#liv x justin

[romancemedia]

Although I loved watching Wizards of Waverly Place growing up and I still love it after all these years, I won't be watching the sequel series when it finally airs and it's because of one simple reason...

Justin and Juliet aren't together anymore!!!!

By the end of Wizards of Waverly Place, Justin and Juliet got back together when Juliet became young again, thus reuniting her and Justin at long last. However, in the new series, Disney has once again broken up another classic Disney Channel couple and now Justin is married to someone else!!!!!

I hate how Disney has ruined 3 great love stories for me.

Justin and Juliet from Wizards of Waverly Place

Raven and Devon from That's So Raven

Liv and Holden from Liv and Maddie

WHY HAS DISNEY TURNED AGAINST LOVE STORIES!?!?!?! WHY HAVE YOU BRETRAYED SUCH A GLORIOUS GENRE!

[house-of-lovin]

legally binded - 2

Jenna Ortega x F!Reader

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Chapter 2: Lakers, Headlines… New York?

Summary: After getting caught in some hot waters with the press, you are forced into an unexpected agreement with America's sweetheart, Jenna Ortega to save your career.

Warnings/Tags: dual pov, famous!reader, actress!reader, mentions of substances, intoxication, mature language, real people. (do not read if any of these make you uncomfortable)

(this is all fiction!)

Note: part 2 of legally binded! I hear yall and I see the comments! This will be a series, got a lot of ideas for this one. But of course, I am open to hearing what you guys think and want to see! A little bonding moment for R and Jenna 😮‍💨

Word Count: 6.3k+ (lol sorry, may have gone overboard!)

“So… what does this mean, exactly?” Jenna asks for both of you.

“We’re gonna make the two of you the talk of the town. And hopefully get people to back off on the allegations that Jenna is difficult to work with and that Y/N is entering her Justin Bieber phase — and not the good one.” Your PR agent, Liv, purses her lips.

Jenna can’t help the snort that leaves her lips, awkwardly coughing to hide it. But you catch it anyway, throwing her a glare.

“Difficult to work with huh?” You speak up — in faux interest. “Not hard to see why.”

This time Jenna is the one glaring at you. “You don’t even know me.”

“You don’t know me either.” You huff.

“Enough!” Jake yells. Anger steadily rose in the man’s bloodstream.

You and Jenna flinch at his loudness. Sliding down the chair, you feel ashamed again; ignoring Jenna’s piercing glare.

Liv is sighing but opts not to add fuel to the fire. “It’s going to take a few hours to get the paperwork and contract drafted —but once it’s done we’ll have it sent over to you. For now, get to know each other, I don’t know.”

You shoot Liv a scowl. She was making this already awkward situation so much worse.

She catches your look, sighing, “Just–pretend this is another job and you’re new castmates. Anything please. ” She rolls her eyes, already fed up with what disaster this morning has been.

“You can do that, right?” Liv crosses her arms, staring at you two in question.

“Yes.” Jenna mumbles.

“Mhmm.” You hum lazily, changing the subject. “Can we tell people? That this isn’t real?”

Liv glances at Jake and Sarah sharing a silent conversation. They nod at each other. “If they sign an NDA. Only family, your team and us. This cannot leave the room.”

You feel pale. You couldn’t even tell the people around you about this fake relationship without binding them to a contract? Suddenly, the situation starts to feel more real; the carpet of delusion being pulled from under you.

You’re standing up, pushing the chair back with a loud scrape that rings terribly against your ears. “I need some air.”

“You’re really leaving in the middle of a meeting?” Jenna questions with a snip, crossing her arms.

“Sorry your highness, I got better places to be. Liv you can send the contract to my assistant. Ortega, wish I could say it was a pleasure to meet you… but well.” You trail off, shrugging.

Liv and Jake are fuming red in the face at your words, but you were still hungover and the comedown was begging to wreak havoc – your irritation getting harder to restrain. 

Jenna’s face scrunches, offended. You walk away, not bothering to listen for a response.

“There’s no way I can work with her…” You catch it anyway.

●●●

“I mean can you believe what they’re asking me to do!” You pace up and down your living room.

“Oh come on, I don’t buy the allegations that she’s difficult, you know they love to tear women down when they get their come up.” Link reasons tapping on his phone.

“I mean how can this face be rude?” He holds up a picture of Jenna at the SAG awards and you furrow your brows because you don’t remember seeing her there — you might have been late.

You were just nominated anyway. So you pulled a Beyoncé and only showed up for your category.

“Maybe Jenna’s not so bad?”

“Quit it.”

It was now mid-afternoon and the battering Californian sun was shining bright above clear skies and through your floor-to-ceiling windows. You bought this house in the Palisades for the peace it provided you. Not too far from central L.A. but still tucked away enough for a moment of solitude with a life like yours.

It was your own version of a sanctuary – like a home should be. 

“Okay, that sounds crazy, I agree. But dude, you fucked up. Big time.” Your long-time friend Link said. 

You and Link grew up together and when you got your come up, best believe you took your best friend with you. You offered to help him out while he lives with you as you achieve your dreams but ever the stubborn guy, he refused. Only agreeing to move to Los Angeles with you if he works as your assistant to earn his keep.

He’s a good guy like that. 

Since then, he’s been by your side. Through every disappointment, bad news, great news, red carpets, and movie premieres. You couldn’t do this job without him. 

He’s like your brother.

“I know!” You groan, dropping to the couch. Why the hell did you let your designer choose these couches? They were stiffer than a plank of wood.

“Look at this article online, 2-time Grammy winner and Academy Award Nominee, Y/N L/N’s fall from grace? Sin City indeed! The actress blacks out at a Vegas strip club! Click here to see exclusive mugshots.”

“They’re selling my fucking mugshots?” You lift your head above the headrest horrified, watching Link sit across the room on a bar stool reading his phone. 

“I’m pretty sure they’re public domain.” He refutes.

Falling back, you groan louder – hiding your face behind your palms.

“I don’t see how you have a choice, buddy.” He sighs, placing his phone on the bar top. 

“There has to be another way. Why can’t I just run away? I’ll fly back home for a couple of weeks, and let all of this shit die down. It’s worked before.” 

“Yeah, I told Jake and Liv you’d say that.” He rolls his eyes, walking to you. “I don’t think you can run from this one, Y/N.”

The softness in his voice has you sighing in defeat. He’s right, you know he’s right. This wasn’t just some tiny mistake you can brush under the carpet like all the other ones. This was serious. 

You got arrested. For blacking out with someone who had drugs on them. In a strip club, no less.

What a mess.

Something like this could seriously hurt your career. You could lose roles, relationships, connections, brand deals – the blood, sweat, and tears you poured in; everything you worked so hard for – gone.

“I know… Doesn’t make me wanna do it more though,” You mumble, distantly staring at the high ceiling.

He chuckles, “I know bud. But this is what we signed up for, right?” 

You frown. It’s what we signed up for.

It’s a mantra that you have adopted in all your years as a working performer. It certainly wasn’t the most comforting and loving thing to say, but it works because it’s true and there’s no greater motivator than a slap in the face to reality. 

You much preferred tough love anyway.

“Right.” You mutter.

“Come on, I think Jenna’s manager just sent me the signed contract, they’re just waiting for your signature.” He walks off to his office. 

You close your eyes, letting the sun warm you up through the glass panes. A few moments pass until Link comes back out with a tablet and pen. “Sign here, under Jenna’s signature.”

She has pretty handwriting – you note as you sign the electronic document. 

Call it weird but you had a thing for people with neat handwriting, steady hands and all that. 

But then you remember who the professional signature belonged to and forced yourself to snap out of it.

“Did you even read it?” He arches a brow.

“That’s what lawyers are for.”

He scoffs, “Okay, superstar. It basically says what you and Jenna need to do. Public spottings at first, then dates, appearances at each other's events. Maybe posts on social media, but the idea is to be discreet – we can’t have it seem like we’re using this to scrub away the Vegas incident.”

“But that’s exactly what we’re doing,” You sigh.

“Yeah, but they don’t know that. And it’s your damn job to make sure they don’t ever find out either.���

You rub your forehead; a headache beginning to form. Not sure if it was from the hangover or from all this PR mess.

“Anways,” He takes the tablet out of your hands. “I’ll send these over to Liv. Now as for you. Go upstairs, take a shower because you smell horrendous and then put on what your stylist picked out.”

Wrinkling your nose, you ask, “What, why? I literally just got back, I already have to go out and show my face? The paparazzi will hound me.” 

“We have to beat the Vegas headline with a bigger story, so you need to be seen with Jenna ASAP. That means out for a late lunch at a well-known spot downtown. You have to act like the news doesn’t bother you – like you’re moving past it.”

“Who goes out for late lunch?” 

He sends you a pointed look. 

“I’ll be upstairs…” You mumble, dragging your feet as you ascend the steps.

●●●

You tap your fingers on the steering wheel, glancing up at the modest house through your sunglasses.

A mid-modern century house in Glendale. Not where you pictured her to live but whatever. Her front yard was bare but professionally trimmed. No signs of any plant life that made the space look a little… dull. The only signs of life in the house was the humble SUV that you assumed belonged to the young actress.

Your tapping grows impatient the longer you wait.

As if staring harder at the front door will make the actress come out faster. Another five agonizing minutes pass – you seriously consider pulling away to go home and sleep off this hangover but Link stood a good half-foot taller than you.

He’d lock your ass out of your own home. 

Eventually, the door opens and the short brunette walks down the driveway in confident strides. Dressed in jeans, combat boots and a cardigan; those headphones around her neck, again. Somehow, she looked consistently gothic and you pondered if she really was like her character in real life.

You see her scan your Mercedes-AMG GT3 for a moment before pulling the passenger door open; sliding into the cushy seats. “Nice car.”

You blink, “Thanks… you sure took your time though,”

You couldn’t stop the slight attitude that accompanied your words.

She gives you a sharp glance, “why didn’t you just ring the doorbell?”

“You had to unlock the gate to let me in, you knew I was waiting outside.” You huff, staring at her back. 

“Then would have waited in the living room if you had knocked. What difference does it make?” She shrugs.

“That’s not the poi–” You gruff but stop, inhaling a deep breath. The pounding in your skull was begging for you to cool down. 

“I think I much preferred waiting in the car… alone.” You whisper the last bit then shoot her a sarcastic glance; shifting the gear in reverse.

You don’t bother to check if she had her seatbelt on as you aggressively pull out her driveway; leaving skid marks on the pavement.

She jerks forward at the sudden movement. “Shit– a little warning next time?” She glares bracing herself on the dashboard.

“Hands off the leather,” You bite as you pull off her street and to the restaurant Link sent you the directions to. 

She scoffs. “My driveway!”

●●●

“Table for 2 under Ortega? Please follow me, can I be the first one to say how delighted we are that you two decided to dine here.” The host enthused a little too much.

“It’s our pleasure.” Jenna answers politely.

You plaster a tight-lipped smile keeping quiet; sliding a modest hand on Jenna’s back when he leads you past other patrons and to a secluded table – heads already turning in your direction. Jenna jumps, sending you a menacing glare and for a moment you feel slightly scared by the fire in her eyes – dropping your hand immediately. 

Okay, no touching. Got it.

“Here we are, the best seat in the house. We have complementary champagne on the table to start your evening. We’ll give you a few moments to get settled,” He sends a tight smile causing his wrinkles to show – definitely trying too hard but you’d never say no to free alcohol.

“Thank you,” You bid, pulling a chair out for Jenna.

She walks to claim the opposite chair, assuming you’re taking the one you pulled out. But she stares as you stand behind the open chair, awkwardly. Only then did she seem to realize that the seat was for her.

Raising her brows, she looked a little surprised but wordlessly and a bit awkwardly (she sends a tight-lipped smile) sits over to the chair allowing you to push it in for her, before taking your own seat across.

The first thing you grab is the bottle of champagne and the flute. 

You miss Jenna’s tracking eyes as you pour a hefty glass. “Is that really the best thing for you to have, especially after last night? Also, it’s like 4 PM.”

“I didn’t know you were the alcohol police and it’s 8 PM somewhere.” You take big gulps of the champagne, savouring the way it burned but also felt cool on the way down.

“Trust me, I’m not. But my ass is on the line here too and there are people watching.” She grits out the last part, signalling with her eyes. You glance up catching two girls from another table with their phones up, no doubt taking pictures and recording you and Jenna. 

Looking away, you place the glass flute down, sitting back in your seat with a slump. “Fine…”

“When are you going to take this seriously?” She whispers, tone: sharp.

“I am taking this seriously,” You fight to keep your face impassive knowing there are eyes on you both. 

“No, you’re not. You couldn’t even sit through the meeting this morning and now you’re acting like a child. Might I remind you, we’re in this mess because of you.”

You clench your jaw, trying your hardest not to blow up in this fine establishment. 

“I’m the reaso—“

“Are we ready to order?” The waitress cuts in.

“Yes, we are.” Jenna turns to her with that large, sweet smile that sells millions.

●●●

‘New Gal-Pals in Hollywood, Y/N L/N and Jenna Ortega spotted out for lunch’

It was now the following day after your ‘lunch date’ with Jenna and you wish to say it only got better as time went on but that would be a lie. You two did not get along – at all. How was it possible for your management to find the one person on this planet that you just couldn’t get along with. 

You know difficult, you can handle difficult. You’ve worked with the likes of Shia Lebeouf, Gweneth Paltrow, Michael Bay… just to name a few. You’ve had your fair share of difficult colleagues.

But this girl? She’s something else. 

“Gal pals? Really?” Your nose scrunches in distaste.

“No wait, this one’s better! Wednesday star Jenna Ortega supports new bestie, Y/N L/N amid Vegas arrest.”

“Stop.” But Link’s loud laughter overpowers you.

“Oh! We got one that’s different, Trouble-maker, A-lister, Y/N L/N, will drag down rising-star Jenna Ortega!”

“Okay, that’s just bullshit.” You pique up.

“Rising star?” Jenna voices in disdain.

“Enough!” Liv’s voice echoes from your laptop speaker. “This isn’t the headline we wanted.”

You roll your eyes, scanning the candid photo of you and Jenna sitting at the restaurant.

The images look tame enough and can definitely be interpreted as just two friends out for a bite. News outlets don’t buy it, but the internet is already freaking out; spewing out unsolicited opinions on this new pairing. Some think you two are just friends, some think it’s a date, others think it’s for a movie role.

“I thought I did a good job,” Jenna speaks up on the other line of the Facetime call. 

“Clearly not…” You mumble, but she catches it anyway, rolling her eyes. 

“We need to up the ante, this is not good enough.” Liv sighs and you can hear the trepidation through the call.

“Like what?”

“There’s a Lakers game tonight and you two are making your first official appearance.” She grins with mischief.

“Lakers?” Jenna rouses, sounding excited.

“How would they interpret that differently than before?” Shaking your head.

“I got a plan already, darling. I have a guy in TMZ who’s going to break the first official headline that you two are in the ‘getting to know each other’ stage. Which is where you two come in… after the game headlines of your guys’ date night will be the number one trending topic.” She explains, eyes lighting up in excitement.

Liv loves to lay out her plans to whoever was willing to listen — you’re already tuning her out.

You are sure her plan is genius like she says it is.

“Are they versing someone decent, at least?” You ask tiredly. When were you going to get some time to yourself?

“Celtics.”

“I’m in.”

●●●

“Do you really have to wear sunglasses indoors? Everyone knows we’re here.” Jenna whispers from beside you.

“It’s part of the look.” You retort, sliding down the foldable chair. Why are courtside seats so uncomfortable for all the money I’m paying?

“What look.”

“We got two stars in the Lakers house tonight! Everyone, please give a warm welcome to Y/N L/N and Jenna Ortega!”’ The announcer booms through the stadium speakers. 

Looking up at the jumbotron, you and Jenna are plastered big and bright on the screen. You flash a dazzling smile and force your body to untense – ignoring Jenna’s quip.

You embrace the loud cheers and applauds, waving and sending the camera that dazzling smile you have mastered. Jenna copies your movements.

Eventually, the camera pans away from you two and you finally feel like you can breathe again. 

“God, I think my eardrums ruptured.” She complains, clutching her earring clad-ears painfully.

You laugh, “Oh come on, you don’t have people shouting for your attention at you at every turn?”

She frowns, shaking her head, “Not at this level… I like to think I still have some anonymity.”

Snorting, you say, “Yeah well, just wait. That’ll all be gone — so enjoy it while you can.” 

You don’t see her frown deepen because you spot a familiar face. “Look who’s in the house!”

“Hey!” You stand briskly. Lebron James comes barreling over in large steps; greeting you with a hug and a pat on the back. 

“Feeling ready for tonight?” You ask, smiling up at the athlete. Being a big name in Hollywood definitely came with nice perks like knowing world-renowned athletes.

As much as you complain about your life – this is certainly a perk you can’t deny.

“You know it! We’re gonna mop the floors with your lil Celtics team.” He smirks making you laugh.

“Okay, save the trash-talking for the court... This is Jenna by the way.” You move to the side to reveal Jenna sitting; watching the two of you with a flabbergasted look on her face. 

“Nice to meet you, Jenna. My kids loved Wednesday, I think my daughter might dress up as you this Halloween.” He jokes; shaking her hand. 

It was quite an amusing sight to see Jenna crane her neck to meet the basketball player’s eyes. And you really tried your hardest not to snort when her tiny hands slide into his gigantic palms – her upper arm practically disappearing in his grasp.

They continue talking for a few more moments before the basketball player eventually bids his goodbye to continue warming up. 

“You’re friends with Lebron James?” She asked in disbelief when you sit back down.

“Yeah, is that surprising?” You arch a brow.

“Yes?” She asks like you were stupid for even asking.

You chuckle. “Well, now you know.” 

“Also… a Celtics fan, really? That’s just disgraceful.” She shakes her head.

You scrunch your face in faux annoyance, puffing your chest proudly, “Hell yeah the Celtics! We’re gonna wipe the court with your little Lakers in their own house.” 

“Don’t let people hear you say that, you’ll be stoned,” She laughs heartily. 

For a brief moment, you watch as she shakes in laughter at her own joke – unable to fight the infectiousness of her laugh. Her bangs shake with her movements as she attempts to hide her smile behind her hand.

Were you guys getting along? Nah, impossible. 

“I’ll just use you as a shield.”

“I’m like five-foot, I don’t think I’ll be much help.” She snorts. 

“Pocket-sized shield – makes travelling easier.” You shrug, smirking. 

She shoots you a side-eye but you see the smirk she tries to hide from you. 

Eventually, the national anthem is sung and tip-off begins. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying yourself right now. After the weekend disaster in Vegas, all you wanted to do was sleep away your fuck-ups. But this… isn’t so bad. 

Jenna seems to have loosened up and allowed herself to enjoy the game.

You cheer enthusiastically when the Celtics go on a 12-0 run in the fourth quarter. 

The score is 94 - 90, with the Lakers in the lead. You were standing now, your concession drinks and snacks forgotten under your chair. The energy in the stadium is infectious as everyone cheers for their respective teams.

“This is what I’m talking about, now we got a game!” You clap loudly, yelling.

“$100 Lakers win this one.” The sweet voice shouts over the crowd.

You turn, grinning. “That’s it? $1000, Celtics win.” 

The quiet contemplation is burning bright in her eyes, but eventually, she gives in extending her hand. “You’re on.”

Somehow, your grin stretches wider when she slides her hand in yours to seal the deal. “I can’t wait to be a $1000 richer.”

“In your dreams,” she clicks her tongue, focusing on the court.

“Come on ref, that was a foul!” She shouts at the checkered-shirt man as he runs past you.

She’s not looking at you but you find yourself unable to look away from her. 

Granted, you barely knew anything about Jenna before meeting her yesterday. But you think you like this laid-back version of her more than the one you met at first.

A whistle-blowing breaks your staring before it becomes too obvious.

Eventually, the game goes into overtime with the score being 104 - 104 when the Lakers gets both free throws in. You’re practically shaking in excitement as you watch from courtside.

You are bent over, hands on your knees like a soccer mom watching their kid get a penalty kick. You miss Jenna snapping a photo of the court with you bent over in the corner of the picture.

“Come on, Tatum!” You shout, a vein on your forehead protruding. 

“Did you say a $1000 richer?” She mocks, using your words against you.

“Don’t go on a victory lap yet,” You stand as the last time-out is called, “The score’s even and there’s still 5 seconds on the clock. It’s anybody's game right now.”

When the whistle blows signalling time-out is over, you are tense again. Jenna seems to share your sentiments as she absentmindedly grabs your jacket when the Celtics shooting guard walks behind the line to inbound the ball.

Anticipation getting the best of her.

You ignore the touch – unsure if you wanted to pull away or never move your arm again.

“Shit!” You yell when someone on the Lakers intercepts the Celtics attempt to inbound — sloppily passing it to another player in gold and purple. 

3 seconds remaining on the clock and a fast-break on the Lakers side ensues; green jerseys struggling to keep up.

“Schroder tips the Celtics inbound and manages to pass it off to Thompson, to James! James with a hail mary from half-court with 2 seconds, will he make it!” The announcer exclaims.

It was like the movies when everything goes silent and somehow you see everything in slow motion. You watch as the ball spins high above in the air with the powerful throw from the Laker’s power forward. The only thing you feel is Jenna’s fist gripping your arm, bunching the jacket in her hands. 

You unconsciously lean into her; the intensity of the room bouncing off you. 

The ball continues to spin until it amazingly flies through the basket with a satisfying swoosh and the buzzer rings loudly.

The crowd explodes – bursting into loud cheers. 

“Holy shit!” Jenna jumps, cheering.

“No fucking way.” You groan.

You feel her grab your shoulders to face her, still jumping up and down; a large smile on her face. You find yourself matching her grin despite your team not winning. 

Nodding in defeat, you admit, “Okay, okay… that was a pretty great game.”

“Great?” She shakes you like a rag doll, “That was the best game I’ve ever seen!” 

“Are you turning into a basketball fan, Miss Ortega?” You tease as she pulls away from you.

Still with a grin, she says, “Never… Football will always have my heart.”

“I didn’t peg you for an NFL fan but I guess I’ve heard stranger things.” You tease as she rolls her eyes.

“Soccer, Y/N.”

“Why didn’t you just call it the proper name then?”

“We are not starting this.” She holds a hand up, turning to sit back in her seat. The high of winning the bet, dwindling away.

●●●

“This is me…” Jenna says into the quiet night air. 

You shifted on your feet as you stood by your car. The night had been an unexpected…. success. After the game, you two made sure to stick around to chat and take pictures with fans in the crowd. 

The more eyes that saw you two together, the better. 

“Um… this was nice, I guess.” You mumble, feeling a bit awkward now that it was just you and her. 

She blinks up at you, surprised by your admission. “Uh – yeah, this wasn’t bad. Surprising, but not bad.” 

A small smile creeps on your face, “Okay, well I guess I’ll see you later… or whenever our managers say we need to be seen together again.” 

She laughs, nodding, “Yeah…”

A bright flash from your peripheral has you blinking, unfocused. “What the–”

“Paps…” She sighs. “Kiss my cheek.”

“What?” You asked bewildered.

She sends you a pointed look, turning her back from the direction of the flash so they couldn’t see her face. “Kiss my cheek, they’ll take a picture and then they’ll know we’re not just gal pals.”

Jenna is rolling her eyes but you’re still stuck in your spot. “Y/N.”

Snapping out of your thoughts, you clear your throat, “Are you sure? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Something indecipherable shines in her eyes, but it disappears as she blinks, “You’re not asking for my hand in marriage, Y/N. Just kiss my cheek.”

Blushing, you lean down. Shyly placing your lips on her soft-dimpled cheek – she leans into the contact, placing a hand on your neck. Immediately, a flurry of bright flashes and sounds of clicking interrupt the moment. 

“Goodnight, Jenna.” You say softly once you pulled away; ignoring the goosebumps that rose on your skin.

“Goodnight.” She takes a moment to look at you before walking to unlock her gate.

You wait until she opens the metal door; not missing the kind eyes she shoots you as she shuts the gate. Only once Jenna’s out of your view did you let out a deep sigh, turning around.

“Y/N! Over here! Did you just kiss Jenna Ortega? What about the singer you were with in Vegas? Are you two over?”

You didn’t want to give the paparazzi lurking on her street more reason to stay, so you keep your head down ignoring their shouting and slip into your car.

●●●

“How was it?” Her sister’s voice can be heard on her phone. 

“Awful – she’s a menace, Mia.” Jenna replies as she opens her fridge, looking for a mid-afternoon snack. 

It was now Sunday afternoon and as predicted – you and Jenna are the top headline of every major news outlet in America. 

“Did you tell her that you loved her in Little Women?” 

“What? No, of course not! I’m not gonna tell her that.”

“Why not? You watched that movie like five times when it came out.” Her sister reminds.

“Shut up, Mia.”

“Okay, anyways…” She trails off, laughing. “I saw the pictures. You’re smiling pretty wide with her. Also the kiss on the cheek when she was dropping you off? Chef’s kiss. Just perfect.”

Jenna rolls her eyes, “It’s all part of the act. Of course, I look happy.”

“There’s videos of you jumping on her. I can barely scroll through my Twitter feed without seeing an edit of you two at the game.”

“Stop. I don’t want to talk about her anymore.” Jenna snaps.

“Okay, okay…” Mia laughs and Jenna can picture her raising her hands in surrender. “Let’s talk about New York, are you excited?’

Jenna lets out a repressed sigh. With all of this PR mess with you, she hasn’t had time to think about how busy her schedule is about to be. The Scream VI premiere and SNL is inching closer and the Coachella native is feeling the familiar phantoms of anxiety rumbling in her chest. 

“Yeah, of course, I am. It’s SNL…”

“But?” Aliyah, her younger sister’s voice comes out of nowhere.

“But it’s SNL!” Jenna exclaims, “It’s a big deal! What if… what if I fuck up? Or I break character?”

“Okay… let’s take a deep breath,” Mia speaks up. She recognizes her sister’s looming anxiety and knew she had to act before the young actress sends herself into a panic. “You will kill it, like you always do and you won’t mess up. It’s okay to be a little nervous.

“Right, right.” Jenna agrees but the weighted pressure in her chest was still to creeping in.

Mia hums over the line unconvinced, “Listen, the whole family is flying in before your premiere. So don’t worry, we’ll be there, cheering you on!” 

Jenna can’t fight the smile that creeps up on her face. The thought of her family being there on one of the most important nights of her career is all she needs. They always had her back, picking her up when she felt like she couldn’t do it anymore. “Thanks, guys. I really appreciate that.”

●●●

“You want me to fly to New York, to what– be her personal cheerleader?” You dead-pan, watching as Link frantically throws clothes and shoes into a suitcase. 

It’s been about a week since the Lakers and Celtics game and news of you and Jenna’s night out in town are still abuzz. The two of you made a couple more subtle appearances over the last couple of days and the media is eating it up shamelessly. Pictures of you and the star are plastered on the front pages; be it grabbing coffee or grocery shopping or walking your dog at the park.

Now, you couldn’t even step outside without someone hurling Jenna’s name at you.

But you couldn’t lie. It was nice to have some company while you run your errands. Only yours though — you hated when you had to do hers. Jenna always thought too hard about which cereal to get, like she’s ever home to eat it.

‘New budding romance in Hollywood? Do we have a new power couple on the rise with Y/N L/N and Jenna Ortega? These two seem to be getting to know each other well… click here to read more’ 

Was the first thing you read when you turned on your phone this morning. 

Of course, it’s never that easy because there are still a handful of nobodies sending hateful messages about your criminal escapades – not everyone was convinced.

Some well-known people on social media – people you personally know are adding fuel to the fire; engaging in discourses of you and Jenna and if you are dragging her down just by being associated with you.

Fake-ass motherfuckers.

“Yes, I think those are the exact words Jake and Liv put in their texts, actually.” He reaches for his phone to read over the message; mocking you. 

“Stop, Link…” You run a hand on your face, “Tell them I’m not going. I have better things to do, Coachella is right around the corner and I literally have a song I need to send to my producer.”

He watches as you childishly cross your arms, scowling. 

If you weren’t his best friend he would’ve said goodbye to the Hollywood life – too rich for his blood. Link wasn’t sure how he still put up with your attitude after all these years. Could you have said those words any more snobbishly?

“Are you done?”

“No.”

“Well you don’t have a damn choice. Now, take a shower – Marcus will be here in an hour to drive us to LAX. And you can record in New York, no one said you had to be attached to Jenna’s hip.”

“What if I don’t want to.” You stand your ground. 

“Don’t do this today, Y/N.” He sighs. 

For a few moments, you hold your ground; contemplating if you should dig a hole and barricade yourself – metaphorically, of course. But never say never. 

Link raises a challenging brow – daring you to try him today. 

Wow, someone must have woken up on the wrong side of the bed…

Knowing what that look meant, you knew when to pick your battles and accepted the loss, trudging over to the master bathroom but not before slamming the door behind you.

“Don’t be slamming doors ‘round here! I don’t care if the house is under your name.” He shouts from the other side. 

“Fuck off!” You yell back, yanking your shirt off as the water turns hot.

He is such a dad.

–

“What are you doing here?”

“Hi to you too, Jenna. How was your day? Mine was great, the flight was a bit bumpy but I can handle a ‘lil turbulence. Thanks for asking.” You reply, ignoring the furrow in her brow hidden behind the silky fringe. 

You wonder what conditioner she uses to get her hair looking that soft.

“Y/N…” Jenna sighs, walking past you to enter your hotel suite. Walking into the living room to place her shoulder bag on the coffee table then she turns to face you, crossing her arms still waiting for an answer. “I’m serious, why are you in New York.”

You lean against a wooden panel, crossing your arms as well. “Didn’t your team tell you?”

Her frown deepens, patience thinning the longer you beat around the bush. “Obviously not or I wouldn’t be here.”

“Okay relax…” You warn not appreciating her tone. You literally just landed an hour ago and it’s almost midnight East Coast time. The timezone switch is fucking with you and her attitude is the last thing you need. 

“Don’t tell me to relax.” She snaps. The young actress hated those words, it always made her more riled up.

You scoff trying your hardest not to snap back but controlling your anger has never been your strong suit. “Why do you think I’m here? Liv told me I had to show face for your premiere and SNL episode. Be your cheerleader or some shit.”

She drops her arms, frown still etched on her soft face. What? Ignore that.

“Shit, I think Sarah might’ve mentioned it but I was just so busy with rehearsal and fittings with Enrique that I didn’t see.” Jenna sighs, rubbing her forehead.

For the first time since she barged into your room – you take a moment to scan her. Her face is bare and makeup free but you can see the dark smudges from her eyeliner earlier today just under the lashline. She was dressed in a large sweater and mismatched sweatpants; the sleeves are so long it covers half her hands and her short wavy locks tied into a messy low bun.

Her clothes practically engulfed her tiny stature. You figure this is a pretty rare sight that most people aren’t privy to and suddenly you’re unsure as to why it’s so hard to look away. 

“I didn’t mean to snap… I’m sorry.” She says quietly, looking at you like she was genuinely apologetic. 

“It’s fine…” You shrug and pushed off the wall to sit on the couch. Everyone has their days, you thought.

“I didn’t mean to ambush you. I really thought you knew I’d be here.” You turn on the TV, not being to stand the silence in the large room.

Jenna sits down beside you, tucking her feet against her chest. When did she take off her shoes? “It’s not your fault.”

The sigh she lets out is heavy and something tells you there’s some meaning behind it too. But you didn’t feel like it was your business so you zip it and continue watching the TV drone on about a program you don’t care about. 

“I saw clips of your SNL promo… I thought it was hilarious – you were great and that reporter outfit? So cool.” You change the subject. It gets her to smile as her dimples poke out, a little shy now. 

“It’s so cringy.” She covers her face. 

“Awh, nah… the internet loved it.” You laugh, a little amused that the actress was all flushed by a single compliment. 

Call it big-headed, call it ego, call it whatever you want but you personally relished it when people fawned over you. 

“Of course they did. They’re the whole reason for the meme.” She rolls her eyes after dropping her hands but she still had a toothy smile. 

“I bet that dance follows you everywhere…” 

“Every. Fucking. Day.” She says then raises a brow at you, “How do you know about the dance, though?’

You send her an affronted look, “I’m not a grandmother, Jenna. I know what’s hip with the kids.”

She snorts, “You’re an idiot – I just mean, I didn’t think you were on TikTok like that with a schedule like yours. Also, that app is toxic.”

“Every social media app can be toxic.” You quip, “But get off your high horse, your majesty. I literally just saw a couple of edits on Twitter of it.”

“Uh huh…” She hums, unconvinced, if the side glance she throws you was any indication. “But yeah the writers wanted to do a bit with Wednesday and this is what we came up with.”

“Well, I think it’s genius… from a business standpoint.” You offer up, nudging her shoulder then turning back to the TV.

You miss Jenna’s bothered frown. “Business standpoint?”

“Yeah,” You say off-handedly, “It’s smart, good for you.”

“Are most things a ‘business standpoint’ for you?” She asks, genuinely curious about what you could mean.

“Hmm. I guess I never thought of it like that but now that I’m saying it out loud, yeah, kinda.” You shrug, thinking about it. 

Most of the interactions in Hollywood that you have had are based on transactions and is usually for your own self-interest.

“...That’s kinda sad.” She says getting you to turn.

“What does that mean?” You frown.

“I’m just saying… there’s more to this industry than business deals and brand offers.” This time Jenna offers up a thought but it sounds a bit judgemental to you, shrugging.

You’re furrowing your brows, sitting up straight. “Look, you don’t even know me. Just forget what I said.”

But the laugh she lets out grinds your gears in the most unpleasant way.

Jenna holds up her hands in surrender but it feels mocking. “Clearly…” She emphasizes. “But I’m just saying, there’s no need to get all defensive.”

“Okay, I don’t know what kind of shit you were dealing with today but don’t take it out on me. Don’t come to my room talking about things you know nothing about.” You glower.

She matches your frown, standing. “It kinda sounds like you’re the one dealing with something, actually.”

“I think you should leave.” Your glare turns sharp and cold, standing too.

“Already on my way out.” She scoffed, snatching her bag aggressively off the coffee table then turns to walk to the front door. 

You follow to make sure the door hits her on the way out but she stops abruptly by the hall causing you to trip on your own feet to not tumble over her. 

“I think you should go back to L.A.” She glares up at you, tightly clutching her shoulder bag.

The laugh you let out is humourless, stepping back to create space between you and the other actress. “And get my ass handed to me by Jake, Liv and Sarah? They’re like four horsemen of the apocalypse – just searching for their last member. No thanks. You got a problem with me here? You deal with it.”

She clenches her jaw, “Done. Leave it to me.” Then turns and leaves making sure to slam the door shut. 

Those hotel doors weigh a fuck ton, how did she do that? And what did she mean leave it to me?

“Can I come out now?” Link peeks his head out from the adjoining room; fear present on his features.

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[bingbongsupremacy]

How To Kiss

Pairing: Ellie Williams x reader

Warnings: Confusion about Sexuality. I've never actually read a teen magazine so idk if they had shit like this. Sounded good. Ellie and Reader are like teens in this rn. It's going to fast forward to when they're older in the part 2 im going to do.

I haven't had my first kiss yet. Hopefully someday bros.

Summary: The day you and Ellie discovered you were both gay.

Song: I kissed a girl - Katy Perry

(Btw Credit to Liv McConnel at teen vogue for the kissing steps. I took them from there. )

Also Joel works at an Auto Shop in this.

*Not Proof Read* TLOU Masterlist

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3

*****

My fingers brush over the shiny pages of Savage Starlight. Ellie quietly hums along while tapping her foot on her space themed bed cover.

" Fuck no. " Ellie mutters, flipping the page of the comic. " That ass. " She whispers.

A small grin makes its way onto my face. Ellie's habit of talking to herself while reading her comics is the funniest thing.

I finish the book and turn to look at my best friend. Her brows furrow in concentration. Her top teeth softly bite down on her lower lip, her gaze focused on the pages in front of her. She lets out a sigh and shuts the comic, glancing over at me. " I can't believe we have to wait until next month for the next book. I need to know now! " Ellie complains with a huff.

" I know! " I turn my gaze up at the ceiling. " At least we have the rest of the books to re-read. "

Ellie hums in agreement. " What should we do now? Joel's not going to be home for another hour. He's bringing pizza. "

Ellie's adoptive father was working a late shift at the auto shop he worked at.

" Nice! " I sit up and turn to her. " Guess what I snagged from my sister. " I smirk while pulling open my brightly colored backpack.

" Um uh a dog? "

I roll my eyes. " Why the hell would I keep a dog in my backpack for so long, Ellie. "

Ellie shrugs and leans back against her headboard. " Variety is the spice of life. "

I chuckle. " What the fuck. "

I pull out a teen magazine. " It's a girl magazine thing! My sister has like seventy of these from when she was younger. I found them when I was snooping around this morning! " I grin while flipping through the pages. I open up to a page of Justin Bieber. " Justin Bieber is in like almost all of these! "

Ellie crinkles her nose. " Bro not Justin. "

I roll my eyes and toss one of the magazines to her. " I thought we could look at them. "

We flip through the pages of the magazines. We take some quizzes (All of which Ellie makes fun of) and read some of the advice.

" How To Kiss " Ellie reads out loud. " What the hell. " She goes to turn the page.

" Wait! Let's read it. " I reach for the magazine.

" Why? It's not like you have a boyfriend. " Ellie smirks.

I glare at the girl. " Fuck you, Ellie. I just want to read it, okay? Who knows, we might need that in the future? "

" Fine. " Ellie sighs. " Fine. "

The two of you huddle around the brightly colored magazine.

1. Build up to the kiss.

2. Make sure the kiss has your, and the other party’s, consent.

3. Start things slow.

4. Keep your mouth soft and relaxed.

5. Switch your area of focus and/or your speed.

6. Speaking of area of focus — move things away from their lips.

7. Go easy on the tongue.

8. Don’t overthink it.

9. Talk about it afterward!

" Doesn't sound that hard. I literally could've told you that. " Ellie mutters. " Kissing isn't a hard concept. "

I continue on reading through the different categories. " But like, it seems hard. How do you know if the other person likes it? "

Ellie grabs a small ball from her bedside table and starts throwing it up into the air. " They'll probably tell you. "

" Have you had your first kiss? " I ask while watching the other girl curiously. She would've told me if she'd been kissed, right? I mean, we tell each other everything. It's always been that way, always will be that way.

Ellie pauses throwing the ball and glances down at me. " No. " She admits, a small blush crawling onto her cheeks. " But I mean, kissing can't be that hard. It's like...common sense. People do it all the time. "

I frown. " What if I'm a bad kisser? "

" You won't be. " Ellie shakes her head. " Stop reading that shit, it's getting in your head. Let's just do something else. Like watch a movie or something. "

" Seriously tho, El. What if I'm a bad kisser. What if the person I kiss is so horrified by my kissing, they leave me? " A million scenarios run through my head.

Ellie lets out a groan. " Oh my god. Will you just stop. You're going to be a fine kisser. " Ellie meets your gaze. " Look, if...if you want to...we could like I don't know. Practice or something. " A tinge of red spreads over Ellie's cheeks. She avoids my gaze, instead staring straight at the magazine.

I look at her in shock. Kissing Ellie? I'd be lying if I said I never had thoughts of kissing her before...but everyone has thoughts, right? I mean Ellie's eyes are some of the prettiest I've ever seen. She's definitely attractive. But I like boys. I think. Plus Ellie's not gay. Right?

Ellie shifts uncomfortably. " Never mind, that was-that was stupid of me to offer. Let's just watch a show-"

" No. " I shake my head. " Let's do it. I mean, we both need practice. " Suddenly it feels like my heart starts pounding faster. My fingers feel the urge to fidget with something out of pure anxiety.

Ellie nods and moves the magazine to the side. She positions herself in front of me, on her knees. Ellie eyes meet with mine before she glances down at the magazine, obviously looking over the steps.

I'm about to comment on her hypocrisy when she suddenly puts her hand on my chin. She draws her face close to mine. Her minty breath fans over my mouth, causing me to freeze in anticipation.

Ellie slowly leans in. In seconds, I feel her warm lips on mine.

My heart feels like it explodes. Butterflies seem to soar around my stomach, confusing me. What am I feeling? What is this? How is this happening?

My eyes study Ellie's relaxed face. Her eyes are closed. Her long brown lashes rest peacefully on her cheeks. Deciding to follow her lead, I try to relax. I close my eyes and follow her slow mouth movements.

All worries and thoughts of mine seem to melt away. What are the steps again? I don't remember?

We spend who knows how long kissing before Ellie starts to speed up. She places a small kiss on the corner of my lip before pulling away panting.

The loss of her lips leaves a pit of disappoints in my stomach. I ignore it and look up at her eyes.

An unfamiliar expression is sprawled on her face. Maybe realization?

" That was.." Ellie begins.

" Not bad. " I grin.

Ellie chuckles. " Yeah. Not bad. " Ellie shuts off the radio and turns on the small tv on her dresser. " What should we watch? "

_______

We never kissed again after that. Things remained the same. Ellie and I still hung out every Friday at her house to read comics and watch movies. We sat together at school with Dina and Jesse.

The only things that changed were my feelings. I started to develop a crush on Ellie, not that I could ever act on it. Ellie didn't like me back.

It wouldn't matter anyways. Ellie's sister Sarah ended up getting really sick, causing Ellie's family to move to another state to get better care for her. Somewhere along the line we stopped talking. Slowly, calls every day turned to calls once a week and eventually to once a year.

I get it. Life goes on. I'm in the past. Friendships die. Nothing lasts forever.

[iheartambss]

Meet me under the mistletoe

Amber Freeman x Fem Reader

summary; A christmas get together with your friend group turns into Tara and Mindy making a plan to get you and Amber together.

warnings; none. just fluff

an; I wrote this in like 20 mins so sorry if it isn’t that good. Also if you’d like to listen to the song while reading there’s a link below. Happy holidays! <3

Mistletoe by Justin Bieber

For Christmas, you and your friends gathered at the Meeks-Martins' home. You and Amber have liked each other for a long time, but neither of you has made a move because you're afraid of rejection and feel the other person doesn't like the other person. So Mindy and Tara have a mission: use a mistletoe to get you two together by the end of the night.

"Hey Minds, does your mom need help baking the cookies or with the hot chocolate?" You asked as you stood up from the couch. Mindy looked at you, then at Tara, then at Amber, and then back at you, nodding, "She does actually." "Why don't you go help them, Amber?" Mindy said with a smile.

"Alright," Amber said softly. Martha was in the kitchen making the cookies when she followed you inside. Mindy, in the meantime, observed as an idea started to form in her mind. You give Amber a quick smile as you approach Martha and asked if there is anything you can do to help. After that, Martha instructed you to bake the cookies and gave Amber instructions to warm up some milk for hot chocolate.

Mindy approached Tara and said, "Will you help me hang the mistletoe over the kitchen doorway?" in a whisper. Amber busied herself with heating up the milk for hot chocolate, her eyes occasionally flickering towards you. She thought you looked beautiful and couldn't help but smile slightly. Tara and Mindy hurried to the kitchen doorway and attempted to hang the mistletoe before you and Amber noticed.

After placing the cookies in the oven, you turned to face Amber. When you noticed the girl's eyes were on you, you blushed softly and quickly turned away. “Hey," Amber called out softly, "Want to help me with the hot chocolate?" You turn to face Amber again and grin. "Sure," you say as you approach her, “What do you need help with?"

While you and Amber were distracted, Martha noticed that Mindy and Tara were having trouble hanging the mistletoe and immediately left the kitchen to help them. "Just stirring and pouring," Amber replied with a small grin. She handed you a spoon and the milk, her fingers brushing against yours as she did so. "So," she began, "How are you feeling about tonight?"

As you pour milk into the mugs, you grinned and said, "Happy. It's nice to spend time with you all, and having everyone around for Christmas is a great plus.” After Tara, Mindy, and Martha hung the mistletoe, the girls hurried back to the living room as Martha walked back to the kitchen. “How are cookies and hot chocolate coming along girls?” Martha asked you and Amber.

"Almost done," Amber replied, flashing a grin at you as she stirred the mixture. "I think we're just about finished here." You nod, “Yeah, we’re just waiting on the cookies now.” "They're almost done," Martha stated as she opened the oven to check on the cookies. She then opened a cupboard to grab the icing and sprinkles.

“Perfect," Amber murmured. "Then we can start distributing the hot chocolate and cookies." She glanced at you again, a small blush creeping onto her cheeks. "Do you want to help me carry these to the living room?" You nod “Yeah,” you reply, smiling, picking up two mugs, and following Amber out of the kitchen.

As Amber gave one to Chad and Liv, you give Mindy and Tara a cup and say, "Here." With a smile, Tara and Mindy thanked you. “Let’s go back to the kitchen. We have to get Wes his hot chocolate,” You say to Amber as you walk back to the kitchen. Amber followed you to the kitchen but came to a stop when she heard Mindy call your names. She turned around to face her.

"Yeah?" you say, turning to face Mindy. Mindy and Tara exchanged smirks before Mindy pointed to the mistletoe above you. "Oh," Amber murmured as the realization hit her. She flushed deeply and felt her cheeks warm. "I-I didn't realize..." She glanced at you, unsure what to say or do. You blushed as you noticed the mistletoe. "I didn't either," you replied gently.

"Well," Amber started, clearing her throat. "We don't have to kiss if you don't want to." She said as she tried to play it cool. "It's tradition," you shrug, smiling. You approach Amber and lean in. You pause to allow Amber to close the remaining gap if she wants to. Amber took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. She closed the distance between you, reaching up to cup your cheek with her hand.

You kissed her back and couldn't help the smile that formed on her lips as you kissed. The group cheered as you guys finally made a move on each other, even if it was with a little help. Amber's heart raced as she felt the warmth of your lips against hers. She returned the kiss, their first one, feeling more electric than she could have imagined. As the cheers filled the air, she deepened the kiss, lost in the moment.

You swallowed the sound that threatened to escape your throat as Amber deepened the kiss before pulling away. You look at Amber with a grin, "You don't know how long I've been dying to do that." Amber's cheeks were still flushed a deep shade of red, her heart still racing. "Me too," she admitted with a shy smile. "I didn't expect it to be like that." She laughed softly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

You smiled, "I didn't either." Mindy made a gagging noise, "Ok, get a room lovebirds.” "I guess we better go give Wes his hot chocolate," Amber said with a laugh, trying to regain her composure. She took your hand and led you back to the kitchen, a big dopey grin on her face. Martha looked at you both with a knowing look as she finished decorating the cookies, "And they're done. Thanks for the help girls."

You nod, "Anytime Martha." You grab the cookie tray to help Martha take it to the living room as Amber grabbed the rest of the hot chocolate mugs. "Yeah, anytime," Amber agreed, following you to the living room. She couldn't help but feel giddy from your kiss, a warm feeling spreading through her chest. The day ended with lots of laughs, hot chocolate, cookies and some christmas movies. As well as a new couple in the friend group.

[delayed-affection]

Slumber Party

Navigation   Oneshots

Justin Herbert x reader

Warnings: Awkward Justin at the end

Word count: 2.1k

You walk through Justin’s front door, hands full with bags, “It’s slumber party time!”

He quickly makes his way over to you, “It’s not a slumber party.” He chuckles, “You’re just spending the night.”

You huff as he grabs a bag from you, “That’s technically a slumber party.”

He looks into the bag he took, “You know I have food, right? There’s no need for a bag full snacks.”

You follow him as he walks to the kitchen, “Well I thought all you would have are protein bars and pre workout.”

He puts down the bag and grabs your shoulders, “Y/n. I’m still a human, I have to eat in order to survive. If you get hungry we could get chipotle or I could make you something.”

You drop your bags and grab his forearm, “I hate to break this to you, Herby, but I don’t actually like Chipotle.”

He looks at you in disbelief, “You had it like two weeks ago though.”

“I didn’t want you to eat alone. You invited me out and I would’ve felt bad if I just sat there watching you.” You inform

He lets his hands drop from your shoulders, “If I knew that I wouldn’t have gone there.”

“It’s fine, Herbert.” You assure with a small smile.

You pick up the bags on the floor and back up, “Look, I’m going to put these away and when I’m done we can get this slumber party started. Oh and What time is your game tomorrow?”

“It starts at ten but I have to be there before eight. And again, this is not a slumber party.” he says

He puts away all the snacks you brought while you put away your night bag and little things you brought for later.

~

“Are you sure you don’t want to play.” He asks loading up his game.

You nod, “Yeah, I’d much rather watch you play than me spend a round not knowing what was going on.”

He grabs his controller and sits down, “I’m not going to let you sit there and watch me.”

“You’re not.” You argue, “If its that big of a deal, I’ll play something on my laptop.”

He rolls his eyes, “Play what? Solitaire?”

You get up off the couch and walk to get your laptop, “Sims 4, actually.”

“Sims 4?” he whispers to himself.

~

You don’t spend too much time playing Sims not wanting to get wrapped into it and not being able to stop.

 You watch him play a few rounds of C.O.D, he wins a couple before calling it quits after a quick loss.

He gets up and puts his controller away, “Are you hungry?”

“For chipotle?” You tease

“Ha ha.” He says, “I’m being serious.”

He looks down at his watch, “Its six thirty, do you wanna stay here and make something? Or we could order something?”

You stand up, “I’m already ahead of you.”

You bring him to the kitchen, “If you actually looked at the things I brought you would’ve noticed that they’re for cajun chicken pasta.”

“I was wondering why you chicken in the bag.” He confesses

You pat his cheek, “I think you’ve taken one too many hits to the head.”

~

The two of you now sit in his living, your legs lay on top of his lap while his feet are propped up on the coffee table.

He mindlessly rubs his thumb on your calf.

His eyes are trained in the tv, watching an episode of NCIS.

Your eyes however are on him, watching how his face slightly scrunches at the sight of the body. How the flashes of the screen light up his face.

You pick up your phone and see that it’s nine o’clock, already having ate dinner you know it’s only a matter of time til he’s off to bed for his early morning.

Putting your phone down you sit up straight and pick yourself up off the couch.

He looks up at you with wonder and slight concern, “Where are you going? It was just getting to the good part.”

You make your way to the guest room, “I’m just going to go grab something’s and change. You should change too. Oh, and wash your face while you’re in there.”

You leave him in the living room, hoping that he’ll go change for bed. Changing into an old shirt and some shorts, you wash your face and brush your teeth.

You grab one of the bags you brought, bring it with you out to the living room. Justin sits on the couch in different clothes.

He hears you coming and looks up from his phone, “What’s in the bag that required me to change and wash my face?”

Sitting down next to him you start pulling things out of the bag: face masks, serum, face rollers, eye cream, lip scrubs, chapstick, and moisturizer.

He looks at all the stuff laid out on the table, “What is this?”

You smile at him, “Stuff for your face, stuff that will make it look and feel nice.”

He raises an eyebrow at you, “Does my face not look nice?”

You shake your head, not wanting it to sound like that, “Your face is very nice, Herby. You’re like the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen.”

He blushes and smiles at your words, unable to reply.

You meant what you said, he was very pretty and his bashfulness wasn’t helping.

You pull a box out from the bag, “Would you like some tea before we start? I brought your favorite, well I hope it’s your favorite.”

He looks at the box and nods, “Yeah, yeah… tea would be nice and it is my favorite, thank you.”

You go to make the tea as he looks through all the things you brought.

~

You carefully bring the two cups back, not wanting to spill any of the hot liquid on yourself. You set them down along with some napkins.

You sit down with your entire body facing him, “Are you ready?”

He laughs softly, “Do I have a choice?”

“Well yes but no, because if you say no I’m just going to beg until you say yes.” You tell him, “Okay, now, is it okay if I get up close and personal?”

He looks at you for a second but nods.

You pick up the two lip scrubs you brought, “Do you want cherry or strawberry?”

“Umm… Cherry, I guess.” He answers comes out more as a question.

“These are lip scrubs, I probably should have started with that, but do you want to apply it or do you want me to? Or do you want to watch me do it first and then you try?”

“I’ll… I’ll watch you first.”

You hand him the cherry one and unscrew the strawberry one, “Okay, so you’re going to take a little on your finger and apply to your lips.”

He watches as you apply small layer to your lips.

“Then you just rub your lips together.” You do just as said and grab a napkin, “Then you wipe them off or you can lick them but personally I think that’s gross.”

Wiping your lips off you nod at him, “Your turn.”

He does exactly what you did and takes the napkin from you wiping his lips, “What now?”

You pull two headbands out from the bag, “Would you like a cow or a bow?” You give him no time to respond, “Doesn’t matter you’re getting the cow.”

You slip the headband over and, on your head, handing him his. He looks at the headband and then to you before hesitantly putting it on.

Picking up the face masks you tear one open, “This is a sheet mask, it’s going to be cold but it helps. I must ask, can I touch your face?”

He rolls his eyes, “Yes, Y/n, you can touch my face.”

You scoot closer to him and take out the mask, “close your eyes please.”

When his eyes close you start to put on the mask. He flinches when you smooth it down by his eye making you jump.

You go to apologize thinking you got some of the mask in his eye or that you poked him but stop yourself when you hear him trying not to laugh.

You lightly flick his forehead and mumble, “asshole.”

Once it’s fully smoothed down on his face you scoot back, “You can open your eyes now, you’re going to let it sit on your face for ten minutes.”

You tear open the other and put it on, he watches as you do it with such ease.

He waits til your done to ask his long but short awaited questions, “What is this supposed to help with? Also can I drink with this on?”

“These ones are to brighten your skin but there are a bunch of different ones that do different things and yes you can drink with it on. I like to think that why the hole is there.”

He picks up his mug and the two of you watch a little more of the show before you have to take them off.

~

Throwing away the masks you move onto the next item, making sure you washed your hands first.

“Okay so this is a Hyaluronic Acid serum and just because it says acid doesn’t mean it’s going to burn your face. It’s going to help with the dry spots on your face.” You inform knowing the questions he’s going to ask.

“Okay so I’m going to put some onto my hands and then rub it on your face. Sound good?” You ask picking up the bottle.

He nods, “Can I put it on you?”

You let out a soft chuckle, “Sure, are your hands clean?”

He nods again and you give him the okay.

You put some into your hands, rubbing them together you move them to his face, “Close your eyes please.”

He closes his eyes and lets you rub your hands around his face. When you’re done he opens them and holds his hands out.

Dropping some into his hands, he rubs his hands together and slowly moves closer to your face.

He looks at you, taking in your face; he smiles to himself as you close your eyes. He lightly moves his hands around your face, afraid that he’ll hurt you somehow.

His hands stop moving at your cheeks but you keep your eyes closed waiting for him to do something. Except his hands don’t move and he doesn’t say anything.

You open your eyes, “We have two things left, you ready?”

He drops his hands and sighs, “Yeah, what’s left?”

You pick up two containers, eye cream and moisturizer, “The blue container is the eye cream which surprisingly goes under your eyes and the pink container is the moisturizer and that goes all over your face. Simple.”

You take off your headband, “We also won’t be needing these anymore.”

He follows your lead taking off his headband.

~

You clap your hands together when you’re done, “And just like that, we’re finished. Now all we have to do is go to sleep and the slumber party will be, sadly, over.”

He laughs, “I’d call this more of a spa day than a slumber party.”

“What are you talking about? We hung out, cooked dinner, played cod; well you played, all I did was watch. But we started to binge NCIS and had a self care night. I’d say that’s a slumber party.” You argue

“Where’s the party? Aren’t parties supposed to be fun?”

You roll your eyes getting up, “I thought we were having fun, jackass.”

He laughs and gets up, “I was joking, this was very much so a party.” He puts his hands on your shoulders, “A slumber party, some would say.”

You give him a slight stern look, “You’re just saying that to be nice.”

He smiles and moves his hand to your face, “I’m always nice.”

You softly laugh, “Yeah, but you can be an ass sometimes.”

“Yeah?” He asks

Your eyes flicker to his lips, “Yeah.”

 “I know.” He whispers, his face slowly moving closer to yours. Long silent seconds pass.

His hands bringing your face closer, closing what little space was left. His lips met yours.

Its sweet and gentle, the type of kiss that could sweep you off your feet. Short little pecks follow as the two of you pull away.

He looks at you with love in his eyes, “Sleep with me?”

Your face fills with confusion, “Huh?”

He quickly shakes his head, letting his hands drop from your face, “I mean, go to bed with me- No that still sounds weird. Ummm... Would you like to lay down and go to sleep with me?”

You try your best not to laugh at his awkwardness, “Let’s get you to bed, J.” You take his hand, “And I’ll even sleep with you.”

[infernalodie]

𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 || 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚

“𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰“

Inspo: Henry Verus - WHOEVER BEAM - SUNDOWN Ft. Justin Bieber

Pairing: Olivia Colomar “Sombra” x Black!Fem!reader

Summary: No matter who you spent nights with, you would always hold a special spot in your heart for her...

Warnings: Angst, Smut, thigh riding, Sub!Sombra, Dom!reader, praise kink, and fluff.

Words: 1570

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

It wasn’t ideal for you to be living in a cold apartment in Detroit. Neither was it for you to sleep with a gun beside your bed. Nothing about your living situation was ideally how you wanted it. You didn’t want to have Overwatch on speed dial if you felt the tiniest bit anxious. You didn’t want to have to look over your shoulder when you left the office. None of this wasn’t what you wanted, but it was how it needed to be. Not by choice, but by force.

Olivia had her reasons for putting you up in a shitty apartment, but you knew it was because of her work. And although she never said it to your face, she wouldn’t dare put a target on your back. Talon wouldn’t hesitate to use you as leverage and create a liability out of you. Forcing her to do whatever they asked and never hesitate. She wouldn’t ever admit to it, but you knew and hated her for it. Among other things.

But the moon hung enough that it seemed to make the stars pop, brightening the sky to your liking. With a cold cup of Whiskey clasped between your palms, you enjoyed the little things available to you. Being cut off from being able to make actual connections, the moon was your only friend nowadays, and his company was always welcomed.

Yet, you were never really alone. From the hidden cameras in the living room and kitchen, Olivia was always keeping an eye on you. But it didn’t bother you as much as you’d think it would. Always glancing up at one and giving it a faint smile before continuing about your business. You don’t know if she watched the feed extensively or just occasionally checked in. If she did, she hadn’t said anything about the women you had brought home. And if she did, she couldn’t do anything because the two of you were done either way and if she wanted to lock you up in an apartment, you were allowed to release some tension.

And with the knowledge of always feeling watched by the woman and being locked up in this apartment for almost 6 months, you could say you’ve taken notice of your surroundings. So, when you hear the sliding door to the balcony slightly open, you hum. “Olivia, you don’t need to hide.”

There was a small pause before you saw in the corner of your eye a purple flash where the girl’s figure was revealed. Instead of her operative clothes, she wore a tank top and jeans. Purple sleeves gave a glow into the late night as she leaned against the frame. Hair slightly astray from likely another night of tireless work. “How did you know it was me, amor?”

Taking a sip of your Whiskey, you stood to your feet. Olivia couldn’t help her eyes from running up your tall figure. You hadn’t gotten out of your work clothes yet. Black slacks with your black button-up with the two top buttons undone. Sleeves rolled up revealing your dark skinned forearms and hands that she stared at a moment longer than needed.

“3 years, ‘Liv,” you muttered, leaning against the railing. “3 years gives me knowledge most are too blind to see.”

Olivia hummed, reminded of the time you two had spent together. Although it wasn’t ever brought up between the two of you, those years were the brightest she experienced. Maybe it was because she was able to call someone hers or was able to find a warm set of arms to hold her after a long day of work. She could also say it was your willingness to date her despite her job, finding ways to balance your guys’ life so the two of you could continue to love each other. But at that time, she didn’t need to be concerned if Talon would dive deep into her personal life. Of course, that changed with the more reputation she gained in the organization and the more people got suspicious about her wanting to get time off. Which had resulted in the downfall of the relationship and her placing you in this apartment.

You couldn’t blame her for it though. The decision came from a place of love. “And did those 3 years teach you how to joder a esas putas?” A smile twitched on your face, looking over your shoulder at the woman who wore a tiny pout and an annoyed look on her face.

So, she had been watching you extensively.

Licking your lips, you shrugged. “Not really. I just fuck them the way that you always liked it,” you stated, smiling wickedly at the woman. “Turns out, they really fucking like it.”

At that point, she knew what you were doing. Seeking a reaction out of her for entertainment or something else. And as much as she didn’t want to give in, you had her wrapped around your finger. The strings of her heart tangled with yours in an irreversible knot. You had a cause-and-effect aspect pinned to her and no matter the distance or time away, you affected her with everything you did. So, her reaction to this statement was likely to happen.

Walking up to you, she gently turned you around so your back was to the railing. Staring down at the girl who glared up at you. “But did they ever make you feel good, Y/n?” She inquired, fingers hooking to the belt loops and pulling your waist forward. Planting a firm foot between hers, you tilted your head and invited her closer with a simple nod.

Taking the invitation, Olivia inhaled sharply when your strong thigh met her neglected cunt. Even though layers of fabric divided her from the sweet serenity, she would take the friction for everything she could. Looking up at you with those same old purple orbs of hers that could be masked as innocent. But the thing was Olivia was a trickster. “Sombra” was always appearing on the outside from her tech wiz to her mischievous acts.

Placing your glass down, both your hand held her face with you slowly pressing your lips to hers. And it felt like everything shifted and fell into place. Connecting like and intertwining like thread around thumbtacks or puzzle pieces. Because it felt like you were back in an apartment in Mexico with the scent of freshly brewed coffee blossoming in the air. The warm essence from Olivia’s skin invades your senses beautifully. And when her lips moved with yours, her tongue fighting for some sort of dominance, and your guys’ teeth clashing, it all felt right.

Her hips slowly rocked against your thigh, moaning against your lips. You pulled only a breath away, wanting to hear her whimper as you lifted your leg slightly, applying more pressure to her cunt. And you were rewarded by her whines. A smirk formed on your face as you watched her face twist and contort in pleasure. The fingers that had been hooked in your belt loops now grasped your shirt tightly in desperation.

“Mierda.” She breathed heavier, her body overwhelmed with heat as that knot in the pit of her stomach became more apparent to her senses. Olivia wasn’t sure if you were planning on giving her more, but if you weren’t she was more than willing to fall apart on your thigh.

“Doing so good for me, sweetheart.” Your hands fell to her hips, helping guide her. “Such a good girl for me, Sombra.”

The use of her alias sent shivers down her spine, forgetting the guide your hands provided and grinding harder against your leg. Face nestling in the crook of your neck where her moans and whimpers found their place. And her warm breath against your ebony skin was something that you missed just as much as her entirely. 6 months of loneliness and the reminder that she wasn’t yours anymore had hurt. But having her now, being given the blissful sense of completion made this better.

Her breaths became choked and stuttered with her hips rocking with abandonment. “You gonna come for me, love?” Her whine was all the confirmation you need to raise your leg a little higher, applying the extra pressure needed for the woman. “Come for me. Be a good girl and come.”

On command, she did so and let out a cry. Her metallic nails dug through your shirt and into your skin nicely. The way she quivered against you, hips stuttering in their thrusts and legs wobbling beneath her was something you dearly missed seeing. And when she leaned into your body, you held her close, helping her find the ground after the high.

Pressing your lips to her temple and keeping them there for a few moments before you said, “Whoever enters my life Olivia, I’ll always still love you, baby.” Pulling away, you looked down at the criminal to find her lips curled in a tired smile with those beautiful purple eyes staring up at you. The essence of purity found within them that brought you back to the moments the two of you first started dating. Pure joy and love were found within her gaze. It was something special.

Smiling, you pushed a few rogue strands from her eyes and held her cheek. She leaned into the warmth, eyes flickering shut. “You own my heart forever.”

[alexiavettel]

chapter four

"The world was whole then, the sun and the moon together as one"

pairing: charles leclerc x fem¡stroll!reader

word count: 2.3k+

warnings: explicit language, mentions of sex, a bit of car stuff cause i have any self control, asshole!charles, almost panic attack and sensible leclerc.

disclaimer: any photo used is not supposed to represent the reader, all all Pinterest pics that matches the context

<<< previous part

February 23th, 2022

Spain, Barcelona- pre-season testing

“Are you excited for the press conference? At least you’re with Lewis, George and Seb” Liv asked grinning.

“For the only questions be about if I’m fucking Leclerc or not?”

“Well, are you?”

“LIV??? Have you gone mad? What the fuck girl?”

“Sorry darling but maybe a hate fuck would help with all the endless bickering-"

“I would never!”

“Gotta quote the biggest singer of all time ‘never say never’” she didn’t really sang this in the middle of the paddock, right?

“Have you just- Justin Bieber really?”

“Why not?”

“But why?”

•

“This question is for all of you, after having experienced the new car how do you think it will perform this season? Best or worse than the W12 and AMR21? Respectively” an older woman asks us

“If you say it’s better than the W12 I give up my seat” I cracked a joke before Lewis could speak and the room erupted in a chorus of laughter

“Well, like our dear Y/n mentioned it would be hard to overcome the W12 so in some aspects the W13 is a bit worse but all of us are putting plenty of effort into it”

“Yes, and that maybe means not a so good start of season for us but we are going to give our best and try to set the car in the way we need and want” just by hearing George speaking the British in me threatens to take place.

“But we sure will find a- not easy- but fast way to the top! Overall is a good car after analysing the data, we are glad of the recent results but we are looking forward to new updates during the year indeed”

“Thank you, boys. And what about the AMR22?”

“The green is great!” and that ladies and gentlemen was Sebastian Vettel

“Seb!” I laughed because my brother said EXACTLY the same thing after the car launch

“But it’s impossible to predict where we will be, at this stage. But surely, we're on the climb, so we want to be better than last year. Last year, we had our difficulties and I think for many reasons we should be better off this year.”

“Someone here got along better with the car than this old man but certainly the excitement is very high, and the potential as well that the team is gathering, the momentum to pick up during the season and improve the car throughout the season, I think, our potential is just rising. I can't wait to get on track, see where we are, and get going.”

“We are very optimistic but at the same time, there are so many new things, with new tyres, completely new cars, lots of new challenges. I hope the field will be closer together, that will give us more chances to race and race more at the front than we did last year. But realistically, the answer at the moment is we don't know and we have to be a little bit more patient to give you a proper good answer”

“We indeed have big potential to be championship contenders in the future, as our team has already mentioned in the car launch we are in year two of our five-year plan to grow more. If we are talking about data we got better results but we don’t know compared to the rest of the field. All we can do is hope and keep pushing.”

“Oi, that’s my line!” Lewis scolded me

“Now about the bachelors of this press, or should I say only one bachelor now? There are rumours about you Stroll, being in a relationship with Leclerc can you confirm?” I knew this question was about to come but I still can feel an uncomfortable amount of eyes burning me, including my fellow drivers.

“The internet is assuming this only because of a jet ski ride? Well the only thing I can confirm at the moment is that we are close friends who were enjoying our last free days together with other friends”

“In the moment? Sus for me”

“Shut up George or did you forget I can steal your girl?” this bitch “Love you, Carmen!” I searched the camera crew and said with an enamoured smile.

“Will you ever let this die?”

“Never” me and the two older drivers said together laughing at Russell’s disappointed face.

All this fuss about me and Carmen was because of a game of fuck, marry or kill in 2020

“Okay now what about Yn, Alonso and Albon” Danny asked in the middle of the group formed by me, Seb, Lewis, George and Carmen, Daniel, Alex and Lily, Lando and Lance.

“Ow can I fuck and marry Yn?” Carmen spilled out without thinking twice, as some of us die in laughter and the others were too stunned to speak (George was clearly the latter)

“I’m flattered girl, it’s about time” I joked while she seated in my lap laughing (drunk Carmen is something else)

“Can I join?” Lily asked fake pouting while Alex and George went whining.

“Babe I’m literally in the game?” Alex almost cried.

“I’m not even able to say anything”

“The boy just got flabbergasted” Lewis chimed in making fun of his new teammate.

“Oh god give the poor boy a minute” Seb said struggling to keep his laugh.

So if one of us dares to tell this to the public we might get killed by a 1.85 brit who tends to persuade people with powerpoints.

“But no I’m not in a relationship at the moment and not with the Ferrari’s golden boy” I tried to say in a sweet tone but Seb noticed the hidden bitterness.

•

Charles Leclerc POV:

“So Charles please tell us, rumours had surfaced about you being in a relationship with your former teammate, Y/n Stroll. What do you have to say about it?”

“No comments” for real? That’s the first question I get?

“Well, given your last relationship these rumours are alarming right?” He's trying to piss me off? “Especially considering Stroll is a driver as well and has an enviable reputation so that could cause problems on the track, right?”

“I think that you could just stop snooping around my private life and focus on track” I couldn't hold myself, when I looked over to Mia Djacic (best known as my dear press officer) I felt her piercing eyes burning me. Yep Charles, prepare yourself for the lecture.

•

“You know that in Bahrain you will be in a serious relationship with Stroll right?! You can’t pull things like that, oh my God Charles you just give me problems!-” Mia started her lecture the moment she closed the door of my driver’s room.

“Then quit- Sorry I didn't mean that” why do you keep doing that?

“Oh, you meant it. Otherwise, you wouldn't have said. I've been with you since Alfa Romeo, don’t bullshit me now Charles! You need to learn how to control yourself, man!”

“But you saw what he said, I am tired of these people thinking they know everything about me!”

“Stop screaming, Charl” it’s so infuriating that I keep losing control over this shit, I just don’t know what to do is natural.

“I’m sorry… They just make me so fucking mad, that it’s impossible to hold myself. And you can believe I gained 300K new followers on Instagram after that pic of me and Y/n? They speak about her like she’s some type of angel! Like she’s perfect and better than me but look who is in Ferrari? She doesn’t even has a fucking win yet!”

“Are you mad because the questions were about your private life or because they put in a way like Y/n is better than you?”

“I don’t know? I just hate all this and-”

“The FIA’s director spoke with Binotto about you.”

“WHAT?”

“About your ‘unjustifiable and rude attitudes’ lately, they threatened to give you a penalty”

“Grid penalties? That isn’t fair! I-”

“Not grid penalties but to all the team, because apparently Ferrari can’t control a driver” I can’t believe what I’m hearing…

“They can actually do this?...” I asked and the blonde in front of me just shrugged with a lopsided smile in answer “I’m sorry Mia, but can you leave now? I need some time alone”

“Sure, Charl. But remember what I told you in Monaco last year, being a driver is not just about driving. And Y/n will be waiting for you in 25 minutes in the parking lot by the way”

Oh awesome!

•

“Are your eyes red?” that’s not possible, I checked myself in the mirror before going out.

“Are you worried about me, darling?” I tried to joke but she touched my arm making me turn to her.

“Don’t play with me, Leclerc. What happened? Are your family okay?”

“I ain’t playing. And yeah, everyone is fine”

“So what is it? Why were you crying?” She holds me tighter.

“It’s nothing, for God’s sake Y/n” I managed to make her let go of my arm. I don’t know why she is doing this…

“Charles, can't you grow up? You are clearly fucked up and I wanna know why so I can maybe help you”

“Are you high? You trying to help me?”

“If you try and think a bit more than your little brain normally can, you gonna figure out that if we are actually doing this dating thing we have to act like adults and try to be better for each other”

“Okay I get it, but it’s nothing really” can’t believe but she’s kinda right

“It’s about the press, isn’t it?” she got to hold my arm again.

“Why do you think this?”

“Because you probably got scolded by every pr soul in your team? Or because you have a mouth bigger than your control?”

“Ow shut up!”

“So I got it, huh? What type of trouble did you get yourself into this time? Please tell me I won’t have to kiss you in front of everyone to get your bare reputation back!”

“Ew, but yeah the shit hit the fan and if I continue with mine ‘unjustifiable and rude attitudes’ the entire team are going to get in trouble with FIA. Oh God, I don’t even know why I am telling you that!”

“Oh I got you”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re bringing a bad image not only for Ferrari but to all Formula One. This happened to me once, they threatened to give a strike”

“Why? Aren’t you their little miss perfect?”

“Because I tried to set a stand in Saudi Arabia last year for women who were banned from driving until 2018 and for women's rights in general”

“But Hamilton and-”

“Yep FIA allowed me to make the stand only after the boys proposed, Lew and Seb supported me since F2 so when I told them about it cause I was scared and they threatened FIA back saying they would quit” she said laughing.

“Not surprising coming from FIA…”

“Exactly but don’t get me wrong boy, you really need to work on your reputation. You might even lose your seat, and we both know how hard you fought for it. Don’t waste it by being hot-headed, come on man you’re in Ferrari! You want to be a driver for Ferrari since, what? Since you were 7? You can’t waste it!”

When I started shaking she noticed mid-sentence and hugged me tight, she said exactly what my dad say in that letter…

“I don’t know what’s happening right now, Y/n. Sometimes looks like everything is going down! Somehow I’m always in the middle of something, and people say like I am the one to blame. I know I am wrong for being so fucking easy to be pissed off but they don’t know shit about me and they keep painting me as a villain” I pulled away from her to look into her eyes “I hate to lose control, Y/n! And I don’t know what to do, I never do!”

“We might not like each other, Leclerc. But we fought too much, too many fucking years tolerating shit from everyone to finally make it to F1. And look where we fucking are now! If you don’t know what to do for you, do it for your younger self, who always dreamed about beating me in F1! You just need to wait a little more until I get a real competitive car so I can properly beat your ass. So start thinking more before speaking or acting, hold your anger to the track. Just try to not break my arm again in the process…”

Her eyes are different while she is talking to me like this. A different kind of glint, a gentle way (which is extremely weird since I am never the receiving end of this type of glances). She smiles like she knows everything but not in an annoying way, but like she knows what is happening and is sure everything is going to be alright, it’s kinda comfortable. I ask myself if that is what the public see, only this part of her. Have to admit, it’s kinda mesmerising.

“And I know this is not the best moment to say this but tomorrow we have to come together in the paddock” she said in one breath with a cheshire grin “in my car by the way”

“S-Sure”

“Sure? Oh god you must’ve been really fucked up to agree with me this easy. I got to go, okay? Drive safe, bye Charles” she enters her dark green car and away she goes without one more word.

If I am being honest, I don’t have any fucking idea what just happened. It's like I was talking with a complete different person, a caring and thoughtful old friend. But she’s her. End of it. I don’t know how she knows that I wanted to be a Ferrari driver since I was 7, or what words she could use to actually push me through this shit and not get me anymore mad. But she knew.

@laura-naruto-fan1998 hope you enjoyed <3

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Fandoms + Ships (for Prompt Purposes)

As I like to reblog prompts a lot but have the annoying little habit of jumping ship on a fandom, I decided it is finally time I make an official list, which will be constantly updated as I develop new interests! If there’s a ship you want to request but it isn’t here, just ask and I’ll let you know where I stand with it!

In The Flesh

• Kieren x Rick

• Kieren x Simon

The Hunger Games

• Everlark (Katniss/Peeta)

• Finnick/Annie

• Haymitch/Effie

• Katniss/Madge

HSMTMTS

• Caswen (Ricky/EJ)

• Portwell (EJ/Gina)

• Mashlynn (Maddox/Ashlynn)

• Ricky/Jet

The Vampire Diaries

• Stelena (Stefan/Elena)

• Mattlena (Matt/Elena)

• Tylena (Tyler/Elena)

• Elenijah (Elijah/Elena)

• Barolena (Bonnie/Caroline/Elena)

• Stexi (Stefan/Lexi)

• Denzo (Damon/Enzo)

• Forwood (Tyler/Caroline)

• Maroline (Matt/Caroline)

• Bamon (Bonnie/Damon)

• Bamenzo (Bonnie/Damon/Enzo)

• Carenzo (Caroline/Enzo)

• Dalijah (Damon/Elijah)

• Parkwood (Tyler/Liv)

• Klayley (Klaus/Hayley)

Legacies

• Handon (Hope/Landon)

• Jandon (Josie/Landon)

• Henelope (Hope/Penelope)

• Hizzie (Hope/Lizzie)

• Kizzie (Kaleb/Lizzie)

• Methan (MG/Ethan)

• Ked (Kaleb/Jed)

• Dark!Jobastian (Dark!Josie/Sebastian)

• Landizzie (Landon/Lizzie)

Teen Wolf

• Sciles (Scott/Stiles)

• Scydia (Scott/Lydia)

• Mccallinski (Lydia/Scott/Stiles)

• Stalia (Stiles/Malia)

• Malydia (Malia/Lydia)

• Stira (Stiles/Kira)

• Scira (Scott/Kira)

• Liason (Liam/Mason)

• Allydia (Allison/Lydia)

• Allerica (Allison/Erica)

• Berica (Boyd/Erica)

• Malisaac (Malia/Isaac)

• Lydora (Lydia/Cora)

• Allora (Allison/Cora)

• Scanny (Scott/Danny)

• Malira (Malia/Kira)

The Witcher

• Yennskier (Yennefer/Jaskier)

• Geraskerer (Geralt/Yennefer/Jaskier)

• Raskier (Radovid/Jaskier)

• Trennefer (Triss/Yennefer)

• Geralt/Triss

EastEnders

• Frobby (Bobby/Freddie)

• Chryed (Christian/Syed)

• Ballum (Ben/Callum)

• Sukeve (Suki/Eve)

• Ben Mitchell/Kheerat Panesar

• Jack Branning/Michael Moon

• Whitney Dean/Chelsea Fox

• Lauren Branning/Peter Beale

• Lauren Branning/Lucy Beale

• Peter Beale/Fatboy

• Zack Hudson/Martin Fowler

• Zack Hudson/Felix Baker

• Anna Knight/Bernie Taylor

• Stacey Slater/Danielle Jones

• Peter Beale/Tamwar Masood

• Darren Miller/Tamwar Masood

• Masood Ahmed/Jane Beale

• Anna Knight/Bobby Beale

• Anna Knight/Bobby Beale/Freddie Slater

• Linda Carter/Alfie Moon

Hollyoaks

• McHay (Ste/John Paul)

• McShepherd (John Paul/Carter)

• Stendan (Ste/Brendan)

• Brendan/Walker

• Joel/Theresa

• Brendan/Warren

• Brendan & Mitzeee (platonic)

• Brendan & Joel (platonic)

• Amy/Michaela

• Leah/Vicky

Friends

• Roey (Rachel/Joey)

• Chanoey (Chandler/Joey)

Stranger Things

• Elmax (El/Max)

• Elumax (El/Lucas/Max)

• Byclair (Lucas/Will)

• Byler (Will/Mike)

• Ronance (Robin/Nancy)

• Steddie (Steve/Eddie)

Glee

• Blam (Blaine/Sam)

• St. Hudson (Finn/Jesse)

• Tike (Tina/Mike)

• Quinntana (Quinn/Santana)

• Pezberry (Santana/Rachel)

• Quinncedes (Quinn/Mercedes)

• Sike (Sam/Mike)

• Jarley (Jake/Marley)

• Kurtbastian (Kurt/Sebastian)

The Flash

• Barrisco (Barry/Cisco)

• Snowbarrisco (Caitlin/Barry/Cisco)

• WestStein (Joe/Martin)

• Superflash (Barry/Kara)

• Thallen (Barry/Eddie)

•Westthallen (Iris/Barry/Eddie)

• Westhawne (Iris/Eddie)

Outlander

• Jamie/John

• John/Brianna

• Brianna/Roger

• Lizzie/Josiah/Kezzie

• William/Denzell

Lucifer

• Lucifella (Ella/Lucifer)

• Douchifella (Lucifer/Dan/Ella)

• Mazifer (Maze/Lucifer)

• Douchifer (Dan/Lucifer)

• Chlaze (Chloe/Maze)

PJO/HoO

• Jasico (Jason/Nico)

• Jercy (Jason/Percy)

• Perachel (Percy/Rachel)

• Rachabeth (Rachel/Annabeth)

• Pipabeth (Piper/Annabeth)

Merlin

• Merthur (Merlin/Arthur)

• Mercelot (Merlin/Lancelot)

•Merwaine (Merlin/Gwaine)

• Morgwen (Morgana/Gwen)

The Dumping Ground

• Elektra/Faith

• Elektra/Carmen

• Carmen/Lily

• Tyler/Jody

• Jody/Sasha

• Tyler/Ryan

• Chloe/Candi-Rose

• Candi-Rose/Bird

• Candi-Rose/Jay

The Story of Tracy Beaker

• Tracy/Crash

• Tracy/Ben

• Tracy/Lol

• Lol/Wolfie

• Crash/Rio

• Justine/Rebecca

Life With Derek

• Dasey (Derek/Casey)

• Derek/Sam

• Derek/Trevor

• Casey/Sally

Boy Meets World

• Shory (Shawn/Cory)

• Jeric (Jack/Eric)

• Eric/Jason

• Shawngela (Shawn/Angela)

• Shawpanga (Shawn/Topanga)

Girl Meets World

• Rilaya (Riley/Maya)

• Riley/Zay

• Riarkle (Riley/Farkle)

• Lucaya (Lucas/Maya)

• Maya/Zay

• Riley/Maya/Zay

Descendants

• Jal (Jay/Mal)

• Jaylos (Jay/Carlos)

• Mevie (Mal/Evie)

• Hevie (Harry/Evie)

• Buma (Ben/Uma)

• Umaudrey (Uma/Audrey)

• Haudrey (Harry/Audrey)

• Humaudrey (Harry/Uma/Audrey)

• Bevie (Ben/Evie)

iCarly

• Creddie (Carly/Freddie)

• Carly/Sam

• Carper (Carly/Harper)

• Sparper (Spencer/Harper)

Victorious

• Tandre (Tori/Andre)

• Jori (Jade/Tori)

Zoey 101

• Quogan (Quinn/Logan)

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The Big Eleven: Cameron Sage From / Austin Miller / khalisha / Eliza Roe / Gabrielle Grace x Cory Hale / Tini Vessel / liv. / The Campbell Apartment / Rex on Demand / The Velvet Fuzz / Summer

The Big Eleven: The following tracks are a selection of those submitted to Keep Walking Music that definitely deserve more attention than Justin Bieber! Cameron Sage From – SuperficialRelease date: Apr 02, 2024 Austin Miller – Road to RigaRelease date: Mar 15, 2024 khalisha – ScarsRelease date: Nov 24, 2023 Eliza Roe – Ethereal JunkieRelease date: Feb 01, 2024 Gabrielle Grace x Cory Hale –…

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El premio es de 1,5 millones de dólares. Nick Dunlap se lleva el American Express, pero se queda sin el cheque por su condición de aficionado GERARDO RIQUELME En tiempos donde el golf sólo habla de dinero, Nick Dunlap vino a rescatar el romanticismo de este deporte. El estadounidense de 20 años, aún amateur, se alzó con la victoria en el American Express, el torneo que el año pasado ganó Jon Rahm, para convertirse en el primer golfista aficionado que gana un evento del PGA Tour, el circuito más prestigioso del mundo, desde 1991, cuando Phil Mickelson se llevó el Northern Telecom Open. Su condición le impidió disfrutar de un cheque de 1,512 millones de dólares, que recayo en el segundo clasificado, Christian Bezuindehout, poderoso contraste con el que el zurdo más famoso del golf tuvo que renunciar hace 33 años que fue de 180.000. Más impacto tiene pensar que su predecesor en el palmarés se mueve en 600 millones tras el mareante fichaje por el LIV Golf y el no se llevará, de momento, un centavo. El mismo Rahm lo felicitó en X y auguró "un gran futuro para este talento". Por el desenlace pareció algo predestinado. Sam Burns, uno de los 12 golfistas estadounidenses que sucumbió el pasado otoño en Roma en la Ryder Cup, llegó al fácil hoyo 16, el último par 5 del torneo, con un golpe de ventaja sobre Dunlap y no sólo no le sacó partido, sino que jugando a su lado en las dos salidas siguientes mandó sendas bolas al agua, firmó dos doble bogeys para acabar en sexto lugar. Dunlap, que había visitado el agua en el hoyo 7 (un doble bogey), y que había visto como Burns le había comido tres golpes, se limitó a hacer el par en esos dos hoyos finales para lograr el triunfo más histórico hasta donde alcanza la memoria. Estudiante aún de segundo año en la Universidad de Alabama y ganador del US Amateur -el torneo que ganó cuatro veces Tiger Woods-, el protagonista dejó otra muesca para su leyenda: con 29 bajo par, sobre todo gracias a la prodigiosa tarjeta de 60 golpes del sábado, batió el récord del torneo de La Quinta (California), con un resultado de 259, uno mejor que el sudafricano Bezuindehout. Púrpura a su victoria En tercer lugar quedaron jugadores tan reputados como Justin Thomas, ganador de dos grandes -y también estudiante de Alabama en su época universtaria- y Xander Schauffele, el campeón olímpico. Dunlap no pudo, sin embargo, batir el récord de precocidad en el circuito pues Jordan Spieth, que se saltó la etapa del paraninfo, ganó el John Deere Classic de 2013 con 19 años. "No pude optar al cheque, pero fue un privilegio estar aquí y recibir el apoyo de tanto público. Poder demostrar que el golf amateur también es realmente bueno es algo único. Pero reconozco que aún estoy en shock. Nunca había visto tanta cámara y tanto periodista en un green", dijo la nueva sensación, que ya ganaba torneos importantes de edad a los 11 y 12 años. Sólo otro jugador aficionado, Scott Verplank en el Western Open de 1986, había ganado previamente en el PGA Tour en los últimos 68 años. El resto, cinco golfistas -Fred Haas, Carey Middlecoff, Frank Stranahan (dos veces), Gene Littler y Doug Sanders- lo hicieron entre 1945 y 1956 antes de la eclosión de Arnold Palmer, el impulsor del golf moderno como espectáculo. La pregunta que queda en el ambiente es cuánto tiempo tardará el LIV Golf, que aún tiene una vacante en el equipo de Rahm, en tocar a este jugador que es el número 3 mundial amateur, aunque la victoria le permitirá si lo desea jugar cualquier torneo del PGA Tour hasta la temporada 2026, sin abandonar la universidad. También jugará el Masters. Para recibir en tu celular esta y otras informaciones, únete a nuestras redes sociales, síguenos en Instagram, Twitter y Facebook como @DiarioElPepazo El Pepazo/Marca

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Willow: House of Griots | Pilot Script Table Reading

We’re back at it again with the Principal Cast of “Willow: House of Griots,” working through a table reading for the Pilot Episode. We discussed upcoming events, reviewed production scheduling and details, watched our short film “Willow: State of Emergency,” and sunk our teeth into this special 90-minute pilot episode of “House of Griots.” Much love to Elliot Guilbe for the Photography, Glenn Quentin for the Production Support, and Sultan Ali for the Marketing Support.

Principal Cast Ashley Noel Jones as Willow Kerubo Brown Suzanne Darrell as Iyoba the Foundress Cameisha Cotton as Diane X Kirrin Tubo as Taina Lilian Oben as Vanessa Charles Masiko Ensemble Reader Tommy Coleman Stage Directions Reader Heru Khuti

Showrunner & Writer Paul A. Notice II

Heads Up: Our Short Film “Willow: House of Griots” will be available on Amazon Prime later this year. Keep an eye out for our announcement. In the meantime, save the date for our upcoming Short Film Screening at Weeksville Heritage Center coming OCTOBER, 21st, 2023! Details coming soon!

You can Support “Willow: House of Griots” here.

Special Thanks to all of our supporters: Josmar Trujillo Nana Dakin Will Duggan James Reilly Kirrin Tubo Paul Notice Sr. Marco Rodriguez Nyle Emerson Doreen Notice Jade Notice Nichole Villafane Sita Sarkar Justin Prince Kiera Williams Paul VanDeCarr Jeannette Colyvas Daniel Notice Laura Edmondson Tommy Schaperkotter Glinetta Collins Larry Powell Erica Saucedo Megan & Liv Jeannette Colyvas Ian Harkins Jim Costanzo Melissa Noelle The Ellen & Andrew G. Celli Foundation, Inc. Holly Heckart Sarah Fleming Edward Rice Ataefiok Etukeren Joann Selvidge James Gantt Jade Notice Marie Casimir Rama Orleans-Lindsay Shiloh Hodges Benedict Nguyen Lizette Vernon Lily Bo-Shapiro Saleem Kashif Kendra Foster Anika Chowdhury Lia Bonfilio Katrina Reid Zell Davis Robin Holmes Gabby Sherba

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izombie meme // [3/8 relationships] » liv & justin

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iZombie: “Return of the Dead Guy” (3x10) | “I used to think being ‘ghosted’ was a rude way to end a relationship. But I’d much prefer the millennial way of doing things to an old-timey style haunting. Because this whole, ghosts-of-boyfriends I-shot-in-the-head thing? Really not working for me.”

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I've been on zombie dates before where the gentleman zombie and I weren't rocking the same brain. I was a pathological liar, he was a hypochondriac. He was gay, I was a nympho. So, how about we hop on the same brain train? Mmm, this spoon-feeding thing makes me think you ate my mom's brain. That'd make for an uncomfortable night. Come on.

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Oh Liv. I literally do not feel an iota of empathy for you. Justin is dorky, funny, chivalrous, and most importantly, puts up with all your crazy shit.

And you cheated on him. You actually CHOSE to cheat on him despite telling yourself it was wrong for who knows how many nights? Enough to become a regular at a bar you’d never been to until this episode.

“Cause horny brains”

Liv. You done fucked up, girl. For a dude anyone could have told you was sketchy af. Really fucked up. I hope Justin leaves your ass tbh. He deserves better. Get it together.

*Rant edited because I’m an ignorant fuck sometimes, lol. Thanks @liliaeth