a faux grin.
âIf you please excuse us, my lovely sweetheart, my beloved cutie and my forever lover wishes to leave this drab place and who am I to deny my love of her wishes, for I shall wait on them hand and for forever if it pleases them so because between you and me?â He then leans close to them. âYou donât have the heart to sacrifice everything for the one you love, if you even have hearts in the first place. You posses no freedom and no personality whatsoever for anyone to love nor adore, them however?â He points towards you as you look at him with a small smile, a smile so sweet that Dick couldnât help but smile back.
âThey are my everything. I couldnât think about living without them, not when theyâve donât nothing but be kind and respectful of me and my time. I donât deserve them but neither does this city, theyâre an angel in human skin that I wish to worship as long as theyâll let me.â You could feel your cheeks burn at his words as your smiles widened at the twinkle of love within his gorgeous eyes. Dick had a way with words unlike any other and despite being on the receiving end of them for a while now, you still find yourself becoming alight with emotions because of him.
âSo if youâll excuse me kindly.â Dick says as he takes your hand and walks you both out of the door where he stops to look at you with concern.
âI am so sorry you had to deal with them, apparently money makes someone feel entitled to speaking on someone elseâs relationship.â Dick spat as he glared at the grand double doors and you touched his cheek, making him melt into your touch, kissing your palm.
âItâs okay Dickie bird, letâs just forget this night and go home, get out of these clothes and into some comfy pyjamas and cuddle on the couch as we watch soaps.â You say as you attempt to calm him down from his passionate outburst and declaration of love, which seems to work as Dickâs eyes twinkled with excitement.
âCan we wear the matching pyjamas that I got us and Hayley?â He asks and you couldnât help but kiss his lip, finding him too adorable in this moment in time, which is something of a occurrence as youâd soon find as you reflect back on your relationship. âOf course my sweetie, of course we can wear matching pyjamas.â You replied and Dick cheered as he leaned to kiss you fully on the lip, his happiness having been contagious as you smiled into the kiss.
Damian
Wishes Bruce didnât confiscate the sword from him.
Heâs the type who can silence anyone with a single fucking glare. So when he sees that you, his beloved, was being harassed by the elitist snobs.
Heâs quick to step in and start berating them himself, all dignity and respect has gone out the window for these cretins donât deserve an ounce of it as far as he was aware. âI donât believe that my relationships are your concern,â he begins, âyouâre not kin and thus shouldâve learned at an early age that not every topic of interest requires your out of touch input.â
âWha-â they tried to say but Damian was back on them with another verbal assault.
âAlso I could hear you from across the room, didnât your parents or paid teacher teach you about volume control? or did they get paid extra to not say a thing in fear your fragile little ego gets crushed under the harsh truth?â Damian then spits out as he feels you clinging onto his back, which only fuels his need to berate these vile people as karma.
Damian would be their karma if it was the last thing he did.
The rich people chocked on air, not knowing what to say as it was hard to do so when Damian was staring them down, wanting them to say something, anything so that he could verbally beat them down until they submit. He lives for a verbal spat but unfortunately the people whom heâs up against have never had to fight for their honour and dignity, they just paid people to shut up or have people who encourage their pathetic, self entitled behaviour.
âEnough, donât hurt yourself trying to think with whateverâs behind those pompous eyes of yours.â Damian sneered as he looks to you with a soft look. âLetâs go my beloved, I have already informed my father of the situation and has Alfred come pick us up to take us back to the manor.â He says softly as he takes your hand in his as you both began walking away form the group of gobsmacked rich folks, a sight to behold truly as those entitled Individuals love nothing more then the sound of their own voice.
âWhyâd you do that?â You asked and Damian looked at you as though you grew a second head.
âDo what? Defend your honour, is that not what a lover is meant to do?â He says with a raised brow and you couldnât help but feel a little silly, of course Damian would defend your honour to the death but still insecurities tend to make you forget his undying loyalty.
âYouâre right Iâm sorry, Iâm just being a little stupid.â You replied as you downcast your eyes to the floor and Damian stopped to lift your head up by your chin as his emerald eyes glint with concern. âDo not heed their words my treasure, for they lack a love that isnât in due to money. Ours is genuine, if thereâs anyone who has to fear for our relationship it is me for I am not the easiest to deal with at times.â Damian admits as he lets go of your chin.
âThatâs not true.â You retorted, holding his cheek in your free hand, caressing his cheek. âYouâre perfect the way you are! A work in progress in being even more beautiful than before and Iâm happy to be by your side and watch you grow into an amazing person dami.â You add as you kiss his cheek, making him smile softly as he rubs against your hand.
âSee, this is what Iâm talking about.â Damian says softly. âYou are perfection, a being beyond words and Iâd be a fool if I didnât treasure you entirely.â
Jason
Thatâs it, youâre leaving.
Jason tried to be civil but itâs hard to be civil with out of touch, tone deaf, Botox having, plastic surgery abusing, elite snobs that couldnât fucking lace their own shoes because their filthy money had that be someone elseâs job.
Heâs not fucking staying and neither are you to deal with verbal abuse by people who single handedly have run Gotham into the ground with their shady tactics, personally funding the corrupt police officers, police officers that dare spout words like âprotect and serveâ as though they know the meaning of the fucking word.
Heâs marching over to you and grabbing your hand, intertwining your fingers together as heâs walking you both out of the room, leaving the elites to talk amongst themselves as he guided you outside where thankfully no elite snob can eavesdrop on either of you.
âAre you okay?â He asks you as he holds your face between his hands.
âNo⌠I want to go home.â You admitted, their words cutting deeper than youâd ever think imaginable.
Jason felt anger flowing through his veins but he knew that you needed him more then ever at this moment, so shouting at some elite snobs can wait for another day, you were his highest priority as he brought you into his chest and kissing your head. âThen weâre going home.â He says with certainty.
âWhat about Bruce?â You asked, looking at him with tearful eyes, not wanting their relationship to fracture just as it was slowly starting to mend.
Jason shrugged, uncaring of what the old man would think, you got insulted and he wasnât going to let it slide in the slightest. âFuck Bruce, youâre what matters to me.â Jason says as he kisses your nose, cheeks and lips softly before resting his head against yours. âNow letâs ditch this place and go get ourselves some burgers, how does that sound chipmunk?â
You chuckled. âCan we get some fries too.â
âOf course we can, whatever my sweetheart desires.â Jason replies as he takes your hand again, this time leading you both out of the grand building in a quest to satiate your feelings with the most greasiest of foods.
Tim
Has the most dirt on the elite in my eyes.
Every scandal, every controversy, every crime theyâve committed and gotten away with by covering it up. He has a file as thick as a book on them and heâs not afraid to use it.
And needless to say that the idea to destroy their reputation was more then tempting then ever when he sees that your being harassed. So when he confronts them on their behaviour, he gets really cryptic about how much he actually knows about these people to such an intimate level.
âI know what you did.â Heâd say.
âWhat are you on about?â Theyâd ask, thinking this was all a bit to make them laugh.
âFriday 12th, 12:55am. The incident that cost workers their lives, families whom of which youâve failed to compensate for who are now threatening to take you to court before you dealt with them in hush money. All just so it doesnât leak to the press that you knew what you were dealing with was highly unstable and willingly let those workers in unstable and dangerous working conditions.m Tim watches as their faces drop, preparation visible on their foreheads and he continues on, feeling you squeeze his arm.
âOnly to end up illegally selling the product to unground crime syndicates to make ends meet in due to how much money youâve initially lost.â Tim then says in response, watched as their faces become unsettlingly pale as they excuse themselves while exiting the room.
Heâll say or this or just say âthey are after what theyâre owed.â And leave it at that.
Once heâs satisfied that heâs silenced them and damaged their egos, he looks to you with concerned eyes. âAre you okay lovely?â He asks you as he sees just how small youâve made yourself because of them.
âIâm fine Tim thanks to you.â You said as you hugged him tightly, kissing his cheek as he pats your back before rubbing it soothingly. â I thought they wouldnât shut up, or follow me whether I went just to degrade me for walking or whether else they could degrade me for.â You add as you burrowed your head into his neck, wanting to forget this had ever happened.
âAll you need to remember is that theyâre more flawed and easier to expose, you however,â Tim kisses your temple, tightening his hold, âare more then they could ever comprehend and have more heart and soul then they do and I couldnât be prouder to be your partner. Thank you for choosing me.â He finished.
âIâd choose you every time Tim.â You replied.
âThen expect me to do the same bedside thereâs no one else Iâd rather have them you.â Tim promised as you stayed in this embrace for a good while before deciding to leave and watch your favourite show on his laptop for comfort.
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respect || alexia putellas x reader ||
You go back to Alexia after taking some space with the hope to reconcile.
You were absolutely fuming. Alexia had a way of acting like a complete dumbass sometimes. What should have been a nice night out with the team turned into something much more complicated. You wanted to have a good time and enjoy yourself, but then Alexia got jealous. She had a bad habit of getting jealous, and you had finally reached your limit.
It had been over a week and a half since the incident, and you were still pissed. You had seen Alexia since then, but you were wildly good at ignoring her at practice. The two of you lived together, but you hadn't been home since that night. Alexia was hurting, and you were also struggling, but you needed to prove your point.
In the time that you'd been away, you had practically flocked to your older sister. Marta loved you, and she would always take care of you, even if it strained her own relationship a little. You and Caroline were pretty close friends, but it was a little overwhelming for her to live with two very outgoing Spanish women. You knew that you were getting close to the end of your stay, even if you weren't quite ready to face Alexia again.
"Nena, I think that it is time you go back home for a bit. Not a single thing you're wearing right now actually belongs to you." There was a teasing lilt to your sister's voice, but you knew that she was serious. Behind her, you could see Caro standing in the hallway. She seemed a bit more anxious than normal, the kind that came with a certain air of guilt. "I can take you back in a bit."
"It's fine, I'll call a cab," you told her. Marta frowned as she watched you pack up your things. She hadn't meant that you had to leave immediately, but you definitely seemed to take it that way. You weren't mad at her, not really, but Marta knew that it would be a good idea to steer clear of you for the rest of the week.
You had always been very passionate, and with that came a lot of different feelings. Marta knew how hard it could be for you to calm down. Something seemingly small would stay with you for so long, and despite all of the work you had done to stop that habit, you could never quite shake it.
Marta sighed as you seemed to be gone before she could really stop you. A part of her wondered if she had made the right decision sending you away so early. She knew that things with Alexia could potentially get much worse, especially if Alexia was mad at you for stepping away for so long. Marta hadn't ever seen the two of you fight, but she had been there to pick up some of the pieces in the aftermath. Things between you and Alexia were generally pretty good, even if both of you were beyond stubborn.
Alexia's car was gone when your ride dropped you off. Your car was in the garage, so Alexia always parked hers outside, despite it being the nicer vehicle. It was just one of the many things that Alexia did to take care of you. You could be a bit tempermental, but Alexia always tried her hardest to take care of you. It wasn't a good thought, but slowly, you began to wonder if you'd be able to find someone else who was willing to do that.
"Why are you sitting outside? You're getting burned," Alexia said as she ran over towards you. For a moment, you thought she was going to pull you out of the chair, but she skidded to a stop before she could touch you.
"I've been gone for a while, and I wasn't really sure whether you'd want me to come inside after everything," you told her. Alexia scoffed at that as she pulled you into a hug. "I'm sorry that I ran away, I just didn't want the fight to get worse. Please forgive me."
"You did the right thing. I was mad at first, but sometimes I forget how we go back and forth. You'd give me space if I wanted it, and sometimes, I need to remember to give it to you too. I was completely out of line for how I acted that night, and I am sorry, so please forgive me," Alexia pleaded with you. She held you in the hug to keep you from seeing her cry, but you could feel the tears begin to soak through the collar of the shirt you were wearing.
"Of course I forgive you, Ale," you told her. Alexia's body sagged down a bit as she relaxed in your arms. "Can we go inside now please?"
Alexia nodded as she wrapped her arm around your waist. You let her stay tucked against you as the two of you went inside. Alexia only let go of you once you were inside to go back out and grab your bag for you. You went straight into the bedroom to shower and change into clothes that were actually yours as Alexia started a load of laundry and called to order lunch for the two of you.
"I know that we kind of made up already, and I do not want to upset you, but I think we need to talk about what happened. Could we try to do that in a calm manner?" Alexia asked you. You nodded as you made room for her to sit with you on the bed. You knew that Alexia really didn't want to fight because she had brought the takeout to you instead of leaving it in the living room for later. "Will you please go first? I'd like to know what exactly happened that upset you so much."
"You embarrassed me in front of everybody. It's hard enough for the team to see me as my own person. I've been Marta's baby sister, then I was your girlfriend, and right when I started to feel like me, you showed everybody different," you told her. Alexia's face softened as she listened to you explain your feelings. She had never really thought about things like that before. You had always just been (Y/n) to her, but as she thought about it, the more she realized that she saw many people refer to you in regards to someone else.
"Yes, you're Marta's sister and my girlfriend, but that's not all you are. It isn't anybody else's fault that the world doesn't understand your value. I forget that not everybody knows you like I do, so I am sorry for stepping in the way I did. You know how I get, but if you're willing to be patient, I will work on being better," Alexia promised you. There was never going to be a world where you wouldn't give Alexia a second chance.
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your next partner (PAC)
hello beautiful creatures! i'm excited to be back with another pick-a-card reading. i've been feeling romantic lately, so here goes a reading regarding your next partner. hope you enjoy it!
as usual, pick the picture that you feel most connected or drawn towards (pile 1 - up and left / pile 2 - up and right / pile 3 - down and left / pile 4 - down and right)
happy reading!
#pile 1
wheel of fortune - eight of wands - knight of cups - six of swords - seven of coins
when i started to shuffle for this pileâs reading, âso high schoolâ by taylor swift started playing, so maybe that means something to you. although this is a person i think youâve known for a while, the wheel of fortune here shows a new stage of this relationship, and paired with the eight of wands this shows a period of excitement, passion - the typical honeymoon phase we all go through once we start a relationship. maybe you have been through a rough period emotionally, things havenât been great for either one of you, and here comes a calmer time, youâll have someone to rely on thatâll help you with all the love in the world. this relationship seems ideal, but there are a few cards here that advice making an effort to communicate correctly with each other.Â
when i asked about the appearance of this person i got freckles! i also see that this person has a baby face or is a pretty childish person, someone with a lot of energy. i feel like they have lighter hair as well. you can also expect this to happen literally at any moment now! this is something that is already happening and in the works.Â
#pile 2
the hanged man - queen of cups - knight of cups - six of coins - nine of cups
âonly loveâ by ben howard started playing when i started writing, and i feel like thatâs how this connection feels like! this is someone new in your life, and your day to day will start to feel like this song. with the hanged man opening this reading i feel like this is someone who came in to change your perspective and opinions about love, and even about self love - but this card also tells you to be patient and advises not to rush into new relationships without being sure first, as not everyone will fit you. love is definitely on the horizon, just wait for it to come to you, as someone who is willing to listen to you and that will offer you all the attention you need is on the way. the six of pentacles here is asking you to give without expecting anything back, it advises you to be generous with yourself and the universe will be generous to you as well! a strong connection is comingÂ
when i asked about this person i got the five of coins, so this is probably someone who has gone through hard times and knows that feeling cared for is important. this is someone who has dark eyes, probably darker skinned as well.Â
when i asked for timing, i saw that the winter time may be of significance, but this still may take a while to come to you.Â
#pile 3
two of swords - ace of cups - six of coins - queen of swords - five of swords
wow, you may be indecisive regarding a relationship or taking a new step into a relationship, and you may be looking for advice. i think that this relationship has a great potential of being a safe space, somewhere youâll feel loved and supported. you may be indecisive because you donât want to lose your independence - but your partner understands how that is important to you and will respect it. thereâs an emphasis on the important of communication, as you may have problems due to a lack of it, and what i see here is that youâre struggling to make things official because youâre afraid - talk to them! have the scary conversation. they understand.Â
when i asked about appearance i got the emperor, which makes me think this is a person who has a lot of authority. i also think theyâre someone with dark eyes but lighter hair.Â
timing wise, regarding having a conversation or taking a new step, iâd say something will shift within the next ten days or the next two weeks.Â
#pile 4
three of coins - three of wands - six of cups - king of coins - page of wands
i think someone youâve had a crush on has looked your way! someone youâve liked for a while is now noticing you in a romantic light, or maybe someone you tried to have a relationship with in the past is back. whoever this person is, theyâre not 100% committed to you, they want to be your one and only. you may feel sparks, have a lot of passion and fun with this person, but you need to avoid being clingy or too jealous of this person, reminding you both how everyone needs space. the three of wands is an amazing card here, as it shows you good luck on your romantic choices.Â
i think this person takes a great care of their appearance, especially their hair.Â
i think this is going to become official in a few month, maybe around pisces season.
hope you enjoyed reading!
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lies and flights- o.piastri
pairing: oscar piastri x fem! Skyf1interviewer! reader
summary: you two have a moment, the moment ends, and so does something else...
part one | part two | part three | part four
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He sighed as he walked into the paddock, cameras all over him as question after question was thrown at him. He answered as many as were appropriate and off he went, signing hats and t-shirts as he went. He had so much to do, so much to get through before qualifying, yet all he could think about was you. He didnât mean to make it a big deal, he just wanted to take care of you. Youâd fainted, for godâs sake. He was worried about you.Â
He caught a glimpse of you walking in with Lando as he was filming some random content for one of the sponsor's instagram pages, and his mood sank lower than it already had been. You with Lando.Â
Itâs not like either of you had confessed, but youâd both felt the chemistry between the two of you, right? He finished up with filming and followed Tom into one of the meeting rooms, ready to look over data, when he (literally) bumped into you, sending you flying.Â
âShit, sorry,â he muttered as he caught you, holding you by the waist. âMy bad.â
You smiled. âSaving me two days in a row? You should be a bodyguard instead of a driver,â you chuckled. âThanks Osc.â
Landoâs jaw dropped when he heard you call him âOscâ, and a sense of pride bloomed in his chest. Osc was getting the girl! Lando sent him a quick thumbs up behind your back as he also held the camera.Â
âWhatâre you doing here?â Oscar asked, not yet letting go of you. His hands were so warm, radiating heat through your whole body and making you nervous. You had a love-hate relationship with interactions with Oscar. He made you so nervous, no matter what. Your years of media training and professionalism could get stripped back by one small chuckle, one small smile, making eye contact. It was embarrassing. You liked him so much, which was a separate can of worms itself, and he looked at you the same way he looked at everyone.
âMotorhome tour,â you explained, looking up at him. He couldâve sworn he saw something in your eyes, something that practically asked him to make a move, to kiss you here in front of everyone. Then it was gone just as quickly as it appeared, your professionalism taking precedence over your feelings. âMoving on,â you turned back to the camera as Oscar dropped his hands from your waist, allowing you to move on. âTo the driverâs rooms!â
He chuckled as he watched you and Lando run towards the other side of the motorhome, and Oscar started walking again, not unaware of the eyes Tom was giving him.Â
âYou two seem close,â he smirked. âThe shoes arenât a dealbreaker, no?â
He laughed. âWhy does everyone bring up the shoes?!â
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âCongratulations on P3, Judgy McJudgy Pants! How did the race feel?â you questioned. You were doing post-race interviews today, and Oscar had gone from P5 to P3.Â
âYeah, it was difficult but we kept a good pace, Max was just too fast to catch,â he nodded, his eyes staring into yours.Â
âIâm glad to hear, are you glad for the race to be over?â
He nodded, chuckling. âVery glad.â
âThe heat must be something else in those cars, on top of the regular heat. Does that make getting out of the car a lot more of a relief?âÂ
âIt does, but I was more excited about the interviewer,â he smirked. He was not doing this right now. He was not flirting with you on live television. You got the signal that the interview should end and you let out a quick breath of relief.Â
âWell thank you, but I in fact need to interview your fellow podium drivers, thanks for your time.â
Lando walked over, ready to take the mic and he smirked at Oscar. âGetting bold?â
He shrugged with a smile. âWhatâs the worst she can say?âÂ
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"Oscar Jack Piastri!" Nicole's voice rang out as he lifted his phone to his ear. "My son flirting with people on live television is not something I want to see."
He chuckled as he mother continued berating him, and they chatted about the race for a while, before he had to go to the airport. When he walked to his door, ready to leave, he wasn't expecting a knock at the door, nor was he expecting it to be you.
"Hey Y/n," he smiled. "How are you?"
"I'm good thank, you?" you were out of breath. Had you ran here?
"I'm great, thanks. Are you alright?"
You came in and closed the door behind you. "What are you playing at?"
"Excuse me?"
"The interviews, the pictures, everything. What are you doing?" you questioned.
"Isn't it obvious?" he chuckled. "I like you, like, like like you. I thought I made that clear?"
You grimaced and his heart sank.
"It's fine if you don't-"
"Oscar, no, just... it's kind of awful timing and we can't be together, right? That would never work, we hate each other, right?" you rationalised, willing him to agree with you.
As much as he wanted to scream and rip his hair out, he nodded, a flat smile on his face. "Exactly, that's why I was just joking."
You breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank God!" you chuckled. "Well, congratulations on the win and I'll see you in Qatar, thanks Osc."
"Bye," he smiled half-heartedly, then flung himself back on his bed when you left. You didn't like him back. And what did you mean by 'bad timing'? He spent his entire flight, awake and wondering about what you meant, and thinking over every interaction, wondering if he'd really just made it all up in his head.
But the way you looked at him, it couldn't just be platonic, right?
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yourusername: @.f1, you've been my home for many years and I love you, thank you for starting my career, but also for being my favourite series of motorsports since I was a little girl. But now @.skysports is branching out and I'm moving across the pond at the end of this season to cover @.Indycar and @.nascar ! I'll miss everyone so much, but I am so so so excited to see that the future will bring! 6 races left! (also sad to be missing the historic season that 2025 will be, but oh well!)
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danielriccardo: legend of the sport :) -> yourusername: looking in a mirror are we?
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mclaren: missing you already! đ§Ą
user72: guys... has anyone told oscar? -> user21: he must be so upset :( -> user92: yeah his best friend and his crush leaving F1 in the same year.
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logansargeant: CANT WAIT TO SEE YOU AGAIN đđđđ -> yourusername: ME NEITHER
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What. The. Fuck.
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Hi! I'd love to hear ur take on the whole Spirk Canon discussion going on right now as someone who's written licensed Trek books. Like besides the whole "did Unification 765874 make spirk canon" thing, is it even fair to talk about spirk being canon or not? What would it take for spirk to "be canon"? It strikes me as a very fandom-y (positive) way to interact with media, which is funny since k/s invented fandom culture. But at the same time ur Supernatural comparison was right on the money and paramount has been VERY weird about addressing their relationship in nutrek. What are ur thoughts??
First of all: Despite the excitement of any given moment, people need to be careful about mistaking anything I reblog without further-amplifying comment, on any subject, as necessarily implying agreement or approval. Lots of times I reblog things just to direct attention to them (and sometimes because I think they're funny).
"ur Supernatural comparison" was not mine. It was somebody else's. I reblogged it to direct attention to it. (And maybe I thought it was funny.)
...Also, wut iz dis "nutrek" u speak of? When you've been working in this universe for long enough, with the necessary perspective to look up and down the length of it without idiosyncratically-added heat... then all Trek is Trek. The spectrum along which its varying species all coexist is ever more complexly and interestingly braided than it once was, sure. But that's all. I've got enough on my plate at the moment not to have time to waste trying to force different aspects of Trek into cage fights with each other.
And: "Paramount"? Who is that, exactly? At the pointy end, all corporations are made up of people. Which ones are we talking about? Which production entities? Which creative teams? Which execs, working under whose supervising auspices, and when? Working with whose (character/worldview/policy) decisions, and for how long?
None of this stuff is simple to work out, and it's not helpful to try to come at it as if it's necessarily going to be easy to tease out who's doing what to whom. Briefly: it's normal for it to look weird. But donât mistake a Big Corporate Monolith for something actually monolithic.
Also, for the moment, ffs, let's all just step away from the business of defining what K/S and/or Spirk actually involves. Enough ink and electrons have been spilled over this whole spectrum of character relationship since the 1960s, and frankly, life's too short. Definitely too short to be trying to resolve it all in terms of something that dropped...when? About this time last night, or the night before? :) Jeeeez, people. Take a breath or three and let things settle.
So I don't think anybody needs to be hearing my deep cogitations about the new short film right now... because there aren't any. No question, Unification's beautiful to look atâand I've told Dave Blass he did nice work, about which i don't think there can be any possible doubt. (Not to mention the high-end technical aspects dealt with so seamlessly in such a small tight package, which have left my jaw on the floor.) The Giacchino score's also quite lovely, but that also is more or less a given.
As for everything else: I decline to spew opinion all over the joint until I've had a chance to assimilate what I've seen, and actually acquire a useful opinion from somewhere or other. Meanwhile, y'all just keep doing what you're all doing, and I'll go make some more tea. :)
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Critics Reactions to Jonathan Bailey's perfomance as Fiyero (Master Post)
âDancing Through Life,â on the other hand, is the adaptationâs biggest musical accomplishment. Although Wicked is primarily about the relationship between these two women, the charming prince Fiyero always threatens to steal the show, and never more so now that Bridgerton heartthrob Jonathan Bailey is playing him in a dazzling blue/gold suit. Setting this song in a library full of rotating, cylindrical shelves allows the dancers to really show off their moves, while Bailey succeeds at infusing the number with his personality as he flirts with men and women alike. Unless Wicked really hits big with the Academy, itâs unlikely that Bailey will score a Best Supporting Actor nomination at the Oscars, but surely he deserves some honor for being the sexiest actor on Earth at the moment â hope youâre taking notes for next year, PEOPLE! [x]
And Bailey, from his boot-toe book choreography to ovation-worthy gymnastics, is hoofing his way through every step of âDancing Through Life;â there will be deserved awards attention coming Grande and Erivoâs way for Wicked, and Bailey should be as much a part of the conversation. I canât remember the last time a performance was so instantly charismatic, the kind of movie-star heistâhe nearly runs away with the film during that musical numberâthat makes going to the cinema so exciting. [x]
A character I was worried about going into this. Jonathan Bailey, he plays Fiyero, who is this kind of just over the top cocky, flamboyant, kind of douchey, but in a fun way character. And thereâs just so much there that it could be really easy to mess up. And I didnât know that he was into song and dance performance, because Iâve only seen him in Bridgerton, so I didnât know what else was in his repertoire. But I feel like he absolutely crushed that character. You cannot help but love everything he does when heâs on screen. He nails it. [x]
Jonathan Bailey oozes sex appeal and charisma as Fiyero Tigelaar in an utterly swoon-worthy performance, unleashing his West End talents with the dazzling âDancing Through Lifeâ sequence that cements himself as a true superstar, while his chemistry with both Erivo and Grande is off the charts. [x]
I have to give Jonathan Bailey his freaking flowers. I thought he was going to be good. He got an Olivier award for Company and if you haven't, there is a video of him singing The Last Five Years from years agoâŚ.So I was like I think he's going to do a good job, he's also so charming and everybody loves him. I was not prepared to see what we got. The perfomance, the vocals, the gymnastics, the charm, the way he says 'you're perfect' is just engrained in my brain in the right way. And he's soâŚlike he would have chemistry with a chair, I'm convinced. Everyone in 'Dancing Through Life' is now pregnant and so am I. His entire arc of Fiyero being like the daft person and then becoming who he becomes is so clear and every choice, and look, nuances he hasâŚit is calculated but effortless. [x]
Jonathan Bailey delights in the supporting cast as her love interest Fiyero, also offering a fantastic interpretation of someone who hasnât been called upon too often to be serious but might be willing to give it a try. [x]
âDancing Through Lifeâ triumphantly translates the joy of seeing Wicked live: Dancers perform acrobatics in rotating circular bookshelves, Jonathan Bailey (who I swear has chemistry with every single person on the planet) taps his way across books with a flippancy perfectly suited to the charismatic prince Fiyero, and the ensemble works (and sings!) in harmony. [x]
Jonathan Bailey uncorks an outrageous scene-stealer as the heterocamp Fiyero, a performance to put alongside Cary Elwes in The Princess Bride. [x]
Chu's usual choreographer, Christopher Scott, delivers again with vibrant, inspired moves, particularly in the elaborate "Dancing Through Life," which takes place in the school's rotating, multilevel library. "Bridgerton" star Jonathan Bailey gets a chance to show off his musical theater background here, and he's terrifically charming as the glib Prince Fiyero, the object of both Elphaba and Galinda's romantic interests. [x]
The true surprise, even more than Grande, is Jonathan Bailey as Fiyero, the charming prince with hidden depths that both Galinda and Elphaba gravitate towards. Bailey has such a light comic touch to him and his performance of âDancing Through Lifeâ might be the best part of the movie, and the most ambitious set piece in the film. [x]
The true standouts are three-fold, with Grande, Erivo, and Bailey embracing the tonal shifts with unbridled glee. [âŚ] Fiyero has major bisexual vibes, and chemistry with every single character. Baileyâs take on âDancing Through Lifeâ lets the Olivier Award-winning actor unleash his sex appeal on a library full of unsuspecting Oz-ites. [x]
Jonathan Bailey adds renegade bravado as the devil-may-care Prince Fiyero, selling the character's journey from apathy to activism with aplomb. [x]
Elsewhere, British heartthrob Jonathan Bailey steals the show as the vain Prince Fiyero Tigelaar, a love interest for both young witches. Bailey effortlessly dances and sings his way through the filmâs most demanding musical numbers. [x]
It's Jonathan Bailey who threatens to steal the show though, instantly charming during Flyero's meet-cute with Elphaba. Anybody not swooning already will be with his excellent 'Dancing Through Life' number, Bailey's palpable charisma shining through the extended number which culminates in a reimagined Ozdust Ballroom. [x]
One more: Jonathan Bailey. His dashing Prince Fiyero is one charming prince, so cheeky that he will have boys and girls everywhere swooning. And swoon they do, within the film â itâs a small thing, and not to get all #RepresentationMatters about it, but I was delighted to see Wicked make very clear that both male and female Shiz students are equally lustful whenever Fiyeroâs around. There are some deliciously flirtatious moments between Fiyero and some guys during âDancing Through Life,â and it had me thinking about the fact that, for as fabulously gay as musical theater so often is, you donât usually see that kind of thing in a massive mainstream film. Kudos all around. [x]
The standout to me: Iâm going to go with Jonathan Bailey as Fiyero. He pops up into the film and immediately comes off so cocky, but so charming and likable. Just everybody he talks to, he has this fun rapport and chemistry with them, and just brings to life every scene that heâs in, whether it is just dialogue, joking, dramatic or his big dance number in the library. Heâs so good. And itâs one of those things where I am not super familiar with him outside of this, and you just see him and you go - man, that guy is a star, this guy is really good. [x]
And while Wicked is all about is two leading ladies, we must spare a moment or several for Jonathan Baileyâs virile, twinkly Fiyero, who quite literally leaps onto the screen on his horse while clad in tight britches and sturdy riding boots. Heâs charming in a way I never found the rather bland character to be onstage, bringing vibrancy to the role as a big screen heartthrob who tears up the floor (and library books) with his aggressive dancing. Now it makes sense that he could turn the head of both Glinda and Elphaba. A West End veteran himself, Bridgerton actor Bailey also boasts an exemplary voice â the casting directors truly spoiled fans here â and there are no exceptions made when every number is treated as a potential show-stopper. [x]
In terms of supporting performances, Baileyâs absolutely dashing and magnetic, giving a star-making performance â a la Rupert Everettâs in MY BEST FRIENDâS WEDDING. He lights up the screen as the object of romantic affection in screwball-esque scenes shared with Grande as much as he does during the library set number leading âDancing Through Life.â [x]
Bailey is a charming Fiyero, using all of his Bridgerton swagger in exactly the right ways. He arrives well into the term, a transfer student who has reached the end of the number of schools to be kicked out of. Fiyero is sometimes treated as a throwaway characterâthe generically hot love interest for two girls to feud over. But this Baileyâs Fiyero will not be so easily dismissed and his âDancing Through Life,â plays well when accented by talented professional dancers that make the entire scene pop. [x]
Then thereâs Jonathan Bailey, who manages to steal the show from his very entrance. Not since Dan Stevens first showed up in The Guest, or perhaps when Glenn Powell out-cruised Tom in Top Gun: Maverick, has there been this much tantalizing testosterone employed in such an effective way. Baileyâs bravura take on Fiyero Tigelaar, the Winkie Prince who sings about âDancing Through Life,â is by far one of Chuâs most accomplished moments of filmmaking, managing to make the character simultaneously seductive and disarmingly silly. Itâs also a moment in Wickedâs storytelling where thereâs fun to be had, and the massive sequence is absolutely a joy that by far exceeds the smaller scope of the on-stage presentation. [x]
Jonathan Bailey is so very âthat guy.â His Fiyero doesnât have the foppish facade of the original. His portrayal makes us aware heâs more complex than he appears from the moment we meet him and his talking horse, but as a Prince Charming, his rizz is high. Who wouldnât fall in love with Bailey (and who hasnât)? [x]
Bailey as Fiyero is the ultimate casting as the Lord becomes a Prince. He delves into Fiyeroâs shallowness and his moments between Elphaba and Galinda are so starkly different as Bailey plays into both relationships organically with wonderful chemistry between all three. [x]
Jonathan Bailey has a standout musical number with âDancing Through Life,â and he manages to have chemistry with everyone on screen as the handsome Fiyero. Heâs fiercely flirtatious and fun to watch. [x]
Jonathan Bailey could have chemistry with an inanimate object. That man absolutely shines in the role of Fiyero. [x]
But, itâs Baileyâs Fiyero (surprise!) who steals the movieâs second-best scene: the elaborately choreographed âDancing Through Life.â [x]
Galinda immediately sets her sights on Prince Fiyero (Jonathan Bailey, bringing an outstanding amount of Kenergy to his role). [âŚ] And there are certain sequences, specifically Galindaâs signature number âPopularâ and Fiyeroâs âDancing Through Lifeâ, where everything does click together nicely and the film suddenly sparks into life. [x]
Jonathan Bailey is absolutely swoony as the flirty Fiyero. While Wicked: Part One is just the beginning of his story, you can already see how Elphabaâs impact is starting to influence him to think more of others versus being shallow and self-consumed. [x]
Jonathan Baileyâs Fiyero is a joy to watch, and you can see in his physicality and the sparkle in his eyes who he is destined to become. Once we see him dance and sing, he sweeps everyone off their feet. [x]
Fiyero gets one of the filmâs most appealing numbers, brilliantly delivered by Bailey, âDancing Through Lifeâ, as the dashing Prince disturbs the peace of Shizâs library to entice his classmates to join him for an evening of fun at âthe most swankified place in townâ, the Ozdust Ballroom. With Bailey gleefully taking on Christopher Scott characterful, silky smooth, choreography, he goes on to offer us seductive glimpses of the more substantial man hiding behind his mask of superficiality. [x]
I canât say the word scene-stealer without talking about Jonathan Bailey as Fiyero. Give Jonathan Bailey awards, give him every role ⌠for being so amazing in this movie. He is just so effortlessly cool and charming and funny, but I love the heart that he gives certain moments ⌠Fiyero just lives with me now ⌠He enters this movie giving me one of my favourite performances. [x]
The supporting cast proves equally magnificent. Jonathan Baileyâs Fiyero exudes oodles of charisma and a strong voice, easily proving he can handle Christopher Scottâs limber choreography while simultaneously putting his own stamp on it. While his character plays a more major role in the second film, his introduction, through the stunning âDancing Through Lifeâ number, leaves a lasting impression and makes for a compelling counterpoint for both leading ladies. [x]
Not to be outdone, Jonathan Bailey of Bridgerton fame plays Fiyero. The heartthrob, almost brainless hunk, who arrives at Shiz and drives so many of the students crazy with lust. Now Baileyâs carefree, but passionate, and decisive in both singing and choreography. With his signature song âDancing Through Lifeâ, Bailey gets to showcase some awesome footwork, along with amazing vocals, for a scene that is just mesmerizing thanks to the energy and the camera work. [x]
That said, it's BRIDGERTON (2020) star Jonathan Bailey who winds up stealing most of the scenes he's in as the Prince, Fiyero Tigelaar. Bailey is fantastic as the Prince, bringing an entertaining sense of levity and delight to the film. This is to the point that Bailey's absence in the film's finale is quite noticeable, with the film feeling somewhat dull without his presence. [x]
Elsewhere, Jonathan Bailey is charismatic as the dumb-but-charming Fiyero, and thereâs a campness to his song-and-dance number, âDancing Through Lifeâ that will stir the loins in a whole range of viewers. [x]
One standout is Jonathan Bailey as Fiyero, the Winkie prince who quickly makes a mark on Shiz after his enrollment. Bailey is not only charming and funny throughout, but exudes an energy that many of the other supporting players simply lack. [x]
Supporting roles are strong too, most notably from Jonathan Bailey as Fiyero, full of bravado and fun, as well as a hefty dose of yearning â and fans of Bridgerton will know that no one does yearning like Bailey. His 'Dancing Through Life' is a blast but he's just as powerful in the film's quieter moments as his chemistry with Elphaba burns. [x]
As for the supporting cast, Bailey absolutely shines in his biggest film role to date. Much like Galinda, Fiyero is initially privileged and arrogant, but Bailey instils him with so much undeniable charm that you can easily understand why literally everyone at Shiz is falling under his spell. The seeds are sewn for Fiyero to open up in Part Two, but, for now, Bailey nails it as a seemingly one-dimensional hunk with hidden layers to explore. [x]
The filmâs biggest strength is its perfectly cast triple-threat performers â Cynthia Erivo as Elphaba Thropp, Ariana Grande-Butera as Glinda Upland and Jonathan Bailey as Fiyero Tigelaar, a handsome prince whose subplot is best not spoiled. [âŚ] The charismatic Bailey, Emmy-nominated for âFellow Travelers,â is known as the oldest son Anthony in the âBridgertonâ TV series, but in England, he is also an accomplished musical theater performer. He won an Olivier Award as Best Supporting Actor in a Musical for playing Jamie in the revival of âCompanyâ in 2018. Fleet-footed and a nimble vocalist, he gives Fiyero an allure that wasnât initially apparent on stage. [x]
Meanwhile, Jonathan Bailey channels his incredible Kenergy to bring the effortlessly charming Fiyero to the screen, with his fun take on âDancing Through Lifeâ almost stealing the show (someone please give him his own musical!) [x]
The same goes for Fiyero as Jonathan Bailey who makes his male lead into a much stronger character by leaning into the sobering moments as strongly as the lighter ones. [x]
Another pleasant surprise was Bailey as Fiyero. Best-known for his role in âBridgerton,â Bailey isnât as well-known for his singing chops, but he deftly carries one the most dazzling musical numbers of the whole show, âDancing Through Life,â serving up both impressive vocals and dancing. Beyond his musical talent, Bailey is charming and roguish as the Winkie prince, while hinting that thereâs a little more to him beyond his care-free persona. Bailey also has the unique ability to have chemistry with practically anyone heâs a romantic lead with, so he has great chemistry with both Grande and Erivo. The few, briefly swoon-worthy interactions between Fiyero and Elphaba specifically will likely have fans excited to see Fiyero and Elphabaâs relationship develop in âWicked: Part 2.â [x]
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childhood sweetheart material
oh my god!!! it's finally here, i made sure to change the posting settings this time!! i know it's not a bakery request but i've been writing them and i have a bunch in my drafts, i've got my sister editing them for me and hopefully one will be out soon... but for now enjoy my lovely's <3
pairing; carlos sainz jr x childhood best friend viviana martinez [original character]
blurb; this is a list of cute things childhood friend turned husband carlos sainz jr and his childhood friend turned wife viviana martinez do in my smau series that i'm working on called since we were eighteen, this story features a original character but for your reading pleasure, i've used 'you' and 'y/n' in this little snippet <3
currently playing; everything has changed by taylor swift ft ed sheeran "cause all i know is we said, "hello" and your eyes look like comin' home, all i know is a simple name and everything has changed, all i know is you held the door, you'll be mine and i'll be yours, all i know since yesterday is everything has changed"
from day one, you were the one;
your families have been friends for the longest time and while carlos was born a few years before you, you've been friends since you could babble at eachother
carlos can in fact still remember meeting you for the very first time, how tiny you were and his mother still has the photo of three year old carlos kissing your forehead but her personal favorite was one of you two falling asleep on eachother in the backseat of a car when she was dropping you off after a play-date
and so the years kept passing;
as years go by, you and carlos slowly begin to drift apart pursuing different careers and life goals, you knew from a young a age that you loved carlos but didn't realize it was in the romantic way until far later in life
during your teenage years, your parents thought you two were dating and no matter how much your denied it, they never believed you but that was probably due to the platonic to you both kisses you would place on eachothers cheeks or foreheads
when you were nineteen and about to move away and not see carlos for the next four to five years, not that you knew that at the time, you'd begged him to be your first time, it was one of those cliche moments of not wanting to go to college a virgin but he turned you down, saying he didn't want to ruin what you had, what a joke that seemed like now
when you two were young, around the ages of fourteen and eleven, you joked about marrying eachother one day, you even made a contract about how if you were still single after you'd turned twenty two that you'd tie the knot with eachother but as you grew apart, that contract was long forgotten about
coming back to eachother;
you found eachother again at a family reunion, you'd arrived early and got talking with his mother, catching up about life when she brought out old photo albums and low and behold at the back of the album was a paper or contract that you'd long forgotten had existed
you'd been sipping a drink in the garden when you heard the familiar voice, you'd gotten to talking when the topic of relationships came up and you discovered the both of you were single
you joked about tying the knot but he joked back about taking him to dinner first, which you did for giggles but you just fell in love with talking to eachother and began to meet up more often which eventually led to confessed feelings that had been hidden for too long, this left the rest as history
telling your families;
you were both nervous to say the least, your parents had been friends since they themselves were children, little did either of you know both of your sisters had already started to notice the change between you, the little stares and stolen glances but they had noticed it too late.. about three years too late in fact
the two of you had been planning to tell them sooner but you didn't want to give them false hope in case you broke up but you began to like the privacy and how it was just the two of you and before you knew, the two of you were approaching your three year anniversary
it was actually at your anniversary dinner that carlos proposed, you had both just stepped off a twelve hour flight and decided that instead of going out you'd get pizza
carlos thought there would be no better time than when you both sat on the couch eating pizza in comfy clothes to propose, you however almost lost it, you knew your answer was yes but instead of saying the first words out of your mouth were "you let me do this sweatpants" [if you've seen this video, i love you]
it was a week later at the traditional joint family dinner when everyone found out, your younger sister basically screaming her head off when she saw the ring on your finger as you reached for your wine glass
"what is that!" she squealed to which you winced in return and carlos chuckled, your mother looked betrayed as she too just now noticed the ring adorning your finger "when did that happen, i didn't even know you were seeing someone" she asked flabbergasted.
"does this mean you and carlos aren't together" your youngest sister had asked, she was only ten but loved carlos so much, you and carlos shared a knowing look before he shrugged his shoulders and leaned over to kiss you... that set off a frenzy among your family members
when it comes to work;
you work as an actress in horror / thriller films but you absolutely hate being scared, your the biggest wuss carlos knows but his favorite thing about your job is that he has a video on his phone of when one of your cast-mates scared the shit out of you and you screamed like the scream queen that you are
you often come home from set covered in fake blood to which carlos can't help but panic every time thinking your injured before he catches his breath and then helps you wipe it all off but not without you covering him in fake blood first
carlos quite often comes to your photo-shoots and one time the photographer wasn't happy with how the photos were working out, said that their was no real chemistry between you and the male model you had been working with and so he called a break during which you hung out with carlos, sitting in his lap and just enjoying eachothers company when the photographer caught sight of you both and it was like a light bulb went off in his head, that was the birth of the photo you had forever pinned to your instagram account
carlos always insisted on watching your movies, no matter how often you told him he didn't need to you would still come home to find him curled up on the couch with pinon as he pointed and mumbled "there's our girl" in his rough tired voice
your not afraid to show your support to carlos at his races either, attending as a long lost but now returned childhood friend at first but then eventually as his girlfriend and then wife but nobody knew that
while lando was basically carlos's best friend, to you he was your paddock child and you never let him forget it either
one of carlos's favorite things about your job was getting to see you in the gorgeous red carpet dresses, you would always show him and if he happened to be off racing, you'd facetime him instead, he loved being able to zip them up and feel your warm skin as he did it, his favorite dress was this one:
you were honestly carlos's biggest fan and without both his and his fans knowledge, you'd started an account on instagram where you posted the most outrageous things about him like this: which is one of your more tame posts btw
whenever carlos wins a race, gets on the podium or just no matter what place he gets, your wrapping your arms around him as soon as you can and whispering in his ear "i'm so proud of you mi sol"
kisses + cuddles;
there's different kinds of cuddles when it comes to yours and carlos's relationship, these include;
straddled cuddles were your sitting in his lap and wrapped around him, there is nothing sexual about it, just the two of you enjoying eachothers company
hugs from behind no matter where you are, in the motor-home or even the supermarket, carlos just likes to be holding you
and your personal favorite is when he's so exhausted and turns into the little spoon
and finally there's just this;
and then there's all the different kinds of kisses you two share
there's shoulder kisses most of which occur when carlos is hugging you from behind but they also happen in the early morning when carlos is awake and your still asleep but he just feels the need to kiss you in some way
thigh kisses, he loves to kiss your thighs and not just in the sexual way which he does indeed enjoy giving you but it also happens when he's laying in your hold with his head half in your lap and half resting on your legs
then there's the tippy toe kisses, the height difference between you and carlos was adorable but you often have to either stand on your tip toes or wear heels in order just to kiss him
then there's the kisses that you place all over his face after race cause no matter what place he comes, your always so happy for him and just need him to know how much you love him
then there's the kisses you have to tug at his shirt in order to give to him
there's the one where your kissing in bed, not in a sexual way but the 'i've missed you' loving way that has you rolling around and giggling, never wanting the kisses to end
and finally there's the kisses that both of you moaning in-between, it's these ones that normally led to your sexual encounters with eachother
touches and intimate moments;
you two have a habit of one of you two laying in bed, watching the other change in the morning or after a shower, you once said you trusted no one like how you trusted carlos and that's why you let him watch you change
then there's the times when either of you come home either from work or a race, so you sit behind eachother and gently massage the others shoulders
if your ever in the way which carlos says that you never are, he'll hook his fingers into your belt loops and gently scoot you out the way
carlos is the kind of boyfriend where if your too tired to move at the end of the day or after an event, he'll sit and gently wash your makeup from your face while your falling asleep
during the races that happen in colder countries, your often caught on camera pulling carlos close to hug him in order to warm up
your also often caught on camera walking through the paddock together with carlos's hand tucked into the back pocket of your jeans if you happen to be wearing them
and then one of your favorite things about your relationship was taking baths with carlos after a long day, feeling his body pressing against your own just brought you a sense of comfort and peace
dates [of sorts];
one of your favorite dates or even just times that you spend together is having pancake wars; where you two always try to one up eachother with your pancake recipes
whenever you guys go out for dinner, carlos always makes sure to give you the first bite of his food just in case you want to switch meals like you sometimes did
you would also often bring him lunch and end half the time end up staying so that you could eat together
he'll also sit and read you poetry late at night from your favorite poetry books
whenever you guys stay home and have date night in, carlos will often hover over your shoulder and wait to taste test the meal your cooking
then there are the museum dates you guys go on, art museums in particular have always been a part of your love for italian and spanish culture, a fan once took a photo of you and carlos in a museum where he was holding you up so that you could take photos of some of your favorite works of art
and finally and personally carlos's favorite was whenever you two went out for gelato, carlos loved the stuff and you loved taking photos of him
the little things;
just a list of all the little things that you and carlos do slash remember about eachother
your carlos's lock screen and he's yours
he wears your hair ties on his wrist and carries period products in his travel bag just in case you need them in an emergency
he always messages you when your filming to make sure that you've been eating and drinking
the two of you know eachothers routines off by heart, like when he comes home from a morning run, you'll have the shower running and waiting for him
you have a love of classic literature and you often come home to find that he's deep cleaned your bookshelves
you take care of him when he's sick
he'd been whimpering and complaining of a sore throat all day, after a while you'd had enough so you decided to call his mother and ask what she once did when he was sick as a child, when you brought carlos a mug of manzanilla or homemade chamomile tea explaining you'd gotten the recipe from his mother, carlos knew right then and there that he was going to marry you
he once gifted you a stuffed bear and a bottle of his cologne for your birthday so that you had something to cuddle when he was gone and the cologne was for when you missed his smell.. he had to comfort you when you started crying
he loves knowing that you wear his shirts to bed, reminds him that your his
and finally with all the button ups that carlos wears, you often find yourself sewing buttons back onto them, carlos once found you on the couch furiously sewing buttons back onto around ten or so shirts that you'd discovered while doing the washing
no one touches the hair except for you;
when your bored, you often end up begging carlos to let you braid his hair... it's always a yes because ever since childhood, he could never say no to you
you also love to laugh at how messy and fluffed up his hair gets in the morning, the first time you'd seen it you burst out laughing which caused him to blush
down and dirty;
while not going to into detail, here's a list of some of the things you and carlos do in bed
carlos loves eating you out, as mentioned beforehand when discussing his love for giving you thigh kisses
another obvious one was the fact that carlos loved having his pulled during sex
then there's the guided grinding, where his hands gripped at your hips while grinding you down against him
carlos's favorite position to take you in is doggy and no, i personally think there's no explanation needed
carlos has a thing for choking too, you in fact introduced him to it
and finally while it not's something you explore very regularly, you also share a spitting kink
the wedding;
it's been described by friends and family as the most beautiful wedding they'd ever attended, there are photos in the wedding album of you and carlos shoving cake in eachothers faces and instead of a three course meal, you both served pizza at your wedding instead
nicknames;
your nicknames for carlos include; mi sol [my sun] mi vida [my life] papi and mi amor [my love]
carlos called you his wife all the time, including long before you two were married
his nicknames for you include; my wife, mi vida, mi amor and corazĂłn [heart]
aesthetic playlist;
a list of songs that describe you, carlos and your relationship
young and beautiful by lana del ray
boyfriend by ariana grande ft social house
just friends by why don't we
we can't be friends [wait for your love] by ariana grande
never be the same by camila cabello
lay all your love on me by abba
senorita by shawn mendes ft camila cabello
older by isabel larosa
money money money by abba
too sweet by hozier
everything has changed by taylor swift ft ed sheeran [taylor's version]
teenager in love by madison beer
me gustas tu by manu chao
more songs like this can be found on their official playlist
and finally;
this is just how i picture you'd reveal your relationship to the public
movies.with.y/n
movies.with.y/n; my heart always knew it'd be you @ carlossainz55
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i keep saying i'm not going to pay this show any more attention and I keep coming back with more thoughts and i decided to inflict them on all of y'all so here goes
hot take: the brad/hotshots storyline isn't inherently bad. it was entertaining. it was fun and campy, classic 911. i love it when shows get a bit meta. we stay sillay.
however it all falls completely flat, and here's why:
they butchered the main storylines they had set up at the end of s7 â Hen and Karen vs Ortiz (and Gerrard), the 118 vs Gerrard vs Tommy (don't play, they wrote it out with big block letters), Bobby's suicidal ideation, abrupt resignation and relationship conflict with Athena, not to mention NDE. the only storyline they seem to have spent any time on is Eddie and Chris â thank fucking fuck, some good food for Eddie.
they have disregarded previously established side characters in favour of developing Brad Torrence. where the fuck is Ravi? where's Sue, where's Linda? why is Josh only there as a mouthpiece to deliver a cringeworthy self-congratulatory speech praising Ryan Murphy's previous â and still DEEPLY biphobic â work?
the hotshots storyline of 8x07 and 8x08 should have taken place WAY later in the season: only after spending time giving their existing characters and relationships the focus they so sorely need.
Hen and Karen and their struggles with Mara being with Chimney and Maddie â where was the conflict between Hen and Chimney? blink and you miss it in 8x01. why was everything wrapped up so fucking quickly in 8x04? the pacing of that episode was INSANE. they could have drawn it out until the mid-season finale, and ended it on a positive note of Mara coming home.
Maddie and Chimney have had almost nothing all of 8a â what looked like a conversation about family planning, addressing their past issues, deciding to stick together and make it work this time, it was building up to something so good â and it crumbled before my eyes with the accidental pregnancy reveal. because we're dealing with teenagers who don't know how birth control works, not two grown adults in their 40s with a history of PPD. be so for fucking real.
and then: why bring back a homophobic, racist, sexist character, have him act EXACTLY like his old self â including throwing a subtle slur at his old subordinate who's just come out of the closet â and then reduce him to a cartoonish villain â did they perhaps realise that bringing back Gerrard was a big mistake? that no one wants to see this type of villain anymore? that his return undercut the justice of him getting fired by the LAFD for his bigoted behaviour? much to ponder.
Athena and Bobby nearly died, they lost their house in a fire (hello? ptsd flashbacks? no? okay.), then Athena nearly died AGAIN, but we don't need to linger on any of this. back to work, you two. Bobby, you get your firehouse back. Athena, back to doing bad cop shit, i guess. (they had a nice relationship moment with the house hunting and deciding to build etc in 8x04, and that's about it).
Buck had a consistent storyline between 8x01 - 8x04: struggling being under Gerrard, getting to work with Bobby again, and finally getting his captain back on a permanent basis. then we got 8x05 with Tommy â an episode dedicated on the intimacy and depth of their relationship â which they then completely fucked it up in 8x06. yes, the "past connection" reveal was a terribly done messy retcon of the entirety of s1 if you ask me, and a disservice to all three characters: Buck, Tommy, and Abby. the backlash from the GA following the breakup speaks for itself. but they then went to make a big joke of Buck coping with the breakup in 8x07 and 8x08. because we can't be serious about anything, ever. and again â I get it. it's the weewoo show. but don't tell me they haven't previously done well thought-out, touching storytelling. anyway, this got a little derailed because i'm still so fucking salty â the bottom line is, however they butchered Buck's storyline, at least he's had something meaningful.
the only other main that has had a meaningful storyline in 8a is Eddie. they've shown him struggling with being away from Christopher in almost every episode. i can't say i'm a big fan of the way 8x06 went for him (literally. enough with the movie references. tim minear have a fucking original thought for once). but I'm loving where his storyline is headed. that was a good 'cliffhanger' if you will. go back to your roots baby! go reconcile with your son â own up to your mistakes! talk to him about his mother! go to father-son therapy together! -> so much wishful thinking, y'all. we'd be lucky to get 1/10th of this on the show, but whatever.
tldr: no one gives a flying fuck about hotshots or brad because while we love the silly weewoo show, we need something to chew on before you toss us a half-baked dessert. to quote lou ferrigno jr, i am not satisfied.
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Look at that woman (breaking my heart) | part nine
Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Vettel!Reader
Summary: For one and a half years Lewis and y/n managed to keep their relationship a secret, until it blew up in their faces. Now, they're trying their hardest to pick up the pieces...
Warnings: angst
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Three weeks laterâŚ
This whole situation feels like a bad dream. Like a horrible nightmare. How could they have this sort of slip up? Theyâve been so carefulâŚ
She can still remember the look on his face when she left their Airbnb to get into the taxi. The awful presence of their mutual heartbreak was visual in his eyes. A little break, thatâs what they decided on. Their managers suggested they should get some space to breathe, some time apart to figure out what to do next. How to move forward.
She also remembers Sebastianâs silence when she got into his car. He picked her up from the airport, his voice was coated in disappointment and hurt. âWhy didnât you tell me?â, he had asked her when they parked outside his house. âWe didnât tell anyone.â âIâm not anyone.â
Y/N sighs as she brings the cup of coffee up to her lips. The cold air feels good on her hot skin as she watches the sun rise over the mountains.
âMorning.â
The young woman flinches slightly and when she turns her head she catches a glimpse of the small smile on her brotherâs lips:â Sorry.â
Yet she shakes her head:â No, hi. Itâs fine. Good morning.â Her hands bring the blanket closer to her chin, while Sebastian sits down next to her, positioning his coffee on the table in front of them:â How are you doing today?â
Y/N licks her lips and immediately regrets it:â I think itâs too early to decide on that.â She wants to sound witty, but it just comes out sad. Her eyes fixate on the mountains and a few seconds later she blinks away the tears that are forming. Sebastian notices them out of his peripheral vision and sighs, his hand reaches for hers.
No matter how angry he has been about her keeping her relationship a secret he still loves her. So much. âItâs going to be okay, you know.â, he lets out after a few moments and watches how a weak scoff leaves her. He wonders what she would say if she knew Lewis has been texting him regularly since they last saw one another.
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f1gossipofficial: Breaking News! Recent information from reliable sources suggests that Y/N Vettel and Lewis Hamilton have not communicated in several weeks, as they are currently taking a break from their relationship.
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user 2: i hope everyone who has sent hate their way is going to have a horrible life from today on
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user 4: youâre awful
âIs she okay?â
Sebastian turns his head and when he makes eye contact with his wife he takes a deep breath. âI mean, I always reckoned that something was going on between them⌠but I wouldnât know what to do if I was her.â, Hanna whispers and watches Y/N through the closed glass door:â Sheâs probably dying inside.â
The blonde man tilts his head at her confession:â You knew?â âYou didnât notice the way they looked at one another?â, she asks and turns on the coffee machine:â The giggling and smiling? The way he would always gaze down at her from the podium? He did take more risks whenever she was watching. God, Sebastian.â He lets out a beaten sigh.
âI wish I could do something about this mess.â
âI know you do.â, Hanna says, walking up to him:â I mean, I am glad sheâs not using her phone at-.â Sheâs cut off by the doorbell ringing, and Sebastian rolls his eyes:â Itâs 8 am on a fucking Sunday, I swear to God.â He lets go of his wife before walking down the hallway. With one swift motion, he opens the door.
His eyes instantly widen at the sight in front of him.
âHi.â, Lewis says, trying his best to smile at Sebastian but it looks more forced than genuine. âWhat are you doing here?â
âI have to see Y/N.â
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Experimental: Delivery, Part 1
The following days were a whirlwind for Yazan and Randy, as they discovered this new phase of their relationship. They both know it will be a bit surprising to everyone back at the hospital when they return with both four babies and a newfound love for each other. At the same time, you canât always stop what the heart (or dick) wants!
Yazan and Randy tried to enjoy as much as they could in these final weeks, including a trip to the beach. Yazan gave up on finding shirts that would fit, so he arrived at the beach wearing a large bra and board shorts. Randy said it might have been easier for him to shave his beard, to at least appear more feminine while in a public space, but Yazan didnât have the energy to worry about shaving, especially as he had always maintained a beard for as long as he started growing facial hair. Randy didnât bother arguing, so they went down south towards Royal National Park and wandered along a more secluded beach, knowing there wouldnât be as many people around.
Yazan and Randy talked about all sorts of things, including names for the babies, Yazanâs massive breasts, preparing bottles of colostrum and eventually milk, buying the things needed for a nursery, and eventually birth.
âSo, we definitely know your ass is malleable, but we still donât know if it could sustain birthing all four babies.â Randy said.
âI know, I just⌠Iâm scared.â Yazan sighed and looked away.
âHey, Yaz, look at me.â Randy replied as he grabbed Yazanâs shoulder and moved towards him. âYouâre going to be okay. Iâm here, weâve got support from the researchers here, weâre all going to make sure you and the babies are safe. Alright?â
âAlright. I just -â
âNope, youâre going to be okay!â
âUgh, here you were bursting into tears weeks ago and now here I am like a blubbering mess.â
âYou at least have hormones to explain away your blubber. I donât!â Randy replied, and they both laughed.
***
At around 36 weeks, they both agreed that Yazan stays at the apartment and only leaves to go across to the lab as needed for the now daily scans. Yazan wasnât too sure why it needed to move to daily ultrasounds, but it was Mikeâs strong recommendation to do so. As far as Randy and Yazan were concerned, and going off the ultrasounds, the babies were all developing nice, healthy and strong. It gave Yazan time to slow down and appreciate the little moments, like the larger ripples of movement from the babies, as well as being able to work out who is positioned where within the belly. He also noticed his belly had dropped, meaning he could breathe fairly normally for the first time in months. Itâs only a matter of time now, he thought.
(morph by @bigmpregnm)
It also meant he didnât need to stress too much about clothing, so he had no hesitations in bringing out some of the shirts and clothes he gave up on long ago to just drape over the top of him. Randy saw Yazan one afternoon standing on the balcony of the apartment, looking out towards the city. Randy walked up from behind and moved his hands as far as he could to the front of the belly, swaying and kissing Yazan on the neck.
Yazan purred as he felt everything coming together nicely. âIsnât this lovely?â
âWhat is?â Randy asked.
âJust⌠everything. The babies are almost here, Iâve got you to help me with the kids, weâre in this beautiful apartment here in Sydney for now, and then we can start a new life together back home.â
âA new life together?â
Yazan turned around and said, âYeah, I was thinking today -â
âThatâs never a good sign!â
âShush you! I was thinking that Iâd probably need an extra set of hands to help look after these four, and since youâve already helped so much, Iâd love it if you could move in with me? Iâve got a spare room if you -â
Randy leaned in and kissed Yazan on the lips. âIâd love that, Yaz. Yes, of course Iâll move in with you!âÂ
Yazan grinned widely at Randyâs response. âI love you, Randy.â
Now it was Randyâs turn to grin widely. âI love you too, Yazan.â Randy turned towards the edge of the balcony and screamed out âI love you, Yazan!!â Yazan laughed and tried to cover Randyâs mouth as Randy mumbled âBut I want the world to know, YazâŚâ They laughed as they walked back inside the apartment and prepared for dinner.
***
Randy could sense that Yazan was getting more tired as the days went on, to the point where he recommended Yazan just stayed in bed to avoid putting his body under extreme pressure. Yazan, being the stubborn person he is, didnât take too lightly to being told to do nothing, so had no hesitation in wandering around the apartment, lightly bobbing his belly. Of course, after a couple of minutes, he would feel puffed out and have no choice but to sit down.
âSee, I told you! Go, youâre on bed rest now.â
âWhat?! You canât order me to rest.â
âI can! Remember who signed your medical clearance?â
âFineâŚâ Yazan groaned loudly as he tried to stand up and slowly walk back towards bed. He took off his shirt and pants, and grabbed extra pillows to have behind his back as he sat up in bed on âbed restâ.
âOkay, babe, Iâm going to go to the lab and grab an ultrasound and tubes so we can do the tests from home. You stay in bed, alright?â
âYep, okay then. See you soon!â
Randy quickly shut the door and dialled Anna. âHey, Anna! Howâs it going?â
âYeah, not too bad. Coincidentally, Iâm just having a look at Yazanâs most recent blood results. They seem okayâŚâ
âYou donât sound confident?â
âAre you on your way to the lab?"
âYeah, Iâve put Yazan on bed rest, so I was thinking of borrowing a mobile ultrasound and doing the scan from the apartment.â
âOkay, weâll talk more when youâre here.â
âRightio, chat soon!â
Randy speed-walked towards the bus stop to get to the lab. Once there, he saw Anna out the front with Mike talking.
âHey there, guys! Is everything alright?â He saw Anna and Mike look towards Randy with a serious look on their faces. âGuys? Whatâs wrong?â
âLetâs talk inside.â Mike said with a hint of worry.
As they got into Mikeâs office, Mike immediately said, âRight, so the most recent blood results seem to show a spiked level of testosterone in Yazanâs system. Weâre not too sure where itâs coming from, but weâre worried this is the beginning of Yazanâs body rejecting the pregnancy.â
Randy gulped as he processed the news. âOkay, so what do we do? Do we book him in for an emergency c-section? Heâs on bed rest now as heâs too tired to move around the apartment.â
âToo tired? Anna, I think we need to see Yazan.â
âNo, Yazan doesnât want -â
Anna interjected, âI know Yazan doesnât want Mike there,â and briefly mouthed sorry to Mike, âbut weâre worried that if the body rejects the pregnancy without us being able to get labour underway, thereâs a real chance the babies will die as the body pumps T-cells all over.â Randy looked down in worry. âWeâre here to help you, Yazan and the babies, okay? So can we come over and have a look?â
âOkay⌠but I bet you Yazan will not be impressed!â
âI guess Iâll have to practise my best bedside manner then, right?â
***
After two hours in bed, Yazan already hated doing nothing. He never was the kind of person to sit around and wait, so he did what he thought would be vaguely useful: he decided to go and clean the apartment. He saw Randy picking up so much of the slack around the apartment because of his immobility, so he thought heâd do something nice and clean the place room by room. So, with a bit of effort, he slowly moved himself out of bed, slipped on a bra and some shorts and got to work.
He grabbed a broom from a cupboard and started sweeping around the main living room. He thought it was a fairly simple task to do, especially as he could lean on the broom and rest as needed. Iâll just start with the sweeping and go from there, Yazan thought.
After about 15 minutes of sweeping across the entire apartment, he started to feel a different kind of pressure building up in his back. He groaned as he rubbed his lower back to try and dissipate the pressure, but noticed it wasnât disappearing.
âHmmâ he groaned. âMaybe Iâll go and sit down.â As he went to go and sit, he suddenly felt a searing pain spread across his back and abs. He gasped in shock at how intense the jabbing pain felt. âThatâs insane! No, this canât be it⌠No, no, no, no, no!â
He canât be in labour now. He eventually sat down on the sofa and calmed down the babies as they kicked up a fuss. âShh, itâs okay kids. Daddyâs here. Seems like youâll be here sooner than expected, huh?â
About 20 seconds later, he felt what he could only describe as a water balloon bursting inside him, followed by a small trickle of liquid coming out of his ass. âFuck!!! This canât be happening now!!â
His waters have broken. These kids want out now!
He groaned as he tried to stand back up, but struggled with the pain across his hips and lower back. He could feel the babies push further down towards his ass, confirming that his manpussy really was going to be where the kids were coming out.
After two more intense contractions, Randy walked into the apartment. Anna and Mike stayed outside to wait for Randy to invite them in. Randy looked down in shock as he saw Yazan kneeling on the floor, rubbing his belly aggressively and sweating all over his body. He also saw a small puddle of liquid near his ass. Yazan looked up and smiled briefly at Randy before groaning in pain.
âYaz, what the fuck are you doing? Youâre meant to be in bed!â
âArgh, you know I canât sit still! I just wanted to - ARGH!â Yazan screamed as he felt an intense contraction rip through his body.
âBabe, how long have you had these contractions?â
âI donât know, but theyâre getting stronger!â Yazan groaned.
âAnna! Mike! In here - now!â
âWait, whatâŚâ Yazan turned and groaned as he saw Anna and Mike walk into the apartment and look down at the scene. Mikeâs jaw dropped as he saw Yazanâs extremely bloated belly.
âI really shouldâve brought him in for a planned c-section last week. Shit!â Mike said quietly to Anna.
âWell, heâs in labour now, so we need to help, Mike!â Anna replied sternly. Randy looked at Anna, slightly pleased that sheâs standing her ground. Anna kneeled down to Yazan, âHey Yazan, Iâm Anna, one of the research assistants. Weâre going to take you to RPA now. Weâll call one of our other assistants to prepare a private room. For now, just breathe, and once this contraction is done weâll get you to stand up. Okay?â
Yazan nodded as he struggled to breathe through a new contraction. Randy looked incredibly concerned as he saw Yazan holding his breath.
âYaz, you need to breathe through the contractions. Like this..â Randy tried to help Yazan slowly breathe as the contraction slowly died down.
âAhh, that was a rough one, Randy!â Yazan lightly chuckled. Randy didnât find it humorous as it looked like Yazan was about to pass out from the pain.
âAlright, weâre going to help you stand up now, Yazan, okay?â Anna put on her best doctorâs voice. Randy looked up and smiled at Anna as she took the lead. âMike, can you help Randy lift Yazan?â
Mike quickly scrambled across to Yazan, as he and Randy helped bring Yazan to his feet. Yazan groaned loudly as he felt the babies dig further into his hips.
âThis hurts so fucking badly, Mike. Fuck you!â
Randy mumbled to Mike as Yazan moaned, âWhatâs that phrase, youâre in the shitter?â Mike glared back at Randy, while Randy smirked back at him.
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my apology letter
PAIRING ⏠boyfriend!zhong chenle x fem!reader
TAGS ⏠heavy angst. some fluff. no happy ending this is a breakup fic you have been warned
SUMMARY ⏠Chenle always thought that love truly wins all. Your relationship with him was filled with joy and connection. But lately, cracks have begun form. Between small misunderstandings, unspoken frustrations, and the growing sense that heâs not enough for you, Chenle begins to doubt his theory. Is love enough to bridge the gaps between you or is letting go the ultimate act of love?
WORD COUNT ⏠3.0k+
AUTHORâS NOTE ⏠i'm sorry in advance !!!! not really. suffer. happy birthday chenle. i hate (love) you so. very. very. much. title and fic based on my apology letter by kim yeon woo!
PLAYLIST ⏠my apology letter - kim yeon woo, who - lauv (feat. bts), lie with you - ten, line without a hook - ricky montgomery, the scientist - coldplay
CHENLE SITS DOWN, AND BEGINS WRITING HIS LETTER.
Heâs lost track of how many times heâs sat in this exact seat. It used to be different. So different. At first it was nice. You were beautiful in every way possible. Kind, patient, and thoughtful. You always made him feel like the most important person in the world, even while surrounded by others. This table was a place of warmth, laughter, and love. Now the mood was only as tense as ever.Â
He takes a deep breath, letting his thoughts consume him as he begins to write.Â
I miss your laugh. I miss making you laugh. I miss that joyous echo of good times I could feel around the apartment, and I swear to god it was my favorite sound ever. I miss that. I miss us.Â
He remembers how the mornings would go. Youâd both sit at the table, sharing a simple warm breakfast that you or him had prepared. All that really seemed to matter was the two of you in that moment of time. Â
He looked at you, the sunlight reflecting off of your face. You were always smiling at your phone, lips quirking as your fingers began typing. You placed your phone against your chest after hitting send, waiting for him to react.Â
As Chenle was absentmindedly scrolling through the news, he noticed a notification pop up on his screen.
My Love: âYou okay? Youâve been quiet today.â
Quiet, huh? You always enjoyed texting him to get his attention. Thought it was funny. He looked up to see you smiling at him with a concerned expression. Not wanting you to worry too much Chenle smiled and shook his head, but did not say anything else.
The two of you continued eating in silence.Â
Chenle sets down the pen, this burden in his chest growing heavier. Where did it all go wrong with you two?
The two of you used to be inseparable. Days consisted of stolen glances, shared jokes, silly photos and videos, small moments that brought this intimacy together. Now, you barely interact with each other, barely talk to each other. His mind drifts to details of last night.Â
You sat on the floor, folding the laundry in front of the TV. Your movements were slow and graceful, thoughtfully folding every article of clothing. Chenle sat on the couch behind you, staring mindlessly at the TV, playing some show he couldnât care less about. He didnât look at you, you didnât look at him.
The silence was tense and deafening, yet neither of you made moves to break it.
Chenle picks up the pen again with a stronger grip.
I donât know how we got here. I donât know how to fix it. Actually, thatâs a lie. I do. But maybe Iâm not cut out for that. I know Iâm losing you, and it feels like Iâm losing myself too.
Chenleâs mind drifts to a day where everything seemed perfect, but always something tugging at the back of his mind.
The amusement park date. Your laughter was vibrant and warm, eyes sparked with determination as you tossed beanbags, threw balls at cans, aimed darts, always determined to best him. The two of you definitely had a competitive streak, but Chenle always made the sacrifice for you. You ended up winning a small stuffed dolphin, holding it high above your head like a trophy.
Chenle mock pouted, and laughed, âGuess Iâll stick to basketball.â He pulled you into his arms, the dolphin nearly squished between you as he pecked your cheek, while the two of you broke out into fits of giggles.Â
But even in the moment of happiness and joy, there was still something eating at him from inside.Â
Chenle grips his pen tighter as he recalls those fleeting moments of joy, moments that now feel bittersweet. He lets the ink flow on the paper again, writing some more.
I think about how happy weâve been, and yet thereâs always this weight, this worry I canât stop thinking about. Even in our brightest moments, something felt... off. Itâs not because of you, but because of me. It's slowly destroying me.
Later that evening, the two of you had dinner at your favorite restaurant. Chenle thinks about the way your face lit up when the waiter placed your meal in front of you. He could never get over these small things that you did that make his heart feel giddy as well.Â
You slipped out your phone and took a photo of the meal, sending it to him with a caption to the photo.
My Love: [Photo Attached]
My Love: "We should make this at home sometime! Youâre practically a chef. đ"
Chenle chuckled, replying out loud, âOnly if you clean it up afterwards.â
You smirked and rolled your eyes, ignoring him as you dove into your meal. For a while, everything felt easy, like it used to.
But then you got home.
It started with something small. Just a simple misunderstanding about weekend plans. Chenle couldnât even remember the exact details now, only how frustrated he felt when his words seemed to fall short. Heâd tried to explain, stumbling over his thoughts, but the look on your face never changed. You remained calm, patient, nodding along as if you understood every word.
You always did thatânodded and smiled. But had you really understood him?
Chenle sets the pen down again, and stares at the words he just wrote on the page.
"You always tried to meet me where I was, even when I couldnât meet you halfway. I see that now. And I hate that I didnât see it sooner."
He swallows hard, glancing toward the bedroom door. The stuffed dolphin you won that day lay peacefully tucked away in the closet. It reminds you of the time when things were simpler, or maybe just felt that way.
He stares at the words, hoping theyâll somehow fix whatâs broken. But words alone arenât enough.
They never have been.
Chenleâs been so lost in his memories and thoughts that he hasnât noticed how much time has passed. He lifts his head and sees you standing in the kitchen. Youâve been here the whole time.
Preparing a lunch for the two of you, you move quietly, chopping the vegetables and stirring a pot on the stove. He barely hears your movements, soft and careful. He wonders if you feel the tension between you two as acutely as he does.
And for that moment, he just watches you. Your posture is relaxed, your head tilted slightly as if youâre caught in your own world. You seem so at peace, and it breaks him.
Chenle wants to reach out to you. To stop this moment from becoming what he knows it has to be. He wants to take your hand, to hold on to you just a little longer. But he knows thatâs selfish. This cannot wait.
He swallows hard, his throat tightening as he tears his gaze away from you. His hands clenched into fists on the table, fingers trembling slightly. This is it.Â
Taking a deep breath, Chenle forces himself to speak. His voice is low, almost breaking, the words that come out of his mouth are barely audible.
âY/N, letâs break up.â
Chenle had been distant lately, but you didnât press him. He always had this quiet side to him, and you figured heâd come around when he was ready. You trusted him.
Lunch was extra special today. You were making tteok-bokkiâChenleâs favorite. It wasnât a particularly hard dish, but he appreciated the effort you put in for it. You focused on the ingredients, the soft sizzle of the stove and the aroma that filled the kitchen. Smells like these made everything feel brighter.
You lost yourself in the rhythm of cooking, chopping vegetables and stirring the sauce until it thickened just right. He had taught you how to make the dish originally, cooking it to perfection until you got it just the way he liked it.
You glanced over your shoulder at him briefly. He was at the dining table, hunched over something. A notebook? His phone? You couldnât tell. He didnât look up.
It wasnât like him to be so withdrawn. Heâd always tryâheâd send funny memes or silly videos to make you smile. Lately, though, his texts had seemed less and less. You told yourself he was just busy, and would make time as usual to make it up to you.
When the food was nearly ready, you began washing the dishes in the sink, suddenly remembering something youâd been meaning to ask. You turned around, leaning slightly on the counter, and smiled.
âChenle,â you said, your voice soft but clear. âTake off early for work today and letâs go out to eat dinner together, alright?â
Your hands begin to move, signing something quickly as you mouthed the words out, the gestures being full of emotion to convey your thoughts and feelings. It was your way of making sure he understood. He didnât know a lot of sign language, but he always made the effort to try and guess.
He initially looked at you with a serious face, his lips in a tight thin line. His eyes were conflicted. Why he looked so pained for some reason, you had no idea. But as soon as you started signing his lips curved into a smile once more, a familiar smile that you loved looking at all day long.Â
Eventually after no reaction, Chenle seemed to process your words and nodded his head. He held his hand up in a âokâ position to ensure that he had understood and got the memo.Â
Pleased with his response, you turned back around and finished up your task in the kitchen.Â
Chenle had asked you to prepare him lunch. You suggested his favorite. He needed this moment to himself, to let the words leave his mouth and test the weight of them in the air.
âLetâs break up,â he had whispered while your back was turned. The words had tasted bitter, like ash on his tongue, their weight heavier than he could have anticipated.
But you hadnât heard him.
Youâd been deaf since the moment he met you. He could still remember your first conversation. It was brief and awkward, with you typing out sentences on your phone and holding the screen in front of him. Heâd smiled at how patient you were. A patience you still had today. From that moment, he was hooked.
Yet now, after all this time, he hated himself for how little heâd tried to understand you better.
Chenle leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. The guilt felt like a heavy weight, weighing his shoulders down.
He loved you. God, he loved you so much. But it wasnât enough. Love alone wasnât enough to bridge the gap of happiness between the two of you.
He thought about all the times you had signed something to him, your gestures full of emotion, but he could only guess their meaning. You never scolded him for not understanding, never grew angry when he needed you to repeat yourself or resort to texting instead. You were always kind and understanding. Patient and calm.Â
But you shouldnât have to be patient. You shouldnât have to wait for him to change. You shouldnât have to wait this long.Â
He had taken advantage of your patience, convincing himself that things would work out eventually. He would catch on quickly. Or so he thought.Â
He had barely scratched the surface of learning sign language, and didnât put in as much effort as he shouldâve.Â
He wasnât enough for her. His mind flooded with these thoughts and revelations. These words were sharp and seemed to pierce his heart, filling him with immense pain.
The gap between his hearing and your not hearing had grown too large, too large to ignore. At first, he had thought together you could leap over it, that your love would be enough. But he was wrong.
You deserved someone who would dive into that gap and build a bridge, piece by piece, brick by brick. Someone who would work to understand every gesture, every look you made, every unspoken word.
He wasnât that person. He would never be that person.
Chenle glanced at the letter on the table, the words he had written laid out before his own eyes. He wanted to say goodbye, but he couldnât find a way to do it face to face. Not properly. Not without him breaking down.Â
Maybe he wasnât strong enough to say the words. Call him a coward. He couldnât face you. He couldnât even say he wanted to break up with you outright. Yet he wasnât brave enough to stay and keep letting you down.
He heard you call his name again, your voice soft and light, the way you always spoke just for him. Your hands moved as you spoke, signing the words with ease, your face glowing after looking at him.Â
And in that moment, he realized: no matter who he met in the future, he would never love anyone the way he loved you.
But that love wasnât enough.
The apartment felt emptier than ever when you walked in one day after work.Â
Youâd noticed the change the moment you opened the door: the subtle shift in the air, the absence of his shoes by the entrance, the way the quiet seemed louder than usual, some space seemed emptier than you remembered. Your chest tightened as you stepped further inside looking around the living room.
Thatâs when you saw it.
A neatly folded envelope sat on the table, your name written on it in Chenleâs familiar handwriting. Beside it, the small dolphin youâd won at the amusement park laid out next to the letter on the table, its glossy black eyes staring back up at you.
You took a deep breath and swallowed, your hands trembling as you picked up the envelope. You didnât open it right away. Instead, you stood there, staring at the letter, trying to steady your breathing for a bit. You knew this was coming. You tried to ignore the signs, but you were correct.
When you finally sat down, it was in the same chair Chenle always used. You never sat in it, since it always seemed like his spot. The cushion still felt warm somehow, as though he had been there just moments ago. You placed the envelope on the table in front of you, staring at it for what felt like an eternity before you finally gathered enough courage to open it.
The letter was written in his careful handwriting, each word deliberate, each line heavy with emotion. As you began to read, tears blurred your vision.
My dearest Y/N,
By the time youâre reading this, Iâll be gone. I know you probably saw it comingâIâve been distant for a while now. And I know you deserve more than this. A goodbye in words rather than on a page. But this is the only way I could say everything I need to.Â
From the moment I met you, you were the brightest part of my life. You lit up every room you walked into. You taught me so much about patience, about kindness, about love.
And I failed you.
Things have been different, havenât you noticed? I miss your laugh. I miss making you laugh. I miss that joyous echo of good times I could feel around the apartment, and I swear to god it was my favorite sound ever. I miss that. I miss us.Â
I donât know how we got here. I donât know how to fix it. Actually, thatâs a lie. I do. But maybe Iâm not cut out for that. I know Iâm losing you, and it feels like Iâm losing myself too.
Iâve tried to convince myself that our love would be enough to bridge the gap between us, that I could make up for my shortcomings. But the truth is, I havenât. Iâve barely tried to learn about you and your world. Youâve carried so much of the burden, of the weight of our relationship, and I just let you.
You deserve someone who wonât let you do that. Someone who will learn every gesture, every sign there is in the vocabulary of sign language, who will work tirelessly to meet you where you are.
That someone isnât me.
I hate myself for not being enough for you. I hate that I couldnât give you what you deserve. And I hate that my love for you isnât enough to fix this.
You always tried to meet me where I was, even when I couldnât meet you halfway. I see that now. And I hate that I didnât see it sooner.
I think about how happy weâve been, and yet thereâs always this weight, this worry I canât stop thinking about. Even in our brightest moments, something felt... off. Itâs not because of you, but because of me. It's slowly destroying me.
I hope that someday, you find someone who will love you the way you deserve to be loved. Someone who will put in the effort I didnât, someone who will never let you feel alone.
Iâll never stop loving you, Y/N. I just hope that letting you go gives you the chance to find the happiness I couldnât give you.
Iâm so sorry.
- Chenle
Your hands trembled, shaking the letter slightly, your tears dripping onto the paper and smudging the ink. You pressed your lips together, trying to stifle the sobs threatening to escape, but it was no use.
The dolphin on the table stared back at you as if it held all the memories youâd sharedâthe laughter, the quiet moments, the love.
You folded the letter carefully, placing it back in the envelope as your tears continued to fall. Sitting there in the silence, you felt the weight of his absence settle around you.
And yet, even through the pain, you couldnât bring yourself to blame him.
Because you understood. And that hurt the most.
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Ur so pretty â Jamal Musiala.
Pairing: Jamal Musiala x Fem!Reader
Summary: Jamal was your first love and with that came the fear of abandonment. But, Jamal was here to stay and he made sure you knew that.
Word count: 890+
Disclaimer/s: light angst , comfort , and mostly fluff !
A/N: this is my literal wife like im in love w him also listened to a lot of âur so prettyâ by waisa project when i was writing this so. yeah.
When you and Jamal met for the first time, you were accompanying your friend on a double date. You werenât looking for love or anything close to that but your friend was nervous and needed the comfort of your presence.
The problem lied in the fact that you had never dated before. Sure, youâd been on dates, but nothing had ever surpassed that singular date.
Jamal had swept you off your feetâliterally. He wasnât looking where he was going and tripped you. Youâd nearly fallen on your face when he caught you, arms wrapping around your waist so he could hoist you back up.
The moment your eyes met you felt an unfamiliar warmth gather in the pit of your stomach, nerves rattling your body. He made you nervous in a weird way youâd never felt before.
It had taken two weeks for him to contact you again, and you were waiting.
Now, six and a half months later, you were datingâhad been for four months now.
Sitting on the couch in his living room, you patiently waited for him to get home. He was training late today, so youâd opted for making dinner and sticking it in the fridge for him to heat up when he got home. The TV played a show you recently started; âScandalâ, which you were so engrossed in you didnât realize Jamal had arrived.
He stood in the entry way, watching you curiously with a grin. He liked to watch you when you werenât aware of himânot in a creepy way, he just loved to see you when you werenât conscious of people and relaxed.
Heâd been standing there for too long so he knew the second he spoke youâd spook. So instead he slips back out the door as quietly as possible, opening it and calling out for you, âiâm home!â
You turned around with a wide smile, grabbing the remote and turning off the TV. âHey! Hi, how was practice? Dinner is in the fridge!â
âPractice was fine, exhausted though. Whatâd you make?â Jamal asks, wondering into the kitchen where you meet him. He pulls you into a hug, pressing his lips to yours.
Smiling into the kiss, you mumble, âsome healthy crap, your dietician would be very pleased with it.â
Jamal pulls away with a breathy laugh, âyou can just make something we both like, iâll just hit the gym extra hard later on.â
You shake your head. âOh, no. I already made my own delicious food. That healthy stuff, that is only for you.â
Moving to the fridge you open it, taking out the food, and placing it on the counter. âYou may heat it up while I make myself a smoothie.â
Jamalâs arms wrap around your waist, your back pressing against his as he places a few kisses on your shoulder. One thing about your boyfriend was that he was very affectionate. He hadnât always been so touchy, but he made more of an effort when he learned about your doubts in your relationship.
Although those concerns had dwindled, he hadnât strayed an inch. He comforted you with everything, he said the sweetest things. Essentially, he went above and beyond to prove that what he felt for you was not going away and time soonâif ever.
âGo make your food.â You giggle, wiggling out of his grasp. âI need my smoothie.â
âYou and your smoothies.â Your boyfriend tittered. âIs it Strawberry orââ You give him a look that has his lips twitching, âright. Why do I even bother asking.â
Reaching for strawberries in the freezer, you smirk. âExactly. Have I ever told you how much I love and adore your full fridge and freezer? You always have everything.â
âYeah, well, I try.â
As the microwave hums while heating up Jamalâs food, you prepare to make your smoothie. Conversations flow between the two of you even as he eats and the whirring of the blenderâwhich you stop every few moments to add to the conversation.
âHowâs your show? By the way?â
Your face lightens up, âso good. Iâm on season two right now. When I finish the whole show, iâm forcing you to watch it.â Your finger points in his direction with a teasing tip of your lip.
Jamalâs eyebrows raise, âoh? Well, anything for you.â His words brings a prideful smile to your face.
âAnd this is why I love you!â You quip, your smug look falling the second you comprehend what you said. Too early. Tooâ
Jamalâs expression doesnât miss a beat, his eyes flicker up to you. âI love you, too.â
Oh! Thats a comfort. Sort of?
âWas that too early? I shouldâve waited.â You swallow thickly. You watch as he slips off the stool he was sitting on, wiping his hands on his pants, and walks around the counter to reach your side.
âItâs perfect timing, actually.â He assures, his hands cupping your jaw to pull you into a loving kiss. âI. Love. You.â He mumbles each time he pulled away.
A dreamy sigh leaves your lips, âyou are so fortunatelyâfor me, perfect.â
The taller man smiles, âand iâm so fortunately, your boyfriend.â Your heart grows three sizes as you meet his eyes. Any lingering doubt or insecurity you held about the future of your relationship died with that kiss and his words.
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LJ AND HER SUPER COOL GIRLFRIEND [Lauren.James x reader]
Summary: Your girlfriend asked you to help her braid her hair and who are you to decline.
A/N: finally putting out a fic after months of not writing this is a fic that randomly came to me and I had to write it, I plan on updating this fic from time to time so stay tuned for that,if you have any requests for this feel free to let me know in my inbox and I'm also taking new requests if you have any send them my way.
ALSO THIS A REPOST FROM MY OLD ACCOUNT
Contains: Lauren james x blk reader, reader is black but feel free to use your imagination, why is the title this you may ask because this fic is like those romcom with the werid ass name that aren't that werid but ppl don't get it, plus this was how the fic idea came to me lj had a really cool gf so yeah, there's no tw just a lovey dovey fic đ.
To say lauren was obsessed with you was an understatement because if she could worship you from dusk till dawn. She would, without hesitation people always seem to be surprised that someone like her could end up with a woman like you.
You find it stereotypical stupid just because you're both two women in a relationship it shouldn't matter what your pillars are cause of the world difference.
But in all honesty, you couldn't careless especially when you're with the woman who fulfills every single one of your desires and loves you down to earth.
One thing you loved about Lauren was her hair and how she embraced it. Even though it was rare, she would let anyone touch it unless she was getting it done that was all.
So today, when she had asked you to braid her hair before the match against arsenal, you couldn't pass on the moment.
You were scrolling on your phone while you waited for your girlfriend to come join you downstairs so you could start. Unknowingly to you didn't hear Lauren heading downstairs as you felt two pairs of hands grabbing you by your waist.
"Hello to you too james". You told her
"Hey, my love." She said has her arms where still wrapped around your waist.
"So what hairstyle are you thinking of doing?". You asked her.
I was thinking about doing sum cornrows my love".she said while laying her head on your lap.
"Umm good choice".you told her before getting started on her hair.
In between doing Lauren hair you had to stop her from trying to touch you if not you wouldn't be able to finish doing it but knowing lauren you knew she wouldn't give up without a fight.
So that's how you ended on the floor on top of her instead of finishing the rest.
"Lauren, let go of me we can do this later I got have to finish braiding your hair". You tried telling her which was no use cause the grip she had on your waist was strong.
"How about you give me a kiss then we can continue."
"But I already did". You said while rolling your eyes at her.
"Lips and cheeks are not the same thing babe".all of a sudden, you felt a light smack on your thighs.
"Lauren." You yelled out her name after
"I love listening to the sound of my name coming out your mouth."she told as her thumb brushed your lips.
After your Makeout session with Lauren, you we're finally able to finish doing the rest of her hair without any disturbances.
"Baby I'm done doing your hair." You called out only to realize she had fallen asleep on your lap, not being able to do anything about it you grabbed the blanket that was already on the couch and layed it around the both of you.
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â ď¸arcane s2 act ii spoilersâ ď¸
"caitlyn switching sides immediately when vi calls her cupcake again" "caitlyn double crossing her mentor ambessa out of the blue" "caitlyn and vi haven't talked or seen each other in months" "caitlyn randomly changing her mind" SHUT UP
if singed didn't manage to get warwick out his way (which would've still likely made warwick go berserk causing casualties and/or even losing the remainder of vander), ambessa's army of trained warriors, because notice there weren't any enforcers w/ them, would've raided a village of pacifists who don't have a single weapon, in order to catch and tame a monster that can and has turned a dozen people to bacon in minutes undoubtedly to employ it against other innocents (which caitlyn never wanted happening btw, even in her pursuit of jinx and her personal revenge, she thought it was taking too long and being too violent and destructive, which we saw caused tension betw her and ambessa), not to mention caitlyn called singed a monster and we don't quite see her changing her mind after seeing the dead daughter he does animal testing in order to immortalize, she'd alr confronted ambessa for her and her himbo's methods (warmongers not following the lawful procedures, who's surprised), and if in the midst of potentially spying on ambessa and her people vi of all ppl falls from the sky to say this "monster" is her dad (considering caitlyn is still deeply grieving her mother and has been under the impression vi's dad is dead) and that the village prophet will turn him to a man again (effectively neutralizing a potentially uncontrollable and very severe threat) like i'm sorry but if i was caitlyn and had to act immediately under a time crunch, i'd also go straight to "here's where the guards are placed, i'll walk you in as a hostage" it was the perfect moment to betray ambessa and diverge attention (and it would've worked beautifully if jayce hadn't blown a hole through viktor's chest, which i'm actually not exactly blaming him for doing to a eugenics enthusiast) - w/ the help of vi and in the urgency of needing to figure out how to save all those people by herself (and in the undercity too bcuz it's a relatively neutral ground and caitlyn can't quite go back home after this unless she kills ambessa or smth, which, unimaginable) and why couldn't she have done it before? the stakes weren't as high before and she also couldn't do much against ambessa in piltover without a single capable counselor left (despite everyone telling her "it's your call" it's never that simple in politics)
and even if you took the complete opposite stance and argued that caitlyn doesn't love vi anymore/never truly did bcuz she hurt her, pushed her away, got a rebound and became authoritarian (which isn't a hill you can easily die on if you consider literally any other outside influences on the situations and relationships in arcane imo) guess what? none of these things matter for the decision caitlyn had to make (and vi likely didn't tell her jinx was in the village too)
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