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pick your battles

[vicsy]

"So," Daniel says and his voice doesn't wobble. He had to pull himself together for a minute or two, thumb hovering over Max's name on his phone screen while he stuffed a year's worth of bottled up emotions temporarily back into their bottle, now cracked along the sides. Small mercies, smaller victories. "Anything I want, huh?"

Not the best attempt at keeping his tone firmly in the joking territory but Max's answer is a short, bumpy giggle. He does this, always, in that private way that many others seem undeserving of but Daniel's a worthy exception, eight years and counting. He recalls Max face mid-laugh, the crinkle in his eyes. Daniel should have just texted; should have done it face-to-face instead.

"Of course," Max speaks up, finally, filling the anxious silence. Daniel hangs onto his voice like an non-believer would to a merciful god on a crashing plane. The irony of it kicks Daniel in the heart like a mule. On the other side of the line he hears the sound of a zipper, then a heavy thud. "It was insane fastest lap, mate. Thanks, it was nice of you. I can of course get you whatever you want now, you can make a list. You have ideas already, no?"

Max keeps saying something else. Daniel knows he's still talking because the claws tearing his insides apart retract and he doesn't have to fend to himself anymore, fight for his life in the pit of hungry lions. Max's voice lulls the part of him that always chooses flight – quiet literally – instead of fight. He just listens. A stewardess offers Daniel a glass of something, he takes it; he's not really on the plane and definitely not in the paddock anymore. The weird limbo surrounding him twists into pictures, visions, memories. Max talks about making time together so he can hand-deliver Daniel his impromptu gift, whatever it is, and maybe they can play padel again. Daniel thinks he should have made time to be bolder. Should have, could have, would have.

All Daniel stood for amounts to a single lap around the track in Singapore, suffocating heat, expectations crushed into dust and empty promises flung at him like knives but his hands aren't clutching the wheel anymore.

There is a pause, then, Max's raspy voice cutting off, letting the plane ambiance filter through. Daniel thinks it over again and not like he's drowning in options, pushing himself further back into the stiff business class seat, hoping he'd fuse his body with it. His hearts aches. Whatever he wants. And Daniel's on the run again, short end of a stick in hand and no one to pass it to.

Maybe at the end of the finish line Daniel's wishes are selfish and pretty simple.

"And what if it's you?"

In a short, gratifying moment where his stomach swoops like it's taking a ride on a rollercoaster and Max's breath catches audibly, Daniel thinks he pulled off a nice little trick and caught Max off guard. He could write it off as a joke with no problem but, fuck, Daniel missed having an upper hand, even if it's something he's never stopped wanting. Yet want was detrimental. Want led him to ruin but there was Max, oh, and Max he only wanted from a safe distance. And it's been growing smaller ever since.

Max lets out another raspy, little giggle tinged with something similar to relief, reserved only for Daniel, and with that any advantage is gone, up in flames but they don't scorch what's left of his ego. Daniel's left flailing with bitter uncertainty. He scrambles for a way out but Max beats him to it:

"I thought you would never ask," he says, easy, without mirth; warm, like he's been waiting for this, waiting to be asked to follow whenever Daniel chose to leave. He knows Max isn't fucking with him. Probably the most cruel part of it all is Max's clear-cut loyalty and unabashed kindness. Daniel struggles to go for a joke or full send it. Max carries on: "Did you leave? Maybe I can get to you in thirty minutes and–"

And then Daniel maybe feels his tattered soul stitching itself back together as he stares at the dark screen on the passenger seat in front of him, his phone pressed so, so firmly to his ear. His ribs might break under the stampede of his heart. Daniel rips his cap off his head, throws it on the seat next to him. Max's determination is a rug pulled beneath Daniel's feet, a stinging in the corner of his eyes blurring his vision anew. He swallows around a lump in his throat.

"I'm on the flight home," it sounds like an excuse but the scenery behind the illuminator moves and changes, taking Daniel further away from the chunk of his former self. He's the one always fucking leaving. "Kinda taking off in, uh. Five-ish?"

He called Max only when there was no chance left for him to bounce out of the plane dramatically. Now he's just some manic guy clutching a phone to the side of his face.

"Well, then it'll be a little bit more than thirty minutes," there is no pause before Max's statement lands heavy like a gavel. Daniel startles and above him the seat belt sign chimes once, twice.

"Max–"

"Have a safe flight home, Daniel."

Instead, Daniel marinates in what ifs.

Home is home but Daniel has a hard time remembering the last time he was in Perth without a semblance of a plan for the future. The idea sucks, big time, and simultaneously the unknown is awfully freeing. With his mom's hands around him, Daniel allows for the perpetual weight on his shoulders to be caught in a loving embrace. His dad sheds a few tears and even if Daniel's always been mama's boy, he cries, too. Through a smile, though, because he's home now, where nobody could ever hurt him; where his wounds would mend despite the quiet anger.

Sleep is as elusive as his chances used to be. Daniel's gittery on the inside, can't shake the feeling that he's missing something — a limb, a soul, some closure. A draft of the announcement feels like a noose tied around his throat and he could never have enough neck strength to make it snap before it drags him to the bottom of the ocean.

He thinks of Max. Of the few messages he didn't have the guts to send, of his own selfishness; of the record lap set in Singapore spelled with his name but Max's is written there, too, somewhere underneath where only Daniel can see. And he keeps thinking of Max and the great things unsaid, keeps existing on the farm in a comforting loop, keeps playing with his niece and nephew who he loves to death, loves more than the world can ever hate him. Nobody asks him to driver fast, nobody asks him for a miracle. Daniel's fresh out of those.

The message catches him counting invisible sheep and counting minutes down to when the post makes its way though the web. Daniel entertained sleep for a hot minute but he's wide awake, staring at his screen. 15 minutes. It's Max.

Walking out barefoot on the front porch, the sun just shy on the horizon, Daniel shivers. It's eerily quiet and he's left his phone in the bedroom. He doesn't know what to do with his hands. The only road leading to the farm remains empty but Daniel can swear he hears an engine running in the distance. Hope, stupidly, slithers under his skin and makes a home there.

There is an uncanny quality to it — watching a rental pull up in the driveway and then Max stumbling out of it, his eyes finding Daniel's in a fraction of a second. He walks up the steps of the front porch and Daniel knows he might actually wake up any minute now. Any second. He needs to cherish this moment.

"I told you it will take a little more than thirty minutes," Max says, casually. Daniel smiles and his lips wobble but it's a good thing. He looks down at his hands, counts all ten fingers, then looks up at Max's clean-shaven face, at the lovely mole on his lip.

It's not a dream. Sure as hell not a nightmare.

"Max, I didn't think you'd actually, uh. Wow," Daniel stumbles over his words. He's freaked out, giddy, perhaps properly insane. His announcement should be up by now but who gives a shit when Max is standing in front of him, light-blue t-shirt hugging his frame enticingly, and Daniel can practically see the sincere radiance of his heart through it. "Just because I said–"

"Wait!" Max says, stumbling back, then digs into the pocket of his criminally tight jeans. Daniel forces his mouth to close. He's surely not hallucinating from lack of sleep. Max is real, so real, fishing out a pink bow out of his pocket. He smiles, full faced and it reaches his eyes the same way Daniel wants to reach out for him but he's still paralysed, rooted in place, compartmentalising years worth of everything he denied himself. "I borrowed it from P. So it's a proper gift."

He sticks the bow to his forehead, still beaming, and looks at Daniel as if he hasn't walked through hell and high water to escape from this. Like Daniel's hasn't jumped through hoops to justify never acting on his impulses, every fibre of his being telling him to do otherwise. He searches Max's face for an answer he can only ever find elsewhere.

Then Daniel carefully cups Max's face and leverages himself forward.

The answer, he finds it — in the awkward press of his lips to Max's, in the mismatched way he clings to Max and Max doubles down, enveloping Daniel with almost his entire body, his entire soul. It's not a proper kiss by all means but it's everything else and more; more than Daniel though he could ask for but Max did say he can ask for whatever and Daniel's done being noble.

Max's bow falls off his forehead and ends up trapped between their lips. Daniel spits it out of his mouth, thrown out of whack and Max laughs loudly, all but bending in half, but his hold on Daniel remains solid. It's not even that funny but who fucking cares.

"So," Daniel chuckles nervously. Swipes his thumb across Max's lower lip, still in disbelief. "About my gift. Um."

"When the season ends," Max says, a bit breathless. Daniel knows a careful meaning behind those words. He knows. Sees it in Max's eyes, clear blue, and they look like his future. "We can do it properly. The gift. I'll bring a better bow."

Daniel shakes his head and his chest cracks open all the way. Bow or no bow, he'd rather have Max over anything, everything. Even with his life's work hanging in the balance; even if they try to erase Daniel altogether.

"Actually I think this one's perfect. Pink's your color, Maxy," he says. His voice betrays him halfway, so Max squeezes his hands. Daniel feels his skin buzz underneath the touch. He shivers again and cranes his neck towards the house behind him. "Breakfast? I mean, think my parents would love to see you dropped by. I'd love to, well. Ya know. Or you have to jet back to Monaco?"

Max makes a face.

"I won't leave," he answers. Daniel smiles back at him, grabbing Max by the wrist, and thinks – you never do.

This time, incandescent in the serene shine of an Australian sunrise, they both get to stay.

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Episode 2: Under The Neon Lights

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Summary: In Episode 2, Y/N and her friend Zara immerse themselves in the lively F1 paddock in Singapore. There, Y/N meets Ferrari driver Charles Leclerc and shares some playful exchanges with Lando Norris and Max Verstappen. They bond over the adrenaline of underground racing, but when Y/N receives an invitation to a street race that night, she feels drawn back to her roots and opts to leave the F1 excitement behind.

WC: 2k

Warnings: Language, Dangerous Behaviour, Intense Situations, Romantic/Flirtatious Interactions, Class and Culture Differences

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Later that evening

The sun had dipped below the horizon, and Singapore’s night skyline was lighting up in brilliant neon. The city buzzed with life, energy pulsing through the streets, but none more so than around the Marina Bay Street Circuit. The soft hum of engines in the distance was like a constant reminder of why I was here, and the air crackled with anticipation for the race that Sunday.

I was hanging back near the paddock after exploring a few garages on my own, feeling a little out of place but also oddly curious about this world. My street racing instincts made me analyze every car, every conversation, comparing it to my world back home. Everything here was so… polished. Precise. The opposite of the raw, gritty thrill of the streets. But damn if the engineering didn’t fascinate me. I couldn’t help but respect the sheer mastery behind these machines.

Just as I was contemplating heading back to the VIP lounge for the evening, Zara appeared, her tall figure striding confidently through the paddock.

“There you are, Y/N! I’ve been looking all over for you,” she called, a wide grin spreading across her face.

I grinned back, pushing myself off the barrier I’d been leaning on. “Was just getting my bearings. This place is… different.”

Zara chuckled, nodding knowingly. “Yeah, it can feel a bit stiff compared to the streets. But once you’re in, it’s pretty wild. Come on, I promised you a proper tour of the garages, didn’t I?”

“Thought you forgot about me for a second there,” I teased, falling in step beside her.

“As if I could. You're the only street racer crazy enough to walk into an F1 paddock like you own it,” Zara shot back with a wink.

We weaved through the paddock, Zara pointing out different garage entrances and dropping names of team members she’d met over the years. It was surreal being so close to the heart of the action, even if I wasn’t completely sold on the whole F1 scene. The exclusivity and the hype felt so distant from what I knew. But at the same time, the adrenaline pumping through the air wasn’t that different from the streets back home.

“Did you get a good look at any of the cars earlier?” Zara asked, slowing as we approached another garage.

“I checked out a couple, but I wouldn’t mind seeing more,” I admitted. “The tech’s insane. It’s like… everything’s stripped down to pure speed. I get why people lose their minds over these things.”

Zara smiled. “I knew you’d appreciate it. These engineers live and breathe for every millisecond. Come on, let’s check out one more garage before things get too busy.”

We were about to head toward the Red Bull garage when suddenly, someone stepped into my path. I wasn’t paying attention, caught in conversation with Zara, and I collided into a solid chest.

“Whoa, easy there!” a voice chuckled, steadying me by my arms.

I looked up, and my heart did a double take. Charles Leclerc. The Ferrari driver that Zara had mentioned on some occasions. The Charles Leclerc. His green eyes sparkled under the dim paddock lights, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. He didn’t let go immediately, his hands lingering just a second longer than necessary.

“Sorry about that,” I said, quickly stepping back and shrugging off his grip. “Didn’t see you.”

“No harm done,” Charles replied smoothly, his Monegasque accent wrapping around the words. “You’re new here, aren’t you? I don’t remember seeing you around.”

I gave him a once-over, keeping my expression neutral. “Just passing through. VIP guest for the weekend. You?”

Charles chuckled at my dry response, clearly amused. “I guess you could say I’m here every year,” he said with a wink. “Charles Leclerc. Ferrari.”

“I know who you are,” I said, raising an eyebrow. “The whole world knows who you are.”

“Ah, so you’re a fan then?” He leaned in slightly, clearly enjoying the banter.

“I wouldn’t go that far,” I shot back, smirking. “I’m here for the cars, not the celebrities.”

Zara, standing beside me, stifled a laugh, clearly enjoying the exchange.

Charles, however, wasn’t deterred by my lack of awe. If anything, it seemed to pique his interest. “Well, I’ll have to make sure you leave Singapore with a better impression of us drivers, then,” he said smoothly, flashing a smile that probably made half the paddock swoon.

I crossed my arms, meeting his gaze. “Good luck with that.”

Before he could respond, Zara tugged on my arm. “Come on, Y/N, we’ve got more to see. You can let Charles try his luck another time.”

Charles chuckled, giving me a slow, lingering glance as Zara led me away. “I’ll see you around, Y/N.”

I rolled my eyes, though I couldn’t deny the flicker of amusement that crossed my face as we walked away.

“That was… something,” Zara said once we were out of earshot.

“Was it?” I shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant. “He’s just like every other guy who thinks he’s God’s gift to the world.”

Zara laughed. “Charles can be charming when he wants to be. Looks like he was laying it on thick for you.”

“He’ll have to try harder if he wants to impress me,” I said with a grin. “Let’s go see the damn cars already.”

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Later that night, after Zara had to leave for a meeting with some motorsports people, I wandered back to the garages on my own. I wasn’t ready to call it a night just yet, and the hum of the engineers working late on the cars was like a siren’s call.

I found myself at one of the garages, watching an engineer tweak something on a Red Bull car. The precision and care they took with every adjustment were insane. I couldn’t help but think about how different it was from my world, where we often fixed our cars on the fly, piecing things together with whatever we had on hand.

“Fascinating, isn’t it?” a voice said from behind me.

I turned to see a guy, maybe in his early twenties, standing next to me. He had messy brown curls and bright blue eyes that twinkled with mischief. His boyish grin practically screamed trouble, and he looked like the kind of guy who didn’t take things too seriously. He was casually leaning against a wall, his arms folded across his chest as he watched me with amusement.

“I guess you could say that,” I replied, tilting my head. “Though I’m more used to doing this in the back alleys with fewer people watching.”

He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Street racing, huh?”

“Something like that,” I said, watching as the engineer made another adjustment to the car. “You’d be surprised how similar it is. Different tools, but the heart of it’s the same.”

The guy grinned wider. “Yeah? Maybe I should come check it out sometime. Could use some tips for when I’m not behind the wheel of an F1 car.”

I chuckled. “You wouldn’t last a minute in my world. Too… corporate for the streets.”

He clutched his chest dramatically. “Ouch. Give me some credit. I can handle myself.”

Before I could respond, another voice cut in. “Trust me, he couldn’t.”

I turned to see a taller guy approaching, his posture exuding a quiet intensity. He had sharp features, dark blond hair, and piercing blue eyes that studied me like I was a puzzle he wanted to solve. He wore a subtle smirk, like he was used to people underestimating him, and there was something about him that screamed competitive.

The guy with the curly hair looked between us, laughing. “Oh great, now I’ve got backup.”

“Backup?” I repeated, raising an eyebrow at the new guy. “You think you could handle it?”

He tilted his head, his smirk widening just a fraction. “Maybe. Depends on the stakes.”

The tension between us was palpable, but not in a bad way. This guy was definitely sizing me up, trying to figure out what made me tick. It was clear he was used to being in control, but he wasn’t the type to back down from a challenge. I wasn’t either.

“Well,” I said, crossing my arms, meeting his intense gaze, “if you’re ever looking for a real race, let me know.”

The new guy grinned, clearly enjoying the challenge. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

The guy with the curly hair laughed, throwing an arm over my shoulder. “Looks like you’ve got two drivers to impress now, Y/N.”

I raised an eyebrow, finally realizing I didn’t know either of their names. “And you are?”

The curly-haired guy flashed me a charming grin. “Lando. Lando Norris.”

“And I’m Max,” the other guy said, his voice steady and confident. “Max Verstappen.”

I shrugged, smirking at both of them. “I’m not here to impress anyone. Just here for the cars.”

Max’s gaze lingered on me a moment longer before he nodded, a hint of respect in his eyes. “Fair enough.”

As the night deepened and the paddock began to quiet down, I found myself smiling. I wasn’t here for them. I wasn’t here for anything but the love of racing and the thrill of being in this world. But if they thought they could charm me or impress me, they were in for a surprise.

The streets were where I belonged, but I could play in their world for a while, just to see how it felt.

As I stood between Max and Lando, the night was cooling down, but the energy in the paddock was still electric. We were casually chatting about racing—well, they were, mostly. I was just soaking it all in, adding a comment here and there when something caught my interest. Max was explaining some technical detail about cornering in wet conditions when my phone buzzed in my pocket.

I glanced down, the screen lighting up with a message that had my heart immediately picking up speed.

“Race tonight. Few hours. You in?”

It was from one of my street racing contacts. The kind of text that made me forget where I was for a moment, pulling me right back to what felt like my real life. The pulse of the streets. The thrill of an illegal race, the adrenaline, the danger. I’d come to Singapore for F1, but now, the familiar rush of street racing was calling me, and it was a pull I wasn’t sure I could ignore.

Lando noticed the shift in my expression. “Everything okay?”

I locked my phone and slipped it back into my pocket, meeting his curious gaze. “Yeah, just… something came up.”

Max raised an eyebrow, clearly noticing I was hiding something. “You don’t seem like the kind of person who ‘just something came up’ applies to.”

I laughed softly. “You’d be surprised.”

Lando leaned in a bit, looking intrigued. “What is it? Sounds like something fun.”

I hesitated for a second. This was my world, not theirs. They had their pristine tracks and multi-million-dollar teams backing them. Street racing wasn’t just dangerous; it was raw, illegal, and lived in the shadows. Telling them about it felt like breaking some kind of unspoken rule. But at the same time, part of me was curious how they’d react.

“Let’s just say there’s a race happening tonight,” I said slowly, testing their reactions.

Max’s eyes sharpened, his posture shifting slightly. “A race? Here? What kind?”

“The kind you don’t advertise,” I replied with a smirk. “A street race.”

Lando’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Like… an underground race?”

“Exactly like that,” I confirmed, watching their expressions closely.

Max seemed to consider this, his usual calm demeanor shifting just a little. “You race in those often?”

I shrugged casually. “It’s where I come from. It’s what I do. Street racing’s a whole different game than this.” I gestured to the glitzy F1 surroundings. “But the adrenaline? The speed? It’s the same.”

Lando, always the curious one, leaned in closer, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “Are you racing tonight?”

I met his gaze, the challenge in his eyes unmistakable. “Thinking about it.”

Max crossed his arms, his expression unreadable but clearly interested. “Why not just race here on the track? Why risk it in the streets?”

I smirked, looking from Max to Lando. “You guys have the luxury of controlled environments, state-of-the-art technology, teams with backup plans, safety nets. In street racing, it’s just you, your car, and the road. No guarantees. No room for mistakes. And no rules.”

Lando whistled, clearly impressed. “Sounds wild.”

“You have no idea,” I replied, a familiar rush of adrenaline creeping into my veins at the thought of hitting the streets again.

Max narrowed his eyes slightly, watching me closely. “You ever think about going pro instead of in the streets?”

I shook my head, the answer coming easily. “Never. The streets are where I belong. It’s unpredictable. Real. There’s no comparison.”

There was a beat of silence as both Max and Lando absorbed what I’d said. I could see the gears turning in their heads, trying to wrap their minds around a world that was so different from theirs.

Max finally spoke, his tone thoughtful. “Sounds like you live for that kind of chaos.”

I met his gaze head-on, unflinching. “I live for the freedom. Pros are incredible, don’t get me wrong, but there’s something about the streets… it’s addictive. You don’t have to answer to anyone, don’t have to play by anyone else’s rules.”

Lando grinned, clearly itching to learn more. “So… can we come watch?”

I laughed, shaking my head. “I don’t think this scene is your style, Norris.”

Lando pouted in mock disappointment. “Come on, I can handle a bit of chaos.”

Max, on the other hand, looked more serious, his intense gaze still focused on me. “You sure it’s safe?”

I smiled, the rush of anticipation bubbling under my skin. “It’s never safe. That’s the whole point.”

Another buzz from my phone made me glance down again. Time was ticking. If I was going to make the race, I needed to leave soon. But standing here with two of the biggest names in F1, something struck me—this weird, unexpected overlap between their world and mine. Maybe they didn’t get it, but they were curious. And in some strange way, that made me feel… seen.

I looked back up at them, a grin spreading across my face. “I’ve gotta go. Race is starting soon.”

Lando’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “So, what? You just… show up and race?”

“Pretty much,” I said, turning to leave. “Wish me luck.”

Max stepped forward, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he wanted to say something else. “Good luck, Y/N.”

I gave them a quick nod, feeling the adrenaline already building in my chest. I could feel their eyes on me as I walked away, disappearing into the paddock lights. My pulse was already pounding, my mind switching gears from the clean, controlled world of F1 back to the gritty, dangerous streets where I belonged.

As I made my way toward the exit, I could already hear the low roar of engines in the distance. The night wasn’t over yet, and neither was the thrill. The streets were calling. And I was more than ready to answer.

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NBA/ NDA - Sergio Perez x SingaporeanOlympicBasketball! Reader

Plot: You were hot shit in Singapore and America where you played for a women's NBA team. As a professional whose also performed for the WBNA and for a home Olympic Team, you deserve a night out clubbing.

You'd just won gold for Singapore in Women's Basketball Team and you couldn't be prouder of you, your team and the support from your country.

You'd moved away from Singapore when you were 16 with your family to live in New York to be able to participate in the WNBA. You went to a high-school before getting into a college on a basketball scholarship. You played for your university team before being scouted for New York Liberty and playing with them.

Then you had the option in 2020, to start training for the summer Olympics in 2024 with a basketball team in Singapore, it was a lot of travel back and forth between American and Singapore to the point where you knew the first class air hostesses on all Qatar Airways flights.

Training for two separate teams was very hard however you had such a growth in fans over the past few years even being invited to the Met Gala and various other events that had you further in the eye of the media.

Tonight you were celebrating with the girls from your home team in Singapore. All your hard work had paid off and you were currently in one of Singapore's finest clubs.

You were at the bar, watching your friends dance with their partners who'd they'd invited along with them to see the game. You didn't have a special someone to celebrate with, just the girls but they of course were all occupied.

"What's a girl like you doing here by yourself!" a voice says next to you, making you look at the man who was sipping from a small glass he held.

"I'm not by myself, I'm with friends!" you explain looking over his soft features.

"Well, you've been here for an hour and you haven't spoken to anyone" he says making you laugh a little.

"So, what you've been watching me for the last hour? You want an NDA with me or something?" you chuckle not understanding this guys m-o.

"No, no I just thought I'd come over and say hello, I saw you win gold. Congratulations" he smiles offering you a drink which you take suspiciously until the bartender gives you a nod that it's safe.

"You were there?" you ask raising your voice a little above the music.

"Yeah, I was here for the race. Was given tickets from my team!" he answers and that when your drunk mind really looks over his features and you remembered seeing him on a Red Bull advertisement.

"Oh! You are a driver! In F1 right? Red Bull?" you ask looking over him again as you say it to make sure you don't sound stupid.

"Yes, how'd you know?" he asks with a laugh.

"You were on the can of my drink!" you smile, showing the can next to the JaeagerBomb you'd just inhaled.

"Both athletes then!" he smiles and you nod.

"Yep! How'd you find it with all the travelling?" you ask, knowing you'd struggled going between just Singapore and New York.

"It's hard, but seeing all the different places and people is what makes it so great" he smiles. The drinks start to get to you and in seconds you've grabbed his hand.

You took him onto the dance floor, letting your body do the talking as you danced against the man that was probably older than you'd normally go for but you'd had too many drinks to look at those fine details.

His dancing was awkward at first but eventually when he got into it you both weren't caring at the eyes or cameras on the pair of you having fun.

"Hey! We should so play one on one basketball one time!" you shout at him and he nods.

"I'll need your number for that handsome so i cant set a date!" you ask boldly and he nods, taking your phone and putting his number into it.

The rest for you and Sergio, was history.

y/user

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y/user: Clubbing after winning Gold met this random F1 driver? He brought me lots of drinks.

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schechoperez: I'm glad i bumped into you when you were hanging out with your team-mates alone...

-> y/user: hey I was partying!

->fan1: no way did Checo find her alone in the club, ITS Y/N Y/L/N

lewishamilton: I didn't have this match on my 2024 bingo card...

->fan2: not even Sir Lewis Hamilton could predict hot WNBA female with Mexican F1 driver.

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[soupbowl18]

“𝒞𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒, 𝐼 𝐻𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝑀𝓎 𝑀𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒪𝓃 𝒴𝑜𝓊…”

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚ ｡⋆ ♡ ༘˚

Sero Hanta X ChildhoodFriend!Reader

AFAB!Reader, SMAU BNHA/MHA, Quirkless AU

‎‧₊˚✧ Synopsis ✧˚₊‧

You haven’t seen your long time crush best friend since you were ten. Both of you moved and you haven’t seen each other since. You wondered if it was ever possible to see him again, until…ping!

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*Sniff Sniff*

“Y/n whats wrong?” asked the black haired boy. You look at him, still sniffling in your snot. You look into his black beady little eyes, those eyes.

“That boy made fun of me” you said, hiccuping from your soft sobs. His eyebrows furrowed, his little thin eyebrows. You see his body go up to the poor boy. The kid was playing by the fence and all the sudden he’s against the fence. You didn’t hear what they said but the kid ran away.

“I kick his butt” he said with a grin, that little cute grin. He grabbed your hand and you guys head home. You guys didn’t say much but he went over to your house and together you guys ate cookies. While you hear your parents having a conversation that you thought it wasn’t important.

His name was Sero Hanta and he was your friend who lived 3 doors down from you. You and Sero went to elementary together but you didn’t have the same class. You only met Sero when your neighborhood friends knocked on your door to play and he was there. You actually seen him around the hallways but he’d never crossed your mind, not until you guys started playing together.

Sero was a sweet kid. He never made fun of you or was ever mean to you. He was kind and honest, there was never a day he never made you laugh. You admired him, you thought he was so cool.

“Y/n, I have to tell you something” He looked sad, it worried you. Your hearts beat louder, ears start ringing, eyes widening. “I’m moving away to Musutafu, b-but it’s okay! It’s only 45 minutes away. I can still visit you!” You hoped that was true. He moved before your birthday and like the good friend he is, he called your home phone to wish you a happy birthday. You missed his sweet voice, it gave you so much comfort. Your nostrils started to burn and a heavy lump forming your throat. “Th- …thank you Hanta. I hope I see you soon.” You said, struggling to keep yourself from crying, not wanting Sero nor your mother to hear you. “I hope so too! You have a great birthday y/n!” He said, with a tone full hope. A promise you hoped he keeps.

That was the last you heard of him. Life gets full when you’re kids, you continued to play with more friends and so did he. Friends are replaceable when your a child. But you felt like something was missing, and since you were just a child, you were to young to understand.

Two years after Sero moved, you and your mother moved to Singapore. It’s just seven hours away. You did think of Sero on your flight, but you only felt a little sad. You didn’t think it was a big a deal at the time. You were only twelve, what can you do when you’re just a little pre-teen.

A/n: I know what you’re thinking…Soupie where the fuck is the SMAU. First off, this is just the pt.1 of the background lore. SECOND, THESE CHARACTERS ARE JUST CHILDREN…of course they don’t have phones. Anyways next chapter, the characters are teens so they will have phones.

STAY TUNED!!!!! (^з^)-☆

[yeppeun-riaa]

Celebrating dating anniversary Ran x female reader?

IM SORRY U HAD TO WAIT SO LONG I FEEL GUILTY😭 😭but overall i really liked writing this, thank u for the ask♡♡

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★Ran would not hesitate to go above and beyond for your 3 year anniversary, it's his longest relationship yet and he wants to make every moment memorable

★Be expecting a ton of gifts, he spoils you enough on the daily so one can only imagine the extra princess treatment you'll get for an anniversary

★Now, ran haitani is not one to get shy, let alone flustered but he can't help it when he looks at the engagement rings he bought. 'I'll propose soon, I swear' Rindou need three hands to count the number of times he's heard his older brother say that..

★He's 100% you'll say yes but, he just needs to muster up the courage, but he knows he can't keep you waiting too long.

★He'd take you to a really popular Cafe that's perfect for aesthetic pics for breakfast

★For lunch you guys are going too a fancy ass restaurant before heading home to pack your bags because he booked you guys a first class flight to Singapore🥰

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NSFW explicit sexual content ahead!!

"Ugh!" You groan while cracking your neck, "shit won't fit into my suitcase.", Ran observes you from his spot on the bed. He packed his things already yet never even offered to help with yours, "maybe try not putting so much shit into you suitcase, why do you even have all that?", "you bought me 'all that' ran." You roll your eyes and continue trying to close it, scoffing when he finally decided to help you.

"Move aside princess, let you big strong boyfriend help with that" he smirks, "took you long enough.." you deadpan while he zips up the suitcase with ease. It'd be a loe straight from hell if you said that his strength didn't turn you on, that it didn't make you squeeze your thighs together imagining how he could just manhandle you and do as he pleases because he had the strength to do so.

"Thinkin' about me huh?", his voice interrupted your thoughts, "h—huh, no, I wasn't.." jeez.... when did he get so close to you? And you don't remember him placing his hand on your thigh, dangerously close to where you wanted him most. "Don't play dumb now princess, you know better.." he leaned closer to you, catching your gaze with his peircing lilac eyes, ".....yeah, yeah I was thinking about you, and all the things I want you to do to me." You state boldly while keeping eye contact with him and boy did that make his sick stand tall, and he wasted no time throwing you on the bed and sliding your pants off, all while your lips moved together in a sloppy kiss.

His hands ran up and down your slit before he began thrusting his long fingers into you, "take this shit off" he said against your lips, you knew he was referring to your(his) hoddie so swiftly slid it off and locked your lips with his once again, feeling the way he smirked when he realized you never wore a bra.

"Ra,—rann, I'm so close!" You whine grinding down on his fingers while he trailed wet kiss along your neck, "cani c-cum ran? Please I need to cum!" Your body shivers as he takes a nipple into his mouth, running his tongue along the bud and massage your next with his hands that wast deep inside you, repeatedly brushing you g-stop, "go ahead, cum for me~" your body convulsed as your high washed over you, barley having time to recover as he thrusted his hard on into you, kissing your cervix while your eyes rolled all the way to the back of your head, you swear you caught a glimpse of your brain.

"Shit! Yes, oh my God ran~", you babble as he pulled out and slammed back into you over and over again, pushing you into a mating press so he could bully his cock even deeper I to you, "you're such a slut", he growled into your ear as his pace sped up, lewd sounds of skin on skin and your loud porn-star like moaning filled the room. "alway so dumb for my cock~", you could even form a response, his dick reached spots so deep in you it had you seeing stars, "look at you, you're a mess princess~" ran on the other hand was lost in bliss, he always loved the way your cunt yous sucked him in so greedily, he loved it, he loved you.

"Fuck, ran I'm close!" Your back arched off the bed and you look up at him with tears eyes, "cum on my cock, whore, make a mess", he spat harshly at you while looking down at your face contourted on pleasure, you shook and saw white as you orgasmed, loving the feeling of his thick ropes of cum filling you up so deliciously.

He pulled you in for a messy kiss as he fell limp on top of you, taking a few minutes to calm down before he gave your whole body kisses, "so beautiful.." he said placing his last kiss on your ear. You smiled at him and looked to the digital clock on your nightstand, fuck, it was almost time for you flight.

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★Thankfully, you guys made it just in time for your flight.

★He proposed to you on the fourth day of the vacation, you said yes, ofc😌

★You had to slap him when he started mentioning wanting a baby, like we JUST got engaged, calm down..

★Tells everyone you're his wife even though you're still his fiance

[boxboxblog]

A General History of F1: Where We Are Now

The 2024 season so far has been a season for dreamers. Some of the most poetic wins and losses have happened this year. There has been heartbreak, and heroics. Returns of a champion, and new winners. But that isn't exactly how the season started.

When Max Verstappen won the first few races, the racing world sighed and assumed it would be a 2023 repeat. While watching a driver dominate can be fun, most people were bored by how the season went. Where was the drama? Where was the spice? Where was the storytelling F1 is so famous for?

Now, I want you to imagine a voice, slowly getting louder, saying 'Incommmmmmming!'

The Australian GP was where Red Bulls luck seemed to end. Due to mechanical error, Verstappen retired on lap 4. Instead, the winner was Ferrari's Carlos Sainz, who had been the only non-Red Bull winner in 2023. Verstappen won many of the next races, however his victories were regularly interrupted by other driver wins, and their stories. I said it was a season for dreamers right? Let me tell you why.

The first dream that was achieved was by Mclaren's Lando Norris. A driver for the team since 2019, Norris won the Miami GP, his first ever. After 5 years in F1, this was a sweetly anticipated victory for Norris and Mclaren. He would go on to win in Zandervoort (Verstappen's home GP) and Singapore, making him the closest to Verstappen in the championship fight. A shock considering Mclaren's form in recent years, however they are seen as the best car this year.

We also saw George Russell and Lewis Hamilton get Mercedes' first wins in years. Russell won in Austria (his second win ever), and Hamilton won his home race in Silverstone. Many considered this win to be the return of a champion, as Hamilton had not won a race in some time by this point. It was a rather poetic win, considering it is his last year with Mercedes, the team who he won 6 championships with.

Oscar Piastri was another first time winner that left his mark, winning first in Hungary after controversial team orders, and then in Baku with a master class race. It is only his second year in F1 and he is quickly showing himself to be highly competitive.

Perhaps the biggest wins were for Ferrari's Charles Leclerc. Born and raised in Monaco, Leclerc was one of the few Monagasque drivers in F1 history. So when he won his home GP, the famous Monaco GP, there were tears in many eyes. He was the first hometown winner in Monaco in over 90 years. He then went on to win Ferrari's home race in Monza as well. A storybook year of home race wins for Leclerc.

All in all, it has been 7 races since Max Verstappen won, and his lead is slowly being chipped away at. Mclaren, in fact, has surpassed Red Bull in the WCC, often attributed to Sergio Perez's weak performance throughout the year. Many wonder how a titan like Verstappen could fall, but people always forget that every team has their moments where they fail and where they succeed.

Other than race wins, it has been an interesting year in terms of lineup. So far there has been two mid-season driver swaps (Williams' Logan Sargent replaced by Franco Colapinto and VCARB’s Daniel Riccardo replaced by Liam Lawson), news of driver changes for next year, (Hamilton to Ferrari, Sainz to Williams, Nico Hulkenberg to Sauber, Esteban Ocon to Haas), the knowledge that we will lose a few drivers next year (Haas' Kevin Magnussen, Sauber's Zhou Guanyu and Valterri Bottas, etc.), and announcements of multiple rookies joining the grid in 2025.

Thats everything so far. Very surprised I got through that all, but I did keep it pretty surface level. It anyone wants me to take a deeper dive into certain years please let me know, I would be very willing.

Cheers,

-B

[newtonsheffield]

Could we see some jealous Kate in Mile High?

Maybe Siena ends up in their flight once Kate and Anthony are officially together???

Ohhh For a relationship that started off on the grounds of no jealousy: They’re both pretty jealous people.

And Kate really thought she got over it after she and Anthony actually put their cards on the table and said they didn’t want to see other people.

“Okay!”

Kate turned at the sound of her sister bursting through the cockpit door. “Edwina, we’re a little busy.” She gestured to the controls, “You know, preparing to fly the plane.”

Edwina rolled her eyes, “I just… I don’t want you to overreact to this but Siena Rosso is on this flight.”

Kate’s stomach dropped, something prickling down her spine at the thought of Anthony’s ex girlfriend, the only other person he’d been in a committed relationship with. Even if it hadn’t worked out, they’d loved one another once. Were still friends, really. She couldn’t say she wasn’t at least curious about her, what she looked like, how she was, how she and Anthony had been together.

“Right well…” Kate trailed off, “Get out of the way!” Kate hissed, peering round the cockpit door, “Which one is she?”

“Is anyone going to tell me who Siena Rosso is?” Sophie said curiously, joining her and Edwina at peering round the door.

“She’s Anthony’s ex.” Edwina supplied, “They used to hook up until Kate and Anthony got together.”

“Which one is she?” Kate hummed, her stomach churning, but she didn’t need to ask. Not really.

Anthony was stood a few rows down, at the back of first class, laughing at something a woman had said. She was beautiful, her dark hair tossed up effortlessly as she leaned in and said something conspiratorially to Anthony who turned pointing towards the cockpit.

“Fuck.”

Kate slammed the door shut before anyone could notice them peering out the door, trying to quiet the doubtful voice in her head.

You’re such opposites, he’ll never stay with you.

“Well, I wish she wasn’t so pretty.”

“Oh come on,” Sophie tutted, “Anthony loves you.”

“You don’t have anything to worry about.” Edwina agreed.

Kate shook her head, taking a shuddering breath, “It doesn’t matter. It literally doesn’t, we have to work.”

She sat back down and tried to focus on what she had to do. Even so she cleared her throat when she flicked on the intercom. “Good morning Everyone! Captain Kate Sharma from the flight deck, First Officer Sophie Beckett here with me and Welcome Aboard your British Airways flight to Singapore. We’ve an excellent crew on board with you today, at your beck and call for anything you might need. Some of you, not all of you. Anyway, they’re headed up by my loving boyfriend Anthony. It’s true, we’re in a very committed relationship, I’m actually thinking of suggesting that we move in together. Well, I’ve said that now. I’ll be back later to give you another update. Not on whether or not he said yes, just… on the… flight.”

Kate pinched the bridge of her nose as she turned off the intercom, She groaned as Sophie let out a low whistle. “Don’t.”

“Kate,” Sophie guffawed, “That was a train wreck, babe.”

“I know! Don’t you think I know that?! Now not only do I have to look at Anthony’s hot singer ex girlfriend; He’s going to reject me! Right in front of her probably! And then they’ll skip off into the sunset together!”

“Are we spiralling a little?”

“No!”

“So… that was insane.” Edwina hummed pushing the dinner cart in.

“Oh God!” Kate groaned, “Does he not want to even come in here and face me?!”

“He was held up.” Edwina tutted, “Congrats on… moving in together though? Are you getting a cat as well?”

“Anthony and I would clearly be dog people.”

Her anxiety still hadn’t abated at the end of the flight, jealousy and anxiety taking their turns, warring away in her chest. Right up until she opened the cockpit door. And there was Siena Rosso, nudging Anthony’s shoulder gently. Her eyes widened when she took in Kate,

“There’s your girl.”

Anthony turned, looking a little dazed and Kate didn’t know what came over her. She reached forward, grabbing Anthony by the lapels of his jacket and crashed their lips together in a searing kiss.

Anthony looked dazed when she finally nudged him back, his hand in his hair, “Hey, Kate.” He cleared his throat, “Have you met Siena?”

Siena peered around them, “Hi, Kate, so lovely to meet you. Anthony’s told me so much about you.”

“Nice to meet you as well.”

Anthony tucked his arm around Kate’s waist before he cleared his throat, “Well, good luck with your show tonight. Chat soon hey? We’ll all go to dinner.”

“I’d like that.” Siena smiled, “Kate, hilarious announcement, 10/10.”

She winked over her shoulder at them and Kate suddenly felt ridiculous for it, with Anthony’s arm around her waist and his lips on her temple.

“Did you propose we move in together out of jealousy?” Anthony chuckled, but she could see the anxiety warring away behind his eyes.

“Yes, i did it in panic,” She straightened his tie, “But I actually do want us to move in together. So…? What d’you say? Ready to teach me how to do laundry?”

Anthony swallowed, “Yes, but I’m sorry, we need to move into my flat. Yours just…”

Kate scoffed, “Like I’m moving you into my place with all of your systems. I don’t have room.”

[ladycamillewrites]

Against the Odds

Chapter 12 - It's Showtime

a/n: So sorry for not uplaoding last week as Maddie and I ususally intended to🖤 My life was quite the mess and I was mourning a dear friend... please excuse the delay, friends :)

warnings: 18+ smuttish, talks of pregnancy, mean media/press, cussing, past trauma -response

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“What’s that cute pouty face about, my love?“ Tom asked, those entertained sparkly hues flashing in his sky blue eyes. Greek gods spoke through his accurate bone structure, the slightly tired look and gravel in his voice only making it worse for you to accept the storage compartment thing that separated your business class seats.

Coyly biting your lips, your gaze wandered from your lap to the window and back.

“Ohhh, I get it. My darling wants the window seat?“ Your boyfriend chuckled leaning over to press a warm kiss on your forehead before long, elegant legs hoisted his body up. Fast as lighting seats were swapped and a broad grin adorned your face as you took in Singapore airports many flickering lights.

It was late and your layover luckily not too long nevertheless, the thought of having 13 hours left to spent in this plane was tiring.

“Psst... Baby Hiddles?“ 

“Tommy, I somehow have the feeling they won't answer“ you giggled yawning, your elbow propped on the small curved crevice under the window to support your heavy head. Tom would never be mad at you for being a bit absent when almost five months pregnant with twins. Your body was practically working 24/7 to nourish and keep the little troublemakers safe.

“But the most beautiful woman on earth sure can“ he purred brushing your loose hair to he side, his hot, weirdly seductive breath tickling your earlobe. “I have to remark you were quite responsive last night, y/n“.

A hot, skittish shiver descended your spine, a familiar clench of thighs proved your muscle memory working. With delicious memories worth to revel in…

Hungry hands roamed across your back, strong thumbs gently massaging your muscles what provided heavenly relief. But Tom, of course, wasn’t only to do your back muscles a favor.

A wolfish grin appeared next to you, flashing in the corner of your eye like a flickering torch. “Darling, I cannot control myself any longer. I need to feel you. Please“ Tom’s baritone voice begged, the omnipresent respect he had for you showing in every part of his plea.

“Then have me, Thomas“

“Oh, you know exactly what happens when you’re calling me that, don’t you?“ He groaned, slowly letting his arched back sink down until all you felt were his flexing abs on top of your bare back, his promising erection poking the soft flesh of your butt cheeks.

Hell, you knew how much it turned him on so his full name slipped from your lust-drunken tongue once again. So easily. So natural.

“Fuck, Darling“ he cursed, gently but demandingly biting along your shoulder. Tom didn’t cuss often but when he did, it sounded so fucking sexy intertwining perfectly with the unique tone of his British accent. “Please just take me. Now“ you panted totally intoxicated by the obvious feeling of Tom’s soft knuckled brushing your rear again and again.

He was pleasuring himself.

“So responsive while I’m not even truly touching you, my love“ the low baritone chided you playfully, a mischievous smirk on lips audible in a salacious way.

You had awakened his darker side, the side he only showed you and only served your pleasure. His body and mind were yours completely while you gave in to him with every fibre of your quivering body. 

It didn’t take long until the whole room was filled with passionate moans and staggered breaths, your bodies dancing with each other while the physical union existed in perfect parallelism with your connected minds. “I love you, baby. You’re perfect” Tom’s gravelly voice, husky from all the talking throughout the day. 

“Fuck, Tommy. I- I have never been ha-happier” you murmured while the sweet haze of pleasure sent your nerves skyrocketing.

It felt perfect. He felt perfect, meant to be even. You couldn’t even count the times Tom made you touch a piece of heaven since he had arrived in Australia but hell, it was like a dream your fragile mind marinated in as long as it lasted. 

Just the two of you. With people you both love and won’t judge. But after every dream there’s a harsh welcome to reality. 

“Tom…” you murmured absent-mindedly, fingers drawing circles on the beige armrest. A sign of nervousness perhaps since going back to London automatically implied the premier coming closer and closer which in turn meant your hide and seek with the world and press was over. And with Nate.

An inevitable cascade of cataclysmic events.

The Brit shuffled in his seat, arm reaching out to hand you the glass of orange juice, a welcome drink 'pregnant woman' edition.

Tom’s champagne bubbled temptingly but the wellbeing of your children was your absolute number one priority. No alcohol for as long as needed. “Darling, what is going on in the beautiful mind of yours?“ He asked carefully, the smile dropping as you rejected the drink sighing.

“I don’t know if I can do this. I’ve asked my tailoress and she said 'it would be quite the challenge to hide those two' “ two fingers drawing quotation marks in the air while your heart ached and shifted. 

“What if we showed them?“ 

“W-What?“ 

“Y/n, you and the Mini-Hiddles make me the luckiest man alive. And I would be a fool if I didn’t show the whole world what I won. What we’ve created“ he purred, a gentle hand caressing your thigh in slow strokes.

The same charming smile you once fell in love with in the film studio met your anxious eyes as you turned to face your boyfriend. If you would be staring enough, it might even melt your doubts.

“But what if they take it from us again, Tom? You’ve seen what they’re capable of and how little I could do against it“. Your gaze dropped from his steel blues, memories of the colorful headlines which spread about a month ago returned to terrorize your sanity.

God, they even brought you to leave the love of your life for literally nothing.

“Hey, look at me“ he coaxed your gaze back up until you were drowning in the beauty of his face again. “My love, no one will ever be able to destroy our bond, okay? Not the press and most of all not Thompson“ the hatred and sneer embedded in British accent clearly audible when your ex's name slipped form his lips.

However, without a warning your lips sealed, your boyfriend’s passionate tongue demanding entrance and showing you what you meant to him.

Everything.

“You are no one to be hidden, darling. I want to scream it to the world that you’re the woman to carry my heart“ he whispered as your mouths parted a few centimeters, hot breaths fanning against wet lips. A herd of vivid butterflies began their journey through your veins, spreading Tom’s intoxicating love in your system like a drug. 

A big hand found your belly, more obvious as the twins grew, the warmth of his touch making one of them move. “Let’s show them what I did to you, hm?“ The sexual innuendo made both of your grin, your vocal cords summoning an enchanted giggle; testament to the effect Tom’s words had on you. 

“I’ll think about it, okay?“ You murmured, nibbling on his lower lip, eager for another of his heavenly kisses that were capable to make you forget about anything. To forget didn’t mean to heal, you knew that damn well but let a woman relax for once.

An approving hum vibrated against your skin making your thighs clench so deliciously involuntary. A unique effect only the charming dad of your unborn little treasures had and all to willingly used against you. 

“Love?“ Tom’s gravelly morning voice echoed across the big apartment after the Brit realized his gorgeous woman wasn’t laying curled up in his arms like usually. 

“Kitchen“ you chirped back, a happy smile curling your lips when the smell of fresh pancakes infiltrated your nostrils. It was late spring in London, birds singing their gleeful melodies and rays of a newborn sun creeping through every window alongside a warm, flowery breeze.

The pair of maternity leggings you deemed the most comfortable sat snugly around your baby bump while one of Tom’s notorious blue sweaters hid your upper body. They were far too comfortable and smelled perfectly like home.

The last few days in your shared home was cozy and calm. Cuddles weren’t rare and the sweet nothings Tom constantly whispered in your ears warmed your heart to the hilt and caused a broad smile to constantly be glued on your face. “Strawberries or chocolate?“ You asked the two tiny beings in your belly who were more and more active. And occasionally tormenting.

“How about one for each Hiddles?“ Tom quipped playfully as he appeared next to you, a fuzzy, white bath robe hugging the athletic man. “Hmmm, quite the genius today“. Your boyfriend’s laughter rung soothingly in your ear, his arm snaking around your waist to lean your smaller body back against his.

“As if my hunger wasn’t already big enough to eat more than one“ you snickered placing Tom’s other hand on your belly to let him feel his moving offspring. “Fear not, little wonders. Granny is surely already preparing for a lavish dinner tonight“ he murmured, ocean blue orbs oozing pure devotion as he eyed your bump.

“Tom! I feel fat when you’re doing that. Stop“ you exclaimed with a traitorous smile on your lips. Oh, you always dreamt of becoming a mom and the journey was just as special as the real adventure yet to await you so you cherished every single day of pregnancy.

Even if some were nerve-wrecking and really exhausting.

A chiding eyebrow was raised at your comment, cute wrinkles forming on your man’s forehead as he looked you in the eye. “Nope“ he sad popping the p. “I won’t ever get tired of the sight of my gorgeous girlfriend. Especially now“ hot breath met your skin alongside his slightly suggestive comment, eliciting an adorable trail of goosebumps down your neck. 

Careful teeth began nibbling at your shoulder as you flipped the pancakes, placing tiny pieces of chocolate on top to melt. “Thomas“ you panted feeling the familiar heat built between your legs before your consciousness stepped in to avert a make out session in between a hot stovetop and not yet put away, freshly washed up knives.

The twins made you so much more cautious. However, it truly was for the better.

“Can- outch! Can you watch them for a sec? Your kids are playing baseball with my bladder“. Hasty steps rushed towards the bathroom, Tom’s amused laughter echoing from behind. Cheeky little shit. 

Scrolling through instagram in the quick moment of privacy you found an article about… you and Tom.

Of course, your shaky fingers clicked on it to find out what kind of misery you were accused of now. Secretly, you didn’t even want to know but nevertheless, it was important for your own pr and most of all Tom’s reputation you started to care about even more than your own. 

A snapshot of you and Tom arriving at London Heathrow in the early morning sprung at you, the thin beige coat luckily hiding your front completely so no baby alarm. “At least“ you murmured to yourself before scrolling down to see whatever headline this spontaneous spot at the airport might’ve caused. 

Not gonna lie, your were nervous but the confidence Tom’s honest and supporting love planted in your mind grew stronger with every day in his arms.

Perhaps it was ready to fight- or show?

<<Tom Hiddleston and girlfriend y/n Hemsworth happy after love vacation>> 

You had to blink twice before realization set in.

Desperately, you searched for the cheeky innuendo or harsh undertone but there were none. Not a single thing sounded bad about this.

Subconsciously, your mouth began to smile as you made a fateful decision. One that you hopefully wouldn’t regret and also finally silence Nate fucking Thompson forever.

Swatching tabs on your phone, you opened WhatsApp, the chat with your personal stylist of Prada lurking on top of the list. A determined sigh escaped your parted lips as skillful fingers began to type.

A surprise for Tom and the whole damn world. 

Hey, Clarisse. I’ve decided on the silver dress. Fitting on Friday sounds fine with me xx

“Darling, the pancakes are getting cold“ 

“Coming!“

“Oh god, y/n!“ Diana exclaimed inviting you in her opened arms after Tom helped you out of the thin jacket.

His mom was such a heartwarming personality, always super friendly and now totally obsessed with the thought of becoming a grandma. Twice.

“You’re glowing, darling! Pregnancy suits you“ she nearly sobbed, both hands on your shoulders and glassy eyes bathing in the sight of your belly. “I missed you, Diana“ you smiled warmly before the woman beckoned you in the dining room where her wooden table was already richly set, delicious scents coaxing you closer.

“That smells heavenly“ you mused with eyes closed feeling the appetite growing as if the babies had taken a cute little sniff as well. “Thank you, my dear. I am hosting a family dinner for four now after all“ the friendly lady chuckled, satisfied with the outcome of a whole day of stressful cooking. 

The urge to qualify as the perfect grandma-to-be was mighty. 

“Mom, what is that?“ Tom poked her amusedly, arms spread and gesturing towards the about four different meals she had prepared for your visit. A braised chicken alongside a bowl of steaming vegetables, Yorkshire Puddings, a Shepherd’s Pie, kidney pie and her notorious roasted tomato soup adorned the table.

Delicious treats everywhere you looked. 

“Thomas William Hiddleston“ you huffed, hands on your hips and nose scrunched from his rushed comment. 

However, Diana simply began to grin and giggle like a child as Tom’s puzzled gaze met yours, an apology quickly following before he put a chair in place for you to sit down. “I see…“ Diana snickered, a laughter layered in her voice as she leaned over to you. “Someone has properly replaced me“.

“Mom, please?“ Tom pouted cocking his head before the two most important women in his life bursted out in laughter. But as long as you were happy, his heart was as well.

“I am so happy for you, Tom. So proud of the life you’ve built“ she eventually smiled, patting her sons back as she weaved past behind him. Tom’s little smirk was beaming with satisfaction and love. The twins would have a wonderful family to spend time with, be it in Australia, be it here.

How could you have ever wished for something else?

This was the life you always wanted. Those were the people you wished to be around every day and you were ready to fight for it. To expose yourself and proof all those idiots wrong, dazzling them with the perfection of your new life.

“What do you mean you’re sick?” you nearly hollered in the phone, Irene, your personal hair stylist startled to the core. 

“Sorry Arielle but I’m defo stuck in the hotel. I’m feeling like shit” Chris tried to excuse himself after announcing he won’t be attending the premier as originally intended. A cold shiver ran down your spine, fresh fear coming straight from hell.

Your brother promised to be around to provide some emotional support after the the press escapades two months ago. The newfound confidence was thriving within you however, the thought of facing the world like that again still frightened you.

“But- but -but”.

“Shhh, sis. You got his. With or without me” he tried to calm you down, hot tears banging on your eyelids threatening to run free. But you knew there was no going back now. Ridiculous four hours were separating you from the relentless cameras and awkward interviews so there was no time for a mental breakdown even if you felt so powerless again.

Harsh coughs resounded from you phone, proving your brothers sudden indisposition. It wasn’t his fault, absolutely not but nevertheless, you were far from happy about the news. “My fingers are crossed for you. Tom will take good care of you, I’m sure” Chris voice dripped with this apologetic tone before you finally allowed him to say goodbye. 

“I can’t. I can’t do that” you muttered, your foot beginning to tap on the floor in a nervous, staccato fueled by all the messages of people wishing you good luck for tonight.

Chris won’t be coming, you repeated mentally what did absolutely nothing to enhance your quite awful situation. The tight silver dress was pompously lurking in the clothes bag and reminded you of the fateful decision you had made so imprudently while peeing this one damn morning.

Well, shoot.

“Y/n, you will look stunning” Irene smiled coyly, her skilled hands fixing strand after strand in an elaborate updo. “I know, thanks to you. But that’s not it… They hate my persona rather than my looks”. She sighed as heavy tears started to roll down your reddened cheeks, small sobs filling the dressing room. 

You weren’t aware of the nearing strides of your boyfriend whose smile dropped immediately when he laid eyes on your sad face. “Darling? What is wrong?” Tom tried to get a piece of your mind, squatting down to match your eye level with this steel blues. Normally they would remind you of the waves stacking at Aussie shores; your second home.

“I- it’s all fucked up” you whined throwing your hands up in despair, lucky to not have accidentally hit Irene. “What’s fucked up, love? I thought you were quite confident about the event?” the handsome Brit asked, his stubble of a beard gone along with the deserted James Conrad look and fresh aftershave radiating from his flawless skin.

He smelled so good, so alluring. 

No, no. Now wasn’t the time to let yourself get carried away by those pregnancy hormones. 

“Chris is sick”.

“Oh god… I didn’t know, darling. I’m so sorry” his soothing baritone met your eardrums, bare arms wrapping around your body to pull you in a tight hug. It felt like a relief to feel the pressure of him surrounding you, grounding your overstimulated, anxious mind as if by magic.

This man was a healing balm to any prick or itch that was burdening your soul. 

Breaths slowed down again, your hands starting to shake less as your pulse sunk in normal dimensions. “Don’t be. But- but I really don’t know if I can handle it” your voice was a feeble sound, the whimper of a skittish animal.

But that’s what happens after months of being terrorized by Nate and gaining 'special' reputation through boulevard papers…

“Haven’t you seen the post about the paparazzi shot at the airport? No bad blood this time, love” Tom began parting from your body to rest his forehead against yours, almond eyes staring directly in yours leaving you not a single inch to hide your emotions.

“And do know you why?” The rhetorical question hung heavy in the air as a last tear ran down your cheek to pool at the seam of your top. 

“Because you looked genuinely happy. There was no grain of reluctancy in your gorgeous eyes, not a single sign of insecurity. Just the joyful, honest version of yourself and it amazed the people” he continued with this kind of gravel in his lower voice that had you on your knees if not sitting. A gentle thumb drew lavish circles on your neck while those spells of eyes captivated you. 

Perhaps he was right. But your decision had been made nonetheless. A decision Tom didn’t know about just yet. His most recent information was that you would be wearing a wide gown to cover the bump. “Surprise“ you eventually murmured, still unsure whether to feel positive about it again.

Not being able to turn your head due to Irene working her magic you just awkwardly pointed at the dress, wordlessly trying to make Tom understand what it meant. 

“You- are you sure?“ He murmured, eyes still staring at the skin tight gown with its flamboyant train. It would accentuate your baby bump perfectly, no, it would just magically draw all the rapt attention like an alien, hiding nothing. You took in every exited twitch of Tom’s chiseled features and the small shadows Irene’s styling lamp casted beneath those razor sharp cheekbones. 

An approving hum left your lips after you prevailed over your demons, starting to feel comfortable again as your boyfriend’s ocean blue ors sparkled with joyful anticipation. He was ready to present you to the world and so were you; finally having made peace with your past and stronger than ever.

Gosh, maybe those hormones were really doing you dirty but Tom had always have a massive effect on your mood and the time he spent with you was like an intense therapy to your once shattered heart. The love you were harboring for him served as romantic testament. 

“I love you, Tommy“. “God, darling. You have no idea how much you mean to me“ The handsome man smiled peppering two kisses on each side of your cheeks, the salty residue of tears making him lick his lips. This rosy tongue flicking and swirling so freely, silently propelling your thoughts in improper directions.

Tempting idiot.

“Y/n!! Tom!! Look here“ the cameras capturing you as soon as the director had finished his little speech and cleared the red carpet for the first appearance of ‘The Moralizer’s biggest stars.

Of course, you and Tom were to step out first as actors of the two leading roles and in a poor fragment of a second you became the centre of attentions, photographers’s pointers pushing the buttons of cameras relentlessly and eager interviewers’ eyes widening at your prominent bump. 

“You’re doing amazing, love. Show them how perfect our life is“ Tom whispered in your, his trademark charm suiting his godly bone structure so flawlessly. This man was a statuesque Adonis wearing a tailor-made black suit with a light blue dress shirt that matched the blueish undertone in the glitter of your dress.

Intoxicated by the feeling to enjoy this flurry of photographer’s flashlights and the exited yells and screams of fans who were lucky enough to get a ticket for the premiere, you began to marinate in your own position. On his side

Turning to your boyfriend and smiling so blissfully, you leaned over to welcome a gentle kiss on your dark red lips.

People were going crazy, the lighting like experience intensifying until you parted again smiling at each other with nothing but content love. It felt good, natural even as you reminded yourself of Tom’s words to be proud, swankily happy about your life even.

And it worked. At least for now your magic was transmitted.

You somehow stopped caring about whatever hate Nate might spread after this. Your life was about to really get started now and a career on the world’s big screens knocked at your door hence this poor excuse of a man could screw himself.

After a few minutes of posing and showing off your baby bump that was so perfectly highlighted by the silver, glittery Prada piece, Jeff Goldbloom and your other co-stars were making their appearance. Time for you to step forward, indulging in the interviews.

The part you feared even more but Tom’s right grip around your waist sprinkled ease on your face.

“Oh my god! You two look absolutely stunning tonight“ the young lady noted, the camera capturing the three of you from the opposite site. “Thank you“ Tom smiled nodding respectfully what made the woman blush in record time.

Such a handsome boyfriend you had. And he was all yours jealousy whispered in your ear.

“And what a surprise, you two!?“ She continued pointing at your bump, your hands curling around the twins home. Protectively yet proud. Now, it was time to deliver a package to your ex. A juicy package everyone would understand and a last ever wave with a white handkerchief towards his sinking ship.

“Indeed“ you chuckled, taking the mic the exited, friendly lady was handing you, keen on getting more information. “I guess I just found my perfect match and well, love happens“. Greedy eyes widened, the journalist sucking in every word before Tom took over, his seductive voice layered with the undeniable anticipation to become a dad he carried since day one.

“We are happier than ever and this pregnancy is just the greatest gift I ever received. Along this wonderful woman, of course“ he winked in the camera grinning, before pulling you closer against his body. “That is wonderful news! Congratulations!“ The Lady exclaimed, her voice ascending in higher pitches from sheer excitement of being the first to have some details and statements regarding your pregnancy.

“What do you think would Nate Thompson say?“ She suddenly asked, nudging your happiness and resolutions dangerously close to this familiar, cold edge of worries and a macabre hide and seek game. The mic was handed to you once again however, this time your hand was hesitant, shaking for a moment as you struggled to find back.

But Tom was there for you, exactly like he promised.

A soothing arm wrapped around your back, his pointer carefully stroking the side of your arm. Breathing for a second you could feel his energy surging trough your nervous veins, calming them down like benzodiazepines. But good ones, keeping your consciousness sharp and your wit ready.

“You know-“ you began calmer than ever, almost bored of hearing his name “I really stopped caring about his opinion on how I live my life long time ago. Tom is giving me so much more than I ever dreamt of and I hope Nate’s new girlfriend does the same. I wish him all the best but I definitely won’t be looking back anymore“. 

“Sounds like a fair clean break“ the woman turned back to the camera gesturing towards you. “Thank you so much for the quick talk, Tom Hiddleston and y/n Hemsworth. Now enjoy your new movie 'The Moralizer' which is now playing in cinemas all around the world“ she ended the interview before Tom dragged you along to meet the small exclusive line of fans who were all holding out phones, movie posters and pens eagerly waiting for you.

“You are a hell of a woman, did you know that?“ Tom whispered with the most charming smile on his velvet lips, the compliment on your statement dripping like sweet honey from his tongue. Earning a subtle wink and a filthy promise for what would happen after the event, the Brit drowned in your beauty now that you found your confidence again shining even brighter.

Like all the glittering stars in a perfectly clear night sky.

“Tom, Y/n!! A photo please!!“ The fans cried out in sheer excitement as you finally devoted yourselves to the crowd behind the hip-high safety wall.

Together.

“Nothing?“ 

“Nope. Not a single comment“ you chirped after checking the tabloids for any reactions of Nate.

But there were none. You had silenced him once and for all. “God, I am so proud of you, darling. Come and get yourself some cuddles“ Tom cooed wriggling fingers nearing your waist as he threatened you with a tickle attack. 

The screen of you phone stayed bright for a little longer while your gleeful laughter resonated form all four walls of your bedroom, your body writhing and quivering under Tom’s greedy but loving hands. The scent of the exact same pasta he had made when you visited for the first time crept through the door slits. 

All alone and abandoned the bright pink headlines of some of the most influential tabloids presented themselves on the screen of your phone sliding down the mattress…

< Hollywood’s hottest couple expecting their first child - father-to-be Tom Hiddleston “couldn’t be happier“ >

< Y/n Hemsworth pregnant - 'The Moralizer' premiere taking a lovely turn >

thank you for reading and get ready for the epilogue following next Saturday on @holdmytesseract 's blog :)

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[madomkasak]

Lmao don't perceive my tag because half of it was already posted but I am fond of reckless thoughts, Daniel version too. Part 3 will be finished at some point once I gather the will to stitch the vignettes together (ask about them always!!) but I am also in my sad Daniel thoughts so here's the whole start of it.

It isn't the start though, not of reckless thoughts Max and Daniel, but it is the start of Max and Daniel. One day we'll learn what happened in that hotel room, before. We'll also learn what happens after.

As usual - retirement, Singapore, etc. Sad h/c. Maxiel newly established.

Daniel texts Max, in the end. Feels too hollowed out, feels like everything is pulling inwards and Daniel cannot find it in himself to unspool everything. There’s a lot of messages from him already, the last one from hours ago now.

He arrives at the hotel way past his bedtime. Thinks it isn't worth it falling asleep, when he has the flight home in a few hours. Can't let go yet. Tells Max it’s ok, he’ll still take First Class. Doesn't want to hide.

Thinks he is too fragile to be Air Max cargo. Thinks he won't be able to let Max go as easily, if they are together come morning. Come a few hours later than now, with how late Daniel stayed in the paddock.

He’s fine, Maxy. He isn't. But — he is, a little. He is, when he opens the thread. Sees Max offering Air Max once, twice. It’s no big deal, Daniel. Daniel wants to go up the few floors between them and go kiss him again, now that it is allowed.

It wasn't the first time they kissed, anyway. But it is the first time, when Daniel allows himself to know that there will be others. Even if, even if Daniel isn't coming back to the track, now.

Fuck. 

Daniel doesn't sleep. Settles in the settee, watches over the circuit, watches the formula 1 circus pack itself back up. Pack Daniel bits up never to unpack them ever again. There’s a lot he wants to say. Doesn't. Thinks about calling Max three times, calls his mother instead.

His voice breaks at the first syllable. He doesn't even say hello. Swallows, wishes she were here.

She sighs a choked sound that Daniel hears in his throat. But Daniel doesn't talk about the end of it all with her. Curls more tightly in the hotel armchair, talks about Max instead. Unspools the thread on the embroidered Hugo T-shirt. Undoes the flower there like he loves me, he loves me not. He loves me.

He always did, Daniel; his mother says. And Daniel knows. It is him, who was too slow. Too unsure about himself. He won't make the same mistake, won't let anyone tell him what to do. Except Max, maybe. Max is always a little bit bossy, a bit blunt. Daniel never minded it, doesn't mind it now.

It makes the little gestures Max did the last few days even sweeter. Daniel had sensed something, felt it's gnawing in his soul, let Max protect him from it with his little umbrella and aborted steps. Max isn't the one who bit into his gut and let it fall apart. He is the one holding Daniel together, stitches him back up.

Daniel's voice doesn't waver, when he talks about Max. Softens as his mother listens, as she hums when Daniel says he stopped being stupid. Let Max love him back.

“Do you think he will come to the farm?” She asks, and Daniel stays silent. Thinks, untwists the knots in his heart. Thinks that yes, Max would come, if Daniel asked. Daniel doesn't white know how to ask this - doesn't know yet how to make himself think Max won't be sacrificing anything, to come with him.

He isn't sure he is worth any sacrifices, when he’s been chewed and spit out like this. When he has been made everybody’s sacrificial lamb. Honey badger, even, whatever. Curses under his breath and at least his mum doesn't chastise him. Daniel still feels like he is five right now, wishes he didn't have the weight of the world here in this little settee. It might just crack open and swallow him whole too. A death of velvety corduroy that chafed his thigh two nights ago.

They talk until the sun's up. Until Daniel’s phone buzzed from texts about his flight back home. He finds he doesn't need to cry anymore. He plays the little radio message again and again.

It aches like a lost limb, but Daniel watches the onboard Blake sends him. It’s his last one but god – Daniel likes it. Thinks he did something with it, at least. Doesn't linger on how his last lap should have been received. Thank you, Daniel. Thank you.

Messages Max. Confirms when he will land in Perth. It isn't as long a flight as he was flying back to Faenza. Had planned to stay home during the break before Austin and now —

He types more. Undoes it. Types again. Come to the farm, yeah? Come see me, when you can? I’ll come to Austin for you. I’ll watch the race and cheer you on. Daniel switches, removes himself more and more from the paddock and Max’s racing, builds the wall up. Come to the farm, Max. Come to me.

Erases them all. Breathes. Love you, Max. Hits send. Max doesn't reply, must be asleep. Has his own plane to catch. It’s okay, Daniel needs a bit of silence. Needs to go home. Needs to go, without Max, so his heart feels less tender, less scared by how it fights between sadness and the elation he feels, thinking of Max.

He isn't alone for too long anyway.

Gets twenty Max messages by the time he lands. Max is the first one he calls. It hurts a bit less already.

His mother is here at the airport. Picks him up like Daniel is ten and not thirty-something. Daniel feels like a child, an enormous thing that feels too big for his body risking swallowing him. 

Daniel cries, into the crook of her neck. Wishes she could lift him up one more time, and Daniel would have wrapped himself around her. Breathes in. 

He's the one who sleeps in the car, curled against familiar worn leather, his mother's playlist soft through the vehicle. The belt digs into his neck. He feels every bump and feels carsick from it, the smell of fuel bringing every tear back up again. She doesn't say anything. Turns up the volume on a song they both know by heart, skips the ones she knows Daniel dislikes more.

He doesn't make fun of her, when she turns down the volume the closer they are to home — like she doesn't know the way with her eyes closed. His body knew too, waking up despite the grogginess and heaviness and the dozens of notifications buzzing in his hoodie.

Say hello to Max, she says. And Daniel swipes his phone to ping him too, drums fingers against the little icon of Max's face - a silly picture they took years ago. Not even the locket picture of Max from the hotel room Daniel sees behind closed eyes still. He can't show his mother half naked Max yet. Yet.

"Yeah." He says. Chokes. He catches a half smile, knowing, at the corner of his eyes. Daniel sweats a bit. Not from the balmy spring heat. From the Max thoughts. The Max-mum thoughts of being known. Thinks she won't be surprised, when Daniel tells them in a few days.

But he needs home first, as much as he needs Max here with him. That will happen after.

Daniel swipes off the notification for the Monaco flight. Doesn't glance at the receipt attached. Undoes his seatbelt with a shaky hand. Even lets his mother take his bag from the boot, with a kiss to his cheek.

He cries against the car.

[berylcups]

Dolce’s Full Bio 🍭

Name: Sadako Kyari

Allias (if applicable): Dolce

Namesake: Dolce & Gabbana; Kyari Pamyu Pamyu

Nicknames: Dolcezza, Sada, short stack, short cake, cup cake,

Nicknames for others: Bǎobèi, Tiánxīn, Kě’ài,

Age: 22

Birthday: October 12th

Death day: April 2nd 2001

Cause of Death: drowning; falling into the canal from getting disoriented from hypoglycemia

AMAB/AFAB/Intersex: AFAB

Gender Identity: Cis Female

Height: 5’0

Weight: 100lbs

Handness: right

Hair Color: dark navy blue

Eye Color: teal

Type of Voice: soft, lilted calm. Gets higher pitch when angry

Eyesight:. 20/20

Race: Singaporean Chinese and Japanese

Hometown: Bukit Panjan Singapore

Current Residency: Napoli Italy

Moral Alignment: Neutral evil

MBTI Personality Type (Optional): ESTJ-A

Medical & Dental Health: Hyperthyroidism- is always hungry and feels too warm

Did not develop Wisdom teeth

Mental health:

Severe abandonment issues, OCD, Bipolar Disorder,

Scars/burns/birthmarks/tattoos: Dog bite scar on right ankle

Criminal Record: 2 murders pre-passione

Awards & Education: grew up trilingual- Mandarin, English-Singlish dialect, and Japanese.

Learned Italian from scratch when she was put into boarding school in Napoli. Excelled in geometry, Italian, and Art class.

Went to college for fashion design and excelled but stopped halfway through due to murdering her 2 classmates that sabotaged her coming of age kimono.

Past Experience:

Dolce had to make the choice of who she wanted to live with- her inattentive mom and stepdad that treats her with contempt or her irresponsible father that pays attention but doesn’t always make the right choices.

She picked her father much to his hidden dismay. She traveled a lot with her father as he took hits out for Dio.

He eventually put her in a boarding school in Napoli Italy so she would have some sort of stability. He would visit every so often about once a month. Right before she graduated he suddenly stopped showing up. She didn’t take it too well, he either died due to the hazards of the job or he abandoned her. She has trust and abandonment issues because of this.

Once she started college she went for the fashion designer path. She made some friends along the way and some who weren’t as well meaning as others. 2 students wanted to get ahead of her and decided to sabotage her fashion class final-her coming of age kimono, basically making her fail.

Dolce snapped. With the loss of her family, her hard work, and now her dream of becoming a designer, Dolce felt like life has no meaning for her anymore. She stopped at nothing to find out who destroyed her work and punish them accordingly.

She hunted down and murdered both sabotagers. She killed 1 in the showers with a switchblade she hid in her nether region and the other in her dorm with a seam ripper.

Risotto Nero ran into a distressed Dolce with a large foul smelling suitcase that she was trying to dump into the Sarno river.

Finding her suspicious he interrogates her and finds out the contents of the suitcase to be 2 missing girls from the news that are partially melted and decomposed including the skeleton being melted.

She begs for his silence and not alarm the police so she can stay in Italy. Him being interested in her stand powers let her slide if she joins his hitman team.

She had a lot to prove to the murderous men but they already had been exposed to Calamari and their strange stand powers and proved themselves to be competent.

So they gave Dolce slightly a little more slack than when Calamari started. Calamari with their forensic knowledge helped Dolce to destroy the bodies.

Dolce being the charismatic and ambitious person she is was able to sweet talk herself into a permanent position in the hitman team. That still didn’t excuse her from the usual teasing from the rest of the gang of course. In order to be a hitman you need some thick skin.

Thoughts on love:

Love is a powerful thing that Dolce obsesses over. She only got any love and attention from her maternal grandparents and their Filipino caretaker until her grandparents passed away from cancer and old age. She was neglected and abandoned by her parents so she feels the need to get love and to receive love intensely. It doesn’t matter if it’s physical, emotional, or platonic love. She’s starved of it and she needs it.

Love is the one thing she cannot buy nor a skill that can be mastered. It’s the one thing she wants more than money or fame.

She’s determined to have a family and a partner and to love them more than her parents could ever love her.

Sexual and/or Romantic Identity: Pansexual;Panromantic- masculine leaning

People they like:

She likes people who are open and honest. She likes surrounding herself with people who know what they want. She’s not interested in those who beat around the bush or are into formalities. Be straightforward with her and she will respect you. On the other hand, she feels the need to protect and befriend the shyer soft spoken people. She wants to be around people who have passion and dedication- people with dreams. She’s your hype girl and cheerleader. She might not know anything about what you’re into but she will support you 100% of the way and take the time to learn about your passions.

She also has a soft spot for the elderly and highly respects her elders, excluding her parents.

People they hate:

Dolce looks calm and calculated but… there are a lot of kinds of people that she absolutely hates.

She hates deadbeat parents. Seeing parents not paying attention to their kids as they beg for affection and attention just set a fire inside her. If she has a chance she’d beat that deadbeat whore/bastard with an inch of their life if she had a chance to without traumatizing the kid. Despite that, Dolce is also hypocritical. there’s nothing more than she hates than seeing a happy family. If she can’t buy or work towards it, it will drive her crazy. She never had loving attentive parents and seeing others get that enrages her. She gets a sick satisfaction from targets begging for their lives and to think about their family. She might torture them more by threatening the families lives too or just outright kill the guy in spite for caring about their family.

She hates anyone who gets in the way of her dreams. She has a strong will and won’t allow anyone to stop her. She’s ambitious to the max. She hates her ex friends/ classmates for sabotaging her fashion designs and bullying her. She absolutely hates Giorno because his dream clashes with hers. She wants the drug money for herself and her team. Despite that, she admires Giornos unstoppable ambition and yet it annoys her and she wants to destroy it. She’s so ambitious to the point of self destruction. She knows she won’t be able to live her dreams if she self-destructs but her desire to destroy her enemies outweighs her desire for her dreams.

She hates Mista because he’s a nuisance that’s in her way. Getting shot in the arm and ruining her shirt already puts you on her shit list. She wouldn’t love more than to see him get frozen to death or watch him melt into a disgusting puddle of filth.

Dreams for the future:

Her true dreams died the minute her final project- coming of age kimono was sabotaged.

In passione her dream is to obtain the drug money and achieve enough wealth and power in order to make her father want to come back and be proud of her so they can be a family again. She also dreams of tying the knot with her partner and having a family. But she wants to be the one to pop the question to her ice gremlin.

Relationships(name a person that they have a connection to and what their relationship is like[friend, enemy, Ex, current lover, family , etc.]):

Kaede Kyari - Maternal Grandmother- Deceased

Hiroshi Kyari - Maternal Grandfather- Deceased

Sachiko Kyari -Estranged Mother

Unnamed Abusive stepfather - Estranged

Rubber Soul - Absent/Deadbeat Father

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Ghiaccio- Best Friend & Partner

Melone- Best friend

Risotto- Leader

Formaggio- good friend

Pesci- good friend

Sorbet- parental figure

Gelato- parental figure

Illuso- tolerates in small doses

Prosciutto- tolerates in small doses

Quotes (what do they say often? What’s their life’s motto?):

“Wah lau!(omg) ONLY 20 million lira? Between all of us??? No fair!”

“Hěn hǎo!”(very good !)

“Tā mā de!” ( oh fuck/damn it!)

“I am NOT CHINESE. I speak Chinese. I am from SINGAPORE. How about you travel the world a bit mirror man???”

“To take a leaf out of one’s book means to copy what someone else does. The leaf means loose leaf paper, to rip a page out of a book and plagiarize the information. Oh… you still think it’s stupid ? I know it’s upsetting to you but it isn’t worth getting worked up over it, BǎoBèi.”

“God! You know it gets me frisky when you’re forceful and angry!”

Hobbies; fashion design, sewing, knitting, Chinese calligraphy , practicing Italian, teaching Chinese (she can be harsh when it comes to others not knowing their tones),

Habits & quirks :

has an oral fixation- so she’s always sucking on lollipops or chewing gum or sucking on hard candy

likes to pace around the room- hates standing /sitting still,

eats twice the amount of carbohydrates and sugar a normal person eats for her stand,

She is equally Singaporean Chinese and Japanese but identifies more as Singaporean Chinese since living with her father the longest.

Gets up ridiculously early-5am,

Her morning routine must never be interrupted or else her whole day is “ruined”

She has OCD and has some strong superstitions,

She transliterates all of Italian cities and foods in katakana so she can pronounce them better

Others find it “quirky “ or weird but her vehicle of choice is a creeper van. She says it’s for extra storage, but based on the suspicious stains she might have been using her van for “work” as well. And “its all I can afford !” She claims.

Pet peeves: hates writing in red ink-believes ones life is cut short when names are written in red

People not using correct tones for Chinese words-

Cutting noodles and pasta

People only liking things because it’s “popular” and not just liking them to like them. (Ex-liking Rolex watches only because they are expensive)

Misidentifying her nationality

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Notes: I hope I made my Dolce interesting enough… I’ve been working on her back story for about two years 😭 she was originally going to be a part 4 character but I had a random thought while watching part 5… what if she went delulu for the most feral gremlin looking mofo ever??? Nerds need love too so I slapped her and Ghia together and it just STUCK. I can’t undo it. They are inseparable 😭💖💙 I’m sorry lmao

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GISB in S'pore Part I.

SINGAPORE: GISBH has allegedly operated a 'guest house' in Singapore.

Ms Zainab said she was not a pilgrim or a member of the group and only rented a room at the guesthouse in 2011. "I am not a former Ikhwan pilgrim. As far as I remember, I only rented a room in the house for 2 or 3 months before I went out. I know that they are members of the Ikhwan movement which was previously called Rufaqa," She found out from her friend that there was a room available for rent. "When I came to rent it, I didn't see any abnormalities. When I rented it, I handed over $800 on the first day and everything was as usual," she added.

When she moved into the three-storey house, Ms Zainab said there were already around 25 teenagers and girls living there. "I don't know how many years or months they have been there. What I remember is that I handed over my monthly money to this woman. She is the Head of the Singapore division and a worshipper of the group, but not the owner of the house." "The house is for women including teenagers, children, also wives who are in confinement or wives who come for a while. They were between 2 years to about 16 years old. If there are boys, boys are 2 years old and below. If the husband or men comes to the house, it is during the Maulid celebration or when there is a gathering" explained Ms. Zainab.

During her three months of staying there, she also saw that there were several members from abroad who stayed there. "The function of the 'guest house' is as a place for Brotherhood members in Singapore or from overseas who come to Singapore. They do not need to rent a hotel and can stay in a Singapore guest house," said Ms Zainab.

During the period of renting, Ms. Zainab did not see the children or teenagers living in the house attend school or receive formal education subjects. "When I am not working, I see that they have no formal education. For example, the subject of Geography and others, all of them are absent," she said.

"No one went to childcare centre or to the primary school, there was nothing. Madrasah or secular education does not exist at all," added Ms. Zainab. Ms. Zainab observed they learned more about Abaya, the founder of Al-Arqam Ashaari Muhammad.

Their education is only about Abuya. The akhlaq of Abuya, the specialty of Abuya and where Abuya was born. For me, madrasah education involves the importance of Al-Quran, but they don't learn about the Quran. They have their own books."

During the period of stay in the 'guest house', Ms. Zainab was also invited to participate in the 'religious' sessions of the pilgrims. "I was invited. As tenants, when invited, don't we want to include ourselves? When invited to tazkirah - I inititally joined. But after a while, I feel like something is not right," shared Ms. Zainab. Shee also recounted several incidents that made her suspicious. "The first time I was told to do a Silat movement to combat lust after prayer. Some movement includes jumping. The worshippers after their congregational prayers will give space. They each do it alone."

She added that the member will pray directly to 'Abuya'. "When you pray but do not ask Allah. You pray to Abuya - he is human, just like us. So when you pray (to Abuya), I feel that it is wrong."

"They will hold their heads and pray 'O Abuya, Islam our spirits, O Abuya, Islam our passions'" said Ms. Zainab. In addition to the classes taught there, the congregation at the 'guest house', according to Ms. Zainab, also attended classes online. "Every day after Zohor or Isyak prayers, they will hold live streaming between Malaysia, Singapore, Indonesia and Makkah and Medina. They will preach about Abuya, some ask for updates in each country as well," she said.

"I heard the voice of Umm Jah (Abuya's wife) talking about the 'congregation of truth', about how she dismissed the slander or allegations of former members At that time, there were former members who opposed Umm Jah and to them, anyone who opposed them and the group was an enemy of Islam," she added.

Recalling her experience of about three months at the guest house, Ms Zainab said that some of the teenagers in the 'guest house' were working, but not being paid. She was told by one of the teenagers there that they worked at a café on Arab Street. At that time, the teenager was about 16 years old and in addition, there were about 10 other teenagers who also worked at the place.

"She works 10 hours in a café, sometimes 12 hours because if it's Friday, Saturday, Sunday, there are many customers," said Ms. Zainab. "Their leader taught that if you work, don't expect money. Why expect remuneration? Help to be helped - later Abuya will help in terms of sustenance, in terms of children, in terms of getting a righteous husband. That's help. It means that our work will be rewarded but not in the form of money," she explained.

Seeing such things for herself, Ms. Zainab felt uncomfortable and finally decided to move out of the 'guest house'.

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Singing Classes in Australia: Comprehensive Guide by Kiya Learning

Singing is more than fair a enthusiasm for numerous; it's a implies of expression, a pathway to certainty, and regularly a career yearning. In Australia, the interest of vocal brilliance is upheld by various instructive openings. Kiya Learning, a driving supplier within the field of instruction, offers a run of singing classes over different Australian cities. This direct investigates the benefits, structure, and openings inside Kiya Learning's singing programs, outlined to assist understudies of all ages and expertise levels accomplish their vocal potential.

The Significance of Singing Classes

Singing classes give important abilities past fair learning how to sing. They improve:

Vocal Technique: Proper training ensures that students learn how to use their voice effectively, reducing the risk of strain or damage.

Musicality: Students develop a better understanding of rhythm, pitch, and tone.

Confidence: Performing in front of others helps build self-esteem and stage presence.

Communication Skills: Singing often requires clear enunciation and expressive delivery, skills that are beneficial in everyday communication.

Emotional Expression: Through music, students can convey and process emotions in a constructive way.

Kiya Learning’s Singing Classes

Kiya Learning offers a assortment of singing classes  in Singapore custom-made to distinctive needs and interface. Whether you are a apprentice or an progressed vocalist, Kiya Learning gives a strong environment to sharpen your aptitudes. Here's a closer see at what Kiya Learning offers:

Individual Lessons: One-on-one sessions with experienced vocal coaches allow for personalized attention. These lessons focus on individual goals, such as improving vocal range, technique, and style. Students receive constructive feedback and tailored exercises to address their specific needs.

Group Classes: For those who enjoy a collaborative environment, Kiya Learning’s group classes offer a chance to learn with peers. These classes emphasize teamwork and harmony, allowing students to practice blending their voices with others. Group settings can also reduce performance anxiety and build camaraderie among students.

Specialized Programs: Kiya Learning’s specialized programs cater to specific interests and genres, including classical, pop, jazz, and musical theatre. These programs are designed to help students explore different styles and find their unique voice.

Performance Opportunities: Regular recitals and performances are integral to Kiya Learning’s curriculum. These events provide students with the chance to showcase their progress, gain stage experience, and receive feedback from an audience.

Online Classes: For those who prefer learning from the comfort of their home, Kiya Learning offers online singing classes. These virtual sessions provide flexibility and accessibility, allowing students from various locations in Australia to benefit from expert instruction.

Cities and Locations

Kiya Learning’s singing classes are available across Australia, making it convenient for students in different regions to access quality training. Here’s a brief overview of the locations where Kiya Learning operates:

Sydney: As one of Australia’s largest and most vibrant cities, Sydney offers a range of singing classes through Kiya Learning. Students in Sydney benefit from a bustling cultural scene, providing ample opportunities for live performances and networking within the music industry.

Melbourne: Known for its artistic and musical heritage, Melbourne is an ideal location for singing classes. Kiya Learning’s Melbourne programs are designed to nurture the city’s rich musical culture, offering students exposure to various genres and performance styles.

Brisbane: In Brisbane, Kiya Learning’s singing classes cater to a growing community of aspiring vocalists. The classes are tailored to suit the local culture and musical preferences, ensuring that students receive relevant and engaging instruction.

Perth: Kiya Learning’s Perth programs provide vocal training in a city known for its laid-back lifestyle and vibrant arts scene. Students in Perth benefit from personalized instruction and opportunities to perform in local events.

Adelaide: In Adelaide, Kiya Learning’s singing classes are designed to align with the city’s dynamic cultural landscape. Students have access to expert guidance and performance opportunities that reflect Adelaide’s unique musical environment.

Hobart: For students in Hobart, Kiya Learning offers singing classes that cater to the city’s intimate and supportive artistic community. These classes are designed to help students develop their vocal skills in a nurturing environment.

Canberra: Kiya Learning’s singing classes in Canberra are tailored to meet the needs of students in the nation’s capital. The programs focus on building a strong foundation in vocal technique and performance skills.

The Curriculum and Teaching Approach

Kiya Learning’s singing curriculum is designed to address all aspects of vocal training. Here’s what students can expect:

Vocal Warm-ups and Exercises: Students begin each lesson with warm-up exercises to prepare their voices for singing. These exercises focus on breath control, vocal range, and tone quality.

Technique Development: The curriculum emphasizes proper singing techniques, including posture, breath support, and articulation. Students learn how to use their voices efficiently and avoid common vocal issues.

Song Repertoire: Students have the opportunity to work on a diverse repertoire, including classical pieces, contemporary songs, and musical theatre numbers. This exposure helps them develop versatility and discover their preferred style.

Performance Skills: Training includes techniques for effective stage presence and audience engagement. Students learn how to manage performance anxiety and deliver compelling performances.

Music Theory: Basic music theory concepts are integrated into the curriculum to help students understand how music works. This knowledge enhances their ability to interpret and perform songs accurately.

Personalized Feedback: Regular assessments and feedback ensure that students are making progress and achieving their goals. Instructors provide constructive criticism and guidance to help students continually improve.

Benefits of Joining Kiya Learning’s Singing Classes

Expert Instruction: Kiya Learning’s vocal coaches are experienced professionals who bring a wealth of knowledge to their teaching. They provide personalized attention and guidance to help students achieve their best.

Flexible Scheduling: With options for individual, group, and online classes, Kiya Learning accommodates various schedules and learning preferences. This flexibility ensures that students can balance their musical training with other commitments.

Supportive Environment: The nurturing and supportive atmosphere at Kiya Learning encourages students to explore their talents and take risks. This positive environment fosters growth and confidence.

Holistic Development: Beyond vocal training, Kiya Learning’s programs promote overall personal development. Students build confidence, enhance communication skills, and develop a deeper appreciation for music.

Community and Networking: By participating in Kiya Learning’s classes, students become part of a vibrant community of music enthusiasts. They have opportunities to network with other musicians and participate in local events.

How to Enroll

Selecting in Kiya Learning's singing classes is clear. Imminent understudies can visit the Kiya Learning site to discover nitty gritty data almost course plans, areas, and expenses. Also, interested people can contact Kiya Learning straightforwardly to examine their needs and get personalized suggestions.

Conclusion

Kiya Learning's singing classes offer a comprehensive and enhancing involvement for yearning vocalists over Australia. With master instruction, a assorted educational modules, and openings for execution, understudies are well-equipped to realize their vocal objectives and explore their musical potential. Whether you are a fledgling looking to begin your singing travel or an experienced vocalist pointing to refine your abilities, Kiya Learning gives the assets and bolster required to succeed. Connect Kiya Learning's singing classes nowadays and take the another step in your melodic enterprise.

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Top Art Classes in Singapore

Top Art Classes in Singapore

Top Art Classes in Singapore - Followurarts Studio

Introduction

Art has always been a universal language, transcending cultural and linguistic barriers. In recent years, the art scene in Singapore has flourished, with more people recognizing the value of creativity in their lives. Whether you're a budding artist or looking to refine your skills, art education plays a crucial role in personal and professional development.

Why Choose Art Classes?

Top Art classes offer numerous benefits beyond learning how to draw or paint. They enhance critical thinking, improve hand-eye coordination, and boost confidence. Engaging in creative activities can also be therapeutic, providing an outlet for self-expression and stress relief.

Overview of Followurarts Studio

History and Background

Followurarts Studio has been a cornerstone of the Singaporean art community for over a decade. Founded by passionate artists, the studio aims to nurture creativity and artistic talent in individuals of all ages.

Mission and Vision

The mission of Followurarts Studio is to create an inclusive environment where creativity thrives. They believe that everyone has the potential to be an artist and strive to provide the tools and guidance needed to explore and develop artistic skills.

Top Art Classes at Followurarts Studio

Beginner Art Classes

Drawing Basics

Perfect for those starting their artistic journey, this class covers fundamental drawing techniques. Students learn about lines, shapes, shading, and perspective, building a strong foundation for future artistic endeavors.

Introduction to Painting

This class introduces students to various painting mediums such as acrylics and watercolors. Participants explore basic color theory, brush techniques, and composition to create their first masterpieces.

Intermediate Art Classes

Advanced Drawing Techniques

For those with some drawing experience, this class delves deeper into complex techniques. Students practice rendering textures, mastering light and shadow, and capturing more intricate details.

Watercolor Mastery

This intermediate class focuses on watercolor techniques, teaching students how to control the medium to create vibrant, expressive artworks. Topics include washes, blending, and layering.

Advanced Art Classes

Oil Painting Techniques

Advanced students can explore the rich, versatile medium of oil paints. This class covers advanced blending techniques, color mixing, and creating depth and texture in paintings.

Abstract Art

This class encourages students to push the boundaries of traditional art forms. Participants experiment with shapes, colors, and forms to create unique, abstract pieces.

Specialized Workshops

Digital Art

In the digital age, digital art skills are invaluable. This workshop teaches students how to use digital tools and software to create stunning digital artworks, from illustrations to animations.

Sculpture and 3D Art

For those interested in three-dimensional art, this workshop covers the basics of sculpture. Students work with various materials like clay and plaster to create sculptures and 3D installations.

Children’s Art Classes

Creative Kids Program

Designed for young children, this program focuses on fostering creativity through fun, age-appropriate projects. Kids explore different materials and techniques, developing their artistic skills in a playful environment.

Teen Art Exploration

This class is tailored for teenagers, offering more advanced projects that challenge their creativity and technical skills. Teens learn about various art styles and techniques, helping them find their unique artistic voice.

Benefits of Enrolling at Followurarts Studio

Experienced Instructors

Followurarts Studio boasts a team of experienced instructors who are professional artists themselves. Their expertise and passion for teaching provide students with invaluable insights and personalized guidance.

State-of-the-Art Facilities

The studio is equipped with modern facilities and high-quality materials, ensuring that students have everything they need to create their best work. The inspiring environment fosters creativity and learning.

Community and Networking Opportunities

Joining Followurarts Studio means becoming part of a vibrant artistic community. Students have opportunities to network, collaborate, and showcase their work in exhibitions and events.

Success Stories from Followurarts Studio

Student Testimonials

Many students have found success and fulfillment through the studio’s programs. Testimonials highlight the positive impact of the classes on their artistic skills and personal growth.

Notable Alumni

Followurarts Studio is proud of its alumni, many of whom have gone on to have successful careers in the arts. Their achievements serve as inspiration for current and future students.

How to Enroll in Followurarts Studio

Enrollment Process

Enrolling in Followurarts Studio is simple. Prospective students can visit the studio’s website, fill out an application form, and choose their preferred classes. The friendly staff is always available to assist with any questions.

Fees and Schedules

The studio offers a range of classes with flexible schedules to accommodate different needs. Fees are competitive, and there are often discounts for early registration or multiple class enrollments.

Conclusion

In summary, Followurarts Studio offers a diverse range of art classes catering to all skill levels and interests. With experienced instructors, state-of-the-art facilities, and a supportive community, it's the perfect place to embark on your artistic journey. Whether you're looking to develop new skills or simply explore your creativity, Followurarts Studio has something for everyone. So why wait? Join today and start your creative adventure!

FAQs

What age groups are the classes suitable for?

Art Classes at Followurarts Studio cater to all age groups, from young children to adults.

What materials are needed for the classes?

Most classes provide materials, but some may require students to bring their own. Details are provided upon enrollment.

How long are the classes?

Class durations vary, with most sessions lasting between 1 to 2 hours. Course lengths can range from a few weeks to several months.

Can I get a refund if I’m not satisfied?

Refund policies vary by class, but the studio strives to accommodate students’ needs. It's best to check the specific policy for each course.

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Enhancing Lives with Speech Therapy Services in Singapore

 In the bustling city-nation of Singapore, the importance of effective communication can not be overstated. Whether it’s for personal interactions, instructional pastimes, or expert engagements, the potential to speak clearly and successfully is essential. Recognizing this want, TotalCommunication stands at the leading edge, offering excellent speech remedy services in Singapore.

Speech therapy offerings in Singapore are designed to address a extensive range of speech and language problems. From kids struggling with developmental delays to adults going through speech impairments because of neurological situations, the scope of services is wide and complete. At TotalCommunication, the focal point is on supplying personalised remedy plans that cater to the specific needs of each character.

One of the important thing elements that units TotalCommunication aside is its team of enormously qualified and experienced speech therapists. These professionals are dedicated to supporting clients triumph over their communication challenges, permitting them to guide greater pleasing lives. The middle's approach to speech therapy services in Singapore is holistic, integrating numerous therapeutic techniques and the today's improvements inside the field.

Speech therapy offerings in Singapore at TotalCommunication encompass quite a few interventions. For kids, this could consist of play-based therapy to develop language talents, articulation therapy to improve readability, and social communique education to beautify interaction capabilities. For adults, therapy would possibly awareness on restoring speech after a stroke, enhancing voice disorders, or addressing cognitive conversation disorders.

The system starts offevolved with a thorough evaluation to become aware of the precise speech or language troubles. Based on the evaluation, a customized remedy plan is advanced, outlining clean goals and the steps needed to obtain them. Regular tracking and adjustments ensure that the therapy remains powerful and aligned with the client’s development

In addition to person therapy periods, TotalCommunication also gives group therapy options. Group classes can be specially beneficial for clients wanting to enhance social communication competencies, imparting a supportive environment wherein they could practice interacting with others. This aspect of speech remedy services in Singapore emphasizes the significance of real-lifestyles application and network integration.

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As speech therapy offerings in Singapore preserve to conform, TotalCommunication remains dedicated to staying at the vanguard of those developments. By continually updating their practices and integrating the modern research, they make sure that customers get hold of the very best standard of care.

In conclusion, speech therapy offerings in Singapore supplied via TotalCommunication are a beacon of hope for individuals going through verbal exchange challenges. With their professional crew, personalized therapy plans, and holistic approach, they empower customers to triumph over barriers and achieve their full potential. Whether it’s helping a infant communicate their first phrases or helping an grownup in regaining their speech, TotalCommunication is devoted to creating a profound difference in the lives of those they serve.