#i'm so glad that we're finally getting to!!!!

[dreamy-state-of-mind]

Dancing in the Dark

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x girlfriend!reader (she/her)

Summary: You and your boyfriend stay up late talking and he asks you to dance with no music with the glow of the moon and the city lights

Warnings: None except extreme fluff

Authors note: First time doing this, hope you love it

Charles had a rare Friday night off not training on the simulation and not getting ready for qualifying the next day. He wanted to take you out for a nice dinner and then come back to the apartment and relax.

He took you to a nice fancy restaurant and you both got all dressed up for the occasion. Charles wore black dress shoes, navy dress pants, white button down shirt with a blue tie and matching navy blazer. You opted for a maxi dress.

Normally you and Charles are going to a local cafe or picking up food to make on the yacht but tonight you getting more attention since you’re dressed to the nines.

Paparazzi and lots of fans somehow found you both. Charles is nice enough to take some pictures but he tells everyone that he’s on a special date night with you.

Charles takes your hand and leads you inside the restaurant. He asks the hostess if their table is ready, she says yes and leads the both of you to the outside seating. Charles the gentleman he is pulls out your chair and you sit down.

He sits down and a waiter comes by to pour wine for the both of you. Neither one of you say anything as you look over the menu but it’s such comfortable silence that you love it. You peer over your menu to look at your gorgeous boyfriend. He’s wearing that suit that you love when he has fancy events to attend.

You look back down to your menu and finally decide on a salad. Now it’s Charles’ turn to look at you. You’re wearing a sequined maxi dress white, blue, cream and orange, comfortable flats with a simple clutch. Your hair is in beach waves, with minimal makeup. The only piece of jewelry you have on is the engagement ring he gave you.

His eyes stare at you and look up.

“Is there something on my face, love?”

“No, you look really pretty tonight. I’m glad we can do dinner tonight with no distractions.”

You blush from the compliment.

"Thanks babe, I'm glad you have a Friday off to relax and get dinner with me."

Dinner was enjoyable. While eating you caught up on your work week and Charles going over the new upgrades made for him and Carlos. You worked from home this week since the apartment needed serious cleaning from Arthur and Lorenzo crashing at your apartment way too often and occasionally Joris when he's lazy to catch an Uber. Charles was in Maranello testing the car along with Carlos. Charles knew he didn't want to bore you so he briefly talked about the cars upgrade.

A warm silence falls between you and Charles. He asks if you are ready to leave.

You get up to leave but before you do you ask if you can share some ice cream at the apartment since it’s a nice night and you want to have the fun dessert on the balcony.

As you're walking out of the restaurant to the car more people have found out where you were eating. You try tell yourself you're used to the fame but you're not. Charles can sense that you're feeling a little uneasy and squeezes your hand a couple of times reassuring you're okay.

You get into your car and drive back to apartment.

The drive was quiet. Charles had his right hand resting on your left thigh. You were looking out the window enjoying the scenery and thinking of ice cream. You're normally thinking of Charles and the dirty things you want to do with him but really you want the ice cream.

Getting ice cream was your first date so all of the memories from that come rushing in like it was yesterday. Charles pulls you out of your daydream.

"Hey baby, we're here."

He turns the car off and gets out from side. He comes around to open your door. Charles offers his hand to help you get out of the car and once you're walking to the apartment your holding hands.

You arrive at your shared apartment and he opens the door. The gentleman that he is lets you walk in first and you can finally change into something more comfy. You hear Charles locking the door and the sound of his shoes following you to your bedroom. Once you're in the bedroom you take your dress off and put on an old Ferrari t shirt that was Charles' but you stole it as a sleep shirt. You slip on some comfortable shorts as well.

Your standing there doing your nightly skincare routine after you washed off the barely there makeup you had on. As you’re doing your skincare Charles walks in.

Charles changes out of his suit and into a comfy pair of sweats. He opts for no shirt since it's warm out and he notices that you aren't wearing that much either. He comes in the bathroom to feel a bit cooler because of the heat wave moving through Europe.

There’s silence while you’re finishing up. Once you're done Charles grabs your hand and leads you to the kitchen. You open up the freezer and saw the only thing in there was chocolate ice cream. You grab the ice cream and see Charles has already gotten out bowls and spoons.

You distribute the ice cream for you and Charles with nice size scoops.

You grab both bowls and walk to the balcony. Thankfully Charles already has the balcony door open. You walk out to Charles and hand him his ice cream.

You again sit in comfortable silence while eating the ice cream. Once done you leave the bowls on the bistro table.

“You okay? You look deep in thought over there.”

"Just thinking how lucky I am to be with you and having these rare moments with you on my off days."

Charles gets up and puts his right hand out for you take. You go along with whatever idea that he has come up with. When you stand up face to face with Charles, he slides his hands to you waist and you automatically rest your hands at the base of his neck. The two of you start swaying slowly. What really catches you off guard is that there's no music playing within a hundred yards of the balcony.

"Babe, why are we dancing? There's no music playing anywhere."

Charles looks down at you. You see the softness in his eyes and love he has for you no matter what is happening around you.

"I want to dance because we never get to do something just the two of us like this. Yes we dance but it's always with friends at a club with really loud music. I want us to spend quality time together and make new memories like this one right now."

"Charlie, you're going to make me cry. I love that you want to create new memories with me. Dancing in clubs is always fun but I love this even more."

You remove your hands from his neck and you wrap them around his torso instead. Every ounce of the hug your giving Charles is reflective of the love you have for him.

Charles is still swaying with you while you're in the hug. Nothing else needs to be said. No music on but you and him dancing in the moonlight on your balcony. It's a perfect way to end a great Friday night.

[gummi-ships]

Kingdom Hearts 3 - The Caribbean

[authentic-bee]

Ijeoma in @ice-creamforbreakfast x @obigem The Naija Collection.

I'm obsessed. Can you tell?

[a2zillustration]

We lived.

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[cannotflyarc]

he's capitol. as much as she pities the capitol, as much as she envies the capitol, she can't forget that the games are the core of their entertainment. did her pathetic performance entertain him? her broken back and pathetic cries for art? did they create a beautiful tableau of suffering, a grand reminder of a war that happened long before she was born? she politely rejects a drink from an avox. ❝ i'm sick of celebrations, ❞ johanna mumbles. her whole victory tour was a string of celebrations. eating food she didn't want, being offered drinks that made her eyes sting when she saw them, never a moment to herself.

sometimes, she isn't glad she made it out. there are moments here and there that ground her back to reality: art tucking a curl behind her ear, his gentle voice murmuring the words of a story out loud for her, the back of his thumb rubbing away tears. as much as she talks about being a victor, a survivor, she barely feels that. she's been dead since the beginning. both of her parents were in the arena. her guardian was a gamemaker, smart and cunning and knew worse ways to punish her than being thrown in the arena.

❝ i have people who made it worth it. ❞ just one man. if the arena hadn't killed her, she would surely be dead without him. a beat. ❝ would my attempt at convincing you work? ❞ a sheepish smile. ❝ it's my first time. i'm rather certain most people just remember me for hitting someone before my games. ❞ not that she regrets it---never---but johanna has noticed the lack of an after-party between tributes and sponsors this year. she has the feeling she has something to do with that. ❝ i don't know how anyone could stomach. . . ❞ remember who you're talking to johanna! ❝ mentorship is different than tributeship. ❞

GREG ISN'T INTERESTED IN HER MARRIAGE. he's a very, very selfish young man : the only marriage he could care about is the potential of his own ... nigh impossible with his partner still in the districts, but it doesn't matter. he has a set of questions he's meant to ask. good television, they want. good writing. they want stories, a spun tale of romance and love and beauty. you will not find beauty in the districts, his cousins remind him. you will not find any meaningful love. greg knows better, a heart tied to district two, his chest tightening every year when edward could make it back into the capitol. johanna is not edward, and she is not capitol made. thank goodness.

greg understands : he wears a ring of alexandrite, a beautiful blue - purple promise, an engagement ring, that he holds close to his heart. there is no discernible suitor, no prince charming in the capitol that greg's found himself hanging off of. outside of his grandfather, well. no one would know. greg smiles softly, understanding, when he sees the ring. it's a part of you : your better half the best part. he doesn't mention it.

' i see no reason why we can't celebrate both. ' gregory will never be a sponsor. he has the money, but not the money of his grandfather. not the money of a roy. and if he had — it would go towards district two. he doesn't say this. ' you don't have to work to win me over, ' he says, smile genuine, almost sheepish — he's the one to impress, but he's not the person to focus on. good luck winning ewan over, sweetheart. ' i'm a fan. ' he cringes, minutely, at his own embarrassment. he doesn't treat this like sport. he didn't mean for it to come out that way. ' i'd love to see her make it out. ' not win. there is no winning here. ' i'm glad you did. i can see you are too. '

[swordsonnet]

two things about lena kelley:

1. she says "i'm afraid i won't be able to join you at the [pub]". what if she literally can't leave the OIAR building?

2. she says gwen doesn't "have what it takes" to do lena's job. that could just be a jibe at gwen's work ethic, sure, but what if there's a deeper meaning to it? what if there's another, less mundane requirement to be a manager at the OIAR?

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