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twobluejeans · 9 months

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HEARTBREAK ON TOUR!

charles leclerc x famous!reader

summary: in which the lavender haze has been lifted. or in which america’s it couple splits.

part 6: reckless, part 5: relevancy, part 4: emo ponytail girl, part 3: dupeee, part 2:wtf does ET know?, part 1: don’t start

faceclaim: madison beer

ally’s radio 📻: PART 6! #juticefory/n . shoutout to the anon who inspired this chapter, u helped sm and gave me further ideas💌. a lot of tswift references 🫶

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f1updates carlos recently in an interview in which y/n and charles got brought up

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sainzpodium this is why carlos is the better ferrari driver

lewishsystem “loyal and trust are crucial in any relationship” wym by that 🤨

hereforicciardo the way carlos didn’t even interact with charles today in the paddock before and after the race

lewisfever lewisystem “it’s hard to ignore certain actions and how they reflect on a person’s character” the way he’s confirming the rumors bro 😭

russeliclassy lewisfever what rumors?

lewisfever russeliclassy charles cheated

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yourinstagram surprise. i know u guys are already getting 2 new songs from me with the new midnight deluxe edition on the 17th, but i still have a lot to say. meet me at midnight on chapter 1 for a story that turned out to be pretty…reckless.

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billieeilish already crying

dojacatstreetsera the devil works hard, but y/n l/n world harder

landonorris song’s mid (i’ve listened to it 3 times so far and have sobbed uncontrollably🥲)

yourinstagram landonorris weak (i broke down mid-recording session)

barbiey/n no i cant i’m not ready

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INSTAGRAM, july 15 (midnight)

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yourinstagram thank you dearly to everyone who helped bring this video and this wild idea of mine to life... petracollins i truly could never have done this without you & to the rest of the amazing crew who worked 3 very long days & then a very long week... thank you, from the bottom of my heart. i also want to thank lando, who photographed these amazing photos awhile back when we were in manchester. landonorris i love u. reckless, both single & mv, out now everywhere 🤍 🏹

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beyonce So beautiful ❤️

aliensuperstary/n beyoncé ADAM SANDLER?? WHAT R U DOING HERE😭

tchalamet proud of you ma chérie

yourinstagram tchalamet hi thank you i love u i miss u

onlychalamet tchalamet yourinstagram i love their friendship sm

salmahayek nunca dejas de sorprenderme. Estoy tan orgullosa de ti y tan feliz y emocionada de verte prevalecer a través de todo🫶🫶🩷🩷

see translation? salmahayek: You never cease to amaze me. I am so proud of you and so happy and excited to see you prevail through it all.

yourinstagram salmahayek muchas gracias tus palabras siempre significan el mundo para mí. te amo y te extraño mucho. ¡No puedo esperar a verte a ti y a Valentina pronto!

see translation? yourinstagram: thank u so much. your words always mean the world to me. i love you and miss you dearly. cant wait to see you and valentina soon!

90sbabyy/n salmahayek yourinstagram why am i just finding out salma is y/n’s godmother? hello what

bellahadid i love. so happy to see u turned ur pain n hurt into something so beautiful ... only heard some of it and already know it's so special. ok. enough of that. i feel like i've typed more than i needed to. love u! proud of u!

yourinstagram bellahadid u bitch why would u type this? now i'm crying in the middle of a re-run of narcos

danielricciardo yourinstagram you said u we’re gonna wait till i got to italy to watch it with me…

yourinstagram danielriccicardo ….oops?

landonorris danielricciardo you see me personally, i wouldn’t let that slide 🤷

danielricciardo yourinstagram #fake #donthmu #streaks #realonesknow

classynorris y/n and lando teaching daniel gen z slang gotta be the funniest thing ever

landonorris classynorris i actually regret it so bad

yourinstagram classynorris biggest mistake ever. he won’t stop saying bombastic side eye. free us

danielricciardo landonorris yourinstagram L + ratio + bozo

TWITTER, july 15

INSTAGRAM STORIES , july 15

yourinstagram 7h

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ally’s radio 📻: yeah 😌. people in the instagram story views + the song itself might be a little sneak peak of the next chapter.

taglist 🦢🪩: @incoherenciass@dakotali@405rry@topaz125@sassyheroneckgiant@hevburn@itsmytimetoodream@ivegotparticulartaste@crowdedimagines @asterianax @haydee5010@scenesofobx@christinabae@magical-spit@dessxoxsworld@myareadsbooks@honethatty12@hopefulinlove@diasnohibng@gentlemonsterjennie1@hummusxx@eugene-emt-roe@taestrwbrry @perjarma @cxcewg@chimchimjiminie16@glow-ish@allywthsr @millyswife @mrsmaybank13 @black-swan-blog27 @stargaryenx @lilsiz @ohthemisssery @leclerclvr @slytherinjimin3nthusiast @shessthunderstoms @cool-ultra-nerd @ncentic @playboykenz @canvashearts @tinyhrry @xeliaaaa @ifionlywould

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writingstoraes · 10 months

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secret trip 🛫

pairing: charles leclerc/fem!reader

type: instagram imagine, social media au

notes: this seemed like a really cute idea so! lmk what u guys think 🤍 requests for charles imagines are open btw! pls send some cause my own ideas r betraying me rn lolol

about: the entire grid seems to be going to italy together, fans can't seem to put the pieces together!

yourusername

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yourusername with love, italy

isahernaez Have fun, babes ❤️

yourusername wish you were here 😣

wagslove SOOO GORGEOUS

charles_leclerc My beautiful angel

yourusername love you, handsome :D

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc Loving the view a little too much, loving my muse the most.

f1films Charles and Y/N vacationing in Italy is something I never knew I needed

mercgirl I think they're with some of the drivers, check their stories

pierregasly Have the best time 😝

arthurleclerc No picture of me?

charles_leclerc Leave the hotel for once?

carlossainz55 and pierregasly recently added to their instagram stories!

danielricciardo and landonorris recently added to their instagram stories!

yourusername

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yourusername good food, good times, and the best people ❤️

pierregasly Someone pass the salt

carlossainz55 Why did you feel the need to ask that here pierregasly Why do you wanna know? 🙄

charles_leclerc No one told me Max gets wine drunk...

yourusername i say whoever ordered the wine takes care of him danielricciardo That champagne saving me right now 🤣

ferrarihorse I didn't know all of you were all so close omg this is adorable

charlesfearless italy with my loml and friends... now i want that

yourusername and charles_leclerc recently added to their instagram stories!

Trans: Nothing I'd love more than spending a lifetime with you.

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yourusername the answer to the million dollar question — why everyone seems to have flown to italy, well it's because today, i married the love of my life who also happens to be my best friend and my answered prayer.

i have had the best time conquering the world with you, my love. from the big romantic moments to the small mundane things, you make life more pleasurable. here's to forever 🥂

tagged: charles_leclerc

charlosfan aaaa an intimate wedding! truly one of the best option, congratulations to my favorite couple <3

yourusername thank you love! it really was nice being surrounded by close friends and family ❤️

scuderiaferrari Best wishes, Y/N and Charles! We still remember your first paddock appearance as a couple; time truly has flown!

charlieferrari I KNEW ITTTT MY FRIEND OWES ME 50 DOLLARS LOL

yourusername hahaha thank you for the faith then 🙏

lewishamilton Congratulations once again, you two! What an honor to be there as you celebrate a new milestone in your life together 🎉

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc Exactly five years ago, I could not resist asking for your first name just so I could see you again. Today, you took mine.

J'ai hâte de passer ma vie à t'aimer. I cannot wait to spend my life loving you.

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pierregasly Haha you weren't best man carlossainz55

carlossainz55 You weren't either?

maxverstappen Time to bring out the wine 🍷

charles_leclerc No landonorris No danielricciardo With love, no

carlossainz55 Overflowing best wishes, mate! You owe me for actually sending Y/N the text of you wanting to ask her out 😁

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tagging: @slytherheign, @honethatty12

notes: believe it or not this prompt has been gathering dust on my notes lol lmk what u guys think! also lmk if anyone wants to be a part of my permanent taglist :)

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agendabymooner · 14 days

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ollie on thin ice(man) || ob8 (+ kr7) scenario

ollie bearman x raikkonen!ofc (ft. dad!kimi raikkonen)

EXTENSION TO ICE ICE BABY (SMAU)

ANOTHER RECOMMENDED READ: STOP THE WORLD I WANNA GET OFF WITH YOU (KIMI R. SMAU)

Summary: It was the Formula 1 summer break, meaning that The Iceman’s two driving children, including his beloved Romania ‘Aroma’ Raikkonen, were home. This also meant that a certain Ollie Bearman would make his presence known to the Raikkonen household- which was unpleasant for Kimi’s part.

Content warning: Dad!Kimi being protective, Andrea Kimi Antonelli is addressed as ‘Kimi’ by the Raikkonens but is addressed as ‘Andrea’ in narration, humour, wooing, Ollie wanting to cry really bad, Antonelli x Raikkonen!OFC (Rooney)

Note: this might not make sense to most but… enjoy regardless xx read the recommended fics for more context.

a - n masterlist // o - z masterlist

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For Kimi, it was never a problem to have people over.

He was retired and he pretty much had nothing all day but to spend some time with his kids all while his wife, the Academy Award winning director Vera Coppola, worked on days end while she travelled to New York for a week.

It was a life he loved to live, really.

To have people over was a usual case for the Coppola-Raikkonen household, as Kimi had three children that were at the age when friends and peers were important.

Kimi and Vera always thought that it was much better that they allowed their children to have friends over than having them go out and about at night— better be free at home than rebellious and endangered, right?

It was now the summer break of this year’s F1 season, which meant that his two children were also home and didn’t need to be travelling with their mum to wherever the next race was.

It meant that they didn’t need to do their schoolwork on the plane while their private tutors sat with them on the way to wherever.

It gave the two young racers the break they needed from competing, anyways. If there was something that Kimi knew, it was that his eldest daughter and oldest son had the same drive as him.

Though, if he was being honest, his son was more like him in terms of interviews and personality in front of the camera. But stillâ€¦ both were racing out of pure joy.

Thank goodness, their mother was a Coppola and Kimi made millions before this.

“Dad, Kimi’s here,” Johann-Lauri Francis Coppola-Raikkonen, or simply Jo, announced as the fifteen year old walked into the living room where Kimi and his two younger kids sat.

Andrea Kimi (whom Kimi was never confused with whenever Jo or any of his children said the name ‘Kimi’ as they addressed their dad as ‘Dad’) made his presence known to Kimi as he waved, “Good afternoon, Mr. Raikkonen.”

“Ah! Andrea,” Kimi nodded. “Nice seeing you. When did you get here to Italy?”

“Hm… We just got back from Nice two hours ago,” Andrea replied with a purse on his lips, “Mamma and Papa made sure I got here in time. I even brought an overnight bag.”

“Okay,” Kimi said with a nod, “Johann, did you clean your room?”

“Yes, dad,” Jo replied.

“Do you want me to order food later?” Kimi asked.

Just the mere utter of the words ‘order food’ had Kimi’s second daughter running from the home library to the living room.

“Dad? Why is it that every time Kimi’s around we always order food? Why can’t we order food when Kimi’s not here?”

Rooney Italia Coppola-Raikkonen, at the age 17, never once enjoyed the presence of Andrea. But that was because they were both at that age when pissing each other off was just a phase. Now here she was, complaining about Andrea getting a special treatment.

“Bwoah, he is a guest, Roo,” Kimi answered plainly. “Mama isn’t here right now, and I’m sure you’d like some pizza too, no?”

“For dinner?” Rooney whined.

“You can order off the menu and tell me later,” Kimi negotiated, making Roo jump excitedly.

“Nice,” Roo said with a grin before she glared at Andrea, “You suck, Antonelli.”

“Rooney Italia—“ Kimi was about to scold his daughter, but she had already sped off to the home library once more.

Kimi sighed, watching the two teenage boys head upstairs to Jo’s room. Kimi looked down at his little boy and his toddler girl. Both little kids were less of a menace than the older ones, thankfully.

Betty-Elina was suckling on her pacifier when she looked at Kimi and raised her comfort blanket up to Kimi’s chest level.

“Thank you, kulta,” Kimi told Betty with a grin. He turned to where his youngest son was.

Henrik was snoozing on Kimi’s lap, not even minding the noise that his big siblings were making just about now.

God. What a life he was living.

Somewhere in the mansion, rather down the hall of the east wing, was a quiet muffling sound of a girl who was speaking to herself. Well, Romania Eleanor was barely speaking to herself.

She was streaming. It was her first stream ever since F2 had gotten to her system.

Having to fight her friends to keep her second position before the season ends told her enough about how taxing racing could get. Thus she did the second best thing to racing and streamed cozy games to her fans.

Aroma, once she heard a knock and a creak of the door, looked over to see her younger sister Rooney. She paused her game, trying to see what the girl wanted all while her stream remained running.

“What’s up?” Aroma asked.

“Dad‘s going to order food,” Rooney started but was quickly cut off.

“Let me guess: Antonelli?” Aroma quipped.

Rooney huffed out, “As always.”

Aroma knew that the two, for some reason, hated each other’s presence. Or rather, Andrea Antonelli was simply amused at the one sided beef Rooney had with him.

But regardless, the ART Grand Prix driver chuckled as she nodded. Aroma said, “If Dad is ordering from Signora Leona’s restaurant, can you ask if I can have some seafood fettuccine Alfredo?”

“Got it,” Rooney raised a thumb up before she left the room.

Aroma watched Rooney leave and shut the door behind her before she sighed, proceeding to play her Animal Crossing as she spoke to her stream, “It’s like I’m watching a cringe version of enemies to lovers.”

Ollie Bearman was never scared of anyone.

Anyone but one person that wasn’t his parents: Aroma Raikkonen’s father, Kimi.

He’s heard stories about The Iceman and how he couldn’t care less about anything that didn’t involve him nor his children.

Sure, for most people it wasn’t a scary thought. But in some ways, the British man was involved with Kimi Raikkonen’s eldest daughter.

That alone was a scary thought. He’s had a crush on Aroma since they started racing together, back when Aroma raced around Europe while her mother Vera took her to travel. Ollie was a welcome face to everyone in the Coppola-Raikkonen household.

But god… People called Kimi ‘The Iceman’ for a reason, Ollie thought.

Kimi’s icy stares and cold demeanour were always directed to Ollie and no one else. Ollie knew the difference between ‘icy’ and ‘indifference’ especially when it came to Aroma Raikkonen and her ‘wholesome’ father.

News flash: Ollie called bullshit on Kimi being a sweet man. Kimi’s stare could burn holes and Ollie could rot on them— so much for being the ‘Iceman’.

Now here Ollie was in Italy, hoping to hang out with Aroma…

To sum it up: Ollie and Aroma had some sort of thing going on. One that Ollie wouldn’t dare show to Kimi because god only knows what the Finnish driver could do to the Brit.

Anyway.

Ollie patiently stood in front of the Coppola-Raikkonen home, his posture still calm. He had just rung the bell, now he was patiently waiting for anyone to answer.

He didn’t expect for the patriarch to answer the door, his brown eyes meeting Kimi Raikkonen’s blue eyes.

Ollie grinned and politely greeted, “Mr. Raikkonen-!”

“-You’re not the delivery man,” Kimi stated bluntly.

Well… Ollie stood there awkwardly and nodded, “I am not, sir. I am here for Romania.”

“…Bwoah?” Kimi asked, his head tilting as he watched Ollie nod in confirmation. “I was not told.”

“I- uh,” Ollie’s demeanour grew awkward and uncomfortable as he stammered, “She- she didn’t tell you?”

Now this could go two ways: The British driver would have to go back to his accommodation in Milan and wallow in self-pity because Aroma Raikkonen had completely forgotten about their plans during the summer break OR he would die in the hands of Kimi Raikkonen because Kimi’s daughter had forgotten to tell her father about the said plans.

Either way, Ollie knew he was screwed.

Kimi stated, his typical indifference seeping through his voice, “I can check with her.”

Ollie sighed in relief and smiled politely, “Thank you-“

Kimi had already shut the door on Ollie, making the younger man sigh and wait by the front porch for five minutes…

Then five turned to ten…

Then ten turned to fifteen. There was no sign of Kimi. No signs of Aroma either.

Ollie sighed and took his phone, trying to ring and text Aroma. There was nothing. So he did the next best thing and rang the only other guest in the Coppola-Raikkonen household.

“Ciao, Ollie,” Andrea Kimi Antonelli spoke from the other side of the call, in the background was a multiplayer game of FIFA.

“Hey Kimi, listen,” Ollie started and looked around while he spoke, “You’re inside, yes?”

“Yes,” Andrea said shortly as he let out a ‘Idiot! Johann!’ “Anyway, why do you ask?”

“I’m outside—“

It seemed like Ollie was distracting the boy from an intense online game with him and Kimi Raikkonen’s eldest boy Jo. Because the next thing that interrupted Ollie was a, “Andreaaaa! What did you do?!”

“Listen, if you’re looking for Aroma she’s streaming— okay, ciao!” Beep.

Ollie was on the verge of tears; Being left alone in front of the house of the girl he was wooing (supposedly) by her father wasn’t in Ollie’s bucket list this summer break. He could have sworn that Kimi Raikkonen hated him.

Now he did the last best thing: pay his way into the house.

[OLIBEAR8 HAS DONATED €5: “i just spent money so you can open the gate for me] Aroma listened to her text to speech donation as she was preoccupied from playing her game and paused briefly. “Huh?” She asked and looked at the text.

She didn’t even realize who it was until she saw the donor. It was Ollie.

“Ollie..?” The moment she peered down on her phone she saw the countless notifications on the screen.

oli 🐻: hello 👋

oli 🐻: miss maam 🤓🤓 i’m downstairs

oli 🐻: if u see this i’m stranded downstairs. i can hear ur little siblings laughing at whatever ur father is saying

oli 🐻: if u see this i’m also prolly dead lmaoooo plz come downstairs

5 missed calls from oli 🐻

oli 🐻: aroma 😭 please i’m begging

“What the hell…” Aroma trailed off before asking aloud (particularly to no one), “Did Dad not even realize you’re at the front?”

But it seemed like she was heard by a certain individual who remained watching her stream at the front porch since he donated once more.

[OLIBEAR8 HAS DONATED €5: “he did but he doesn’t like me”]

“Oh my goodness,” Aroma muttered and paused her stream, standing up as she said, “Dad needs to stop with the Iceman act already!”

“Dad!”

Maybe her father had good intentions, Aroma thought, but she knew better. Her father might be reserved half the time, but it didn’t mean that he had a hidden agenda when it came to her dating life.

So much for being a ‘cool father,’ right?

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morgana-larkin · 25 days

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Hey! saw u asking for prompts. I REALLY LOVE ur fic 'worth it'!

Anyway, can you write a fic based on '' we get married in our heads'" "I miss you on a train" and 'I think about you' basically based on About You by The 1975. Maybe mel and r have met in Italy, when they're both in vacation. Became real close or something but never really did talk and pursue what was really going on between them because both are scared, then they part ways and never had contact with each other 'cause they thought it's better that way, until reader arrives at abbott as the new teacher not knowing she'll see the redhead again

Hey, thank you for the prompt! I’m glad you’re liking Worth It. I hope you like this, it has a lot of angst because apparently my brain deemed it necessary but a happy ending.

Don’t Let Me Go

Warnings: Angst with a happy ending, Sad Mel (yes this is a warning because I don’t like it when she’s upset)

Words: 3.6

Beautiful green eyes stare back at you in your mind. You just got back from Italy where you were teaching a child English during the summer and that’s where you also met her, Melissa Schemmenti. She was visiting some family members of hers during summer vacation for 2 months.

You still remember meeting her. You were sitting on the patio of a coffee shop reading an Italian- English dictionary so you can help teach the child better. She saw you sitting there and thought you were beautiful, sitting there, with some sunglasses on, a smile on your face and the sun hitting you, making it look like you’re glowing. She decided to walk up to you and start conversation.

“That book makes you stand out as a tourist.” She told you and you looked up at her and saw those eyes, those green eyes that you still think about in your mind.

“Well I think the book and the fact that I’ll look completely clueless if someone talks to me in Italian will make people know I’m a tourist.” You replied back to her and she laughed. A laugh that you think about constantly that you hear in your mind.

You and Melissa became friends after that, you went out to places together and she showed you the places that Italy had to offer. You learned that she was a teacher as well and that she lived in Philly. You both talked about everything and told each other all about yourselves. And in the 2 months of you two knowing each other, you both became attracted to each other, although neither of you mentioned it. And then when the time came for both of you to go back home, you both decided it was best to cut contact, since you won’t see each other again.

“Are you sure?” You asked her and she nodded.

“I had a great time with you these past 2 months but we’re not going to see each other again so why keep contact?” She said and you nodded. “It’s for the best.”

5 years later…

You recently just moved from New York to south Philly. You were on a train, just coming back from picking up the last of your things from your parents house in New York that you gave to them to keep for you. You were listening to music when you saw someone with red hair walk on and then you thought about her, the beautiful Italian woman you met 5 years ago during the summer. You still think about her of course, and wondering if you should have told her how you felt before you parted ways.

The next day you wake up, you’re starting your new job as Abbott Elementary’s new 3rd grade teacher. You walk into the entrance of the school and went to the main office to get your badge and classroom key. As soon as you walked you ran into someone. You went to go apologise to the person, but as soon as you looked at them you froze. It was her, the woman who still sometimes occupies your thoughts and dreams.

“Melissa?” You say to her quietly, in disbelief that she was right here in front of you. Melissa was just as shocked as you were, and then you looked into those green eyes that you only saw in your dreams now and they made you feel safe.

“Y/N?” She said back to you, just as quietly. “Wha-what are you doing here?” She asked you.

“I-I’m the new 3rd grade teacher.” You stuttered out. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m a 2nd grade teacher here, have been for many years now.” She said.

Before either of you can say anything else you get interrupted. “Hey Melissa, can I talk to about the curriculum we got this year I have a couple of questions.” A younger teacher said to her. And then she saw you. “Oh hi, are you a new teacher here?” She asked you.

“Ya my name is Y/N Y/L/N, the new 3rd grade teacher.” You tell her and hold out a hand for her and she shook it.

“Oh how lovely to meet you! My name is Janine Teagues. I’m a second grade teacher here like Melissa here.” She told you.

You left Melissa and Janine to talk and you went to your classroom to set up before the kids get here in 30 minutes. You didn’t get the chance to do it the week prior as you were in the middle of moving and the principal said it’s fine and just emailed all the information that you needed to know.

You were putting up some fun posters with the help of a stool when she walked in without you realising it.

“Y/N?” She said. You didn’t know she was there so it took you by surprise and you fell off the stool face first. She caught you, of course, and when you realised she did, you opened your eyes and saw hers staring at you. “I’m sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.” She said and let go of you when you found your footing.

“It’s alright, you caught me so it’s fine, no harm done.” You told her and walked over to your desk to organise some papers. “Was there something you needed?” You asked her. You tried to seem calm on the outside instead of freaking out like you were on the inside. The truth is that you missed her. You missed her as a friend. You only knew each other for 2 months but you became really close and even knowing that you only had 2 months, feelings had to of course get in the way.

“I thought I’d never see you again.” She said and when you looked up at her, she looked hurt. Hurt about what? You don’t know. Melissa was trying to be neutral about this, you both thought it’d be better to cut contact before you parted 5 years ago. And in that 5 years, she never forgot you, and seeing you again, she realised how much she missed you. She remembered showing you around, walking and running around, hand in hand, smiling and laughing. She thought about finding you constantly, she could have asked one of her guys to find you and they would have, but that scared her. She became attracted to you in those 2 months and she never told you, she knew you’d never like her back the way that she likes you. She knew you were attracted to women, but she thought you’d never be attracted to her.

“Well considering that we said it would be better to not have contact with each other when we parted, then I can see why you thought that.” You said coldly and she was taken aback by that. The truth is that while you were excited to see her again, it was originally her idea to cut contact, and she convinced you that it was for the best. And now here she is talking to you after she so easily left you behind. “Look Melissa, I don’t know what you want but, we became friends in Italy but we haven’t spoken in 5 years because you thought that would be for the best.” You told her and she nodded looking guilty. “So I think it would be best if we continue that way.” You told her and it hurt to tell her that but you have to protect yourself against her. She hurt you 5 years ago and while you wanted to be her friend again like before, she might just hurt you again. You’re not going to take that chance again.

Melissa’s heart broke a bit at you telling her that. She missed you and wanted to see if she could reconnect with you again. But if you don’t want to then she can’t force you. “If that’s what you want.” She told you and you looked at her.

“I think it’s for the best.” You said simply. Repeating the same words she told you before you left to the airport, leaving your heart in pieces and regret for not telling her how you feel. And while your feelings for her never left, you’re still not going to tell her, you won’t give her any chance to hurt you again, to break your heart, once was already enough. At that Melissa nodded and left.

And it seems the universe hates you as Melissa’s room was across the hall. You took a deep breath and continued getting ready before you went to go meet your new students.

You walked outside as students were lining up as they found who’s going to be their teacher this year. Someone called you over and told you to stand where they are so they know where to bring students that were going to be in your class. The universe had it out for you as you were told to stand 4 feet away from Melissa. You both did your best not to look at each other but every few seconds, one of you did.

At one point the sun hit you the exact same way it did when she first met you and the way it hit you again when she took you on a picnic to a beautiful park she knew. She thought you looked beautiful in the sun dress you wore, how it fit your body perfectly and your hair glowing in the sun. After you finished your meal you both layed down on the blanket and looked at the clouds in the sky and just enjoyed each other’s presence. And at one point you took her hand in yours and she turned to look at you, only to find you looking back at her with a smile. And she just layed there, looking into your eyes with a smile, the sun hitting your face, making you look like you’re glowing, like an angel.

It broke her heart that you wanted nothing to do with her now but she understood, she had basically told you that on that very sad day, when you said goodbye to each other, thinking it was for forever. Melissa was used to cutting people off, but it still hurt her when she did. Since you decided that you want the both of you to ignore each other, then that’s what she’s going to do. But she couldn’t stop a smile from forming when you were greeting some of your students with a huge smile.

Unknown to Melissa, Barb happened to look over at Melissa looking at you. She saw her looking at you with a sad smile and longing in her eyes. Barb heard your name being called and that’s when she put 2 and 2 together. Melissa told her about the woman she met on her vacation in Italy 5 years ago whose name was Y/N Y/L/N. And now here she was, the new teacher at Abbott. And from the look Melissa was giving you, Barb thought that seeing you again didn’t go well, since it seemed you were ignoring her. Barb decided that she’ll talk to Melissa at lunch.

The morning went by and Melissa kept looking across the hall to your classroom. She saw how you were with the kids and it warmed her heart. She saw how gentle you were, how you talked to them with a smile, and paid complete attention to them when they talked to you. She felt like she made a mistake letting you go 5 years ago but she thought that you would go and live your life and leave her behind in the end if you kept contact.

Lunch came and like always, Barb met Melissa in her classroom before they went to the break room together. But this time when Barb walked in, she closed the door after making sure it was only her and Melissa in the room.

Melissa heard the door close and saw Barb standing there giving her a look. “What?”

“So am I correct in assuming that the new 3rd grade teacher is the same one you met in Italy 5 years ago?” Barb said, straight to the point. And the sigh and look she gave was all the answer she needed.

“Ya, the same one.” Melissa said defeated.

“And I’m also guessing that meeting her again didn’t go well.”

“She said she wanted nothing to do with me. And used the exact same words I said to her 5 years ago when she asked me if I was sure I wanted to cut contact with her. That it’s for the best.” Melissa sighed and put her elbows on the desk and her head in her hands.

“Melissa…” Barb started but was interrupted by the redhead.

“I missed her Barb, I knew I did but after seeing her again, I realised how much I missed her. Even after 5 years I never forgot her. How is it that we spent only 2 months together and I still think about her 5 years later?” Melissa said, and her voice cracked at the end. Barb could tell she was on the verge of crying.

“Even spending a short time with someone can leave an impact on you. It’s not always the amount of time together but the quality of the time you spend together.” Barb says and Melissa looks up at her , with red eyes. “Oh sweetheart.” Barb says and goes over and hugs her, and that’s when Melissa starts crying. Melissa never told her but Barb knew she developed feelings for the Italy girl. “Have you told her how you feel?” Barb asked after Melissa stopped crying.

“No. Why would I do that?” Melissa asks like the reason was obvious.

“Because maybe she feels the same and that’s why she’s avoiding you.” Barb says and Melissa freezes. She didn’t think about that. But as always Melissa declines it, deeming it impossible.

But the week goes by and Melissa can’t stop thinking about that. She thought about it more and more and the only thing she wanted was to be near you. But during the week, you did everything you could to avoid her. You never put anything in the fridge and you always come in with your own coffee so you never have to go in the break room in the morning. You avoid any possible eye contact when you’re both standing at the doorway, greeting your students. At lunchtime you eat in your classroom or in your car. At the end of the day you don’t look at her and you leave before Melissa does. And when you pass each other in the hall, you don’t even look her way. She sees you talking to other people though, you and Jacob seem to take a liking to each other as you guys have a lot of the same interests. She’s seen you talk to Barb at the beginning of the week but then you found out her and Barb were best friends so you haven’t talked to Barb since.

Before she knew it, one week goes by, then another, and another, and then it was Halloween morning and by some miracle, it was on a Friday this year. Melissa came in dressed as the scarlet witch and of course she saw you checking her out. You came dressed as Captain Marvel. Of course you both had to pick someone from the same universe. Melissa thought you looked amazing in the costume. It’s safe to say that while you were checking Melissa out, she was also checking you out.

And when hell broke loose and the teachers had to find baby thanos, you and her got paired together. While you were walking in the halls together, she kept looking at you. She wanted to talk to you and she had the perfect opportunity too, but she didn’t know how to start.

“Would you stop looking at me please.” You told her, well I guess you started it.

“Sorry, I want to talk to you though.” She said and you looked at her.

“That’s interesting, because 5 years ago you told me that we shouldn’t talk to each other again.” You countered.

“I made a mistake.” You looked at her a bit shocked. She certainly got your attention now. “I shouldn’t have suggested that we stop all contact. I regretted telling you that right away. I thought about looking for you, multiple times but I never did.”

“Why didn’t you? Why did you suggest cutting contact if you regretted it?” You asked her, and she dragged you into the nearest classroom and closed the door.

“Because I got scared Y/N. I got scared of how I felt about you. I didn’t just think of you as a friend, well I did at first but then I got feelings for you. And I knew that if we kept contact then eventually you’ll find someone else and live your life and leave me behind. I didn’t want you to hurt me when that happens so I decided that it would be best if we forget each other. But it backfired, because I never forgot you, I thought about you constantly.” Melissa said, and she got a bit choked up trying not to cry. “And then when we bumped into each other after 5 years, all I wanted was to reconnect with you and tell you how sorry I was for letting you go. But when I tried you wanted nothing to do with me and it broke my heart when you said that.” A tear fell down her cheek and her eyes were rimmed red.

You looked at her after her confession, whatever you thought she might have said that, that was not it. You didn’t know what to say, your brain processed everything she said. “You had feelings for me?” You said, and Melissa looked up into your eyes and saw that you looked hurt, the same look you had when you two said goodbye to each other.

“Have actually, I still have feelings for you, they never went away like I thought they would.” She confessed and you were shocked.

“I have feelings for you as well.” You confessed.

“You-you do?” She asked, not believing it to be true.

You nodded. “That’s why I thought it would be best if we stayed away from each other. It hurt when you told me that we shouldn’t speak to each other again. So when I saw you again, I was excited to see you again and then I remembered the pain from you leaving me behind so easily. I didn’t want to get hurt again. So I thought that I would spare myself the pain in the future and just not talk to you now. I regret not telling you how I felt then, but I thought you wouldn’t feel the same way because you’re…well… you know, you’re u. You’re so amazing and sweet and gorgeous, you could have anyone you want. You told her.

“Anyone except you, I could have anyone except the person I actually want.” She said with a tear rolling down her cheek. “If I told you 5 years ago how I felt then I could have had you, but I guess I missed my chance.”

“Who said that was your only chance?” You asked her and she looked at you confused. You walked up to her and wiped away the tear that’s rolling down her cheek. Her breath hitched when you did that, she wanted to get close to you again for almost 2 months now and to think it might happen, she just couldn’t think right now. She wants to respond, to make up for lost time, she doesn’t want to fuck it up and lose you again.

“Are you saying that you’re still willing to be with me?” She said and you nodded.

“I constantly thought about you as well, and you ended up in my dreams at night too. Almost like you were haunting me.” You joked and Melissa let out an airy chuckle. You touched your forehead with hers as you both basked in the happiness you felt of being near each other again.

“Y/N, I missed you so much, I regret ever letting you go.” You pulled back and cupped her cheeks.

“Then don’t let go now.” You told her and she wrapped her hands around your wrists while your hands were still cupping her cheeks.

“I won’t, I’m not going to make that mistake again.” And with that you leaned in and kissed her. She kissed you back almost immediately. You both felt safe , you felt at home. She moved her hands from your wrists and laid them on your waist. While you moved them from her cheeks to around her neck.

“Well it’s about time.” Barb said, smiling from the doorway, and you both backed away and looked at her. “I convinced everyone to pair you guys up so you would talk to each other and hopefully work it out, and looks like you do.” Barb said proudly and Melissa smiled.

“Thank you Barb.” Melissa said and then looked at you and pulled you to her and hugged you. She then pulled away and looked at your eyes. “I promise I won’t let you go.” She told you and you smiled at her.

And she said the same promise to you at the end of her vows on your wedding day.

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#melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti x oc #melissa schemmenti x you #melissa schemmenti #x reader #fanfic

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blingblong55 · 8 months

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Blood- John Price NSFW

Based on a request:

Can I make a request of Mafia AU with a hint of enemy to lovers and smut please? Mafia King Price x Mafia Queen Fem reader, who are rivals. Both tend tends to rile each other up whenever they have a mafia council meeting and everybody can sense the sexual tension between them. Thank you !! ❤️❤️🫶🏻

F!Reader, mafia au, enemies to lovers?, mafia queen!reader, smut, 18+, mafia king!Price, rivals, sexual tension, P-in-V, unprotected sex

"R/N, the meeting will begin in twenty minutes." Your brother said. You found it absurd, having to go to meetings with people like John Price, who gave a shit if everyone wanted a treaty. He messed with your family and for that, he will pay. "I'll be there, okay?" You say, not looking at him once but rather out the window of your penthouse, the city living a normal life, whilst you and a handful of mafias would decide to either join the other or let hell loose.

In the meeting, Price sat there, other leaders and advisors near. Suspension at its highest. Price and your family have been rivals for decades, never letting the other rest, blaming killings and failed cargo on the other. You walk into the room, heels filling the void the silence had created. The men all stop and look at you, Price rolls his eyes, "Of course, you had to make an entrance."

"Quit talking, John." You do not once look at him. Everyone leaves the room, only those that had to converse stayed behind. From Mexico, Italy, the U.S.A, Brazil, Russia, England and Asia, all gathered and ready to talk. You never trusted Price, he is a narcissist and a horrible liar. Always talking shit but you always brought hell upon him. "Let's start, so, Russia and Mexico, I see you two want to become friends, what's the reason behind that?"

"Ayuda commercial de nuestra mercancia," the man spoke.

"It will benefit not just us but you, R/N" the other Russian man spoke, earning a nod from you. The meeting went smoothly, except for when the reason for the meeting was brought up. "Now, what about us all joining forces?" The asian man spoke, you look at him, waiting for someone to say a word. Except, in this, you were the key to either make all mafias strong or make them crumble. "Well,I wouldn't oppose to it, except, I don't think I would want to work with John."

"You know damn well it wasn't my fault!" His fist coming into contact with the table. The other men don't dare question you and your motives for not working with him. "You know damn well it was your fault!" You growl. "It was never the intention of my father-" he tries to excuse the issue. "My father and mother are dead John! All because your family was petty and shady over work!" You bite back.

The men around the room stay silent, tension fills the room. "Now, if we make this deal, I will need either all to side with me and together our groups will be powerful or I'll make sure each one crumbles to its ruin." You lean back in your seat, knowing you had the upper hand in this. John scoffs and leans back, watching the men that he was having drinks with last night side with the woman he despises. Common friends, common hatred. What a perfect match made in hell.

"We, will make that partnership, R/N, but you must ensure those feud you two have will intervene with our plans." The asian man says. "I'll make sure of that, now if you excuse me I must go." You stand up and the other men do too, they all shake your hand except Price. You nod and walk away, your team waiting for you on the other side of the door. Hours later, your brother walks into your beautiful home, "R/N, what the fuck did you do at that meeting?!" He was clearly annoyed at something you had no clue on.

Eventually he explains that the other mafias have parted ways with Price and have only made an alliance/treaty with you and each other. You were unaware of this, making sure to contact them all and set the record straight. Price walks into your home, pushing past guards and eventually finding your office. "R/N, we must talk."

You nod at your brother and he leaves. "What is it?" you sit down and pour yourself a glass of scotch. "Why the fuck did you leave me and my people in the shadows! We had a goddamn agreement, we stop the feud and make his arrangement." He leaned forward in his seat, veins becoming prominent and his voice hoarse. "I told you years ago John, I will not let you rest, not after their deaths!"

"THEY ARE FUCKING DEAD, THIS IS OUR FUCKING PROBLEM NOW, US NOT THEIRS!"

"Your father killed my parents, put them on display at my 20th birthday, my dead fucking parents for all to see!" You stand up and look at him, "If you want feud between our people and the arrangement to also have you added, then you apologise and accept my terms."

But that wasn't easy on him, he'd had to give up the western border, 63% of the income from the easter border would go to your people and he'd have merge your and his people, something that made you still the head of command. All of what his grandfather worked for down the drain for you to own and have, he sighs and looked at your hips then lips. You drink the scotch, unaware of the stare he was giving you. "You look hot when you're mad." he comments. You roll your eyes and point at the door, "out."

Days after that encounter, one of your corporation buildings was attacked, Price got the news seconds before his plane took off, he stopped the pilot and was escorted to the building. You were talking with your men when you spotted him, "Did you fucking do this?" you accused him as you walked to him. But that was the thing, he wouldn't do this, he was a grown man who knows the best way to fix issues is to talk. "R/N, don't you think I'd be a dick move if I did so? For fucks sake, we are about to be the largest mafia in the country, I don't want to ruin our stuff."

He noticed a blood stain on your shirt, "what happened?" he held your arm, looking at the stain. "Nothing." you answer. "C'mon, let's go." He dragged you to his car, told the driver to get off and you and him were on the way to his private home. "Why are you doing this, John?" You turn to him. "I am not going to give a reason but I will make sure you get checked out for any potential injuries." His eyes on the road the whole time.

Once at his home and after he made sure you had no injuries, he sat you down, "Look, I know we don't have the best history-"

"Damn right we don't." you cut him off.

"-but I wouldn't do that, not to you." he finished.

You stay silent, his hands at your hips, gaze fixed on you. "I'll find the bastard that did that and kill him." it was not just because of the building but because your life was a risk and lately he hated how much he has been looking out for you. Why does he care? Because for some reason, he wouldnt want you to be hurt. The day you parents' dead bodies were displayed as an act of vengeance from his father, he was the one who cut the lights off, making his guards escort the bodies elsewhere.

You have been so filled with hatred and the thirst for revenge that you have been blind to not notice all the small acts of kindness he has done for you. "Dad, you didn't have to do that!" he told his father. "They deserved it." his father responds. "Maybe, but it was her birthday dinner, you have set war on, you killed her parents and you paraded their dead bodies for not just her but everyone to see!"

Years later, Price still hates that day, how her saw you change from a happy and free woman to who you are today. If only things were different, he and you would be off into an arranged marriage and he would enjoy it. All along, he has felt something for you that no one else can compare.

"R/N," his hands tracing circling on your hips, you look at him, both of you leaning in. "I have been wanting to do this since we were young." he cups your face and kisses you. It was so gentle and sweet, like a first kiss that will be felt for years to come. It wasn't John Price in that kiss, it was Johnny, the boy you had a crush on as a little girl. Your legs wrapped around his waist, he holds you close, carrying you to his room and not once breaking the kiss.

He lays you on the bed, kissing your neck, pulling your shirt. Hands on your chest, letting them feed on your warmth. He nibbles on the soft skin, earning a satisfied noise from you. By some point and some laughter, your clothes is on the floor. He wanted this moment to be more than special. He parted your legs, fingers teasing your wet cunt, his spit mixing with your cunt, making his scent known. He looks up at you, flushed face as if he was your first. His kisses trail back up, making sure to be delicate.

Slowly, he slides himself into you, you moan and grip his back. "fuck," you say before he hushes you. "Just relax and open for me okay, love?" His voice so soft. You nod and moan more as he slowly increases the speed of his thrusts. Getting used to his size was not an easy task, he was bigger and thicker than any of the other men you've been with. You shut your eyes and let the passion, lust and pleasure fill the room. He kisses your lips, tongue encoring your mouth, wanting to not leave a corner of his new heaven untouched. He bites into your neck but not enough that he breaks the skin.

A hand on his back as the other grips the sheets. You moans become louder, his hips thrusting faster, his cock deeper in you. Pre cum leaking from him, he wants to last longer but as his fantasy is being fulfilled it's impossible to last long. His thrusts become more aggressive, skin contact echoing on the walls of the room. Scratch marks on his back to prove that what you two have is better than any relationship he has ever had. You might be his enemy but in that moment you are the drug to keep him alive.

Moans and groans from you both, letting the walls understand it's not a cat fight but rather a pleasure. Hours of pleasure turned to you leaking him warm cum from you. He smiles and looks at you, "you are such a good girl for me, look at that." he touches the cum with his fingers and brings it to you, making you lick it. His fingers in your mouth, making you savour such taste. You smile and kiss him.

Soon after the once rivals, wanting the other dead, now lay in bed, making plans for the long run. From kids to adults, enemies to lovers, friends to husband and wife. It is known you are the perfect match made in hell.

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svtminji · 2 months

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ᡴꪫ ⋆ ࣪ NANA TOUR ! ˓𓄹 ࣪˖ ─── half-cut episode one.

╰ here comes the 7-day vacation full of laughter! come enjoy italy to the fullest! follow the lead of guide na with seventeen, nana tour with seventeen! pd na, a 20-year veteran of travel entertainment shows, got a new job as a tour guide and became guide na! he's the tour guide for seventeen, who's going on a vacation into the summer in italy!

psa — this is half cut of episode one since the original episode is over 2 hours long 😖😖 part two will be posted soon enough 💆

septiembre ─── tokyo

it was relatively quiet in the hotel room considering the commotion that was caused by the four drinking members. it begged the question on how the floors above and below did not file a noise complaint. well, whatever the noise was, it did not seem to bother the couple as they were sound asleep in the comfort of each other’s arms.

not everything was sunshine and rainbows. as soon as na-pd stepped into the staff room, chaos began. na-pd explained to the staff about how he was kidnapping all of seventeen, minus seungcheol, and that it would occur today. minji’s manager had raised a few eyebrows and decided to speak what was on her mind.

“before we move on to the subject at hand, minji has already made her schedule designed to fit along with the rest of seventeen.” the manager explained. “she made reservations at restaurants to eat with her friends and family, so how are you going to break the news to her?”

[…]

looks were thrown around the room and this started the worried expression of na-pd. he cleared his throat and spoke.

“well i’m sure minji won’t take the news so lightly, especially from me. but i’ll be the one to tell her, along with the8 and jun.”

[minji, jun, the8: their dreams ruined by na-pd]

na-pd recalled his plan with seungcheol and they managed to obtain 11/14 members without a complaint to say the least. the next room they needed to wake up with the news was the jeongmi room. although before na-pd could even touch the doorknob handle, seungkwan stopped him.

[?]

“this is for your safety and the viewer’s safety.” seungkwan spoke before putting his ear onto the door. mingyu, who noticed what seungkwan meant, pushed him slightly and waited for the confirmation. silence was passed around before he nodded. “coast is clear. you may now proceed.”

opening the door and turning on the lights, the group noticed two things. one: jeonghan pretending he was already waking up. two: minji having the blanket over her head. incoherent shouts were heard and it only made minji pull the blanket more to cover herself. just her luck, a group of men intruding her space once again. the members were mentioning something to jeonghan which minji couldn’t bother to hear about.

the female member could only care about two things: why the fuck they were in the room, and how to make them leave. before she could say anything, someone had pulled down the blanket over her head and revealed herself to the unnatural light, cameras, and men. minji opened her eyes and sighed.

[not a good morning]

“look who’s awake!! it’s minji!!” soonyoung spoke beside her while holding down the blanket so it wouldn’t go back up. minji, who could only reply with a glare, tried to pull the blanket back up but soonyoung persisted.

“why is everyone here? it’s not like we’re doing some variety show right now.. especially with the cameras..” minji spoke as she looked around the room, specifically for a shirt to put on, and that was when she saw na-pd.

like a deer in headlights, she laid there in shock. jeonghan, who knew she wasn’t in proper attire, grabbed an old shirt of his and handed it to her, along with her glasses. hoshi lifted up the blanket so nothing would be seen from the cameras, and muttered something which made him receive a slap on the back. pulling down the blanket, minji was dressed and she bowed her head to signal she was saying hello.

“i don’t want to be rude, but why is everyone here?”

“minji.” na-pd sat down on the bed and looked at minji with uncertainty. “remember during super promotions, the group chose ‘one fine day’?” the female member nodded and looked at him to go on. “well, that day.. is today..”

the truth comes out…

“oh..” minji looked at him then towards her members who were nodding to confirm. “oh…”

“it’s supposed to be random and ..” na-pd continued on explaining his initial plan but all minji could do was block him out. she stared at the floor and moved her gaze towards her phone then back at the speaker. “and so what we needed to do was-”

“i’m sorry to interrupt you, but i had already made plans two months ago with my family and friends.” minji had cut off na-pd, and got up from the bed. “i need to call them at this hour and tell them the news. i understand it’s not your fault but just give me a minute.”

minji’s actions displayed that she was displeased with the sudden news. na-pd started talking to the rest of the members as minji continued talking to whoever was on the line. after a while, it had gone quiet and japanese was only heard from the female member. jeonghan went up to her and asked for the phone; minji gave it to him and walked over.

sad minji in the morning..

“he’s talking to my mom right now, but is our passports all together? i just want to know in case i have to go look for it.” minji spoke as she looked at na-pd. her bedhead was still noticeable and some of the members stifled a laugh.

“yeah, all of the staff members have managed to collect the passports and the information needed to land.”

“oh okay, that seems fine. if you don’t mind me asking, where are we going specifically?”

na-pd looked like his mouth was locked and he shook his head. “that’s something explained later on once we have myungho. he needs to hear the news that jun and him aren’t going to their scheduled plan.”

minji nodded then connected the dots. “so.. their original schedule was just a cover up?” na-pd nodded. “ah, good luck with him. he’s kind of sensitive when it comes to lying about those things. pretty sure he had already called his family and told them about it.”

“well. i’m planning on telling him myself and explain to him the circumstances about it.” na-pd explained. “i don’t want to appear as a bad guy in general.”

an. personally.. i think i could’ve written this better.. but oh well🥲🥲🥲 this was in the drafts for at least 3 weeks and i didn’t want to hold this back even longer. pt 2 soon 👍👍

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insanityclause · 2 months

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Tom Hiddleston's back on the circuit. After wrapping up Loki at the end of last year, the MCU super villain-turned-superhero has been taking some well-earned time off. And good for him! Everyone needs a bit of R&R every now and then. But with spring coming up just around the corner though, the Hiddleston hibernation is officially over. And with it, we're getting some seriously mega menswear.

Last Friday, Brunello Cucinelli held an intimate dinner at the Chiltern Firehouse in London. Kristin Scott Thomas was there. Jonathan Bailey, too. And of course, Tom Hiddleston arrived as well. And like GQ's dinner with Paul Smith just a few days prior (Hiddleston was there too), there's been a slew of events in the capital to celebrate last night's BAFTAs. People who like actors and nice clothes have a nice time. It's a foolproof formula.

📸 German Larkin

The Kong: Skull Island star showed up in a double-breasted suit courtesy of Brunello Cucinelli. However, it wasn't just any ol' double-breasted suit. This one was crafted in Italy, like all things Brunello Cucinelli, and came in a rich burgundy colour. Wide peaked lapels and buffalo horn buttons offered an almost tux-like look. And you'll also find two patch pockets on either side and an extra one across the chest, where Hiddleston switched things up with a patterned pocket square.

He layered the blazer on top of a white shirt and grey tie combo, and he jumped into a pair of matching trousers. What makes this two-piece even more special is the fact that it's made from corduroy – but not your grandad's corduroy. This is constructed from the Italian label's signature Sea Island cotton, which is a material that's grown exclusively in the Caribbean. It's a lot rarer and more expensive compared to the “normal” stuff, but it's meant to be a lot softer and even more flexible. The suit is then finished with a velvet-esque texture, and completely lined with satin along the inside. If you're on the market for a good post-7pm suit, few are more advanced than Brunello Cucinelli.

Tom Hiddleston is officially back, baby. And boy, did we miss him

#tom hiddleston #brunello cucinelli

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redhairedwolfwitch · 1 year

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Painted Fires Burn Brightly (3) - Andy Herrera x DeLuca!Sister!Reader - Station 19/Grey's Anatomy

A/n: wow a fic that doesn't involve women's football? i am shocked... but also I want to work on like five football fics at once so it's chaos here in my little corner.

Summary: You have inspiration for the first time since Amelia Shepherd broke your heart and threw you into a wall of artist's block. But who knows if the fire between you and Andy will burn out or become an eternal flame?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Request: hey 💓 could you write a deluca!sister x amelia fic where r is a cheeky italian which puts amelia in gay panic mode x

A/n: this diverts from canon like a curly wurly chocolate bar, also mentions a one night stand, there's no smut but it's alluded to, so, read at your own risk, and don't ask me where this happens in canon, because that will give me another headache:)

A/n: to whoever reads this, you matter.

Previously...

Opening the door, your eyes widened slightly before you smiled a little, "ciao, fiamma."

Andy Herrera stammered for a moment before smiling, "hi, are you free?"

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"Lunch with my baby brother and angioletta of a baby sister was okay, by the way, I know you haven't met them yet."

"What does angioletta mean?" Maya enquired, leaving Andy to pause as she listened for the meaning of the Italian word.

"Little angel." Carina smiled, resting her hands on Maya's hips as she leaned in for a kiss.

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"I'd call you some Italian name in response, but I only know fiamma, and angioletta..." Andy admitted as you let her inside, taking a sip of your drink as Andy spoke.

All it took was hearing angioletta for you to spit your drink, covering your face as Andy's eyes widened.

"Whoah, you okay?"

"Sorry, sorry! It's just, my sister calls me angioletta, fiamma." You explained, wiping your face with a piece of kitchen towel before drying where you had spat your drink.

Andy frowned as she processed what you just said, her jaw clenched as she stared at you, eyes glancing over your features.

///

"Wait, wait, your sister, your sister wouldn't happen to be Doctor Carina DeLuca, who is dating Maya Bishop, a fellow firefighter at Station 19?" Andy asked, her hands on her hips as she quirked a brow, waiting for a response.

"Well, I haven't met Maya yet, but Carina is my older sister. I'm sorry we didn't discuss it, we were a bit busy after leaving the bar, and it's not exactly pillowtalk." You admitted, pulling into yourself as Andy's eyes softened, her fire qwelling as she realised how insecure you were after everything.

"You're the youngest?" Andy toed the line onto another topic, gently stepping forwards to pry your fingers from where they were clawed into your arms.

"Yeah, after what our father did, our mother left with Andrea and myself to America, Carina stayed in Italy with him. I was little, so I barely remembered Italy. I begged and begged my mama to take me when she would go visit papa and Carina, and she did. I stayed and completed my undergrad there, got dual citizenship and came back to America for my master's degree." You explained, staring at your shoes as you spoke, tensing slightly as Andy stepped closer, her hand under your chin to coax you into looking at her.

"What your father did?" Andy gently prodded, feeling you lean into her hand as it cupped your cheek.

"Bipolar disorder. Our father was a renowned surgeon, but he operated during a manic state on seven people, four died. Our father got away with it because of his connections, but mama left him, and took me and Andrea with her, Carina stayed." You explained, glancing away as you took a breath.

"They worry about me. They thought I was developing it at one point, but I'm fine. I saw a doctor and a psychiatrist in case, because they scared me, but I don't have it. Carina worries for my brother now, but she checks up on us both." You brushed away a tear before it could parade down your cheek, mumbling apologies and swear words in Italian before Andy intervened.

"It's okay, they said you're okay, so it's okay. I'm sorry I asked so many questions, I just, I panicked, can you imagine how your sister would react to this? And Maya? She already had this shit-eating grin after I told her I had earth-shattering sex with an Italian girl, what happens when she finds out it was her girlfriend's baby sister?"

The smirk on your face was intolerable as Andy covered your mouth with her hand.

"Please tell me you didn't actually use the word 'earth-shattering' because... now I feel dirty, what if my sister found out you said that?" You grimaced, watching as Andy gently removed her hand from your mouth so you could speak.

"God, I have no idea if Maya... she overheard, your sister knows I found an Italian lover who called me fiamma." Andy realised as your eyes widened.

"Yeah, I'm not going to hear the end of this from her, especially after..." You trailed off, looking over at the canvas on the coffee table with sorrow in your eyes.

"Your last heartbreak?"

"Yeah, when Carina told me what was going on, I begged her to get rid of everything, every little piece of inspiration. I found that one behind a bedside table, and called her to get rid of it, like the others. I can't even go have lunch with my siblings at Grey Sloan because she tries to come over and talk to me. It's... ugh, I want to paint my emotions away." You replied, heading towards your studio/the spare room when Andy caught your hand, smiling as you tilted your head in question.

///

Carina didn't expect to see a voicemail from you after checking her phone. She helped a mother deliver her baby a while ago and was now going to get the resident to update the chart when her phone buzzed.

"Carina, hey, what's going on?"

"Y/n found another of the canvases that remind them of Amelia. I'm going to go see if she is okay, and remove the canvas." Carina explained as Andrew hurried over, spotting Carina grabbing her bag.

"Wait, Y/n dropped one of their paint tubes when she ran at lunch. Here. Uh, I think the cap was a bit loose." Andrew replied, flicking his fingers as the luminous green paint coated his fingertips.

Carina murmured a mix of a thank you and a swear word in Italian under her breath as Andrew passed her the metal tube of paint, holding it daintly until she could wrap it in some tissue, green paint in her bag wasn't something she wanted to clean up.

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"This is what you've been working on?" Andy turned her head from where the two of you had been leaning in, closing the distance between the two of you.

"Uh, yeah, since you left this morning. I take my travel bundle with me when I go out too. I have some older stuff if you want to see, before she who we don't talk about by name entered my life?" You offered, heading over to the wardrobe, Andy's eyes following your figure as you began to rummage through the bottom of the wardrobe.

Holding the chosen sketchbook up with pride, your eyes widened and your cheeks heated up as you noticed how Andy was looking at you, that small smirk on her face making your stomach dance with butterflies.

///

"Before we met, I think maybe, before Maya even met Carina, my best friend from my childhood, he died. He jumped in front of a bullet for me, this kid, Milo, he didn't know the gun was real, he just wanted to play cops and roobers. I threw myself into work." Andy divulged part of her past to you one night, her fingers drawing patterns over your collarbone as your chin rested on the crown of her head, holding each other in the darkness.

///

Time had passed since you met Andy Herrera in that bar, starting a relationship. Neither of you regretted it, but the two of you were hiding from Maya and Carina.

Your brother knew. He could tell that the light in your eyes had returned, but the light was more like a fire, and your art was beginning a surplus that had you developing more than a portfolio.

When Andy found out her dad's cancer was back, she ran to you. Allowing you to gently hold her in your arms, running your fingers over her skin and listening to her recall story after story about her father, who had maybe six months to live.

"I met him, I think I met him before I met Maya actually. I was looking for Carina at your firehouse, you were all out on a call. He let me take some photos for my artwork. He was kind. Some people don't think art is a worthwhile thing... your father is amazing, fiamma."

///

"Shall I call in sick?" Andy enquired, leaning into you as your arms wrapped around her waist, pulling you closer.

"You and Sullivan still tense?" you hummed, feeling Andy bury a groan in your shoulder.

"Plus everything else? You are my saving grace, my angioletta." Andy smirked as you made a grumbling noise.

"Do you have to use my family's nickname for me when we're naked in bed together?"

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"I talked about you in therapy today." Andy admitted when she got home from shift one day, finding you with charcoal all over your hands and slightly on your face, working on a piece of paper stretched over a board.

"Did it help?"

"You're my saving grace. Even the therapist could tell." Andy replied, pressing a kiss to your cheek before spotting the charcoal smeared on your face.

"We also talked about salsa dancing."

"I would like to see this salsa dancing of yours, y'know. I don't know how to dance but... I'm scared I'll stand on your toes." You confessed, pausing as Andy started to wipe at your face.

"How about, I show you a little after we get this charcoal off your face?"

///

"Don't you have that hike with Jack Gibson today?" You enquired, gesturing to Andy's phone as she drove you to where she wanted to meet her father for breakfast. With you. She was taking you to meet her father.

"I'll text him, if you still want to go?"

"You sure your dad will even like me?" You paused, hesitant but Andy reached over to stroke your cheek after parking the car.

"I adore you, and it's not like he can tell me not to crap where I eat this time, you only wait outside the firehouse to see me or if Carina's not answering her phone."

"Yeah I've walked in on Maya and Carina enough times to say that if Carina's not answering her phone, she's involved in someone's vagina... Maya's, or a pregnant patient..." You grimaced at what you were saying, but Andy wasn't able to hold back her laughter as the two of you walked into the cafe, not seeing how Pruitt was watching, seeing how you two were holding hands and grinning.

He didn't mention it at the time, but admitted later, the two of you looked at each other like there were stars in your eyes. Like you each hung the moon. He didn't mention though, how you two were a better match in his eyes, than Andy and Sullivan could ever be.

///

"Wait, so you're related to Carina?" Jack enquired, turning his head to acknowledge you as you hiked behind him and Andy.

"She's my big sister."

"Have you met Maya yet?" Jack asked his next question, glancing between you and Andy in thought.

"Yeah, I walked in on them, then Carina invited me and Andrew, my big brother, over for dinner with her and Maya. She's very competitive, only time my brother and I won any games was when we played an Italian one."

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"Andy's never home. She's seeing someone, she wouldn't tell me before but I went on a hike with her and Carina's little sister earlier. Pretty sure it's her."

"I guess both Maya and Andy like Italians?" Miller replied, before his phone buzzed in sync with Jack and Vic's.

A four alarm fire turning into a five alarm.

///

"Fiamma... it's a beautiful day to save lives." You paused as Andy dropped you off on the street to walk home, away from the five alarm fire she had to attend to. Andy didn't know the reference but she nodded, love in her eyes as she headed away.

Andy didn't know the reference because you knew it from the surgical videos you watched with your brother when he was studying for his residency. He may be going into general surgery, but Derek Shepherd was almost a god in neurosurgery.

///

You didn't know what had happened at the storage unit fire until Andy was stood on your doorstep, tears running down her face.

Twenty bells were being rang that night, for a fallen firefighter. Andy's father, Pruitt Herrera had died venting a roof to save his team, to save his daughter.

///

Andy's gasp roused you from your sleep, sitting up immediately to check on her.

"Fiamma?"

"Whatever Warren gave me, it gives me crazy dreams." Andy wiped at her eyes, before shuffling into your arms, resting her head on your chest as you gently ran your fingers through her hair.

"The only thing that's okay about any of this, is that he went out his way. Dixon doesn't get to make that a bad thing." Andy whispered, closing her eyes whilst yours lingered on a box sat across the room.

The cremated remains of Pruitt Herrera.

///

"Um... Vic wants to talk to you?" Andy passed you the phone, having found you standing over a large board of stretched paper, sketching out something.

"Sure? I've met her once- hi, Vic... yes I have that skill, when do you want me? As soon as possible? Right, okay, give me half an hour." Your eyebrows were nearly in your hairline as Andy managed to muster up enough energy to raise an eyebrow at you.

"Vic needs some help with some stuff, will you be okay if I go out for a bit? There's lunch in the fridge if you're up to eating, fiamma." Kissing Andy's forehead as she nodded. You would be back as soon as you could be.

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"What did I just walk in on?" You raised an eyebrow, walking into Station 19 to spot Travis topless, in USA flag shorts, a USA flag top hat and his firefighter boots.

"He's July. For the calendar." Vic explained, holding back a laugh as you blinked several times.

"Isn't that rather objectifying?"

"See! I told you!" Travis gestured to you, reminding him of his comment earlier about feeling like a piece of meat.

///

"Okay, hold there, then whip your hat off like you're celebrating!" You instructed Travis as you and Vic worked on photographing him hanging onto the fire pole that was located in the station.

///

You were home before Andy woke up, promising Vic you would come back later when Dixon wasn't roaming around being an asshole.

///

"What is that arm doing? Where is Baby DeLuca? She's way better at instructing poses than you are!" Travis grumbled as he and Vic tried to photograph Maya for the calendar.

///

"I'm an orphan... I'm an orphan." Andy muttered to herself, her head lulling side to side before she met your eyes, "I'm an orphan."

"You've got me." You whispered back, offering Andy your hand to take.

"Do you talk to your dad?" Andy enquired, but you hid a grimace at the idea of talking to your father.

"Only Carina does. Andrew did, but he used him to try speed-run a medical experiment thing, so our father went back to Italy angry. I don't really know him, and what I do know... your father will always be a better father than mine."

///

Your phone buzzed with a message from Vic, asking how you would describe each pose for the remaining months of the calendar. Andy's head rested on your shoulder as she slept, leaving you to type out your message with your free hand, sending Vic enough details so she could formulate a decent fundraising calendar for Pruitt.

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"What is that? Oh my god, did you all do one?" Andy raised an eyebrow, looking at the fundraising calendar photo of Maya.

"It was all Hughes' idea!" Travis blurted out, before blurting out the rest, "Vic got Baby DeLuca to help too!"

"Baby DeLuca?" Maya raised an eyebrow, unaware of how well the firehouse knew you, whilst Andy smiled at the calendar, flicking through the pages.

///

"Where were you going stir crazy? You haven't been home lately..." Jack began, leaving Andy to sigh.

"It's complicated."

"It's usually just an address." Jack chuckled, but Andy sighed again, biting her lip.

"You've met her. We just haven't told Maya... or my girlfriend's older sister, who Maya happens to be dating, that we're dating. I've been staying at her's, she's my saving grace." Andy confessed, not meeting Jack's eyes but he was smiling, glad it was you, and not the other choice he had heard whispers about. Andy had not married her battalion chief after dating him for about a month.

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"Hey, cariño. Can you- can i get your opinion on this? I think there's something weird here, with my family after my mum died." Andy asked, finding you in the kitchen trying to sort out the homemade pasta that Carina had made for you and brought over whilst Andy was in the shower.

"I don't know what I'm looking at... fiamma, why does your mama look so sad in this picture?" You watched what you were saying, before passing the photo you found to Andy, who frowned at how miserable her mother looked, in a family photo.

"Where are you going?" You enquired, but Andy hurriedly kissed your cheek and ran out, grabbing her keys as she shouted, "I need to check something at the firehouse!"

///

Andy updated you with texts after that, you could tell she was mad, but then your older siblings turned up at your door. Andrew was struggling with his bipolar disorder and adjusting to his meds, and Carina didn't admit it at first, but Maya had cheated on her with Jack.

Andy's texts to you went unread as you left your phone on the coffee table, sitting in the middle of the couch with your older siblings leaning into you, taking the comfort that you gave. You didn't realise the parallels this hug gave at the time, but an old photo of a little you being hugged by a young Andrew and a young Carina became your favourite photo of you and your siblings as time went on.

"What do you want to watch?" You enquired as your brother laid on your couch, but you received no answer as he was fast asleep.

"Wow, okay... movie with headphones it is." You murmured to yourself, picking up your phone as it lit up with a message from Andy.

Fiamma: my mami is alive

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#andy herrera x reader #station 19 x reader #station 19 imagine #andy herrera imagine #carina deluca x sister!reader #andrew deluca x sister!reader #grey's anatomy x reader #grey's anatomy imagine

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Daryl’s Green(e) Jasper Revisited; A “Roch” In The Road

“Pilgrims Under The Field Of Stars” (part 2) (part 1)

The “Roch” in the headline is not a typo, it’s a reference to St. Roch, patron saint of dogs and dog lovers, also known for healing people suffering from plague and infectious disease, and that’s why it’s super interesting that Daryl finds the little green(e) rock as they’re quite literally out searching for antibiotics to combat the prison flu, or shall we say prison plague?

St. Roch, Rocco in Italian, in English sometimes called "Rock", was a pilgrim who was known for tending to, and healing victims of the plague. He became known as a protector against plague and infectious disease, and at one point he contracted the bubonic plague himself. He was healed when a dog came up to him and licked his wounds. He’s since been depicted in iconography always with a dog by his side and wounds caused by bubonic plague exposed on his leg.

He had “triumphed over the disease in his own flesh”.

To me, this reads like an obvious historical parallel to the Wildfire virus in TWDU. For someone who has been talking about dogs and their Sirius (reunion/resurrection/rebirth) symbolism for close to a decade now, it is quite interesting to see that St. Roch was healed from the bubonic plague by a dog. This lines up with the Sirius symbolism in TWDU in a really compelling way.

My hypothesis is that the Sirius symbolism on the show comes from both the story of Sirius the Dog Star, the returning star, as well as the resurrection symbolism associated with St.Roch, patron saint of dogs and dog lovers, who was famous for protecting against the plague and infectious disease. And in the context of Daryl's green(e) jasper, Daryl's "Roch" in the road, we see all of that on full display.

St. Roch's body currently rests in Chiesa di San Rocco in Venice, Italy, one of many "plague churches" built to protect the city from the numerous waves of plague that affected it through histoey. In fact, the word "quarantine" originally derives from Italian, and it specifically comes from Venice:

St. Roch, in addition to being patron saint for dogs and dog lovers, as well a known protector against plague, is the patron saint of Venice, along with San Marco. Venice, a major trading hub during the middle ages, suffered multiple plagues due to the extensive foreign trade, hence the invention of quarantine arrangements.

Why the history lesson, you may ask. Well, it's to demonstrate that St.Roch is not some random saint in the context of the green(e) jasper from 4x4 Indifference. His legacy is directly connected to the circumstances around Daryl finding the jasper, or the "Roch" in the road", if you will. Daryl specifically found the jasper for a woman who had been on her way into quarantine in A-block as they were leaving, and their entire mission revolved around finding antibiotics, or a "cure" against the "plague".

And, St. Roch, a pilgrim himself, is specifically tied into the pilgrim symbolism I talked about in part 1 the other day.

In TWD 4x4 Indifference, the prison flu/plague was at its height. People were dying, Glenn and Sasha were ill, and their only option was to go to a veterinary college Herschel knew about to scavenge what they could find of antibiotics. The theme here, as Daryl finds the green(e) rock in the road, is healing people from the flu/plague. My hypothesis is that the green(e) rock, a reference to St.Roch, protector against plague and known for miraculously healing plague victims, foreshadows the antibiotics they later will find, or basically the cure against the plague.

Keep this in mind, I’ll return to a “cure against plague” shortly.

There have been many interesting, well researched attempts at deciphering the symbolism around the green jasper over the years, and as we know, symbolism in TWDU is always multi-layered, it can have more than one meaning.

For me, the most obvious thing is that it’s green(e), it seems like an no-brainer reference to Beth Greene. Remember, this was before Beth and Daryl escaped from the prison together. Considering what we now know was to come for them, it seems plausible that the green(e) jasper would function as some kind of foreshadow of that.

Then there’s the fact that Daryl specifically got it for someone who needed it for her husband’s grave marker. In that respect, it’s tied to resurrection symbolism. Symbols on grave markers often include crosses, of course depending on the religious beliefs of the deceased, but I don’t think it’s far fetched to interpret the jasper as synonymous with a cross. And of course, crosses are resurrection symbolism, they’re tied to Beth in all kinds of ways.

Then there's Michonne's nod to the Sirius symbolism, when she made a joke about how the color brings out Daryl’s eyes:

It’s a potential reference to the one-eyed dog from 4x13 Alone, and also a potential reference to the “the heavenly beast with a star in its eye" as Robert Frost said in the poem “One More Brevity “.

"It's a good color". It's (Beth) green(e).

"It brings out your eyes". It's Sirius symbolism and a reference to the one-eyed dog from 4x13 Alone.

Also, don’t forget that Beth’s been connected to issues regarding eyes and eyesight since 4x12 Still:

It's Sirius symbolism, which is tied to St. Roch because he is the patron saint of dogs and dog lovers, and was always depicted with a dog by his side in iconography. And Sirius symbolism is resurrection/rebirth symbolism. St. Roch, patron saint of dogs and dog lovers, miraculously survived the plague himself, as well as being known for healing people from plague and infectious disease.

We see how the Sirius/dog symbolism becomes intertwined with symbolism pertaining to the plague, healing, and a "cure".

Remember Daryl got the green jasper for Mrs. Richards, she was going into “A-block” as they left. “A-block” was where they kept the people sick with flu in quarantine.

Mrs. Richards’ name is likely a reference to “Roch”. The names aren’t etymologically linked in any way that I’m aware of, but come on, you can hear it, right? Richards and Roch? They're not completely different. At the very least, they’re close enough to earn a substantial side eye from me…

The jasper stone, the "Roch" in the road", is associated with the flu. Or should we say “plague”….? And it's associated with being cured, healed, resurrected, reborn...

Remember TWD episode 7x9 Rock In The Road? TF went to The Kingdom to secure Ezekiel's support in the war against the Saviors. Ezekiel was reluctant, and Rick had to resort to storytelling and parabels to convince him. Rick’s story was one about the girl who was bringing her carriage to the market, but there was a rock in the road that broke her carriage and caused her to lose an entire cask of beer.

Beer = ethanol = cure. I’ve talked about the connection between ethanol/alcohol and a cure/pharmakon in many posts such as here and here.

And remember when I said above that the jasper represented the antibiotics they would later find?

And how in Rick’s story about the “rock in the road”, the girl lost a whole case of beer?

That came into play in FTWD 6x3 Alaska.

Dwight and Althea were out scavenging, when they came across a community in a high-rise building. This storyline tied into the CRM in that Althea was there searching for her mysterious love interest Isabel, who was A CRM pilot. Isabel’s helicopter was scheduled to land on the top of the high-rise, but Althea warned her that the property was infested with rats carrying the bacteria Yersenia Pestis, better known as bubonic plague- This is the bacteria that caused the Black Death during the Middle Ages, killing off half of Europe’s population. St. Roch was known for tending to victims of the bubonic plague, he was known for performing miracles, and he contracted the plague himself, but still survived.

In Alaska, Dwight caught the plague:

Without antibiotics, Dwight faces an almost certain death.

Althea, on the rooftop and in communication with CRM-Isabel, is told about beer in the supply crates:

As we've learned by now, "beer" in TWDU is directly associated with some form of "cure". Beer is "cure" symbolism.

And lo and behold! Next to the beer, she finds...

Ciprofloxacin, the exact antibiotic she needs to cure Dwight’s bubonic plague.

We saw in FTWD 6x3 Alaska how TPTB basically equaled ethanol/beer with antibiotics, essentially confirming the connection between "alcohol/ethanol" and a "cure". We've since seen this very theme multiple times.

In TWDDD 1x3 Paris Sera Toujours Paris, Fallou made a reference to the bubonic plague as they were moving through the catacombs. The catacombs are, according to urban legends, lined floor to ceiling with the skulls of the victims of the bubonic plague (I think historians would like to correct a few misconceptions on that, but regardless, that’s a version of history that’s well established in the popular mind):

“Here, we survived many apocalypses. We will survive this one too”. Plagues were common in medieval Europe…

Like I mentioned in part 1, the themes around pilgrimage came back in TWDDD season 1, when Losang namedropped Camino de Santiago to Santiago de Compostela. I also explained how the symbolism associated with St. Christopher is intertwined with the type of resurrection symbolism we see around Beth.

Beth, like St.Roch, is heavily associated with dog symbolism as well as resurrection symbolism.

Beth is the one in TWDU that’s tied up with dog symbolism the most. She IS dog symbolism.

And so is St. Roch, patron saint for dogs and dog lovers...

Daryl has proved to be a quite a dog lover:

And because St.Roch was also famous for healing plague victims, as well as miraculously recovering from the plague himself, we see here another way in which the Sirius/dog symbolism ties into themes of resurrection and rebirth, and themes of a “cure”.

St. Roch was a pilgrim, he’s deeply tied into the symbolism around pilgrimage, which became relevant again by Losang mentioning Santiago de Compostela. Remember, as I explained the other day, the pilgrim symbolism was quietly, yet unmistakably, introduced with Morgan immediately after Beth had been "killed" in 5x8 Coda.

As some sort of pilgrim, we watched him reach Father Gabriel's church, and it was almost as though he had reached his desired end point, the final destination of his pilgrimage. He "resurrected" the overturned cross, as though he metaphorically "ressurected" Beth. I likened Morgan to St. Christopher, patron saint of travelers, but St. Roch was also a pilgrim.

The green(e) jasper?

It foreshadowed the antibiotics they were able to find at the veterinary college in 4x4 Indifference, it foreshadowed the “cure”. The green(e) jasper is a metaphor for the cure. It was green(e)., and therefore potentially associated with Beth. And it is closely associated with dogs and dog symbolism, through St. Roch. The green(e) jasper is Sirius symbolism.

The other day I wrote about the Way of St James, or Camino de Santiago to Santiago de Compostela. I had seen hints of a theme of travelers and pilgrimage ever since Morgan showed up after Beth’s death in 5x8 coda. We’ve recently seen Losang bring it up in TWD Daryl Dixon. As we know, the working title of TWDDD was Pilgrim, so I think it’s fair to say that the pilgrim theme has been canonically confirmed.

In part 1 I mentioned how the symbolism around St. Christopher, patron saint of travelers (including motorists, hello car/trunk symbolism) was first subtly alluded to immediately after Beth’s death, then became canonically confirmed in FTWD 6x2 Welcome To The Club. We saw Daniel, a character who had survived a gunshot to the head, carry a St. Christopher medallion.

We later saw Madison, queen of death fake-outs in TWDU, survive getting shot point blank, in a Ford Mustang:

The St. Christopher medallion quite literally stopped the bullet and saved Madison's life. This is the type of resurrection symbolism St. Christopher provides to Beth. And it happened in a blue Ford Mustang.

St. Christopher is the patron saint of travellers, including motorists, and I would have to assume that includes kidnapped girls in trunks of cars. And the Ford Mustang symbolism is something we'we seen a lot. Most recently in TWDDD 1x6 Coming Home, when Carol drove a blue Ford Mustang and happened to lock some poor unsuspecting fellow (joking, he had it coming) into the trunk of said blue Ford Mustang...

Read more on Ford Mustangs and why they're resurrection symbolism here and here.

The symbolism around pilgrims was for a long time merely subtle clues, and I was entirely prepared to admit I was reading too much into something that existed mostly in my own head. However, with Losang explicitly mentioning Santiago de Compostela in TWDDD 1x6 Comimg Home, the symbolism of St. James Way, or Camino de Santiago became canon. Just like the symbolism around St. Christopher became canon in FTWD 6x2.

I started researching the symbolism pertaining to St. Roch around the same time, and I think it's just a matter of time before he will become explicitly mentioned too, canonically confirming the symbolism, just like St. Christopher and Santiago de Compostela. I believe we will hear about him soon.

#team delusional #bethyl #daryl dixon #beth greene #the walking dead #twd #twd daryl dixon #twddd #twd tboc #tboc

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haircoveredwriter · 28 days

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Discussing the new TBOC teaser and sneak peek

This was going to be more eloquent but 4.5 hours of sleep, only 1 cup of coffee, and tumblr eating my other 30 min creation of meta has left me with a scotch taped remnant. I apologize for the word vomit but I had too many thoughts about the promos, and after lengthy-late-into-the-night discussions with like-minded people (SHOCKER, yes other positive shippers) I needed to get them out.

Thank you to the wonderful people of the OG discord server (CR) for the discussion and glee last night, and all the time. Special thanks to @zehiiro for talking me off the ledge after Tumblr was a meta-cookie monster.

Teaser trailer

The entire voiceovers time were just Daryl and Carol. “Tell me a story” is Carol’s voice, albeit a little hushed and drowned in emotion but it’s her even if the screen wasn’t. TWD is famous for their misdirects in trailers w/ voiceovers from conversations not shown on screen. (Plus there is the film tracking of Caryl in a tunnel + the script notes about her claustrophobia … that’s all I’m gonna say).

“Daryl Dixon. He’s the only family I have left” This is super interesting to me on multiple fronts because 1) the many possibilities of when this is taking place timeline wise in TWDU since we have the ending of TOWL. Is this before or after? 2) either way whenever it is in the timeline, Carol sounds lonely and disconnected from the rest of those at home while/because she’s missing Daryl which is evident in her tone and word choice. Caryl are family…R!chonne are family. IMO the word doesn’t negate anything.

Carol’s fingers slowly grazing the map of Europe/France is just 😘. A subtle way without any words needed to show her longing for Daryl after finding out where he probably was taken without needing words.

Later we see her by the beached boat and on a rolling mountainside with Ash and 2 other newbies (most likely locals as the plane can only carry 2) and from tracking it appears they land closer to the Italy/France Alps border — I suspect for larger landing space for the plane. (Who knows if the newbs will last long or if the universe jinx will get them)

ALL THE BONUS POINTS FOR GIVING US CAROL ON HIS BIKE ANS WITH HIS CROSSBOW

I do wonder if Daryl’s line “where were you going?” is directed at Carol when we might get a final lengthy, overdue discussion of things between the 2 and find out what Mel meant by Carol holding something back?

Teaser trailer

Daryl’s whole aura and energy in this reminds me of how he was in “Find Me”. Uneasy, jumpy, unable to do the normally easy things for him bc he’s been apart from Carol for so long. Couple that with the story lines from Daryl in the other promo and imo it’s clear he’s still stuck in the same place he was in s1; trying to get home but constantly stopped by circumstance and/or people and it’s causing him mental unrest.

Not to mention now he apparently had to save Fallou, Emile, and some other guy in the back of Genet’s truck. (Looks like they could have used better bomb planning from someone like Nat😄)

After leaving Mick occupied in the trunk, Carol rides triumphantly into the gas station with quick glimpses of her innocent Nancy from Montclair mask. You just know someone in that group of guys is getting a bolt in some limb, and I can’t wait.

Expanding on the whole Carol in the gas station runs super close to a head cannon I have about how Carol finds out where Daryl went/how she meets Ash/how they pair up so I’m gonna leave it for now, but it makes me super happy if that’s the direction they appear to be going.

Let me know your thoughts and if you have any headcanons/ideas on where you think they might be going.

Until next time, guys. Caryl on.🌸❤️

#caryl #caryl positivity #carol peletier #daryl dixon #carol and daryl #twd spoilers #caryl speculation #twd speculation #carol loves daryl #daryl loves carol #caryl meta #twd: TBOC #book of carol

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idrkwhatthisisimsorry · 9 months

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Flying to Italy pt.1

Description: Y/N finds out her boyfriend is cheating on her with her best friend, and decides to take the trip she had planned with him to Italy anyways, but alone. But she meets Harry along the way, and so it goes... Does she decide to stay with Harry, or is it too soon and too fast? Or will she forgive her boyfriend? Only time will tell.

Warnings: angst, cheating

Word count: 1K

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A/N: hey! I haven't written in a while, and I have never posted Harry on here, but I'm on a serious kick with him rn and I've been thinking of this idea for a few days and I really wanted to write it, so here y'all go! I hope you enjoy, it's gonna be really good. This takes place in about early 2019 btw! Not everything is gonna be totally correct timeline wise, so just pretend it is lol

"Hey, me and Lily are going to go out tonight, I don't think Colin can come, are you up for it?" Jackson, my boyfriend said. I've been dating Jackson for almost ten years. We've known each other since we were fifteen, and we've been dating since we were sixteen. He's my rock and my best friend. But not as much as Lily. She's been my number 1 since we were about five years old. She's been dating her boyfriend, Collin for about four years now, and little does she know, he's about to propose when we go on our Italy trip in a few days together. I'm a little jealous because Jackson hasn't gotten the balls to propose to me, but I couldn't be happier for my best friend.

"Uhhhh, I might come later, but don't count on me, I have a lot of catching up to do on work if I don't want to work while we're in Italy. You guys gonna be in the same place all night?" I tell him. Any normal girlfriend would be skeptical of their best friend and boyfriend hanging out without either of their partners, but I've known both of them for so long to know that they're just good friends. We were just a trio throughout high school and college until Lily finally met Collin, and if I had any skepticism, that was all thrown out the window after seeing the way her and Collin were together. I would go as far to say they're even cuter together than me and Jackson.

"Yeah, we're going to R bar. If you don't come, it's fine, babe, I'll just see you when I get home. Love you." He said, as he gave me a kiss on the cheek and walked out the door. "Love you." I said back, as he walked out.

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I finished up enough of my work, and decided to go meet up with him at the bar. I quickly changed and did light makeup and got an uber.

I got to the bar and didn't see him or Lily with our group of friends. I walked over to one of them, "Hey have you guys seen Jackson? He said he and Lily were gonna be here with you guys tonight." I asked, still looking around the bar. "Uh, last I saw them was about ten minutes ago when he said they were gonna go get a drink from the bar, but I think I saw them walk off somewhere." Alex said, giving me a nervous face, which made me really nervous. I've never had reason to not trust him before, so I didn't expect what I was about to see and hear as I walked towards the bathrooms. I went into the women's restroom and didn't see Lily, and obviously I couldn't go into the mens, so I walked over to the single unisex bathroom door, and put my ear up to it. Someone was obviously having sex in there, very loud sex for that matter. I knocked, just in case my worst nightmare was coming true. "Busy!" A voice, very similar sounding to my best friend of twenty years, called out. I tested the door handle, and in their drunk idiocy they forgot to lock it, and I barged right in on my boyfriend fucking my best friend. Her small black dress, that she actually borrowed from me, hiked all the way up to her stomach, and his pants pulled down just low enough for him to be sticking his dick somewhere he shouldn't have.

The second he saw me, his eyes went wide and he immediately went wide and he pulled out of her and started to pull up his pants as quickly as possible. "Y/N-" "I don't want to hear it, Jack. The two people I thought would never hurt me. How long have you two been fucking behind my back?" I yelled angrily. "No no no no no, Y/N, this is the first time this has ever happened it was such a mistake, I'm so sorry, please, you're my best friend, I am so so sorry." Lily said, apologizing over and over again, as if those words could ever reverse her actions. I just stared at them in horror, tears threatening to spill over, my heart breaking as I knew I was losing the two people I cared about most in my life all in just five minutes. "Your sorry means nothing to me. I trusted both of you. I loved both of you, and you stabbed me in the back. I never want to see you again. Either of you. Might as well cancel your tickets to Italy once you're done fucking each other." I say, as I slam the door shut and leave the restaurant as fast as I possibly can and order an uber to the nearest hotel.

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I sat in my expensive ass hotel room contemplating almost every single life decision I'd ever made. How long had this really been going on? Was it really the first time? How stupid have I been? And what was I going to do about Italy? Where was I going to live? My brain was going a hundred miles a minute, while I just sat there crying in my short little dress I wore to the bar. For him. Because I knew how much he loved that dress. Loved. He didn't have the right to love anything about me anymore.

I was so excited for everything in the future. We were supposed to spend a whole month in Italy together, the four of us. I was so so excited. I never got to travel ever, my family never had enough money, and then I went to college, and then I had to work my way up in my career to have money and actually get time off. Jackson and Lily have both been to Italy before, so it's not like this is some huge new experience that they're going to miss out on.

I laid on that bed for hours just crying, and thinking about what to do. I was going to go to Italy and forget all about people that never deserved me.

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y2klostandfound · 10 months

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Review - Jet Set Radio Future on Evolution Magazine Vol.3 (Videogame Magazine) (Italy, 2002)

Translation in English:

(Page 54-55)

DISTRIBUTION - INFOGRAMES

GENRE: ACTION PLAYERS: 1-4 MANUFACTURER: SEGA DEVELOPER: SMILEBIT FORMAT:XBOX MEDIA: DVD-ROM

The concept of love, roller skates and a can of spray paint...

Almost two years ago, Jet Set Radio for the Dreamcast revolutionized the concept of modern video games. It wasn't a sequel, it wasn't a third-person adventure, it couldn't benefit from a character of attraction like Sonic but, despite everything, we were facing a great game. To tell the truth, it wasn't even easy to classify it in a precise genre; Jet Set Radio was an action game, but it had one feature that was increasingly difficult to find in this industry; the originality. Too bad that for most everything has gone unnoticed for the simple fact of running on Dreamcast. Fortunately, the European launch of the Xbox has resurrected a franchise deserving of the attention of the mass (yes: I said mass) of gamers.

The scenario of the action is a futuristic Tokyo of 2024, in which we will dart around with our "fireblade" model skates at high speed, drawing graffiti on the walls and performing acrobatic evolutions on all plausible and "grindable" surfaces. The aim of the mission, in the role of the young skater Yoyo, will be to recruit new members for our gang (after having regularly defeated them) and fight the terrible Rokkaku, a corporation that keeps the city on fire and acts with the complicity of the police local. This will chase us with any means, including tanks and helicopters! The whole adventure will be narrated by Professor K, a rebel DJ at the head of the transgressive private radio Jet Set. After passing the tutorial, disguised as the first level of the game, and having made the acquaintance of Gum and Corn (already present in the Dreamcast version ) we will be ready to dive into the most eclectic and fun challenge of our new career as writers: painting the walls of the city! And it's a real blast running around Tokyo, especially thanks to the beauty of the levels, some of which are truly jaw-dropping. Local traffic, crows perched on the roofs of houses, people in modern clothes who run away when they see us, everything has been created with particular attention to the refinement of detail. Unlike the first episode, in which the graffiti was created through complex rotations of the analog stick, now it is sufficient to press the R key (or the X and Y keys if you are in the air); understandable choice, if you take into account the fact that most of the graffiti you will have to do during the race. Jet Set Radio Future, in fact, is faster and more adrenaline-pumping than the prequel, and the emphasis was placed by Smilebit more on the stunts to be performed with skates than on the drawing of the graffiti. Precisely for this reason, to try to reach the most hidden areas to paint, we will have to learn how best to exploit the livery of our skates to slide (grind) on the most unusual surfaces (telephone wires, railings, stairs and lamp posts) and increase the thrust of our jumps. Furthermore, after collecting ten cans of spray paint, we will be able to activate the turbo boost, useful for having a greater thrust during the stunt phase. This effect is emphasized by the Xbox hardware through a spectacular screen deformation, which lets the gamer's jaw sink a few feet.

If all this were not enough, know that by continuing in the missions we will be able to select new characters, each with their own personal characteristics, from a rich roster that includes twenty-one skaters. JSRF is not only great playability: the originality and immediacy of the gameplay are accompanied by an equally valid technical realization. Graphically, Jet Set is one of the best titles to appear on Xbox so far, if not the best. The three-dimensional engine behind the Sega production is entirely in cel shading: although the environment is entirely polygonal, the less trained eye has the impression of watching and playing a real cartoon. The large number of moving objects on the screen at the same time immediately catches the eye; but the much-discussed slowdowns are very few and, certainly, not such as to negatively affect the gameplay.

The richness of details is astonishing: not only will you be "inundated" by polygons wherever you turn, but also the variety and resolution of the textures are incredible. The whole game is full of touches of class: lighting effects, lens flare used at best, stylistic traits designed to give greater dynamism and speed to the evolution of the characters, very vast and decidedly "alive" environments. And all of this shoots at an almost constant 60fps! Fortunately, Xbox Pai owners weren't penalized by the conversion: JSRF makes use of the 60 hertz mode, the image is full screen, without annoying black bars, and all the dialogues have been subtitled in Italian.

The audio part is no less impressive, with a soundtrack that mixes songs from the Japan and U.S.A versions of Jet Set Radio and adds new ones. The opening track made by Hideki Naganuma (The Concept Of Love) is already an editorial catchphrase, and we wouldn't be surprised if you started humming it habitually, too. If you own a Hi-Fi system with Dolby Digital 5.1 decoding, be sure to plug in Xbox and savor the sweet panning of Jet Set Radio Future. If you do not yet own it, you may be satisfied with the more classic stereo mode.

“...the originality and immediacy of the gameplay are accompanied by an equally valid technical realization.”

Some elements of the three-dimensional environments can be destroyed.

The characters are made up of polygons in Cel Shading and animated in a fluid way.

(Page 56)

THREE CHEERFUL GUYS OUT OF THEIR MINDS

JET SET RADIO FUTURE SOUNDTRACK

The Jet Set Radio Future soundtrack includes a tracklist created by artists from the American hip hop scene. The Latch Brothers, a group formed by three nice composers (Mike D, Tick and Wag), wrote and composed five tracks of the soundtrack of the title Smilebit. The chosen style varies from rock to hip hop, passing through electronic music that gives the title a greater futuristic atmosphere. In addition, the Latch Brothers have remixed the songs from the prequel (which we recall were played by the likes of Bran Van 3000, The Prunes and BS 2000), resulting in an almost unprecedented musical accompaniment. To top it all off, there are some "extended versions" by other musicians on the defunct Grand Royal label: Bis, Cibo Matto, Scapegoat Wax and Russel Simins. WaveMaster's Hideki has also left his mark on the Xbox version of JSR: by him the opening track "The Concept Of Love". A track that has already entered the Evolution charts ...

The Latch Brothers discuss with Smilebit the possibility of composing some tracks of the Jet Set Radio Future soundtrack.

After an elaborate discussion, the proposal is accepted! In exchange for three copies of the game, the Latch Brothers will produce five unreleased tracks and the remix of those from the last edition. Of course, the final compensation was quite different....

(Page 57)

On the longevity side, Jet Set Radio has some ups and downs: although finishing the game the first time will not engage you for more than 10-15 hours in total, the Sega title is not the classic product that, once completed, you abandon altogether. In addition to the aforementioned characters to unlock, we will have the opportunity to "learn" new graffiti as well as to create new and customized ones. In this way, we will be able to unleash our artistic talent and daub virtual walls with only the limit of our creativity. In addition, multiplayer ensures (if you have friends to play with) a good number of additional hours of gameplay. There are five modes available, supporting up to four players: City Rush, a real speed race; Tagger's Tag, in which the goal is to "tag" your opponent first with spray paint; Graffiti Wars, the "graffiti war," in fact, where the winner will be the player who manages to cover as many walls as possible with their graffiti (you can even draw over each other's graffiti), Flag, a nice variation of the "capture the flag" seen in titles with pronounced shoot-em-up ambitions, and, finally, Ball Hog, a race through the chosen level in the company of a ball that we won't have to let get out of our hands.

The latter mode is even more fun when played "cooperatively" together with a partner to whom you can pass the sphere!

Looking for flaws in a title like Jet Set Radio Future leads one to first analyze the framing system: often, in fact, the virtual camera, in the grip of the speed at which your "skater" travels, tends to lose sight of the centrality of the scene. Other times you will have to move on very narrow surfaces, and, at times, the too-close view will be the cause of easy and deleterious falls. Although in the long run this slight flaw can be frustrating, it will be possible, at any point in the game, to bring the virtual camera view back perfectly behind our backs by simply squeezing the left trigger of the pad (somewhat as happens in Capcom's Maximo). It is actually likely that you will still make it through all the levels without too much trouble.

The difficulty, on the other hand, could and should have been calibrated in a more thoughtful way: overall, Jet Set Radio Future is quite simple to complete and, in some points, it is boring having to repeat the same situation too many times; just think of the fight with the boss of the last level: to get to the platform where he awaits you and to be able to face him, we could take more time than the actual fight requires. Also, the streamlined nature of the graffiti certainly doesn't add to the hostility of the missions. In any case, these are minor flaws, which in no way affect Jet Set Radio Future as a must for anyone with an Xbox and looking for a fast-paced and fun game, but also exceptional to watch and... to listen to! And if you loved the prequel on Dreamcast, you really can't miss it: JSRF is worth at least double its parent! - Ornella Lepre

“... the Sega title is not the classic product that, once completed, is completely abandoned.”

This is the amazing screen warping effect you will witness when you activate the turbo charge

The dialogues are all subtitled in Italian and help to better understand the story.

CONTROL BOX - XBOX

PLUS:

- Breathtaking graphics that are smooth and full of classy touches - Original and funny - Excellent Pal conversion - Numerous multiplayer modes

MINUS:

- Framing system not always perfect - Simplified graffiti system - Long-lived but not infinite

GRAPHICS - 9

PLAYABILITY - 9

LONGEVITY - 7

SOUND - 8

GLOBAL - 8

An original title, fun to play, beautiful to look at and full of touches of class. A must for new Xbox owners

#jet set radio future #xbox #sega #jet set radio

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agendabymooner · 10 months

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london bridge ! daniel r. x måneskin member!ofc (wedding special - 1)

"drinks start pourin' and my speech start slurrin'."

summary: the alessandro-ricciardo wedding week begins when most of the grid travels to a remote island in italy. OR the stag/hen do had done a full 180 when the party turned wild.

content warning: use of explicit language, lando norris finding new besties (aka måneskin members), a wild sebastian vettel in a frat party /j, the drivers shaming each other's late night performances (lewis, carlos, george), reference to lewis' previous relationship (nothing personal)

note: i've been saving a lot of photos and occupying too much storage because of it. it's only right to post this now. enjoy xx

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landonorris posted a story !

danielricciardo and loressandro posted a story !

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thetrishalonso so that's where nando went after reading the kids their bedtime story?

alexalbon yes ma'am.

thetrishalonso so you guys are responsible for the awful gruffalo voicing tonight?🧐

georgerussell63 yes ma'am. i take full responsibility to such crime and i will be making it up for fernando. 🙂

lewishamilton your performance of m.i.a was really good last night bro 🔥🥶

georgerussell63 thanks lad. maybe you should do a pussycat doll next time 🧐🤠

landonorris georgerussell63 😟 girl...

carlossainzjr live fast die young bad girls do it well 🥵😈

georgerussell63 didn't you argue with lester in spanish?

carlossainzjr i was drunk and she was speaking italian 😭

landonorris carlossainzjr nah lad, you really took an L last night.

carlossainzjr landonorris i will take the fresh salmon from the sushi bar and throw it to you.

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user1 where's the poor groom lad 😭

user2 IS THAT SEBASTIAN VETTEL????

pierregasly we literally said "hey lando, daniel needs to go the front he needs to be in the centre of the picture"

mickschumacher lando, lewis was married last valentine's. this is daniel's week

alexalbon you're the flower boy too. smh. can't even fulfill your role.

charles_leclerc i can't see the groom

maxverstappen1 did you lose a sense of direction after your long island iced tea?

estebanocon where's daniel

carlossainzjr when you can see lando and not the groom. the levels 💀

lando.jpg STOP COMING AFTER ME WE WERE ALL PISS DRUNK 🤡

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harrysmimi · 2 years

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Baby's First Dance

Synopsis: One where Harry and YN welcome their baby girl

CW: Mentions of child birth.

More of my work | Insta Promt

When one if the most famous Hollywood celebrity goes MIA the media goes on after them for weeks and everything fizzles out eventually. But when it's two, creates a huge stir on media and internet.

YN and Harry had been very lowkey about their relationship since the very beginning. They met in Japan when he was vacationing there and YN was there to promote her new album. It did not took either of them to fall for each other.

It was very easy decision to move into her flat in London during quarantine, everything made sense.

Though it felt rushed to get married but it was to respect her culture, honestly none of them would change a thing about it. As soon as the lockdown was lifted, it was the first thing they did. Got married with just their families present at Harry's villa in Italy.

It was amazing feeling.

Especially for Harry. Not having to explain himself that people might hate her just because she is with him, not having to explain to her that they might have to be on watch for lurking cameras. She's all too aware of it all. Being in the industry her whole life, she knew exactly what came with it. She could careless about what people think of her.

Though it is not very subtle with Harry and YN liking and sharing each other's posts and going to each other's concerts. Everyone just thought they're good friends.

YN found out she was pregnant with by the end of her tour. It was the best decision she had made to pull out of touring again and taking a long break when she has been working since she was six. It was only fair for her.

Harry was ecstatic to hear YN give him that news and surprise him in New York when he was due to perform at MSG.

"Oh my god!" He exclaimed a coo as he was sat by the edge of his hotel bed, "baby!" He pulled her close by her hips.

"You're going to be Baba, Harry," she announced again.

"There is our baby in there," he mumbled resting his hand on her lower tummy, but opted to instead hug her thighs snuggle his head in her belly and trap her in between his legs. "I can't believe this!"

"Well, it is true." YN chuckled softly, "I want to keep this baby Harry."

"Of course we're keeping this baby then," he pulled back his head to look at her, "we're going straight back home after these last few shows, yeah?"

"Mhmm!" She nodded leaning down to button their mouths together, as she proceeded to straddle his lap and settle on his thighs. "We're having a baby!"

"We're having a baby!" He repeated, nudging his nose against her softly into a puppy's kiss before he pulled in a warm hug.

And god how Harry was excited to be a Girl Dad when they found out they're having a little baby girl at 20 week. He wouldn't mind having a biy either, but he wanted a girl to spoil and dress her up in all the Gucci he can get in her tiny size. Do her hair for her.

"Do you wanna know the sex of your baby?" Doctor asked as he checked for the measurements of baby.

"Yeah, we would like to know now." YN nodded.

They weren't doing a big and elaborated gender reveal but Gemma asked to get it written on a paper and she would plan a little something for them. She is an amazing aunty to the baby Styles already!

It was the same weekend when Gemma invited both their families for dinner at hers. They had an amazing night together, with loads of games and amazing food. Until Gemma pulled out a cake.

"Okay, we're not going with traditional pink and blue this time. It is going to Purple for girl and Green for boy. YN and Harry cut the cake now!" She handed a wooden knife to the couple.

YN's brother was taking a video for them on his phone. YN was rather nervous, her hands were shakey until Harry wrapped his much bigger hand around hers. He gave a assuring smile before they cut into the cake. YN gasped seeing Purple crumbs on the knife, she didn't know how harry was so calm. Cutting up a small slice he picked it up to reveal a pastel shade of purple cake.

"It's a girl!" Everyone announced.

It was then when everything became so much more real for both of them.

It was a busy day for Harry at studio. He was trying to get his new album finished as soon as he could just so he can spend time with his girls until everything is all produced. He was not going to touch work for at least six months. He was just getting few of his backing vocals test run when he recieved a call from his wife.

"Harry come home now," she spoke as soon as he answered, crying, "my water just broke."

"Hey baby," he cooed, "I'm coming home now okay? You're going to be fine. I want you sit down okay?"

"Uh-huh! Just hurry please I'm scared and I'm alone!" She cried.

"I am darling, I'll be there in five." He assured her and rushed home. Surely running a couple of red lights. He can afford to get a ticket than to have his wife and baby hurt in someway.

"Hey, hey it's okay!" He reached home the exact moment she was having an contraction. "Are you bleeding?"

"Yeah," she nodded.

"Okay, we'll go to the hospital now yeah? I'll get the hospital bag and a chage of pants for you." He ran upstairs and gathered everything in one trip. He helped her change her pants, it's been something he have been doing since she couldn't bend to pull up her pants. He also put on a pair of socks on her feet and her flippers.

"Wait, wait, wait!" She stopped him, "another contrac—" she huffed feeling another shooting pain in her belly.

"Breathe, baby breathe," he did the breathing excercise with her as he hugged her, rubbing her back gently.

"It's hurts so fucking bad," she groaned in pain.

"I know baby, you're so strong for doing this. Just 20 minutes yeah? We'll be in hospital then." He assured her.

"Uh-huh!" She nodded. She made him rush to the car before she gets another contraction halting her movement and delaying their visit to hospital.

She rather calmer than Harry expected her to be. She was freaking out not even two weeks ago getting Braxton Hicks and rushing to hospital on a false alarm. But this was clearly not false.

"Oh my god this is so weird," she chuckled.

"Why so?" Harry wondered.

"We're going to the hospital and we'll return home with a baby, it's like we're going to baby shopping." She laughed but winced when another contraction hit. "It is like baby shopping, with all the bills."

"I can't believe you can joke whilst being in so much pain." Harry laughed.

Once in the hospital, YN was hooked to iv and monitors. She was just 7 centimetres dilated whivh was not enough so they had to stay longer. It was already eight at night, none of them have eaten anything and her progress was slower than expected.

"Did you call Anne and Gemma?" YN asked.

"Just called your parents first, going to call them both now." Harry informed her before called his mum and sister.

It was nearly early morning when doctor came in to check in on her, they were up all night waiting for their baby girl to finally decide to come home. Harry and YN were nothing but giggles and smiles.

"I've never seen first time parents as calm as you in my 30 years into this field." Doctor said, "it is nice."

"I am not, I literally saw my you ger brother being born at home when I was eight. It was traumatising, but I know what to prepare for." YN answer making Harry chuckle.

"Was your mum having a home birth?"

"No, she'd had four kids, so her fifth dilevery was pretty quickly. Very quick actually." YN said. She's had an epidural at this point so she could at least drink some water without being in pain.

"It gets easier with each kid." Doctor nodded, "you're ready, we'll get the labour and delivery room ready for you, yeah?"

"Yeah." YN nodded.

"It's going to be easier for our next babies." Harry smirked.

"Oh my god Harry, let's have this one first." YN threw her head back on her pillow in defeat.

He was raving about the idea of having twins as to how fast YN started showing. But turned out Baby Styles is just a chunky baby. She weighs over eight pounds and ten ounces already on their last ultrasound.

Baby girl was born safely and everything went so smoothly. Doctor put the baby on YN's chest, she was a crying mess. Showing off her vocals chords and already challenging her dad that she could potentially sing higher notes than him.

"4.32 am. 1st of February." A nurse spoke in the room as soon as rhe baby was out.

"Hi baby," YN chuckled the gorgeous girl lied on her chest who's cried fizzled down rather quickly, "you are so gorgeous."

"Hey pretty girl!" Harry cooed.

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After baby was all cleaned up, YN and Harry got her back and she was also guided how to feed the little angel. She had a first big meal and dozed off to sleep.

"Are you crying Harry?" YN smiled seeing her watch the baby girl like she is made of moon dust and prettiest silver. Her cheeks were rosy and already chubby, she had a head full of hair unlike his when he was a baby but according to his wife she looks just like him. Jer lashes layed on her soft skin as she dozed off to sleep after a big first meal, puffs of soft air leaving her tiny pink lips, she lied there in her mother's arms wrapped in a green blanket and a sunflower beanie on her head.

"Don't you wanna hold her Hazza?" YN asked.

"She's so delicate, I, I don't want to hurt her." He said, like he's never seen a new born child in his entire life.

"You won't Harry, come and sit here." YN patted in front of he ron the matter of her bed, he sat there on the edge, "you just need to support her neck, she's the safest when with you."

He nodded, physically shaking away his nervousness away, as he forwarded his hands to take his baby in his arms for the first time. YN gently placed her in his arms seeing him visibly shudder and hitch. Her head perfectly placed in the crook of his elbow, she moved her head to make herself comfy in her deep sleep.

"Isn't she perfect?" YN mumbled.

"She is," Harry nodded in agreement, feeling his eyes well up with tears. "She is all ours. This is so real now." He brought her up to his face to snuggle her. The the same way he did when YN first told him she was pregnant.

"It is," YN said. She gave him a moment with their baby. Letting him soak in all of his feelings for her the best he could. YN even sneaked in a Polaroid picture of two of them for herself (she is sure he's going to steal it and put on his with a clear case). Luckily for her he posed for another one. A nurse was nice enough to take a family picture for three of them.

"Harry, it's your birthday!" YN realised. "Happy birthday!"

"This is the best birthday." Harry chuckled, looking at his baby sleeping in her cot now. "Thank you baby!" He went to hug his wife.

"I'm sorry I forgot Harry, I promise I will make upto it." She hugged him back.

"You don't have to, I wouldn't want to change a single thing now that I got a birthday twin." He mumbled, "thank you for the best present ever, she is the best thing."

"She really is." How could she not agree.

"Nurse gave us the documents to fill in, need our signatures on it." He informed her, picking up the notepad from the side table.

"Oh, can you fill it? I can't write with a needle in my hand." She suggested.

"Sure." He nodded and they filled up the documents together and wrote her name. He wrote her first and middle name which both of them settled on pretty quickly.

Juno Robin YLN-Styles.

"Harry, she is fine with just one last name." YN told him.

"She is also going to carry her mum's name with her." He said as he signed under his part.

YN didn't change her last name after getting married, she just added his after her maiden name. It was only fair for Juno to carry both their names. It warmed her heart.

"You can sign on it when they take this out yeah?" He kept the notepad aside, seeing her struggle tro grip on the pen.

Most of their families decided to go see the baby when she's at her home and safe to not overwhelm her, but only the Grandma's were going to visit the hospital as YN and Harry had so nicely asked for their help for this postpartum stage. It didn't look like it was anytime soon that they could get to go back home as YN was bleeding a little too much which doctor and nurses were taking care of. She just needed loads and loads of rest a bit was walking as her epidural wears out.

Harry leaned in to press a lingering kiss on her chapped lips, "thank you."

"For what?" YN feel him hold her free hand and lace their fingers together on her lap.

"For this." He said obviously pointing at their Juno, "my love for you only grows from here darling. I am so grateful you chose to give me a pleasure to be a dad. I always wanted that. Thank you for giving our Juno home to grow in your body for nine months. You're so strong for that."

"Harry's stop you're gonna make me cry." YN whined chuckled, he was already crying his happy tears. "I love you Harry. And it takes two to make a baby."

"Oh how I enjoyed every moment of that process," he said, his voise was low afraid Juno might hear him as he leaned in closer to nudge his nose against her softly.

"I bet you did." YN nodded. "I am hungry now. And it's starting to hurt now."

"You mum asked me to not to give you any outside food." He told her, "she's coming over with food for both of us. Apparently your confinement begins this very moment." He announces.

"No, I was going to ask you to sneak me some icecream." She pouted making a sad puppy face.

"I know, I will get you all the icecream you want baby, but after your confinement is done. It was your choice to go by the Indian Confinement for your postpartum time." He reminded her. "We're going by every word your grandma and mum says now. It seems so much better for you and out bean."

"I wanted icecream." She whined.

"I can get you ice for now, no ice cream sorry love." He felt bad turning her down but it was a better option than being killing by his mother and mother in law if she falls sick. Everyone seems to love YN a little too much for his liking.

He's a narcissist. But he loves her.

"You're lucky I love you," she huffed.

"And I love you more." He chuckled and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. "Are you hurting anywhere?"

"Yeah? I just pushed a 9 pounds and 6 ounce baby out of my vagina. But my legs hurt a lot." She nodded.

"You want me massage your legs for you?" He asked.

"Yeah please, thank you." She wasn't going to turn down a nice a massage.

"Try getting in some sleep yeah? I'll be here when you wake up."

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YN's mum had just left, she brought in a tons of healthy food for YN and of course Harry got to have some too. She also showed YN a few trick on how to help Juno latch on better jf she doesn't sometimes.

Doctor on the other hand recommended baby to have a skin to skin time her dad too. Harry loves cuddles so he jumped to it. Juno was halfway awake by then again. The first time was her Nani was there and she had her second meal and a diaper change.

She blinked open her big doe eyes trying to adjust to bright lights in the room. She had his big green eyes which were super dilated now but a ring of ring around her pupils was enough to tell them she has his eyes too. She is very calm so far, she slept through her first diaper change.

Harry was much more comfortable with holding her now. He held her tiny hand in between his pointer and thumb gently to see long fingernails on her tender fingers. He was afraid she is going to scratch herself for sure and they have to clip those soon. There was so much to admire of her, her tiny wrist, she was already a Michelin Man baby, her little belly full of milk, the dimples on the back of her hands as she flexed her delicate joints around his finger to grab his hand.

In that very moment he made a promise to never leave her hand no matter what.

He didn't know he was swaying slowly until his wife pointed out as she came out of the rest room, "are you two having your first dance?" She asked.

"Mhmm, we are." He nodded proudly. "Proud to say, I am her first dance."

He started humming to Just The Way You Are by Billy Joel and he swayed Juno who was blinking her eyes softly, already trying to keep up with her dad's antiques.

Don't go changing to try and please me

You never let me down before, mmm

Don't imagine you're too familiar

And I don't see you anymore

I would not leave you in times of trouble

We never could have come this far, mmm

I took the good times, I'll take the bad times

I'll take you just the way you are

And that was the truth. No matter what she chose to be when she grows up he would encourage her and lover her for who she is. Like he does in the moment. He had made an unspoken promise that he's never going to leave her hand if she needs him, even if it's in bad times to come even though he wants from all the best this universe has to offer his girl.

Don't go trying some new fashion

Don't change the color of your hair, mmm

You always have my unspoken passion

Although I might not seem to care

He's for sure going to be one those annoying dads. Who seem not to care just to get under their kids' skin. He was going to have his fun being a father. But ahe wants her to know already that she doesn't need to change herself for anyone. As soon as they start is better, because she deserves the moons and stars.

I don't want clever conversation

I never want to work that hard, mmm

I just want someone that I can talk to

I want you just the way you are

This is far away in future, but he just wants her be there for him and have a conversation about the most random thing. Sit on his porch sip on tea as he's old and grey. With her or her siblings if he decides to have anymore kids with his wife.

I need to know that you will always be

The same old someone that I knew

Oh, but what will it take till you believe in me

The way that I believe in you?

I said I love you, that's forever

And this I promise from the heart, mmm

I couldn't love you any better

I love you just the way you are, right

Now he understands why his mum says he is her baby even though he's passed his thirties. He can never imagine to see her past this phase now. Here in the moment holding onto her tiny frame, protecting her from everything wrapped up in a blanket close to his heart. He whispered every night to her when she was in her mum's womb that he loves her, and he wants her to believe that.

I don't want clever conversation

I never want to work that hard, mmm

I just want someone that I can talk to

I want you just the way you are

He hums along just for the two of them, creating his own little bubble to realise he was crying, again, and Juno was fast asleep, again. He sniffled on his tears and looked her and brought her up to press a kiss on her cheek.

"I love you so much," he mumbled. He have never felt this love before for sure. He set her down in her cot and wrap her up in her blanket again.

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It was the next morning when they got to take Juno home with them. YN was feeling a lot better and could walk around good, her bleeding was controlled and she was all healthy to go back home and rest with her baby.

"Welcome home Juno," he whispered to the baby in his arms who was a bit awake for her home coming.

"We're home." YN cooed watching her baby blink at her from her dad's embrace.

"I'm gonna give you a little home tour." He said, tapping onto her tiny chin and making her squirm.

YN sat on the sofa there watch him go around the house.

"Okay, were not going to live here. We have a new home being made right now. But whilst we here. This is where we make all the good food, it's mostly your Mummy cooking because I am shit at cooking." He went on from kitchen, "this is where we wash you poopy clothes." He said making YN laugh in the living room.

"This is meant to be your room but you're going to sleep with Mummy and Papa until you're a little more big." He showed her the empty room. Her nursery was being put together at their new house so they didn't bother to do anything to this flat, "this where you will be sleeping at night. You Mummy did an amazing job at picking out this cot for you."

YN heard him talking to Juno from their room, "we're going to move this to my side eventually. Your mummy says it's going to be on her side."

"I heard that Harry." YN called out.

He just laughed, "this is our balcony. We can't go out now." He continued, "this is the bathroom, it's not going to be interesting for you for sometime now. Just don't go playing into toilet water like your Mummy when you're a little big."

"Hey!" YN whined, "I still don't know why my mum told you that story!"

"Yeah, and how she washed you three times after that." He had a great laugh.

"I was two years old!" She defend herself.

"Sure."

He walked around the living room, showing her little nooks and bits. He definitely tired her out that she fell back asleep.

"Can I have her for sometime?" YN asked.

"I'm gonna go take a shower. Do you need me to bring you something so you don't have to get up?" He asked.

"No, I'm fine. Doctor has advised me to be up and walking." She shook her head, "I just want some time with her."

"You have about 20 minutes, I need to shave too." He said, glanced at the watch on the wall behind her briefly, "get all the time you can before I'm back clinging beside you two."

With that left Mum and Juno alone.

"You came on your Papa's birthday," YN told her, "we missed celebrating, didn't we? We should order a cake for him."

Juno let out a sleepy sigh. She is just two days old, it's turing to plan a last minute birthday celebration for her dad. But she agrees.

YN ordered a small Lunch box cake to go as it was just going to be him and YN. He took longer than he would and that was perfect as the cake in by that time. Their lunch and dinner was already made by her mother this morning before both of them came back home. YN had placed a frosting candle on it which came along so it wouldn't ruin the cake.

Harry came back downstairs all cleaned up, clean shaved though YN was in love with his stubble but she's sure he won't be able to shave it anytime soon again. He had changed out of the dirty hospital clothes into a comfy white shirt and grey sweats.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Juno's Papa. Happy birthday to you." YN sang to surprise him, holding the cake in one hand and Juno in other. She was still in and out of her sleep, she let put a other sigh, her small mouth shaped in a shape of O.

"Where did you get this one from?" Harry gasped taking the cake from her hand so she can hold Juno comfortably. They sat on the sofa and blew the candle making a wish. With the fork he scooped up a bite and brought it upto YN first. It was his thing since he has met her now, everything he gets she easts first, at least one bite. All the while Juno stared at both of her parents with big doe eyes as they shared the cake.

"You'll get it in a few hours through your milk." Harry chuckled looking at her, as if she wanted to have a bite or two herself.

"She has got your eyes." YN said, now her eyes appearing more and more clearer.

"She does." Harry agreed, admiring the girl they made together. Seeing her made his love for his wife grow even more, even if that was possible. "You want to go change up now?"

"Yes, please." YN agreed. "Can you change her up too, please?"

"Mhmm," he nodded, "you want me run you a bath?"

"Please. Thank you." YN agreed. "Can I have a bath though? Doctors had to put stitches up my hoohaa."

"Oh my god, you didn't had to say it like that." He shuddered.

"Hey!" She whined in defeat, "you said I can share everything with you. You're so mean."

"You can baby. But you didn't had to word it like that." He chuckled helping her stand up slowly. "Just take a shower for now, yeah? We'll as your mum or doctor tomorrow about it."

"Yeah."

It was going to be long momth and half staying at home for YN in confinement. It was going to be fun yet annoying to stay inside. But anything for Juno.

N O T E:

1. I loved writing this.

2. Please do lemme know how you like this. Leave a vote if you can. It really helps me encourage myself to write more.

3. Honestly I was gonna quit writing fanfictions now, but I had this piece half written so I finished it.

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