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thursdayygrrrl · 4 months

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inevitably, inetivably, inebivatly

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characters: actress!wanda maximoff x gn!reader

genre: fluff, slightly suggestive

summary: After Wanda finishes filming a day drinking segment on Seth Meyers’ show to promote her current project, you take care of her.

word count: 2,061

a/n: i was watching random yt vids and came across the day drinking with seth meyers segments (the lorde and the dua lipa ones) and i just thought to write something short and sweet about it. i have not written in a while and english is not my first language, so please bear with me. this is also my first time writing for wanda. you can read it on ao3 (here) or under the cut. regardless, i hope u enjoy it !!

Your phone tells you it’s currently 3:46 PM, but the way Wanda is absolutely wasted makes it seem like 4 AM after a wild night out. She agreed to go on Late Night with Seth Meyers and participate in the day drinking segment. When the offer first came up, mentioned by her team, you were both apprehensive. But after some talk about it, guaranteeing her safety on set and the fan reception it would bring in, she ultimately agreed to it. Also, seeing your wife have some fun and let loose is one of the best sights ever. So here you were, hand on her waist, guiding her to your car after the shoot.

“Okay, Wands, we’re almost there,” you say gently.

She mumbles something. “Hm?” You ask her, wanting not to miss anything.

“Don’t wanna…”

You suddenly remember that she’s wearing shoes which, honestly, looked painful to wear. You take this as a cue and carry her bridal style the rest of the way to the car. A little yelp escapes her in surprise when you lift her with ease.

“Better?” You ask her. She hums happily and buries her head into the crook of your neck. You kiss the top of her head as you walk nearer to the vehicle. Once you’re there, you bend down slightly to open the passenger door.

Wanda removes her head from its former position once she hears the door open. She furrows her brow in that adorable manner you can never seem to get over. “Seth’s like… scary good at making people drink a lot a lot,” She slurs as you help her onto the seat and put her seatbelt on. “Yeah?” you try to keep her engaged.

“Mhm. Did you see me with those crazy cocktails? And those shots too?” Wanda rambles, emoting and gesturing without abandon, while you get behind the wheel. You chuckle, “Yeah, you took them like a champ, honey.”

“I sure did, Y/N,” She nods to herself proudly. You prep for the drive, making sure the temperature is comfortable and your phone is connected to the Bluetooth system.

You open Spotify on your phone and gesture it towards her, “Any requests?”

She shakes her head, “Whatever DJ Y/N wants!” She giggles at the impromptu nickname she calls you. Her laugh is like music to your ears, you smile along with her.

“Alright, alright, alright!” You put your joint playlist on shuffle and start driving. One of your favorite songs comes on and Wanda starts dancing along, at least as much as the seatbelt allows. You join in by tapping your finger on the wheel and lipsyncing exaggeratedly. “I love this one!” She speaks loudly, still dancing, unaware of her voice modulation.

You match her energy, “I can tell!” This drive-turned-dance party continues for a few more songs until a slower one starts playing. She runs a hand through her hair and settles into the seat with a content sigh.

“Now that was fun, Y/N. We need to do that more.”

“Dance?”

She nods with an air of authority, “Absolutely.”

“Noted, darling,” You flash her a smug smile and she blushes.

She slumps in her seat and covers her face with her hands. “God, Y/N, that petname is so corny. And old-fashioned.”

You shrug and keep driving. “Sure, but you know you like it.”

She giggles, conceding, “Yeah, yeah. I do.”

You let the music take over as you make your way home. After a while, you look over to check on Wanda only to find that she’s blissfully asleep. Her copper waves are splayed across her shoulder. You smile to yourself as you park on the driveway. You take a moment to just admire her, to be enchanted by the curve of her cheek, the slope of her nose, and the peaceful expression on her face.

You leave the car and walk to her side, opening the passenger door as quietly as you can. Wanda stirs anyway. She whines softly when her sleep is interrupted.

“It’s okay, sweet girl, we’re home now. Okay? Just let me take care of you.”

She nods as you unbuckle the seatbelt and carry her again, this time into your home. She holds you as if her life depended on it.

It was a challenge to get the front door open, but when you do, you immediately close it with your hip. You kick your shoes off and make your way to the bedroom. You lay her gently on the bed, which she immediately curls up in, then help take her heels off and pick out a change of clothes for her. The noise of clothes ruffling alerts Wanda. Her voice is muffled by the pillows and sheets surrounding her.

“May I wear one of your hoodies tonight? Pretty please?”

“You don’t have to ask, Wands. The answer is yes every time.”

“Thank you, Y/N,” she says, a wide smile on her face while she drags out the last syllable of your name.

You look through your closet for some random sleep shorts and the exact hoodie you know she’s referring to. You also know how diligent she is with skincare, so you take the essentials with you too. Once you’ve got them, you go over to the bed again and bend so you’re at eye level with her.

“Sit up and let’s get you into something cozier, hon. Yeah?”

She wiggles her eyebrows playfully while following your instructions. “Ooooo, you wanna see me naked, huh?”

You try to suppress the growing smile on your face as you unzip the back of her dress. A blush creeps up on your face despite wanting to keep it at bay. Wanda teases you, “You totally do, Y/N! Look at you!”

The dress falls off her shoulders, revealing her upper body. She makes an excited noise. You take the dress and toss it on the floor, leaving it a problem for later, already coming up with an apology for her meticulous stylist. You sit in front of her and press a kiss on her shoulder as you unhook her bra. “I do, but I want you to be comfortable above all,” You whisper into her smooth skin.

“Boo, you’re no fun,” She pouts like a petulant child, but you know she would never mean anything bad by it. You help her slip into the shorts and the oversized hoodie. When her head pops out, a goofy smile is on her face. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Wanda.”

Now, you take her preferred cleansing balm and warm it in your hands. She closes her eyes as you massage it gently all over her face, to remove the makeup she’s wearing. Then, you take a damp cloth to rinse away the milky residue. She moans quietly at your touch.

Her eyes are still closed as you prepare to finish her routine with her favorite cleanser. “You’re so good with your hands, Y/N.” You chuckle at her comment, unsure if she meant the double entendre.

“I mean it,” She says sincerely as you keep working on her skincare, first with the cleanser then a clean washcloth to dry off. You cradle her face with your hand. She moves slightly to kiss your palm.

“I’m glad to be of service then.”

Your hand moves to rest on her thigh instead. Her face gradually gets closer and her lips meet yours. It’s surprisingly gentle and tender, especially for someone so drunk and usually so eager. You let her deepen it, let her tongue venture into the familiar environment of your mouth, until she pulls away to catch her breath. You smile and give her one last peck before standing up and gathering the stuff up off the bed.

“I’m gonna get some water and some painkillers too. You’re gonna need it.”

Wanda scoffs and clumsily tilts her head upward to maintain eye contact with you. She takes her pointer finger and pokes your chest. “Please. Judging from a while ago, I could outdrink you, Natasha, and Yelena. Combined!”

You shoot her a questioning look, stifling a smile. “Sure, honey.” With that, you leave the room briefly and she lays back down. She lands on her back with a soft thud and stretches her arms and legs out like a starfish. “Y/N,” she calls out. “I am so grateful for this bed.”

With a bottle of water and a small dish containing some pills in hand, you enter again. “The bed is pretty great. It’s done us a lot of good.” You place the dish on the bedside table and open the water bottle, urging her to sit up again. “Here, Wands, drink up.”

She closes her eyes tightly and shakes her head. She makes a noise of disapproval that is not missed by your attentive ears. You tilt your head to the side, thinking of ways to try and persuade her. Wanda is stubborn, you knew that from years of experience, but you also knew that she would always fold at your actions if you played your cards just right.

Mustering up your best acting skills, you flash her your best wide-eyed, puppy-like gaze. Her eyes unscrew the tiniest bit, but it’s not enough. So you place the opened water bottle on the side table and move on to the next course of action.

Laying down and nuzzling into her side. A hum, much like a cat’s satisfied purr, leaves her lips.

“You like that?”

Wanda nods. “Yeah. A lot.” You then subtly move to sit up, leaning your back against the headboard. She whines at the gradual loss of contact. You can’t help but giggle softly as you pat the spot beside you.

“Come up here, then. Sit up with me. I’m all yours.”

She begrudgingly does so, this time settling into your side and leaning most of her weight on you. You take this moment to brush some of the stray hairs away from her face and kiss her temple. She practically melts under your fawning.

You take your chance, continuing to play sweetly with her hair. “Now that you’re up, how about that water?”

A beat, a pause, until she yields.

“Okay, okay. Fine.”

A proud squeal you were trying to suppress escapes you. Wanda shoots you a knowing look, “Such a dork.” You quickly hand her the bottle, which she accepts and drinks from gratefully.

“Yeah, but this dork is just happy to get you hydrated before you inevitably fall asleep.”

“In-ev-it-ab-ly. Inetivably.” She sounds the word out and scrunches her nose when she mispronounces it. “That word is funny, Y/N. Inebivatly!” Both of you explode into laughter. She continues rambling about etymology and phonetics, gesturing wildly with the half-empty water bottle. "Woah!" You take it back before any of its contents threaten to spill.

“Hey! I was drinking that.” She pouts. You do your best to stay firm and mature, to resist your instinctual response to give in.

“Or were you using it as a prop?”

“Mmmh, you got me there.”

Both of you settle back on the bed. Wanda takes her arm and wraps it around your midsection. Her head rests on your chest and your steady heartbeat grounds her. You alternate between caressing her hair and languidly stroking her side. The setting sun’s golden light creeps into the windows, bathing everything in a warm tone. After a comfortable silence, she speaks softly.

“M’sleepy…”

“Go ahead and rest, darling. I’ll be right here.”

“But there’s so many hours left in the day. Only old people sleep this early,” She drags the last word out in a whine.

“That’s okay, we have tomorrow.” You assure her like you unfailingly do.

Wanda hums in contemplation before nodding approvingly, “Yeah, tomorrow.”

You keep soothing her until her eyelids eventually close, to hide those gorgeous eyes you could get lost in forever, and her breathing steadies and turns into quiet snores.

It is a guarantee that Wanda’s hangover tomorrow will be rough, but you don’t mind at all. It just gives you more permission to give her extra affection, attention, love, and care. Even in her messiest and most raw moments, there is nowhere in the world you would rather be than with her. This, you know, is certain. It is fated. It is inevitable.

#ky writes!#oneshot #fanfic #marvel #marvel oneshot #marvel fanfic #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda x reader #wanda x you

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cartierre · 1 year

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FORMULA ONE

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mylancap1 · 1 year

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Aku cukup yakin kalau behind the scenes (BTS), Adi Putra & Nora Danish memang kissing for real. Kau rasa batang Adi boleh diam ke dlm pants tengok tetek Nora besar solid depan dia menari nari teasing mcm tu. Dressing ketat nampak bontot padu. Nora ni kelebihan dia boobs & butt dua dua solid pejal. Ada celebs yg salah satu je. Nora tapaw habis. Pakej teruk Nora ni. Nora memang passionate kalau kissing. Tengok reaction muka dia dah tau. Kalau betul betul wet, Nora tak kisah kalau kena fucking dekat shooting set. Damn.

#noradanish

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avatar-thewayofincorrectquotes · 1 year

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sully kids modern!au headcanons

Neteyam:

he/him pronouns

bi with a preference for men

loves listening to hozier and prolly dua lipa

eat your young is his song rn

runs track, but has done archery since he was younger with Neytiri

also did rock climbing for a bit

a rock climbing god

def has good grades, like a’s and b’s

super good at English and history

reads for fun and sometimes plays video games with Lo’ak

hates shooting games tho

will not play stuff like COD

for sure had braces and as soon as he got them off, all the girls started flirting with him

he lets them down easy

genuinely enjoys looking after Tûk

Tsireya is absolutely his best friend and they do face masks and listen to kpop together

a pretty good cook, but is better at making simple stuff from babysitting Tûk

got a septum piercing during senior year but doesn’t wear it at home bc Jake would be mad

Neytiri knows

she thinks it’s sick

Jake wants him to join ROTC but it’s the one thing he won’t do

is the only kid who consistently calls Jake sir

kind of looks up to Spider bc Spider is a year ahead of him in school

started dating Ao’nung junior year

Kiri:

she/they pronouns

pansexual(?) or unlabeled

kind of likes kpop bc of Tsireya, but like religiously listens to Sza and Mitski

doesn’t play any sports, but takes some art classes

she draws on her biology notes

takes botanical drawing classes

super good at science, particularly biology

good grades, mostly a’s and b’s

reads sometimes but prefers to hang out on her phone while Neteyam reads

is always in her sibling’s rooms

Lo’ak is always yelling at her to get out of his room

has, like, a million plants, but not a single one of them is dying

kind of a loner at school, but just hangs out with Spider and sometimes her siblings and Tsireya

Tûk used to drive her crazy, but now Kiri gets that Tûk just looks up to her

goes to visit her mom every weekend

has pierced ears but never really wears earrings

she wants a nose piercing so badly that she is considering doing it herself

she says she hates that Lo’ak sometimes calls her his twin

she secretly likes it

it makes her feel included

like she’s not adopted

is extremely aware of the fact that Rotxo likes her but refuses to make the first move

they start dating in junior year

Lo’ak:

he/him pronouns (or maybe he/they)

i feel like he might try out they/them pronouns at one point

bi with preference for women

in my bi Lo’ak era

used to do archery with Neteyam and Neytiri but kind of hated it so he stopped going

started playing basketball in middle school and is like, super good

Jake is always at his games embarrassing him by yelling at the ref

honestly pretty good at school

he just doesn’t like it that much so he doesn’t want to try

for some reason, i see him being really good at math

has mostly b’s because he has to maintain a good average to play sports

plays video games a lot but will always switch from first person shooters to something else if Neteyam wants to play

hangs out with Neteyam all the time bc Neteyam is his role model

he will never admit that Neteyam is his role model

(Neteyam knows. Lo’ak did a project in sixth grade on role models and wrote his whole essay about his older brother. Neteyam found it and keeps it in his desk.)

wants to be like Jake and gets frustrated when Jake can’t see that

they fight a lot, but when Lo’ak gets older they have a heart to heart and their relationship gets better

absolutely adores Tûk

pretends he doesn’t

100% listens to rap music in public but secretly loves kpop, particularly twice

him and Tsireya started dating their freshman year

is always showing up to school with his nails painted bc Tsireya insisted on doing them

wears mascara bc he likes having long eyelashes

Kiri pierced his ears in their bathroom in junior year

Tûk:

she/her

she’s eight so she hasn’t really thought about sexuality related stuff yet

loves her family!

always wants to hang out with Jake and Neytiri bc she thinks the adults are cool

they spoil her to no end

when the parents aren’t around, she bothers Neteyam

loves to tease Kiri about Rotxo

enjoys showing up right when Lo’ak and Tsireya are about to kiss and asks them inane questions

Tsireya thinks it’s cute

Lo’ak yells at her to go away

does swim classes on Saturday mornings and Ao’nung is her swim teacher

that’s actually how Neteyam and Ao’nung formally met

Tûk was instrumental in getting them together

also plays soccer after school three days a week

good at school, but prefers going on field trips bc she likes learning by doing stuff

begs Jake to chaperone her field trips

she is the reason that Jake and Neytiri accept Spider bc she bothered them for days to let him move in with them

genuinely the sweetest most adorable child

has an iPad and enjoys playing subway surfers and those toca boca games

she makes Lo’ak play with her bc she knows he enjoys video games and thinks that it’s a way to get him to hang out with her

(at first Lo’ak didn’t know that that was why she was doing it, but Neteyam told him and now he pretends to complain but loves the toca boca hairstyling game. he downloaded it on his phone.)

has an easy bake oven and ‘cooks’ for Jake

he pretends to eat it but feeds it to the dog

(the dog usually vomits later.)

Spider:

he/him pronouns

straight, but absolutely a very supportive ally

raised by Norm bc his mom and Norm were friends when they were younger

the sullys and Norm were neighbors for Spider’s whole life so he spent a lot of time over there

at first, Jake and Neytiri didn’t like him, but eventually warmed up to him

this was bc of the kids

obviously

moved in with the Sullys when he was 14 bc Norm was moving

pretty good grades, mostly has b’s

does rock climbing and is super good at it

used to go to the climbing gym with Neteyam but now goes by himself

when his dad retired from the military, Quaritch wanted Spider to move in with him

Spider compromised and visits Quaritch every other weekend instead

tries to balance the oldest sibling responsibilities with Neteyam

genuinely cares for the sully kids so much

lets Lo’ak vent to him about Jake

Kiri is always ranting to him about her crystals and plants and stuff and he just loves listening to her

he is a super good listener in general

takes Tûk to soccer bc she practices at an indoor field and it’s at the same place as the climbing gym

plays video games with Lo’ak all the time

was homeschooled until high school

bc of that he’s pretty good at science and technology stuff bc that’s what Norm and Max know the most about

sucks at English and history and gets tutored by Neteyam

so caring and genuine

all he wants in life is to be the best big brother and be accepted into the family

the day that he goes off to college, Neytiri hugs him and tells him that she is thankful he is her son

he cries so hard

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elisysd · 9 months

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Physical - Dua Lipa

Masterlist - Previously - Next Chapter

I don't wanna live another life 'Cause this one's pretty nice

Charles didn’t leave her side, refusing to go celebrate with the team or anyone for what mattered. He couldn’t, wouldn’t leave Lya, alone. Not anymore. And not certainly in a hospital that reminded him one of the worst moment of his life. Lya was sleeping peacefully and the only thing that could be heard was the regular “bip” from the monitoring machine, breaking the silence of the room. She looked so fragile, in her hospital gown and her being so pale. Charles gulped and let a tear fall. He realised he could have lost her. He had already lost so many people in his life; he couldn’t lose her too. It was unfathomable. She was his family, the one he longed to come home to whenever he was away. If something were to happen to her, he couldn’t get over it.

The white walls made him sick. This place made him sick. Too many dark memories were attached to it and seeing Lyanna there, he couldn’t help but think of his father. He shook his head trying to make the images of his dad go away. He was suffocating, as if an invisible hand was strangling him. And then he broke down. All the events of the day came rushing in. His dire need to gasp for air ended up waking up Lyanna who opened her tired eyes and looked straight at him.

“Charles… Oh my God, Charles, talk to me. Baby, please talk to me.”

She was fully awake. She was dying to stand up and take him in her arms to whisper sweet nothings to him but couldn’t because of everything her body was linked to.

“I can’t lose you, Lya. I can’t. It will break me. If the doctors find something…”

“They won’t find anything. I promise you they won’t.”

“You can’t promise. You don’t know that. I already lost Jules and my dad, I refuse to loose you too. You’re the love of my life. You’re the one I want to grow old with. I refuse to give up on that.”

“And we will grow old together. The doctors are just being careful, okay. Please don’t assume the worst.”

“I want to be strong Lyanna. For you. You need me to be strong.”

“I need you to be you. If you feel the need to break down, please let me be the shoulders you cry on. I don’ t need you to be the hero who will save the day. You can be the little lost boy with me. I want to see all your flaws and failures because it makes me love you more. Not less. Never less.”

Charles took his head in his hands and started to sob uncontrollably. Lyanna tried to scoot over to give him a little space that he took promptly. Carefully, he put his head on her chest, listening to her heart beating steadily. His hands reached for her as he tangled his legs between hers. Lyanna ran her hand through Charles's hair, doing her best to calm him down. She could feel his tears wetting her gown and against her will, a tear escaped her eye.

“I’m staying the night here. I’m not leaving you alone.”

“You can’t stay Charles, the nurses won’t be okay with that.”

“Watch me. I was shit scared today.”

“I’m sorry. Really. But you need to rest and prepare for Canada.”

“I’m not going. I’m staying here, making sure you are okay.”

“Don’t be stupid. You are going, you have a championship to win. And I’ll be fine, no more promo for me, no more shooting, plenty of time to rest and take care of me. I was thinking of a spa day with Carla and your mom. I promise you, I’ll be fine.”

“Fine.” he mumbled. “But you are coming with me for the European races and it’s not negotiable.”

She sighed and kissed his forehead. Charles shifted a little and got up delicately, making sure he was not hurting Lyanna in the process. Willy-nilly, he kissed her one last time , promising her to be there first thing tomorrow as she would go through a series of medical tests and he definitely didn’t want her to do this alone. And if he was honest with himself, he needed to personally make sure she was okay.

On his way back, he stopped at him mom. He was exhausted and needed the comfort of his mother arms. And he didn’t want to go back to his place without Lyanna. It was hurting him too much. His mother welcomed him with open arms and made him a cup of tea before he proceeded to explain to her what the doctor had said and shared his worries with her.

“Lya is strong Charles, I’m sure she’ll be okay.”

“I hope mom. Because if she isn’t…”

“Shut up. I only want positive thoughts, okay. For Lyanna.”

“I’m so scared mom, I’m just so, so scared.”

“I know, Charlie. I know.”

“It’s been years since you called me that way.”

“It’s been years since I’ve seen you this lost and sad.”

He ended up spending the night in his childhood bedroom and as promised as soon as visiting hours were up, he was in Lyanna’s room with a little bag full of pastries he managed to sneak in without the nurses noticing. Lyanna was already feeling a little bit better, she was not as pale as the day before even if she was still tired. She thanked Charles for the breakfast, complaining about how a glass of orange juice and a tea was simply not enough for her. They chatted for an hour or so before the nurse arrived to prepare her for the biopsy. Lyanna could see Charles gulped and offered him a reassuring smile.

“When will we know if she is okay?” he asked.

“It depends… I’d say, in a week or so but between us the doctor doesn’t suspect anything with her, it’s just a precaution. She is okay and will probably be discharged tomorrow or the day after.”

Charles nodded, feeling a little bit better. But he knew he would feel totally fine once they would have the results and Lyanna would be cleared completely.

And indeed, two days later, Lyanna was back home with a ton of medicines to take but she was better. She felt a little less tired and at least she could walk on her own. The following days, true to his words, Charles was not leaving her side to the point that it started to get on her nerves. That’s why one morning as Charles was packing for Canada, she called Carla to ask if she would like to go shopping with her. She needed to get out of the house and away for Charles and his constant needs to make sure she was okay. He treated her like a fragile thing unable to do anything. If she was listening to him she would have to stay in their bed all day, every day, and she just couldn’t and didn’t want to. That’s what she explained to Charles when expressed his concerns to her.

“I’m suffocating Charles. I love you, I’m so grateful that you have been there for me, you helped me so much but I need to breathe. And to be away from you a little bit, okay.”

“But if something happen to you….”

“Carla will be here. And if it makes you feel better, I text you when I find her and when I’m coming home, okay? But I really need to get out of here and you need to pack.”

“Fine…”

As soon as she found Carla at the shopping centre, Lyanna started to tell her all about how Charles was acting like she was made on paper.

“I love him, I truly do but he was such a pain in the ass. You know, I’m kind of glad he leaves tomorrow because that means that I’ll finally get some time for me. Does that make me selfish? Am I a bad girlfriend?”

“No you’re not, you’re human. But Charles was so scared. We all were. But Charles, it was on another level.”

“I know. Believe me I know, I feel bad enough… That’s why I needed to get out of the house and what’s better than a shopping therapy between girls to forget all about boys problems?”

“100% agree! Any ideas in mind?”

“Since I’ll be coming with him for the European races, I was thinking of finding new outfits especially for that. And we will be going to Wimbledon together so I definitely need to find something cute and dressy and chic for the occasion.”

“I like how you think, Lya.”

She came back late at night and as soon as she opened the door Charles rushed to her to check if she was okay.

“Charles! I’m good! You, on the other hand, need to sleep because you leave early tomorrow.”

“I know but I wanted to wait for you. Did you eat properly? Did you drink enough water? I can prepare you something really quick,if you need…”

“That’s a big no, you stay away from the stove. And I’m fine! I’m just tired.”

“I can give you an extra pillow if you want, so you get more comfortable and…”

“No Charles! I’m tired of you!” she exclaimed stopping Charles in his track.

There was a pause during which Charles looked at her, shocked.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to say it like this…”

“But you mean it.” he added with a sad look on his face.

“I… it’s just… How can I explain without looking like an ungrateful bitch? You’ve been amazing with me. Patient and thoughtful and all. But sometimes, you are too much. I get it, Charles. I know you’ve been scared but the truth is, I’m fine. You are not losing me; you’ll never lose me okay. You need to let your fears aside, I’m not going anywhere.” she explained as she sat down on the sofa taking his hands in hers and forcing him to sit next to her. “Here’s what we will do, I promise you to tell you whenever I feel even slightly sick okay?”

He nodded and put one arm around her shoulders and pulled her against him.

“I know I’ve been a little overprotective. I’m sorry. You’re right, I’m just scared but it stresses me out to still have to wait for your biopsy results and knowing that I probably won’t be there when you’ll get them… I don’t like it.” he confessed.

“What about this, I call you as soon as I receive them and then we can open them together.”

“I think it would make me feel better.”

“Then, it’s settled.”

She got her results the Thursday before the Canadian Grand Prix. As soon as she received the envelope from her doctor, she texted Charles who told her he would call her right after the press conference. When she received his call, he was in a corner near what seemed to be the public toilets.

“So, tell me.” He hurried her.

Slowly she opened the envelope and carefully read the letter.

“It’s negative, Charles.”

“Negative as in you are all good, no trace of cancer or anything?”

“No trace of cancer. I’m all good.”

“Thank God. I could cry.”

She laughed at his reaction. Truth is, she was relieved as well and as much as him.

“Stop it! We are acting dramatic over stupid medical exams, imagine when I’ll tell you that I’m expecting our first child.” she blurted out before gasping.

There was a long silence, a little awkward. They never had that talk, or at least it never had been serious. Of course they both wanted to spend their life together and Lyanna guessed that at some point it could mean having children, but nothing was planned. She didn’t know when she would be ready or if she would be one day. And Charles was focused on his career. There was no way, a child could fit in their life today.

“Yeah… but you’re not, right? Pregnant I mean.”

“No. No I’m not, I’m sorry I don’t know why I’ve said that.”

“No, don’t be. Uhm… I’ve got to go. I call you later, okay?”

It’s a Charles distraught that bumped into Pierre who was on his way back to the Alpine’s hospitality to get a coffee.

“Hey mate, you good?”

“I just had the weirdest conversation with Lya. She is good by the way, no cancer.”

“You must be relieved. It’s a good news. So, what happened?”

“She mentioned us having kids. It was totally out of nowhere and I wasn’t prepared. I might have told her that I had somewhere to go when in fact it’s just that I feel weird.”

“You want kids, though.”

“Yes, I do. And sooner rather than later.”

“Okay, perfect. And with her, right?”

“Of course with her!”

“So, where is the problem? I’m not following or maybe I missed something.”

“I don’t know where the problem is, Pierre! I don’t even know if there is a problem! That’s the problem!”

“Okay… stop freaking out. Get a grip, Charles.”

“I’m not freaking out! Or maybe a little. I don’t know. Do you think I’ll be a great dad?”

“You are amazing with kids, I’ve sen you around my nephews and nieces they love you.”

“But there is a difference between being good with your kids and being good with other people kids. What if my kid resents me because of my job? What if despite trying my best I fail them? What if I’m not making them proud. I want to be the superhero kind of dad, the one they brag about, you know. Not the one they are ashamed of.”

“Charles, you are overthinking it. And I think you have all the answers you need. The fact that you are asking these types of questions just show that you’ll be just good.”

“I don’t want to be just good. I want to be the best dad ever to them.”

From the other side of the Atlantic, Lyanna was freaking out as well, on the phone with her best friend.

“I’m stupid. I’m so stupid. Why did I ever mention kids? Like, I don’t even know where it comes from!”

“It comes from the fact that you have a boyfriend that you love very much and that is not just a random guy in your life, he is the one with who you want to spend your life with. It’s called growing up Lyanna.”

“When did you ever get that wise?”

“It seems like I grew up as well. No but seriously, it will be fine. Talk to him, face to face, I don’t think it’s a conversation to be held over the phone. I’m sure the poor guy is panicking as well.”

“Thank you for listening to my rambling.”

“I love you, you’re my best friend. My annoyingly cute best friend, almost my sister.”

“Shut up you’re going to make me cry!”

“Hormonal much, sweetie?” Emilie joked.

“I hate you!”

When they spoke on the phone later that day, both Lyanna and Charles were careful to avoid any mention of the previous conversation, even though both knew it was on their minds.

Charles scored another podium finish in Canada by taking P3, despite starting from P2, a result of wet weather oscillating between sun and rain and poor tyre management. He was happy to leave Canada, even though it was a track he loved, to finally be able to return to Europe and reunite with Lyanna. Charles didn’t really have the opportunity to enjoy is little time off as it was already time to prepare for Barcelona.

Him and Carlos, especially Carlos, were welcomed warmly by the crowd there, as Lyanna was staying a little on the side, letting Charles talk to his fans and enjoy the moment. She let him do his thing as she started to wander around the paddock, enjoying the sun on her face and the calm before the big rush of the Sunday. She was about to sit outside the Ferrari hospitality with a coffee and a good book when she heard two young girls squealed at her sight.

“Oh my God, oh my God, Lyanna! We are such big fans!”

Lyanna looked in their directions and waved at them. The two girls were wearing Ferrari merch and signed caps with the number 16 on them, making Lyanna smiled.

“Can you sign our caps as well. We already managed to have Charles autographs but we would love to have yours.”

“Yeah, sure. Do you have a sharpie or something? I was not expecting that to happen so I didn’t really come prepare.”

“Well, we did! We love you and Charles together, you are so cute and couple goals together.”

“Thank you! And we’re not goals, believe me. We are a normal couple with their own problems and disagreements sometimes.” she laughed as she was putting her signature next to Charles’.”

“And we are so excited for Flowers and Crown! Ferrari as well! Is Charles doing a cameo in it? There were some rumours online about it.”

“Well, at the risk of disappointing, no Charles in the movie. Between us, I think he is a terrible actor.” she confessed with a wink to the girls.

They chatted for a little while before the two girls leave to roam around the paddock, not without giving to Lyanna a big scrapbook for Charles that they didn’t have the time to give to him.

The weekend ended up with a double podium for Ferrari Charles getting P2 and saw Carlos’ win in his home race. It was a pretty emotional weekend for everyone but there was no time for them to recover as Austria was next.

Charles was pretty confident with the weekend and it was particularly relaxed that they entered the paddock ahead of qualifying. On their way to the hospitality they were both stopped by a journalist who wanted to get a few reactions from Charles.

“So Charles how do you feel about qualifying? And the weekend overall?”

“Pretty good, to be honest. We have the car and the performance and it’s a track where I always had good results. And I have my own personal lucky charm with me, so I’m not worried.”

Lyanna blushed and looked at him weirdly. It was the first time Charles was this open and public with their relationship. The journalist then looked at her.

“What it is like Lyanna, for you, to be there? How important it is?”

“It’s definitely an experience that I’ve never thought I would live that’s for sure. But there is something particularly impressive to watch Charles on track. I’m really proud of him.”

The journalist didn’t take up much more of their time and they both continue to walk to the garage.

“I’d almost said that watching you doing your job was particularly sexy. Thank God I stopped in time or the media team would have had damage control to do” she laughed.

“Sexy, uhm?” he whispered in her ear, her hand in his.

“Very sexy. This red racing suit does inexplicable things to my body.”

“I have a few minutes to spare, care to show me what it does to you?”

Charles ended up on pole right in front of Max. The Dutchman was the first one to congratulate him after the session as they were both headed out of the paddock. As Max started to talk to Charles and explained exactly what he thought went wrong in his performance and how he thought Charles was at the top of his form, Lyanna approached Kathryn, Max’s new girlfriend, after his split with Kelly a few months ago.

“Hey, I don’t think we’ve ever met, I’m Lyanna, Charles’s girlfriend.”

“Nice to meet you. It’s my first Grand Prix, I didn’t know what to expect… it feels a little bit overwhelming.”

“I know what you feel. It’s not easy to manage with two men who attract a lot of attention. But if you ever need a friend here, I’ll be happy to be your. I know a few people as well that would be glad to meet you.”

“Thank you Lyanna. It means a lot.”

And then, it was finally time for Silverstone. Charles had never been the luckiest there but he was feeling on a roll, accumulating podiums and wins and beginning to slightly distance Max in the championship even though he had to be careful since Red Bull first driver was not that far, a mistake from Charles’ end he could easily make a come back. But the stars seemed to be aligned for once for Charles and he finished the race first. He was on roll and Lyanna could see that it was slowly getting to his head and he was cockier than usual, something Lyanna didn’t like very much.

Since Silverstone was once again the same week than Wimbledon, Charles and Pierre were invited and brought Kika and Lyanna along. Lyanna loved tennis, a sport she practised when she was younger and it was the first time that she was attending a game. It was the semi-final Alcaraz-Medvedev, two players that Lyanna loved. She loved and enjoyed every second of it, stressing out for the players, gasping and burying her head into Charles shoulder during moments of tension. She knew that pictures would circulate but she didn’t care, she was comfortable enough in her relationship to not be bothered about what people would think.

After the game, Pierre asked if anyone would be tempted to play to which Lyanna agreed happily. First they decided to make Lyanna play against Charles and Kika against Pierre. Charles was pretty confident he would win and what a surprise it was when she crunched him, winning by far.

“It’s not fair! I had the sun in my eyes and couldn’t see the ball.”

“You are a sore loser. Admit it, I played well.”

“You made me run from one side of the court to the other all the time! I’ve played nice with you.”

“I’ve never asked for you to do that! Finally a sport that I’m better than you! I’m not going to let you live it down!”

“Are you guys up to play double? Let’s say Lya and I against you and Kika.” Charles turned to Pierre who was laughing at something Kika had said.

This time Charles won and it made him really happy.

“I had the best partner to win!” he bragged putting one loose arm around Lya’s shoulders.

“So now, I’m a good player and it was not only luck? Interesting.”

The group continued to laugh together as they later decided to roam around the streets in London, enjoying Lyanna’s comments as she was showing them her favourite places. They spent a few days in the English capital enjoying the little break before Hungary where Ferrari was bringing a huge upgrade package. Unfortunately it didn’t work as well as expected. despite a start P3, Charles had to DNF rather quicky in the race due to a mechanical problem with the engine. It was a frustrated Charles that Lyanna met in is driver’s room.

“Charles, it’s okay. It can happen…”

“It’s not okay, Lyanna! I was fine, I was ahead of Max in the championship, I didn’t have to worry about anything, just to secure a top 5 to get a little bit more of a comfortable advance. But this fucking DNF is making me do a huge step backward! The upgrades were supposed to give us more pace and regularity! Not the other way around!”

“I know that I can’t understand what you feel but…”

“No, you can’t! You don’t know what it is like and you’ll never know! You are just there, looking pretty and cheering me on but you’re not useful in that type of situation, Lyanna.”

“Okay, now you’re mean.”

“I’m not mean! I’m just stating the truth and if you can’t handle it then you are free to go. I don’t need your pity, I don’t need you to try to comfort me when we both know that you know nothing about motorsport and you know nothing about why is it so important for me to win and to win with Ferrari. I can’t offer any mistake, the team either.” he angrily said while throwing his cap towards the door, where Lyanna was standing.

She flinched but did not move. Charles needed to get rid of his frustration and if it had to be on her, then so be it. She knew he didn’t mean anything he said. She preferred seeing him like that all worked up than seeing him keep things to himself and pretend everything was fine.

“Mistakes happen, and you are great enough to bounce back. You did it in the past, you will again.”

“I need to feel that the team is 100% focus and behind me. I can’t DNF for an issue that could have been seen prior and already fixed.”

He sat down the couch and took his head in his hands, sighing. Lyanna didn’t move, letting him process his thoughts on his own.

“I’m sorry, Lya.” he said after a moment. “I didn’t want to snap at you like that, you are not responsible.”

“It’s okay. Sure it was not pleasant but I know you by now. You didn’t mean it.” she sat down beside him putting her hand on his back and tracing small circles. She could feel him relax a bit. “I’m proud of you, no matter what, even if I don’t always understand everything I can see all the hard work and all the love you put in the team. It will pay off. I’m sure of it.”

“I've always thought that I was good at handling the pressure. But there is so much at stake.”

Lyanna could see him slowly breaking down as he was explaining to her all the reasons why he felt insecure about the championship.

“Of course, there is the outside pressure with the media, the fans and all… Of course I want to win for you, for my family and for everyone that believed in me at some point in my life. But, I think… I should I phrase that? I feel guilty and it’s eating me whole.”

She listened to him in silence, letting him process his thoughts and phrase them the way he wanted.

“I’ve never told you that but one of the last things I told my dad before he passed away was that I had secured a seat in F1. It was a lie. I lied to my dad on his death bed, Lya. What kind of son does it makes me? My mom was so mad at me. But my dad… he was so happy. So, so happy. Bu there is a part of me that feels guilty ever since. As if I had betrayed him somehow. It’s stupid I know, especially considering that I did end up in F1 and I’m here in Ferrari and I know that from wherever he is, he is proud. But I think, in order to feel completely in peace with myself, I need to win. It’s more that just a title and a pretty trophy for me, Lya. It’s about making things right.”

“Oh, Charles… come here” she said as she was seeing a tear rolling down his cheek. “It’s not stupid. But you have to let go of the guilt and the pain and remember why you race in the first place, why it makes you so happy. Why are you putting you through all of this, Charles? You don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to but I just want you to think about it. I want you to step in the car happy and not guilty because you feel embodied by some sort of sacred mission. The trophy will be yours and yours only, not anyone else’s and certainly not ghosts’. You have to move forward and not let the past guide you. There are so many amazing things waiting for you.” “I know. You’re one of them. Thank you, I needed to hear that.”

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Dua Lipa x Training Season (Promo)

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P&C | Ch. 11: Tell Me To Stop

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The hunt has been going on for what feels like hours and yet no one has found the final item yet. Sohee was eliminated by Tae who quite literally spawned out of nowhere and ripped her tag from the back. Jimin was eliminated by Jiah, as the two of them were caught mingling by the lake house. Leaning in for a kiss, he was dumbfounded by Jiah’s quick snatch of his tag, letting out a loud gasp.

“I’m sorry baby, but I want that jacuzzi,” she exclaims, giving Jimin’s pouty lips a quick peck before running in the opposite direction. With that, four players remained in the game. Jungkook, Tae, Jiah, and I.

Paranoid by every little sound, I analyzed my surroundings like a hawk. While I might not possess the stamina needed for these types of activities, I am very competitive, so it kind of balances out. I am determined to win this for the girls, so I secure the tag in my shorts and run to the nearest hideout spot. Rummaging through the bags of what appeared to be gardening tools I come to a sudden halt, hiding behind a bush, as I watch Jungkook slowly run past. Eyeing the tag sticking out of his jean pocket, I shake off the nervous jitters before quietly running behind him.

“What the …” he lets out a growl, grabbing the back of my knees as I jump on his back. Losing his balance, we both tumble on the ground, his hand holding the back of my head to protect it from the impact. Getting his grip off of me I roll over on top, pinning his hands on either side of his face which is now grinning back at my concentrated look.

“Didn’t take you for a top,” he chuckles, gaze lowered on my lips as I roll my eyes. A soft groan escapes his mouth with each move I make, our bodies fitting perfectly with one another. I can’t help but giggle at his vulnerable state, but focus my attention back on the tag that is now buried under his body. I lean closer to extend my reach as Jungkook follows my lips with no desire to fight back. He is making this too easy, but before I can finally grab the tag a loud horn sound blasts through the speakers.

“Tae has acquired the last item. Boys team win!” I hear Jimin’s voice announce the news, as I let go of Jungkook’s hands leaning my head back. Not realizing that I was still sitting on his lap I quickly got up and brushed the grass off of my knees.

“Don’t be sad Peaches, you can visit anytime,” he whispers into my ear, picking pieces of grass out of my hair before caressing the side of my face with the back of his hand. Rolling my eyes I fold my arms looking back at him with a pout as we make our way back to the main hall. Everyone looks completely drained, bodies sprawled on the couch like a display at the museum.

“I’m gonna take a quick shower,” I let Jiah know, before carrying some of my bags to our room. Walking up the stairs I can feel my muscles ache, so a hot bath is much needed. Laying out some fresh pyjamas on the bed I grab my toiletries and lock the bathroom door. Blasting some Dua Lipa, I try to relax.

Wiping the foggy mirror I gasp at the reflection staring back at me. Mascara running down my face I look like an understudy in The Grudge. Shaking my head, I open the tap and begin doing my nightly skincare routine.

After moisturizing my body I change into a new pair of underwear before reaching for my bra which to my unfortunate surprise was nowhere to be found.

“Shit,” I whisper, before wrapping myself in a robe and exiting the bathroom. Rummaging through my suitcase I let out a soft sigh realising that my undergarments were packed in another bag. Slowly opening the front door I peek through, checking that no one is there. Running to the next room I scan the surroundings for my bag which again was not there. Shoot.

Holding my breath, I ran past the main staircase leading down to the living room before heading straight to the next house. Praying that no one saw me as I stumbled into the first room, I once again scan the surroundings, this time spotting my bag.

“Finally,” I exclaim, gently closing the door behind me before tiptoeing towards the closet where the bag was lying. Checking the pockets to confirm that it indeed belonged to me, my body freezes as I hear the doorknob turn. Peeking through my hands, I can see Jungkook letting out a long sigh as he places his phone on the nightstand and begins undressing.

“YAH!” I yell, as his head turns towards the closet before pulling the white shirt over, his toned abs on full display now. Walking closer, he grins letting out a soft chuckle, gaze lowered on my exposed legs.

“What are you doing here?” I snap at him, trying to cover up with my bag.

“You seem to always blame me for being in my room,” he chuckles, leaning on the doorframe before taking another step closer. Letting out a soft gasp I try to back away before meeting the wall, our lips inches away. I can feel my breathing halt, as Jungkook raises my chin with his thumb and index finger, enjoying my flustered state.

“You pulled quite a stunt back there,” he whispers into my ear, pecking it softly as I grab his forearm. That is until both of my arms are pinned back by one of his hands, as the other grabs my waist, bringing our bodies closer together. I let out a soft gasp before looking up at his hooded eyes.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispers in a voice raspier than usual. As much as I regret this, my body has lost all contact with my brain. I can feel my knees buckle from the nerves as my body dips down before being caught back up by Jungkook’s firm hold which places me on one of the shelves. Without any suggestions, my legs naturally spread creating a perfect space for his body which he gladly occupies.

Falling into the tension between us, Jungkook buries his face into the exposed slit of my chest under the robe, leaving soft kisses. Running my hands through his dishevelled hair, soft moans fill the closet echo.

“Jungkook,” I whisper as our breaths sync. Looking up, his eyes sparkle under the dim lights as my chest heaves up before he leans into a kiss. It was deep, sensual, even needy. Our lips melted into one another, the concept feeling anything but foreign. I can feel his hand caressing my exposed thigh before going up the robe, that is until our bodies halt upon hearing the doorknob turn again.

“Fuck,” Jungkook exclaims under his breath, pulling my body down on the ground as I fix my robe. Pecking my lips one last time, he closes the closet door, making his way towards the edge of the bed before seeing Jimin’s head peak in.

“Jungkookie, have you already showered?” he asks softly, checking out Jungkook's exposed torso.

“No, not yet, I was about to,” Jungkook replies, grabbing a towel out of his bag.

“Oh okay, we just can’t find Mira. Have you seen her?” Jimin explains, nervously biting his lip. I can’t help but let out a gasp thinking about how Jiah must have been looking for me this whole time. Stumbling over my bag I catch myself on one of the shelves, covering my mouth as I whimper in pain. Turning their heads towards the closet upon hearing the noise, Jungkook quickly throws the towel over his shoulder before making his way to the bathroom.

“No, I haven’t, maybe she went outside? Let me just quickly rinse myself and I’ll help y'all look for her” he suggests, signalling Jimin to leave, which he does with a very confused face. Locking the door Jungkook walks back to the closet where I’ve now made myself comfortable.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, lowering my gaze as I lean my body on the doorframe. He lets out a soft chuckle before pulling me in by the waist. Leaving soft kisses on my neck and collarbone, he simply can’t get enough of my scent.

“Jungkook, I better go,” I say, bringing his face up to mine. His gaze lowered to my lips as he brushes them with his thumb before sending me off with one last kiss.

“Bye Peaches” he whispers into my ear.

Locking the door behind me, I fall to my knees realizing what just happened.

“Mira, what the actual fuck?” I whisper to myself, burying my face in my palms. Did I enjoy kissing Jungkook? Yes. Do I regret stepping over the boundaries? We shall see.

Finally making my way down to the living room I'm greeted by four pairs of shocked eyes as Jungkook is busy igniting the wood for the fireplace.

“Miraya did you fall down the toilet or something?” Tae exclaims with raised eyebrows, coming in closer for a tight hug. Before I can even reply, the air from my lungs is quite literally knocked out of me as his grip on my body tightens. From the corner of my eyes, I can see Jungkook become restless before finally deciding to unglue Tae from me. That is until Jiah and Sohee run in for an even tighter group hug. At this point, I'm about a minute away from passing out, but I can't help but feel warm inside from their worries and care.

Preparing the dining table everyone finds something to do. Tae and Sohee cut up some fruits while Jimin helps Jiah with the turkey, pouring fresh gravy on top and finishing it off with some parsley. Making my way to the kitchen pantry I search for another teapot which was placed on the top shelf, right beside the toaster. Standing on my tippy-toes I balance myself on the countertop before extending my arm as far as humanly possible, letting out a soft whimper.

“Let me get that for you,” I hear a familiar voice behind me before a tattooed arm reaches over my head. Turning around I'm inches away from Jungkook's silver chains hanging just below his defined collarbone. Lowering his gaze on me, I can feel my heartbeat in my throat. Trying to inch away from his hold with a soft smile, a soft thank you escapes underneath my breath. However, my attempt at an escape is short-lived as I’m suddenly pulled back into the carved-out space between Jungkook and the wall.

“Stay for a moment longer,” he whispers, caressing my cheek with the back of his hand. There are just inches in between us as the tension pierces through like a blade. From the way our breaths shorten, it’s clear that both parties want the other to give in badly. Looking up at his darkened orbs, I can feel his grip on my waist tighten, pulling me closer into his heated embrace. Hands gliding down from his soft hair, I lean in closer, leaving soft kisses on his exposed neck which was burning.

“Miraya …” a soft moan escapes Jungkook’s parted lips, lifting me higher, my legs now wrapped around his toned torso. Tightening his grip on my thigh, he uses his free hand to take the pink cardigan off of me. With each button, his lips inch closer to the exposed skin, until I’m left in nothing but a black bra. Playing with his lip rings, Jungkook takes a moment to appreciate the view in the dim light, before finally placing needy kisses on my collarbone. Interrupted by the lacy material he tries to pull it down with his teeth, careful to expose only the top of my breasts.

“Jungkook …” I whisper into his ear, before feeling his soft lips on my chest.

“You’re so soft,” he moans, sucking on my hot flesh, leaving shameless marks all over my breast before raising his gaze, eyes meeting mine.

“I want you to give in,”

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Margot Robbie and Dua Lipa – Chanel Official MET Gala Photo Shoot May 2023

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oi gente, tô com preguiça de escrever e eu tava aqui sem fazer nada quando eu lembrei de gravity do exo, e a exol em mim gritou e agora eu vou fazer um top 10 das minhas músicas favs deles 😍

"toc, toc, toc. três batidinhas na porta, e aí quem tá do lado de dentro pergunta, quem é... e a resposta é: é o exo vindo atormentar minha cabeça de novo."

10. wolf:

definição de "cause it's iconic, and i love to do iconic shit." sério, quem mais tem uma letra assim

(divos que previram o meme do lobisomem pidão)

9. sweet lies:

essa arrepia até os pelos do cu slk, não tem como escutar uma vez só, tem que ser pelo menos duas vezes seguidas, e a parte do kyungsoo me enloquece completamente, viro o coringa de verdade.

8. el dorado:

essa é incrível, deveria estar em algum filme pq não é possível que essa música é apenas uma b-side (e o jeitinho que eles falam el doradoooooo)

7. eletric kiss:

essa me deixa fluente em japonês rapidinho, e eu sou viciada no dance practice dessa música.

6. thunder:

veja eles cantando essa no youtube e você vai entender.

5. lotto:

só tenho uma coisa a dizer "lipstick chateau 와인빛 color, 하얀 champagne 버블에 shower" ‼️‼️‼️

4. call me baby:

eles tinham um sonho, uma garagem e um galpão, carros alugados e um merchandise no começo do mv e fizeram história.

3. tempo:

ESSA AQUI É INSANA, tudo sobre essa era é bom (menos as lentes do chanyeol e a falta do yixing), mas porra, essa foi a música que me pegou muito e eu resolvi entrar no fandom. toda vez que toca eu me arrepio, canto que nem uma maluca, fico toda descabelada, toda arregaçada. te amo exo com a skin motoqueiros motopapis.

2. forever:

se mama não existisse ela seria a primeira, a intro com o jongdae me dá vontade de viver mil anos só pra escutar ela todo dia por mil anos!!!!!! "YOU COULD BE MY ONLY STAR, YOU COULD BE THE MOONLIGHT" e o fato do chanyeol ter uma linha que fala "yo nice skirt" já top tier. amo muito forever underrated.

1. mama:

"CARELESS CARELESS SHOOT ANONYMOUS ANONYMOUS HEARTLESS MINDLESS NO ONE CARES ABOUT MEEE" eu queria que tivesse uma forma de escutar essa música pela primeira vez de novo. a música sendo uma crítica, o mv com efeitos duvidosos, a história do começo, a vibe de culto, everything screams perfection!!!

menções honrosas: growl, overdose, baby don't cry, love me right, damage, sign, oasis, gravity, white noise, lady luck, can't bring me down, ooh la la la, exodus, two moons, groove, unfair, diamond e going crazy.

enfim, é isso o que eu tenho pra compartilhar com vocês hoje

#eu me diverti muito fazendo esse post sério #exo divonicos faraonicos babilonicos e todos outros onicos aí #pensamentos da dudinha 💭

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a sunday kind of love | harry lewis

summary: y/n and harry's wholesome sunday together face claim: dua lipa

a/n: feel free to request anything harry lewis related!!! thinking about writing a longer fic instead of instagram au's soon so any ideas would be much appreciated <33

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w2sfan24 omg mother feeding us this sunday morning liked by y/n_username ♥️

anesongib looking good bogger

chrismd10 smash

behzingagram oh harry 🥵

ynw2slover this picture screams post shag

sidemenfan1 i'm so down bad for this man

arthurtv the man’s a greek god

tobjizzle harry is so clear

calfreezy lazy arse is always in bed

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taliamar such cuties

freyanightingale wholesome babes

ksi how many plants do you two need ↳ y/n_username always room for more jj

calfreezy that jumper is outrageous bog liked by y/n_username ♥️

callux rate the jumper bog

w2sfan3 love these two together

sidemenlover5 bet they're watching the new sidemen sunday ↳ y/n_username of course

w2slover the cutest couple to exist

sidemenw2s mum and dad 🥲

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faithlouiseak adorable 💘

w2sfan y/n giving us harry pics on the daily i love her

ynlover coffee looks so good

w2synfanpage our parents looking so cute

calfreezy any further and bog would be swimming in the thames ↳ y/n_username i should of pushed him in

sideman2 i'd sell my soul if it meant spending a sunday with these two 😭

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For Y/N and Harry, Sundays were sacred - a precious day of peace amidst the chaos of their busy lives. It was the one day of the week they cherished above all else, a day in which Harry had no sidemen shoots and Y/N wasn't stuck halfway across London in a studio working late nights recording songs.

Each Sunday morning, as the sun peeked through their shutter blinds, Y/N and Harry would wake up with a sense of anticipation and excitement. The pair would brew a pot of fragrant coffee (with some independent coffee beans that Harry had picked up on his travels), the rich aroma filling their cozy kitchen as Y/N started cooking up Harry's favourite breakfast, a full English.

With their cups of coffee in hand, they would retreat to their sunlit living room, adorned with plush sofas and soft blankets, and settle in for a day of relaxation. Cuddled up together on the sofa, their legs entwined, as they indulged in some of their favourite pastimes - watching random Youtube videos they had saved to their watch later or scrolling through Tiktok, showing each other silly videos that they knew the other would find hilarious.

As the morning turned to afternoon, Harry and Y/N would muster up the energy to venture outdoors for a leisurely stroll through quiet London streets, hand in hand, breathing in the crisp air. They would visit their favourite spots - Y/N dragging Harry into overpriced clothing boutiques, him following behind, arms crossed, pretending he didn't enjoy seeing her get excited over a questionable-looking pair of shoes. Not long after, Y/N would grow tired of shopping, squeezing Harry's arm to get his attention, ''I'm hungry again, '' she’d say, to which he'd roll his eyes but would rush to fish his phone out of his pocket to find a quaint cafe on Google Maps that she could have a pastry in.

Upon returning home, they would make a simple lunch together - a spread of sandwiches, salads and soup - which they would enjoy in the comfort of their small balcony attached to their flat. Even though it was small, Y/N had decorated it with some garden furniture, fairy lights and a few plants, transforming it into an oasis of greenery and comfort. Harry hated to admit it but she had a better eye for decorating than he did.

As the sun began to set and the sky turned shades of pink and orange, they would go back inside to cozy up on their sofa, covering one another with blankets. A warm glow on their faces as they shared stories of dreams they had the night before, their voices becoming hushed in the quiet of the evening.

When the series they were watching came to an end and stars emerged in the night sky outside, Harry and Y/N would retire to their bedroom, hearts full and bodies weary from a day spent in each other's company. The pair would fall asleep wrapped in each other's arms, grateful for the precious gift of Sundays - a day to relax and revel in the love they shared.

Ready to do it all again next week.

hollytoshaw : i'm obsessed with making these so hopefully you all enjoy them because i really enjoy making them <333

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