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tswiftupdatess · 2 days
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Scott Swift revealed to fans that 'The Tortured Poets Department' is his favorite album!
He can't wait for fans to hear the tracks 'The Tortured Poets Department' and 'Florida!!!'
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dnsbarbie · 2 days
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Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Nepo!OC
Summary: Sofina tells Charles about a conversation she had with her father and he reacts quite the opposite of what she thinks.
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February 27, 2024, a few days after Pre-Season Testing
It was a fairly sunny morning in Bahrain. The flawlessly trimmed grass glistened in the bathing rays of the celestial fireball in the sky. Three people stood under the heated air, sweat accumulating in their foreheads. The two men stared at the figure of their female companion with with a furrow in their brow and a tug on their lips.
They stood back and watched her swing her arm back, fingers gripping the club firmly. With a powerful force, a thunderous crack shot through the clearing as she hit the ball with the greatest precision.
Her friends behind her jolted at the sound, goosebumps rising in their arms and prickling at the back of their necks.
Charles snorted, slapping Pierre Gasly’s arm in the process. The french man responded by laughing at their own reaction, coming to pull against the sleeve of Charles’s shirt as they wheezed.
A groan of indignation cut through their hysteria, making both men seal their mouth instantly, slowly rotating their gaze at the agitated girl in front of them.
She takes the club, slamming it in the grass. The fierce contact caused soil to splatter on her white sneakers.
Charles hid his lips in his mouth while Pierre pursed his into a low whistle.
“Quiet.”
“I was—oof,” Pierre groaned, retracting his defense as an elbow jabbed into his side. Eyes narrow into slits, he glared at the prideful face of Charles as he rubbed away the pain.
“You’re doing great, Sofi!” He held his thumbs up, hoping to lighten the murderous look on her face.
“I can’t fucking believe he did that. . .” Sofina stressed, laying a slapping on her forehand.
“Why not? Man’s an asshole.”
Horror blasted on Charles’s face as he heard Pierre’s reply. His mouth agape as he stared at his friend.
Pierre brushed off his accusing gaze, motioning his hands to Sofina for support. “What? It’s true! We all know it!”
“Oh, yes. Let everyone know how much I despise our biggest sponsor,” Charles quipped, raising a brow at him.
Sofina muted out their pointless bickering, as she regulated her breathing. The excessive blood flow in her head throbbed painfully, almost as if it could burst a vein in any second. She fanned out her shirt, irritated by the fabric sticking to her slick skin as heat consumed her being. One could argue that her head was a hundred times hotter than Bahrain’s current climate and worsen the hole in the ozone layer.
The memory of her furry slammed back into her brain, jotting into a humorless laugh. “He humiliated me in front of important people!”
“Ey— what’s the big deal? Their just smelly old men—”
“What’s the big deal?”
Charles’s face twisted into despair, shifting his gaze to Pierre with a deep scowl on his face.
“Will you ever stop talking?” He sighed, massaging his temples with his fingers while Pierre shot him an apologetic smile.
“Those smelly old men happen to have a ridiculous amount of money that they were so graciously willing to give me,” She screeched, gritting her teeth. “And if it wasn’t for my dad’s malicious comments against me, I would’ve gotten the team more sponsors!”
“Sponsors?” Charles echoed, her concern suddenly taking his attention. His head tilted and lips thinned in wonder. “Why are you worried about our sponsors?"
Sofina’s saliva dried in her mouth, unconsciously making her wet her lips as her heart hammered in her chest. She swore the pounding could be heard in her ears, overpowering the words that were supposedly coming out of Charles’s moving mouth.
“Sofina?”
She gasp, stumbling backwards as her head returned to the world. Before she knew it, her leg got caught in her club bag, tripping her and making her fall to the ground in a soft thud.
In a second Charles was by her fallen figure.
A groan escaped her lips, a hand instinctively rubbing on her calf. She saw Charles’s hand approaching her throbbing leg and opt to hold his hand instead.
He snapped his eyes back at her, looking for signs of distress but only found a flooding dam of fear clouding her usual malt musing mountain gaze.
She swallowed the thick bile rising in her throat as she returned his stare, bracing herself. Her hand in his began to chill and quake, causing her to grip them harder.
In their predicament, Pierre had wisely chosen to take his leave, leaving the two alone to deal with the unknown situation.
“Promise me you won’t get mad,” She demanded, focusing her wide eyes on him. “And that you won’t tell anyone.”
“I promise.” Charles said without a hint of hesitation but his growing worry sent a shiver down his spine.
There were a few moments in Sofina’s life that made her wear that expression. Charles knows this because he was there through all of them. They were all dark and awful times. So, now that he had witness it again after a long time, he prepared for the blow of reality to come at him.
Charles squeezed her hand, reminding her of his presence. A sign of hope and someone who was listening.
Sofina applied a weaker dose back, trying again despite the rattling in her bones. “My dad said he’ll pull out all our brands and support if you’re not competitive enough this year.”
Nothing. Torturous silence punched her in the face. The empty grassland filled with wallowing in the ghostly rustle of the wind.
Charles’s lips parted, and Sofina immediately shut her eyes as if to protect herself from his impending response.
“That’s it?”
Her eyes shot open so strongly, she might’ve pulled a muscle. She squinted at him, similar to someone observing a newly discovered animal in the wild.
“Did you even hear what I said?”
“Well, yeah,” His laugh burned her core, finding it insulting that he thought it was rather amusing. He tugged her arm, leaning closer to her space.
Sofina resisted the pull, shifting her body in the opposite direction. The contents of her embarrassment was far too great to be at such proximity right now.
Nonetheless, her attempts were futile as he was able to overpower her strength.
Her shoulders drooped in defeat as he got the distance he wanted. A sharp intake of breath entered her lungs at the hot air of his mouth near her lips. His nose almost touching hers as his eyes bore into her own.
“You scared me,” He said, pecking her cheek and leaving her confused. “I thought he did something to you.”
Her brain pounded at his words, lines in her forehead increasing. “He did! Did you not listen?”
Charles merely sighed, offering her an empathic smile. “No, I meant— to you.” He pinched her cheeks lightly, earning a small protest from the back of her throat. “You— Not your company!”
The indication hackled at her system. Perhaps not clearly understanding the heartfelt weight of his words.
She reeled back from his hold, mystified cross in her brow. “I am talking about person me!” Her sneer went straight to Charles’s heart, forcing out a breath from the deepest parts of his patience.
“You know what I mean,” He drawled, getting to his feet and offering to help her up.
Sofina looked away, but nonetheless gripped his helping hand. “Alright . . .”
“Sofie,” He called, tugging her closer. Due to their differences in height, Sofina’s face plummeted at his hard chest when he unexpectedly cocooned her into an embrace. “It’s going to be okay. You don’t know what those people think about you yet until you’ve talked to them again, yes?”
Her grunt was muffled as she dug her fave further onto his shirt. “I don’t need to know. My dad said I was an unreliable child trying hard, and miserably failing, to sound like an adult.”
Charles wasn’t surprised in the slightest. The relationship between Sofina and her father was similar to pa maze without an exit. Mr. Saviano himself is an outspoken intimidating man who has done nothing but criticize his daughter’s every move.
“But you know that’s not true.” He insisted, tightening his hold on her as if to squeeze out her negativity.
“He still said it. You know they worship the ground he walks on,” She hackled, jutting her chin up to look at Charles’s face. “Long live Amarigo Saviano, patron saint of the self-centered and money grabbing.”
Charles made a razzing noise at the back of his throat, taken aback by the sudden insult. “Well—”
Sofina was also unable to contain a smirk as she saw Charles struggling to maintain a poker face. “You can laugh, it’s funny,” She muttered, laying her cheek below his breastbone, shoulders beginning to shake.
“No . . . uh— heh, as I was saying— stop laughing!” There he goes, infected by the girl shamelessly giggling at her own joke.
“Oke. . .” She tried, burying her head on the soft material of his shirt.
Charles cleared his throat, but the smile on his face remained. “I spoke to Nicolas this morning and he said there was someone who didn’t seem to care about what your father said at that party last night . . .”
Doubt and curiosity simmered in Sofina’s veins at his claim. “He was probably too drunk to actually comprehend what he was saying, then” She scoffed.
Charles continued, paying no mind to her reply. “Maximilian Rothchild doesn’t look like a heavy drinker,”
At that, Sofina’s head shot up from his chest, eyes wide as if she’d seen an alien. “You’re kidding . . . Charles I fucking swear—“
“He called Fred, asking about the team and was hoping to set up a meeting with us as soon as possible.”
“Holy shit . . .” She squealed, airy and full of disbelief. “Maximilian Rothchild, huh?”
Charles’s lip tugged into a teasing smirk at the look on her face. “Didn’t you go out with him?”
She grimaced, lip curling in distaste at his allegation.
It wasn’t an allegation at all. She did go on a date with him a several years back when she went to high school in France. It didn’t blossom into a relationship as they both hope it would due to unforeseen circumstances between their families.
“It wasn’t anything serious.” She muttered. “He thought I was pretty and asked me out, he wasn’t bad to look at either so I agreed— you know this story already,”
Charles chuckled at the flooding irritation in her voice, finally nodding to relieve her from the storm of ragging in her eyes.
“You agreed, you went on the date and completely blew it,”
Sofina whacked him in the shoulder, a frown forming at her lips. “No I didn’t! Our families were— and still are business rivals. But I still don’t get the point of trying to square up to such influential people . . .” She shook her head.
The Rothchilds have been around longer than the Savianos. Back then, it was clear that they were barely at the fourth of their efforts when they mercilessly dragged the Saviano name into the mud and dubbed them as “Amateur Magnets”.
The insult did not leave a scratch on Sofina’s pride, and truthfully she found it more hilarious than embarrassing, for she wasn’t delusional enough to believe they would ever stand a chance against a family who established the whole European banking system. The Rothchilds had every right to throw stones at them. Biting the hand that feeds you never ended well for anybody.
Her father was picking a fight he had already lost the moment it began.
From then on, he declared never to bring a Rothchild before him and in his home.
“When you say he wants a meeting with the team, does that include me?” Sofina wondered.
She may have a big impact on the team but her properties solely remain in brand sponsorships. Due to her age and naivety, according to her father, she cannot touch into the her father’s duties to Ferrari when it comes to team negotiations.
“Definitely.” Charles reassured, head titled down to her glazed gaze. “He said he wanted to talk about sponsoring the team, not buying stocks. So technically, that means for you.”
A smile twitched on Sofina’s lip as she heard Charles’s explanation. “When did become such a smart-ass?”
He laughed, eyes glistening with mirth. “I listen when you talk.”
As if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
“Glad I can contribute to your knowledge.” She scoffed. “It will come handy one day, just you wait.”
Charles glances down at Sofina, a crease drew on his brow as he observed the same expression on her face.
“You look like you’re about to burst a vein,” He addressed the changed in her mood as he squeezed her side, attempting to bring her head back on earth. “Out with it.”
Sofina extended her hand to flick softly at his cheek, causing him to grimace and glare down at her.
Sofina smiled but sighed, shaking her head. “You’re not a bad driver, Charles . . . I hope you know that.”
Charles kept his gaze at her despite having laid her head back on his chest. Away from her view, the stress on his face carefully melted into a look of delicacy. Fondness bloomed at his chest further more as her grip on him tightened, nearly knocking all the words from his brain.
He cleared his throat, and found himself chuckling at the sipping feelings spilling through his devices.
Sofina’s face twisted into curiosity at his sudden display of amusement. She was about to crane her neck upwards to catch a view of what got him laughing but was denied of this as a palm panned on the back of her head, pressing her back onto her previous position on Charles’s body.
Charles ignored her muffled complaints, his fingers dipping into the seams of her hair and ultimately taking out the clip that held it in a poised bun. He watched as her mahogany tresses flowed through her back, internally shivering as it caressed the arm he had wrapped around her waist.
He admired the bright change of tone as her locks attracted the rays of the sunlight, creating a hypnotic reflection on her head that seemed to take half of what’s left of his consciousness.
The short circuit of his brain took effect as his hands worked faster than his mind. His fingers tipped her chin up, immediately being taken by the delicate features presented upon him.
A pout sitting prettily on her lips as she looked up at him. “Give me that . . .” She huffed, taking the plastic hair clam from him.
He let’s her take it. It’s hers after all. He’ll give her everything in a blink of an eye if she asks. One look from her has him going blank and as her voice floods his head, a pinnacle of sanity whispers in his ear to kneel at her feet and be at her side overrides any form of reason that might pull him away from this angelic fate.
No, he can never tell her that. So instead, he smiles and lays a kiss on the crown of her head, hoping to vanish his silly fantasies.
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cusimamastermind · 1 day
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What if Taylor Swift’s ‘Republic Records’ albums had stolen versions?
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I love this concept so much, my favorite is the evermore concept.
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longliv3 · 13 hours
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Then & now🥹I don’t know how it gets better than this🫶🏻
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lilithism1848 · 3 days
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jamespotterbbg · 2 days
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violet-rex · 1 day
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Eras Tour… so far
@taylorswift @taylornation
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How it started vs. How it's going
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sanjannaa18 · 1 day
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1 year of the eras tour!! So heres a sneak peak of my next drawing🫣
@taylorswift @taylornation
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tswiftupdatess · 2 days
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The Eras Tour started 1 year ago today!
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rainbowfelions · 1 day
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1 Year of The Eras Tour 🫶🏼
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madelineom · 2 days
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🎶”karma is a cat”🎶
“this song is about me!!!!”
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cusimamastermind · 2 days
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The Eras Tour (Taylor’s Version) posters I made (for each era)! Use as you wish :)
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FINAL ROUND
🎇Please reblog!🎇
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longliv3 · 13 hours
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Trying to be more active again! Who else has watched The Eras Tour (Taylor’s Version) everyday since it has come out on Disney+😍
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