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[iamlisteningto]

U’s Haven In A Heartfelt World

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[justabrunettewhowrites-stuff]

Can you write a part to to the night that everything fell apart fix you wrote I need a happy ending!!!

'Eclipsed by Shadows, Bathed in Light'

Clarisse La Rue x DaughterOfApollo!Reader

A/N:Sure I can!Tysm for requesting!I hope you like it!💞

Part 2 of 'The Night Everything Fell Apart'

Days passed in the quiet realm of the infirmary, where the air hung heavy with the collective worry of demigods who had faced battles against monsters but were helpless against the internal struggles of one of their own. Clarisse, a daughter of Ares known for her strength and fierceness, found herself in an unfamiliar territory of vulnerability.

The infirmary, once a haven for sorrow, now bore witness to a different kind of healing. The demigods outside the room felt a collective exhale as hope was rekindled in the face of adversity. Clarisse stayed by your side, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Days turned into weeks in the infirmary, and Clarisse remained a constant presence by your side. The weight of grief hung in the air, but amidst the somber atmosphere, there was a flicker of hope that refused to be extinguished.

And finally,one night, as the moon bathed the room in a soft glow,Clarisse sat by your bedside, her gaze fixed on your still form.The wounds you had inflicted upon yourself were healing, but the true battle lay within the realm of consciousness. She held your hand, intertwining her fingers with yours, silently urging you to return to the world of the living

Clarisse found herself speaking to you, not knowing if her words reached your unconscious self. "You better wake up, you stubborn idiot," she muttered, a mixture of frustration and affection in her voice. "I can't handle losing you like this."

Then, as if in response to an unspoken prayer, your eyes fluttered open. Clarisse's breath caught in her throat, and she leaned in, her eyes searching yours for a sign of recognition. In that moment of uncertainty, she decided actions would speak louder than words.

Eyes fluttering open, you found Clarisse by your side, and a faint smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "Hey," you whispered weakly.

Without uttering a single syllable, Clarisse pressed her lips against yours in a passionate and heartfelt kiss. It was a declaration of emotions that transcended the boundaries of spoken language.The kiss held the weight of unspoken fears, shared pain, and a glimmer of hope. It was a testament to the resilience of hearts that could find solace in the warmth of each other.

As the kiss lingered, a tear escaped from Clarisse's eye, falling onto your cheek. She pulled back slightly, her forehead resting against yours, and whispered, "Don't you dare leave me like that again."

Clarisse's eyes glistened with unshed tears of relief. "You idiot," she choked out, her voice a mix of laughter and tears. "Do you have any idea how worried we all were?"

"I thought I lost you," Clarisse admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

You reached up, fingers brushing against the scars on her hands, a testament to the battles she had fought for you. "You didn't. I'm here, thanks to you," you replied, a glint in your eyes that mirrored the stars themselves.

"Promise me you'll never put me through that again." Clarisse whispered

You smiled, a promise reflected in your eyes. "I promise. I'm not going anywhere, not without you."

And in that night,you and Clarisse found solace in each other's arms - tightly embracing eachother and a promise lingering in the air - a promise of a future filled with love, strength, and the resilience to face whatever challenges lay ahead...

A/N:For everyone who wanted a happy ending! <3

Part one here!

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[charlesslut16]

-He's sick-

summary : Sebastian is sick and you and yourk kids do everythingf you can to help him recover...

PAIRING : sebastian vettel x fem!reader

WARNINGS : none

note : i hope that you like this!

december masterlist ; masterlist   

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ You woke up to the sound of gentle sniffles coming from your husband, Sebastian's, side of your shared bed. The soft morning light filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow on his face as he stirred restlessly.

He was clearly not feeling well, and it was evident from the way he shifted uncomfortably under the blankets. Either he threw them away, because he was hot or the other way around, he held the blanket to him, as he was cold.

"Seb, my darling, are you okay?" you murmured concerned, reaching out to feel his forehead. It was warm, not alarmingly so, but enough to confirm that he had definitely caught a sickness bug.

Sebastian's voice was hoarse as he responded, "I think I've got a little bug, my love, nothing major."

Your heart went out to him. He rarely felt ill, but when he did, it was like the world had turned upside down. Today was supposed to be a relaxed day with the kids, full of fun and activities.

But plans needed to change now, and you were determined to make it as comfortable for him as possible. He needed to recover swiftly, because you hated when he felt off.

"Okay, my love, don't worry. I'll take care of everything," you assured him, gently kissing his forehead before slipping out of bed. Today was his day to do absolutely nothing but relax.

First things first: a comforting and tasteful breakfast for your loving but ill husband. You prepared a pot of steaming hot tea, a bowl of chicken soup, and some toast.

The aroma wafted through the whole house, and even though Sebastian's appetite was subdued through his sickness, he managed a few sips of tea and a spoonful of soup.

Meanwhile, the kids, full of boundless energy, burst into the room with wide eyes and curious expressions. They were confused that Daddy wasn't there in the morning to wake them up.

"Is Daddy sick?" your youngest asked, concern etched on their little face.

You nodded, crouching down to their level.

"Yes, sweetheart, Daddy's not feeling well today. We need to make sure he gets lots of rest and feels better soon, so we can play and have lots of fun as we had planned, okay?"

Their little heads bobbed in agreement to your statement, and with that, the mission to cheer up Daddy began. The whole day would be devoted to helping daddy feel better.

Throughout the day, the house was transformed into a makeshift haven of love and care. The kids gather their toys and books, setting up a cozy nest beside the bed.

They brought their favorite stuffed animals to keep Sebastian company and insisted on reading stories aloud, their voices a melodic chorus that filled the room.

You brewed more tea for your husband, bringing it in a cheerful mug with a bright smile. Even if you didn't want to admit it, secretly you loved taking care of Sebastian.

"Honey, I made you some herbal tea. It'll help soothe your throat."

Sebastian's lips curled into a weak smile, touched by the thoughtful gesture. "Thank you, love."

The day unfolds with a blend of tender moments and laughter. The kids created handmade "Get Well Soon" cards, decorating them with colorful drawings and heartfelt messages. They sang songs, trying to make up lyrics that would magically cure Daddy's sickness.

As evening approached, you prepared a simple yet nourishing dinner. Nothing fancy, just comforting food that might entice Sebastian's appetite. He managed to eat a little, and though his spirits were low, the love and care surrounding him uplifted his mood.

Before bedtime, you gathered the kids around for a family hug. "Let's send Daddy lots of healing hugs and positive thoughts so he feels better tomorrow," you suggested, and the kids nodded enthusiastically, wrapping their little arms around Sebastian.

As the day winded down and the kids drifted off to sleep, you tucked them in, whispering promises of a brighter tomorrow. Turning to Sebastian, you saw him looking at you with gratitude shining in his tired eyes.

"You're amazing, you know that?" he whispered, his voice still raspy.

"It's what we do for our loved ones," you replied softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "You just focus on getting better, okay?"

And as the night settled in, you lied beside Sebastian, holding his hand as he drifted into a peaceful slumber, surrounded by the love of his family. Tomorrow would bring a new day, hopefully, one where the sickness bug had bid adieu, leaving behind memories of a day filled with love, laughter, and unwavering support.

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[ahmeduxui]

Rescue the Zourob family in Gaza, bring hope.

In the heart of this destructive war in Gaza, lives Ahmed Zourob, whose life has witnessed a tragic downturn. It occurred on one of the early days of the war when they believed it wouldn't last long. However, harsh reality shocked Ahmed and his family in unimaginable ways. During an online work meeting, a massive explosion shattered their home and dreams, claiming the lives of their innocent loved ones.

Fear and death became their companions as they fled several times to relatives, seeking shelter. Disasters continued as their uncle's house collapsed in another explosion, resulting in the loss of 30 of their relatives. They managed to rescue only their aunt from under the rubble, in need of urgent medical care. They returned to displacement, searching for a safe place.

Their tragedy persisted, and as they tried to rebuild, disasters recurred. Bombardment struck their displacement location again, causing the death of nearly 90 people from their family. The dream of a normal life seemed elusive, and hardship dominated their lives – no safe haven, no electricity, no water, and none of life's essentials.

Now, with only six people left, Ahmed and his family face the daunting challenge of survival. The responsibility for their well-being falls solely on Ahmed's shoulders.

The situation didn't stop there, as the occupation approached their displacement site, threatening more misfortune. Ahmed, the young man with dreams and aspirations, now faces losses in every aspect of his life. He needs your support to travel to Egypt, where donations can serve as a lifeline for him and his family.

Despite Ahmed's hard and efficient work, life surprised him with harsh turns. Now, he must confront the challenges of dark nights and despair. With your support, Ahmed and his family can rise from the ruins of war and the harsh ordeal they are going through. Every donation represents a glimmer of light in the darkness of their lives, an opportunity to rebuild their shattered hopes.

If you would like to contribute and support Ahmed and his family, please consider donating through this link. Your generosity can make a meaningful difference in their lives.

This is my story

Eng Ahmed Zourob

Your support means the world to us! Sending heartfelt love from the core of Palestine.

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[saraswritingtipps]

Some love realization prompts to evoke those heartfelt moments in your writing

1. The Glimpse of Perfection:

"As he watched her from across the room, a sudden realization washed over him like a wave. In that very moment, he saw her imperfections and quirks as the most beautiful aspects of her being, and he knew he was helplessly in love."

2. The Puzzle Pieces Falling into Place:

"Through all the ups and downs, he couldn't ignore the profound connection they shared. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring them together, and in that magical moment, he realized that she was the missing piece he had been searching for."

3. The Echoing Laughter:

"Her laughter echoed in his ears, filling the air with a symphony of joy. And as he found himself laughing alongside her, he realized that her happiness had become inseparable from his own, and he knew deep in his heart that he was falling madly in love."

4. The Comfort in Vulnerability:

"In the quiet moments of vulnerability, she shared her fears and dreams with him, trusting him with her deepest secrets. And as he held her in his arms, he realized that he had become her safe haven, and his love for her blossomed in that tender embrace."

5. The Magnetizing Presence:

"Whenever they were apart, a void consumed his heart. But in her presence, everything seemed brighter, lighter. It was in those moments, when her mere existence filled him with warmth and contentment, that he knew he had fallen deeply in love."

6. The Unforgettable Gesture:

"She stood before him, holding a bouquet of his favorite flowers. As he accepted the gift, their eyes locked, and he saw the thoughtfulness and care etched in her gaze. In that instant, he realized that her happiness was his priority, and his love for her grew immeasurably."

7. The Shield Against the Storm:

"Through life's challenges and storms, she stood by his side, offering unwavering support and encouragement. In those difficult moments, he recognized that her love was his anchor, shielding him from the tempests of life, and he couldn't imagine a future without her."

8. The Mirror of Reflection:

"He found himself reflecting on his life, tracing the paths that led him to this moment. And in that introspection, he recognized that she had become an integral part of his story—a presence that had transformed his world, and he embraced the love that bloomed within him."

9. The Whisper of Destiny:

"As their eyes met, a sense of familiarity washed over him. It was as if their souls had known each other in a different time and place. In that profound connection, he realized that their meeting was no mere coincidence but a destined encounter, and love unfurled within him."

10. The Clarity of Silence:

"In the quiet moments of shared silence, he felt an indescribable peace enveloping his heart. It was in those wordless exchanges that he recognized the depth of their connection, and the realization struck him—she was his soulmate, and he was unequivocally in love."

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[shepherds-of-haven]

Happy New Year, everyone! I thought it would be fun to do a little retrospective on the game's progress over the last year... Shepherds of Haven has grown so much from the little demo I posted in January 2018, and it continues to steadily build and flourish in so many different and exciting ways! Here's a look at just some of the things we accomplished in 2023!

I added 143,151 words to the game (2.5 main chapters, 8 new character interludes) in 2023: the equivalent of writing the longest Lord of the Rings book in one year! We also broke our huge 1 million word milestone—without including code—meaning Shepherds of Haven is now officially twice as long as War and Peace, and almost as long as the entire 7-book Harry Potter series... and all in a single game!

A lot goes into game creation behind the scenes, including the coordination and creation of visual assets for the game—like character cards, codex entries, maps, portraits, and backgrounds—fun stuff for the fans (like the MC info template we created), and songs for the official soundtrack. As the game creeps slowly and determinedly towards its initial completion, that also means learning new things as a solo developer to prepare for the future, like learning to build an official website, researching business and tax practices, and beginning to think about how to conduct testing, publishing, and marketing down the road. Much of what I enumerate here hasn't been made public yet and will continue to cook in the background for a while, but I'm very proud of the work I've gotten done this year and will be excited to unveil more in the future!

And of course, for even more Shepherds of Haven content, I've added and completed even more stories for our little library on Patreon (which also has sizable word count at this point): The Bridge of Bones (a Trouble and Riel murder mystery), O Happy Dagger (a dark adventure featuring Briony, Chase, and Red), and The Hunt (a wild tale involving Tallys, Halek, Shery, and new kinds of spirits, fey magic, and Elves) were all serial stories completed in 2023, while Some Kind of Virus is a cyberpunk zombie apocalypse AU that will continue to be updated with new chapters monthly.

A full list of the Shepherd short stories and serial novellas (with links) can be viewed here!

I hope you enjoyed this session of Shepherds of Haven Wrapped! Honestly, this doesn't actually cover everything I've been working on, but some things can't be packaged and listed out neatly, or otherwise won't seem very interesting to anyone else but me! 😂 As we inch through Chapter 9 and get more interludes done (only a few more main chapters to go), I'm hopeful that I'll also be able to find time to work on my next novel, but we'll see if the Shepherds schedule ends up ramping up or settling down as we work steadily towards finishing the main story!

One important thing before wrapping up is to acknowledge your guys' role in this wonderful, wild journey. I want to express my heartfelt gratitude to each and every one of you for your invaluable contributions to the development of Shepherds of Haven. Whether you took the time to share links to the game, supported its growth on Discord or Patreon, left encouraging messages or asked interesting questions, reported bugs, or showcased your remarkable works of fanfiction or fanart, I am sincerely thankful for the unwavering support from this amazing community! Your collective efforts have played a pivotal role in shaping the world of the game into what it is today. Words cannot adequately convey my gratitude for your support, and I am truly blessed to have such a passionate community surrounding this project.

As we step into 2024, I am filled with anticipation for the developments awaiting Shepherds of Haven. Big things are on the horizon, and I am so excited to share these experiences with you! Thank you for being an integral part of this journey, and here's to the continued growth of our shared little world. Cheers to 2024—may it be a year filled with creativity, adventure, and joy! 🎊

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[yourdaddyfigure]

You know, when it comes to cherishing the people we love, it's like holding onto a treasure that's more valuable than all the riches in the world. It's about embracing the moments, big and small, that we share with them. It's about celebrating their quirks, their laughter, and their presence in our lives. It's about recognizing that time is fleeting, and that every second spent with them is a gift to be cherished.

In a world that can sometimes feel chaotic and uncertain, the people we love become our anchors, our safe havens. They're the ones who see us at our best and our worst, yet love us unconditionally. They're the ones who make us feel seen, heard, and understood. They're the ones who bring light into our darkest days and make our happiest moments even brighter.

So let's not take these precious connections for granted. Let's make the effort to show our love and appreciation every chance we get. Let's create memories together, whether it's through shared adventures, heartfelt conversations, or simply being there for each other in times of need. Let's remind them, through our words and actions, that they are cherished beyond measure.

Because in the end, it's the love we give and receive that truly defines our lives. It's the connections we forge and nurture that bring us joy, fulfillment, and a sense of belonging. So let's hold onto those we love tightly, and let them know, every single day, just how much they mean to us.

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[slytherheign]

WE WERE HAPPY | max verstappen

A BONUS PART OF BROKEN GLASS AND HONEY SERIES.

CAN ALSO BE READ AS A ONE-SHOT.

PAIRINGS: ex!max verstappen x fem!reader, slight daniel ricciardo x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 1.1k

SUMMARY: max reminisces the past while still hoping there will be a future with you.

WARNINGS: breakup, allusions to a hidden relationship, feelings of hurt and regret. let me know if i missed any warnings. [⚠︎︎RATING: 16+]

AUTHOR’S NOTE: inspired by taylor swift’s song with the same title. i’m saying sorry in advance for hurting y’all lmao enjoy the first bonus part of the series!

DESTINATION: Angst Avenue | GO TO SERIES MASTERLIST or GO BACK TO THE STATION.

Judgement.

The very thing Max had to endure from his waking day to his resting night.

Society had this insatiable hunger for every detail of his life. It was as if he was living in a fishbowl, constantly under the microscope of public opinion. And while some people were fine handling the judgment and the unsolicited advice, he didn’t want to handle them.

Love, to him, was something pure, something tender that deserved to be nurtured in privacy and solitude. He wanted to protect its fragile beauty from the harsh winds of judgment that inevitably blew his way. There was something incredibly sacred about love when it was shielded from prying eyes. When it was allowed to blossom in the quiet corners of life, away from the constant scrutiny of the world. It felt like a precious secret, something that only you and he held dear, and that was what he wanted to protect.

He knew that for something to be protected, it needed a shield.

And that was what he did—a shield. He created one just for you.

He had seen just what would happen when relationships became public knowledge. Every moment was always dissected, analyzed, and twisted to fit the warped narratives society loved to create. Suddenly, the private joys would become a subject of gossip, and the heartfelt moments would be displayed as entertainment for the masses.

He refused to let his love life become another spectacle for the world to feast upon. He refused to subject you to the constant barrage of opinions and criticisms. It wasn't about being deceitful or hiding what you had with him. No, it was about preserving the peace he had found and ensuring that the love flourished away from the harsh glare of public scrutiny.

He was trying to protect his peace. But above all, he was trying to protect your peace.

He wanted the love you shared to be pure, unadulterated by outside influences, and unburdened by the expectations imposed upon him. He wanted it to be a sanctuary, a haven where he could truly be himself without the need to conform to societal norms.

So, he continued to keep your relationship hidden from the public eye, not out of shame, but out of a deep desire to protect the delicate balance you and him had created. 

He believed in the happiness within the sanctuary he had built with you, away from the prying eyes of the outside world. Because, for him, that was where his peace and yours truly resided.

It was funny how his mind wandered back to the memories he held dear, even when those memories were filled with bittersweet reminders of what once was. He found himself revisiting the past, reliving moments when happiness was a constant companion, but now, it felt like a distant dream.

You were happy.

He used to secretly walk along the streets with you, back when the porch lights were shining bright and he would wear some ridiculous outfit that was far from his usual style just to keep people away from knowing who he was.

The world felt so much brighter with you. He missed the way your laughter would fill a room and all the things you did before he eventually had somewhere to be. He missed how your touch could heal the deepest wounds within his soul back when he still had all your nights. 

And you were happy.

He missed the love you shared, the knowing glances, the silent understanding of each other's hearts.

He could recall a good while back, when he snuck into your apartment. You threw your arms around his neck back when he still deserved it.

You were happy.

Back when it was good, it was good.

No one could touch the way you both laughed in the dark, talking about your family business you were going to inherit someday.

And you were happy.

You used to watch the sun go down on the boats in the water with him. That was sort of how he felt right now. At least now he knew that going down with you was far better than feeling down without you.

But the worst thing of all, far worse than being without you, was seeing you with Daniel.

He hated the voices in his head telling him you were better with Daniel. But as much as he wanted to get away from them, they didn't give him choices because he also knew there was a truth in what those voices said. And that truth was what his tears were for.

'Cause you were happy.

But not with him.

There was a time when he had it all. Love wrapped around him like a warm embrace, filling his days with laughter and his heart with contentment. You were both so incredibly happy. He had found his soulmate, his partner in crime, and together you painted a beautiful picture of love.

You shared dreams, hopes, and aspirations. Your love was this incredible force, propelling each other forward, pushing both of you to become the best versions of yourselves. Every smile, every touch, every stolen moment seemed like a chapter from a fairytale.

But then, he made a terrible mistake. He let his fears and insecurities overwhelm him, clouding his judgment and poisoning his relationship with you. He pushed away the very person who had given him so much joy. He let his own demons sabotage the happiness you had built together.

He wondered if he should tell you what happened back in his home race week.

He was staying at his family home before the race weekend started. Sat on the couch with his family and his phone in his hand, he showed your face to his family.

They had asked him where you were but he could only shrug. 

He finally introduced you to his family.

But only with pictures because you weren’t there.

Words could not describe what he felt when he saw you with Daniel. God knew how much he wanted to pull you away from him that moment but all he could do was freeze on his spot and look away.

That should've been him by your side. 

But the truth was, he messed up. He let the fear of losing what he had due to public judgment consume him, and in doing so, he lost it all. The regret and guilt he was carrying weighed heavy on his heart, reminding him of what he had and what he foolishly let slip away.

All he needed now was a second chance.

And he swore to never lose you again.

You might be with Daniel now, but he wasn't giving up.

One thing was sure, he wasn't going down without a fight.

He wanted you to be the one he would marry someday.

And you would be happy.

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[nayziiz]

No Way | LN4

Summary: Lando Norris, an F1 driver for McLaren Racing, faces persistent attention on his single status. In an attempt to appease fans and quell rumours, his management suggests a fake relationship with a popular Portuguese model. However, Lando's PR manager, Natalie, disagrees, believing fans would see through the ploy. As an alternative, Lando's management notices the genuine bond between him and Natalie and proposes they feign a relationship for authenticity. Initially hesitant, they agree, given their existing friendship and professional connection. The fake relationship takes an unexpected turn as Lando and Natalie grapple with burgeoning real feelings, attempting unsuccessfully to conceal their growing emotions.

Pairing: Lando Norris x Original Character (Natalie)

Warnings: Mentions of physical and emotional abuse; SA; fluff

Masterlist

CHAPTER 7

In the weeks following the Miami Grand Prix, the bond between Lando and Natalie deepens as they find themselves drawn to each other's company. The shared experiences of the racing world create a unique connection, and they gradually begin to spend more time together away from the bustling atmosphere of the tracks.

As the Monaco Grand Prix approaches, Lando extends a heartfelt invitation to Natalie to stay with him in his apartment in Monaco. It's not just about the proximity to the upcoming race; it symbolises a growing intimacy and trust between them. Natalie, appreciative of the gesture, accepts the invitation, excited for the chance to spend more time with Lando outside the pressures of the racing circuit.

The week in Monaco becomes a pivotal chapter in their relationship. Lando and Natalie share not only the scenic beauty of the principality but also the quieter, more personal moments. They explore the charming streets of Monaco together, indulging in local cuisine, and taking in the breathtaking views of the Mediterranean. This time away from the track allows them to discover each other beyond the adrenaline-fueled world of Formula 1. Despite the bond between them growing stronger every day, they both use the excuse of their fake romance as a cover to hide their true feelings for one another.

Lando's apartment becomes a haven where they can relax and be themselves. The atmosphere is filled with laughter, shared stories, and a growing sense of connection. Amidst the backdrop of the glamorous Monaco lifestyle, their budding romance flourishes, creating lasting memories that extend beyond the confines of the racing calendar.

During this week, Natalie gets a firsthand look at Lando's off-track passions and interests, and they find common ground in their pursuits outside of racing. This shared experience not only strengthens their emotional connection but also sets the foundation for a more profound understanding of each other's lives. Determined to keep Monaco and his apartment a haven for the two of them, Lando sets up his friends in a hotel as opposed to letting them stay with him and Natalie in his apartment.

As Lando gets ready to head out for a night of drinks with friends, the atmosphere in his apartment is a blend of anticipation and tranquillity. The soft glow of bedside lamps casts a warm ambiance, creating a cosy contrast to the bustling nightlife awaiting him outside.

In the bedroom, Natalie is nestled under the covers, engrossed in the pages of her book. The gentle rustle of the turning pages harmonises with the muted sounds of Lando moving about the apartment. Occasionally, she steals subtle glances at him, her eyes tracing the familiar contours of his movements.

Lando, dressed in casually chic attire, moves back and forth between the bathroom and his bedroom. The faint scent of cologne lingers in the air, leaving a trace of his presence. As he checks himself in the mirror, adjusting a collar or running a hand through his hair, Natalie can't help but smile at the easy confidence he exudes.

Their contrasting activities create a serene tableau—the peaceful reading nook juxtaposed with the energetic anticipation of the night out.

“Have you seen my shark tooth necklace anywhere?” Lando asks as he peers around the corner from the bathroom

“It’s on the vanity.” Natalie nonchalantly responds without lifting her gaze from the book

“It’s not there, I’ve checked.” Lando informs her, a touch of frustration in his voice.

“It was there before you started getting ready.” Natalie counters, her expression a mix of amusement and bemusement. There's a subtle teasing tone in her voice, as if she's unravelling a mystery she finds rather amusing.

Lando, wearing an expression of defeat, returns to the bathroom, his search for the elusive shark tooth necklace proving unsuccessful. Natalie, sensing his frustration, decides to join the quest for the missing accessory. She gracefully gets out of bed, her oversized hoodie cascading over her hips and covering her pyjama shorts.

With a knowing smile, Natalie follows Lando into the bathroom, her gaze scanning the familiar surfaces. As she spots the necklace nestled behind Lando's hair gels and aftershave on the vanity, she can't help but suppress a playful giggle. Reaching for the necklace, Natalie picks it up with a triumphant air and holds it up for Lando to see.

“Looking for this?” She teases, her eyes sparkling with amusement. Lando, turning to face her, is met with a mixture of relief and playful reproach.

“You found it? And here I thought I was going to have to search the entire apartment.” He breathes a sigh of relief. Natalie hands him the necklace with a mischievous grin.

“You might need a treasure map next time.” She quips, enjoying the light-hearted moment. Lando takes the necklace, rolling his eyes in mock exasperation.

“I swear, it grows legs and hides every time I need it.” He jokes, his playful demeanour matching hers. “Sometimes I wonder what I would do without you.”

“You’ll be alright.” Natalie chuckles as she leans against the vanity to watch him struggle to put it on.

As Lando bends down to retrieve the fallen necklace, the delicate piece of jewellery slipping through his fingers and landing just before Natalie's feet, a moment of subtle tension hangs in the air. The room is momentarily hushed as their eyes meet, a shared awareness of the proximity between them.

Lando, rising slowly, inches away from her, locks eyes with Natalie. The atmosphere shifts, and the playful energy from the earlier search transforms into a quiet, charged connection. The air seems to thicken with a mixture of curiosity and unspoken emotions.

Their closeness becomes palpable, the shared space charged with a magnetic pull. Lando, still holding the necklace, allows a brief pause before breaking into a charming smile.

“Looks like it wanted to be closer to you.” He quips, injecting a touch of humour to diffuse the building tension. Natalie chuckles, a hint of blush gracing her cheeks.

“Maybe it just needed a change of scenery.” She replies, meeting his gaze with a playful glint in her eyes.

Lando, with a hint of vulnerability, extends the necklace toward Natalie.

“Will you help me put it on, please?” He requests with a genuine warmth in his eyes. She accepts the necklace with a smile, appreciating the endearing clumsiness in his request.

As she clips the necklace around his muscled neck, their hands briefly linger in the shared moment. The simple act of helping him put on the necklace becomes a quiet exchange of intimacy, reinforcing the connection that has been growing between them. While fastening the clasp, Natalie glances up at Lando, her smile softening.

“Are you sure you don't want to come tonight?” He asks, a note of concern in his voice.

“Yeah.” She replies, her fingers deftly securing the necklace. “I'll order room service and read. Just feeling a bit worn out after the last few days.”

Lando nods, appreciating her honesty. As Natalie fixes the collar of his crisp white cotton shirt, he can't help but watch Natalie's eyes intently. The soft glow of the room accentuates her features, and in that moment, he feels an overwhelming desire to express how beautiful she looks. However, a sense of restraint holds him back, perhaps a combination of the lingering playfulness from the necklace incident and the understanding of the importance of timing.

Natalie, oblivious to the internal struggle within Lando, notices some stray fuzz on his shoulder and chest. Her hands delicately dust off the tiny particles, a gesture that carries both care and familiarity. In this simple act, there's a silent communication between them, an unspoken connection that transcends words.

Lando's gaze remains fixed on Natalie, his eyes reflecting a mixture of admiration and affection. He restrains the words that linger on the tip of his tongue, aware that sometimes actions can convey more than words ever could. The room seems to hold a quiet energy, filled with the unspoken sentiments that swirl around them.

“You're looking quite dapper tonight, Mr. Norris.” Natalie comments, a half-smile playing on her lips. Lando, appreciating the compliment, feels a twinge of guilt for leaving her behind.

“I feel bad for leaving you here alone, though.” He mumbles, his concern evident in his voice.

“Please, don't. I think the rest will do me good. Just go have fun.” Natalie reassures him, her tone gentle yet firm,

Lando looks at her, a mixture of gratitude and longing in his eyes. He appreciates her understanding and selflessness. With a final glance and a tender smile, he heads towards the door, leaving Natalie in the cosiness of the room.

As Lando leaves for dinner with his mates, a sense of unease washes over him. The absence of Natalie by his side, a constant presence for weeks, leaves him feeling exposed. Throughout the night, he finds himself glancing at his phone, wondering if she's doing okay without him. The usual banter and shared moments are conspicuously absent.

As the hours pass, the lack of a message from Natalie gnaws at him. Concern grows, and he realises that her absence has created a void that he hadn't fully acknowledged until now. The usual buzz of the night out with friends becomes somewhat muted as thoughts of Natalie occupy his mind. After some contemplation, Lando decides to reach out, his fingers typing a message to her.

L: Wanted to say goodnight in case you're asleep when I get back.

Minutes later, a response appears on his screen, and a sense of relief washes over him.

N: Be safe and have fun ;)

Her simple yet reassuring words alleviate the worry that had been building within him. Lando smiles at the message, grateful for the connection they share even when physically apart. As he continues with the evening, her words linger, providing a comforting reminder that, even in moments of distance, their bond remains strong.

Lando arrives back at the apartment shortly before midnight. He knows Natalie will be fast asleep when he gets back. The travelling this season has been more intense on her than last season and it’s starting to take a toll on her. He knew their fake relationship was only there to get the fans off his back, but he couldn’t help but care about her.

As Lando unlocks the apartment door and steps inside, a hushed atmosphere surrounds him. The night light, left on by Natalie, softly illuminates the room, casting a gentle glow on their surroundings. Appreciating her considerate gesture, he tiptoed through the apartment to his bedroom, avoiding loud creaks that might disturb her peaceful slumber.

Upon entering the room, he notices Natalie, completely enveloped by the covers, lost in the realm of dreams. The rhythmic rise and fall of her breathing indicate a deep sleep. Taking care not to make any noise, Lando quietly changes into a pair of sweatpants, ensuring he won't disturb her with any sudden movements.

Sliding into the bed beside her, Lando's slow but deliberate motions on the mattress catch Natalie's attention. Though initially lost in her dreams, the subtle changes in the bed's weight caused her to stir. She gradually wakes up, turning her head slightly to confirm the presence of the person beside her.

Her eyes, adjusting to the dim light, meet Lando's. A soft smile forms on her lips as she recognises him. The room is filled with a tender ambience as their eyes lock, the unspoken understanding between them bridging the gap between sleep and wakefulness.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry.” Lando whispers apologetically beside Natalie. “Go back to sleep.”

“What time is it?” She asks, groggily, as she turns to him, blinking away the remnants of sleep.

“Just after midnight.” He informs her, settling down under the covers.

“Did you have a good time?” She wonders.

“Not really.” He hesitantly answers.

“How come?” She curiously asks, turning even more so she can see more of his face.

“Just missed you there tonight.” He admits, his voice sincere.

The vulnerability in his words hangs in the air, a testament to the depth of their connection. The subtle admission reveals that, despite the company of friends and the night's activities, Lando's thoughts were consistently drawn back to the absence of the one person who had become an integral part of his everyday life. Natalie, still half-lulled by sleep, smiles at his confession.Her cheeks burn up as she turns back to her original position.

“Get some sleep.” Lando urges, gently redirecting the conversation, perhaps wanting to shift the focus away from his emotions.

After a few minutes, Natalie reaches behind her, searching for Lando's arm. When she finds it, she pulls it over her waist and runs her fingers gently over his forearm.

“Your skin is so cold.” She whispers. In response, she pulls his arm under her hoodie, allowing his arm to rest on the warm skin of her midriff.

“You're so warm.” Lando whispers back, moving closer to her. “You're so good to me.”

Lando, not fully aware that he had spoken his thoughts aloud, senses a shift in the atmosphere as Natalie remains silent in response to his vulnerable admission. Undeterred, she chooses not to address the statement directly, opting instead to continue playing with his fingers under her hoodie.

Feeling her push herself closer against him, sharing their body heat, Lando appreciates the unspoken connection between them. In the quiet of the night, their intertwined fingers become a tangible expression of the emotional bond they've formed during their fake relationship.

For Natalie, the complexity of their situation weighs on her mind. She had agreed to fake date Lando, anticipating the challenges that might arise, but the depth of the connection and the joy of being his "girlfriend" caught her by surprise. The realization that their fake relationship will eventually come to an end looms in the back of her mind, a difficult truth neither of them is ready to confront.

As they share the warmth under the covers, the unspoken acknowledgement of the impending end casts a bittersweet shadow. The joy of their time together is palpable, but the looming conclusion adds a layer of melancholy to the otherwise tender moment.

- THE NEXT MORNING -

While Lando is in the shower to get ready for the day, Natalie seizes the opportunity to make a call to her boss, Charlotte.

“I've been meaning to ask you, uh, has management given you any indication of when they expect this relationship to come to an end?” Natalie inquires, ensuring she can hear the sound of the shower in the background.

“What do you mean? Is something wrong?” Charlotte quickly asks, a note of concern in her voice.

“No, no, everything's fine. It's just, I suppose this can't last forever, and we need to prepare for that if that makes sense.” Natalie explains, choosing her words carefully. There's a moment of silence on the other end of the line as Charlotte processes the information.

“Ah, I see. Well, there wasn't a set timeline communicated to me, but it's a good point. We should think about how to manage the transition when the time comes.” Charlotte agrees, her tone professional yet understanding. “I think the two of you will need to chat about it and decide for yourselves when the best time would be for that. I can understand that you want to go on with your own life.”

“Yeah, I guess that makes the most sense.” Natalie concedes, pacing the room in front of the bed as the weight of the impending conversation settles on her shoulders.

“Are you sure you're okay?” Charlotte probes, sensing something beneath Natalie's reassurance.

“Yeah, everything's fine.” Natalie responds, not wanting to burden Charlotte with the complexities of her emotions.

“You didn't catch feelings for the boy, did you?” Charlotte questions, a note of concern in her voice. Natalie takes a moment before she answers, contemplating the honesty of her response.

“Possibly, that's why it'll probably be best to kind of nip all of that in the bud before it escalates, you know.” Natalie confesses, running a hand through her dark brown hair. “But, I'll sort that out and let you know if there are any changes.”

“Alright, well good luck, darling. I’ll see you two later today.” Charlotte says, her words carrying a mix of support and understanding before they end the call.

As Natalie hangs up the phone, a sense of responsibility and the weight of her emotions converge, setting the stage for a conversation that could shape the course of her fake relationship with Lando.

Caught up in her thoughts and scrolling through notifications, Natalie suddenly realises the absence of the sound of the shower. Instinctively, she turns around, only to be met with the unexpected sight of Lando leaning against the bathroom door frame. He stands there, with just a towel wrapped around his waist, his body glistening from the water droplets that cling to his skin. Lando's curly hair is soaked, and droplets of water cascade down, creating a mesmerising pattern against his toned physique.

“You're ready for this to end?” He asks, his tone betraying a sense of disbelief. “Did you meet someone?”

“Lan, no...we need to be realistic about the situation. We can't keep up the fake relationship forever.” She explains, choosing her words carefully.

Lando, still processing the conversation, repeats his question: “Did you meet someone?” Natalie, looking directly into his eyes, shakes her head.

“No, that's not why I was asking.” She confirms, emphasising that her inquiry wasn't prompted by the emergence of a romantic interest elsewhere. He runs a hand through his wet hair, his eyes searching hers for some hidden meaning.

“I thought we were doing well. I mean, I've enjoyed having you around, and I thought you felt the same.” Lando admits, a hint of vulnerability in his voice. Natalie sighs, feeling the weight of the conversation.

“It's not about not enjoying our time together, Lando. But we need to consider what happens when this arrangement comes to an end.” She says, her gaze steady.

The room becomes filled with palpable tension as they navigate the complexities of their fake relationship and the looming prospect of its conclusion. The unspoken emotions between them swirl in the air, leaving both Natalie and Lando grappling with the reality of their situation.

“Please, just be honest with me.” He pleads with her.

“Fine. I’m scared. I’m scared we’re going to get too comfortable with this arrangement and we’ll end up getting hurt when management decides to pull the plug.” Natalie admits, her breath shaking as she speaks. “It’ll just be better when we have a day, a date, something so we know. It’s going to be an adjustment going back to normal.”

“Don’t you think we’re past comfortable already? I mean, I am standing in front of you with just a towel in my bedroom. We spend most nights sleeping in the same bed. This is our new normal. It has been for months. What would the old normal even look like?” Lando counters.

Natalie, caught off guard by his perspective and his apparent desire to continue their faux relationship, finds herself at a loss for words. The complexity of their situation, the blurred lines between fiction and reality, leaves her feeling confused and uncertain about the path forward.

“Nattie.” Lando pleads, his voice carrying a mixture of earnestness and confusion. “How could we ever go back to normal?”

“I don’t know, Lando. I just want to be prepared for it when it happens, OK?” Natalie responds, a tinge of frustration evident in her tone.

She's annoyed that he overheard the conversation and finds his teasing demeanour, particularly in just a towel, distracting. “Why would you want this to continue anyway?”

“Because you're incredible!” Lando exclaims, his frustration and genuine feelings coming to the forefront. “Your smile feels like home. Your embraces make me feel secure. You motivate me every day to be the absolute best I can be. When you're not with me, I feel like a deer caught in headlights.”

His heartfelt declaration hangs in the air, a vulnerable admission of the depth of his emotions. The room is filled with the raw honesty of his words, and Natalie, caught off guard by the intensity of his feelings, is left momentarily speechless.

Lando's confession lays bare the genuine connection that has developed between them during their faux relationship. The unexpected turn in the conversation adds a layer of complexity to their situation, forcing them to confront the authenticity of their feelings amid the backdrop of a relationship built on pretence

“You're not doing this. You're not going to confess your feelings for me, Lando. That complicates everything. That's why I'm scared, because how do I listen to this and be happy to end this fake relationship?” Natalie argues, her voice strained with the weight of conflicting emotions, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

“Why should we have to end it, then? Why can't we just be this until we don't want to be anymore? You know this hasn't been fake for a while.” Lando, equally determined to express his feelings, counters

Caught in the whirlwind of emotions, Natalie grapples with the revelation that Lando's feelings align with the unspoken desires she buried deep within herself. The unexpected turn of events challenges the carefully constructed barriers she built to maintain the facade of their fake relationship.

In this moment of realisation, Natalie is confronted with the vulnerability of her own emotions, a stark contrast to the pragmatic approach she adopted to shield herself from the impending end. The weight of the truth settles on her shoulders, and the room becomes a silent witness to the uncharted territory they find themselves in, both emotionally exposed and uncertain about what lies ahead.

Natalie, overwhelmed by the surge of emotions and unable to confront Lando's confession, refuses to answer him. Instead, she tosses him a shirt and a pair of shorts, a physical distraction from the emotional turmoil.

“I can't have this conversation with you when you look like that.” She states, her voice steady but her back turned to him. As she wipes away the tears from her cheeks, the room is filled with an unspoken tension.

Lando quickly gets dressed and dries his hair with the towel. He clears his throat, a silent indication that she can turn around.

“Nattie, why are you so scared all of a sudden?” He gently asks, his earlier emotional intensity calming down. Lando, dressed and composed, seeks to understand the source of Natalie's sudden apprehension.

When Natalie turns around, she's a sobbing mess. Lando, seeing her emotional state, hurries over and wraps his arms around her, providing a comforting embrace.

“I'm scared that when things come to an end, you'll stop looking at me like I'm the sun, the moon, and the stars.” Natalie mumbles into his chest, her vulnerability laid bare.

“You are my sun, my moon, and my stars, Nattie.” He assures her, his voice filled with sincerity. “Don't end things before we've had a proper chance to really make it work. Not for the cameras, not for the fans or management, but really make it work because we care deeply for each other. Can we do that?”

Natalie pulls away and studies Lando's face for any doubts, but his expression conveys a mix of hope and desperation. He looks down at her like she's about to rip his heart out of his chest if she answers anything else apart from yes.

“Please.” He whispers, his desperation evident in his plea.

Instead of a verbal answer, Natalie crashes her lips against his, pulling her arms around his neck in a passionate embrace. After a few intense moments, she pulls away and looks at the time on her watch.

“We have to go. Free practice starts soon.” She reminds him, her voice a mix of urgency and a lingering connection.

- LATER THAT DAY -

Lando finds himself distracted by Natalie's movements around the garage as she prepares her media packet. He watches her effortlessly engage with the mechanics and engineers, sharing laughter and exchanging comments. Her brown hair whips from side to side as she moves, an animated presence that captures his attention.

Natalie's focus shifts between assembling her media packet and stealing quick glances at Lando as he prepares to head out for FP1. The top half of his race suit is tied around his hips, revealing the black fire suit underneath that complements his tanned skin perfectly. The casual yet alluring sight of him in the garage momentarily captivates her attention.

“Girl got your brain upside down this morning?” Oscar asks Lando as he stands beside his teammate.

“You have no idea.” Lando simply answers, his eyes not leaving Natalie for a second.

“Lily!” Natalie exclaims when she spots Oscar's girlfriend entering the garage. “It's so nice to see you again.”

Natalie quickly embraces Lily in a tight hug. She loved having Lily in the paddock. Lily's university schedule made it difficult for her to attend race weekends, but whenever she had the chance, she came to support Oscar.

“You didn't say Lily was coming this weekend, shame on you.” Natalie comments as the girls approach Lando and Oscar.

“She surprised me last night by knocking on my hotel room door.” Oscar explains, chuckling at Natalie's overreaction.

“We need to have dinner sometime this weekend.” Natalie insists.

“That'd be lovely, thank you.” Lily agrees.

“Yo, Lando. Time to head out!” Lando's race engineer yells, pointing to the car behind the group.

Lando tears his gaze away from Natalie, Oscar, and Lily, turning his attention to the race engineer's call. The racetrack beckons, and with a nod to the group, Lando heads towards his car, ready to focus on the upcoming practice session.

Natalie hands Lando his helmet and walks with him to the car. She watches with a mix of pride and concern as he gets in and gets strapped in. Lando looks up at Natalie with a sparkle in his eyes.

“Be safe out there.” She breathes.

“Of course.” He assures her as he puts on his gloves.

When he's almost ready to be rolled out, Natalie taps his helmet, making him look up at her.

“Make me proud, Norris.” She warns him.

“Always, baby.” He replies with a sneaky wink.

The endearing term 'baby' effortlessly rolls off Lando's tongue, and Natalie can't help but love hearing it from him. It brings a warmth and sense of adoration that adds a personal touch to their unique dynamic. As the car is rolled out to the track, Natalie watches, a mix of emotions coursing through her.

- THAT NIGHT -

It had been a long day of practice. Lando and Natalie spent minimal time together aside from their usual lunch with his trainer in between sessions. Natalie has been on a high all day from the second she heard the word ‘baby.’ She couldn’t wait to hear him say it again, but he was professional all day, only holding her hand here and there as they walked through the paddock.

“It was a good day, no?” Natalie asks as they arrive back at their hotel room. “The pace looked really good and this isn’t even a track we usually perform too well at.”

“Yeah, I’m actually quite surprised it went as well as it did.” Lando agrees as he collapses on the bed, sprawling out his limbs.

Natalie heads to the bathroom to change out of her uniform and into something more comfortable. She opts for a pair of shorts and an oversized shirt, seeking the ease and relaxation of casual attire after a long day at the track.

“I was thinking of going to dinner with Lily tomorrow after qualifying, that gives her and Oscar time to catch up.” Natalie speaks from the bathroom. Lando is quiet.

As Natalie peers around the corner, she finds Lando fast asleep in the same position he laid down in. A smile crosses her face, and she decides to put on a pair of jeans instead, opting to go for a walk to avoid disturbing his rest. She scribbles a note down on a piece of paper and leaves it next to his phone before quietly exiting the hotel room.

The note reads, "Went for a walk. Back soon. Sleep well, Lando. - Nattie." With that, she steps out into the evening, leaving the sleeping Lando in peace as she takes a moment to herself. The city outside holds a different kind of energy, and Natalie embraces the tranquillity of the night, knowing that the upcoming race weekend holds both challenges and moments of connection.

An hour later, Natalie's phone starts vibrating in her jeans pocket. She pulls it out and answers immediately when she sees it's Lando.

“Hey.” She greets, a soft smile forming on her face.

“Hey.” Lando's voice comes through, filled with a hint of sleepiness. “Where are you?”

"Just went for a walk, needed some fresh air. I’m just down the street, actually.” Natalie replies as the city sounds faintly audible in the background.

“You should've woken me up. I would've joined you.” Lando suggests.

“I didn't want to disturb your sleep.” She chuckles. “How are you feeling?”

“Good, a bit groggy, but good.” He admits. “Want to go for dinner? I just have to change.”

“That sounds lovely. I’ll be up in a few minutes.” She affirms.

“See you soon, love.” He greets her before ending the call.

Natalie can't help but smile at the endearing term. The word 'love' slips from Lando's lips effortlessly, and it warms her heart. She heads back to his apartment, eager for a quiet dinner together after a day filled with the intensity of racing. Upon her return to the apartment, she hears him busy in the bathroom.

“I’m back.” She informs him as she heads to her suitcase to find something else to wear for dinner.

“You don’t perhaps have a little black dress packed in there?” He asks as he leans against the bathroom’s door frame. Natalie turns her head to find him dressed in all black and freshly shaved.

“Not a black one, but a green one?” She answers as she pulls out the silk emerald green dress.

“That’ll work as well. Green looks good on you.” He comments before returning to the bathroom to finish up.

Natalie changes into the emerald green dress, perfecting her look with makeup. She then searches for her black block heels to accompany the outfit. As she finds them and sits at the edge of the bed to put them on, Lando watches her intently from the bathroom's door frame, captivated by every movement.

He loves every second of seeing her cross her smooth, tanned legs over each other to put on her shoes. The quiet and intimate moments shared while getting ready for dinner underscore the depth of their connection.

“You know, when you asked me to go to dinner, I didn’t think it would be this smart.” She comments.

“Felt like treating you.” He responds, his voice carrying a note of sincerity.

As she stands up and straightens her dress that reaches her mid-thigh, the atmosphere takes on a subtly romantic undertone.

“Oh, like a date you mean?” Natalie teases, a playful glint in her eyes.

“Exactly like a date.” Lando agrees, his tone laced with warmth and affection as he takes a step closer to her. The proximity adds an intimate touch to their interaction. “You’re the most beautiful girl in the world.”

“Stop it.” Natalie says shyly, a blush colouring her cheeks.

Lando's genuine compliment evokes a tender response, and the genuine exchange captures a moment suspended in time. Lando frowns at her refusal to accept his compliment and steps even closer, resting his hands on her hips before they travel around to her back.

“Gorgeous.” He whispers in her ear sending shivers down her spine.

“Lando.” She whispers back as she presses her forehead onto his shoulder. His hands keep travelling up and down her back over the silky material covering her body.

“Breathtaking.” He continues before planting a soft kiss on her neck. “Now let’s go to dinner.”

He pulls away from her, grabs her hand and leads her out the door.

Dinner was pleasant. The absence of fans crowding them in the restaurant provided a welcome change. What took Natalie by surprise was the newfound sexual tension between them. Lando had awakened a repressed part of her femininity that she had kept hidden after her last relationship. The intimate atmosphere of the evening seemed to have unlocked a deeper connection between them.

As they walked back to the hotel, the city lights casting a soft glow around them, Natalie couldn't help but lean into him. He wrapped his arm around her, and his jacket covered her exposed shoulders, creating a subtle yet intimate shield against the cool night air. The shared closeness and the unspoken understanding between them added a layer of complexity to their relationship, creating a moment that transcended the boundaries of their initial arrangement. The cityscape witnessed the quiet beauty of their connection as they navigated the streets together, each step echoing the newfound depth in their evolving relationship.

Throughout the night, Lando struggled to keep his hands to himself. Somehow, his hands kept finding parts of her exposed skin. He had always admired and loved every aspect of her body – her curves, her hands – she was, in his mind, perfect. However, it was her kindness and compassion that he cherished the most. He just wanted to show her how special she was to him, to love her in a way she truly deserved.

In Lando's eyes, Natalie was an embodiment of beauty, both inside and out. Her physical features were complemented by the warmth and genuineness that radiated from her. Yet, she couldn't shake the awareness of her insecurities, a lingering effect of her past relationship. He wished she could see herself through his eyes, free from the shadows cast by her ex-boyfriend. The desire to make her feel cherished and adored fueled his restraint throughout the night, as he navigated the delicate balance of expressing his affection while being mindful of her comfort and past experiences.

They stop outside his apartment door and turn to face each other.

“That was lovely, thank you.” She says.

“It’s the least I could do.” He responds.

“What do you mean?” She asks, confused.

“You do so much for me and it never feels like I can give back to you.” He admits.

“I know of one way you can.” She teases.

“Yeah?” He curiously asks.

“Keep calling me baby.” She whispers, sultry and smooth.

“Oh, that’s just too easy.” He teases her. “But I‘m open to suggestions.”

Natalie giggles as Lando unlocks the door, allowing her to enter first and closely following her inside. The apartment, a familiar space, offers a sense of comfort and privacy. Natalie immediately takes off her heels, relishing the feeling of being flat on solid ground once again. Lando watches her with an appreciative gaze as she bends over to pick up her black heels. There's a natural grace to her movements, a fluidity that reveals the ease and comfort she feels in his presence.

Her short dress, a vibrant emerald green, offers just enough glimpses of skin to ignite a spark of desire in Lando. The way she moves around him, carefree and unguarded, captivates him in ways he finds both thrilling and comforting. As she bends over, there's a subtle allure that adds a layer of sensuality to the moment, leaving an indelible impression on Lando.

Aware of the rising tension, Lando turns away and distracts himself by switching on the TV. It's not the first time he's been captivated by her, his primal instincts occasionally surfacing. He's learned when to divert his gaze and clear his mind of those thoughts, maintaining a respectful boundary. However, tonight, the magnetic pull is stronger than usual, and he can't help but keep his eyes on her as she struts down the hallway to the bedroom, the emerald green dress enhancing every step with an irresistible allure.

He mindlessly flicks through the channels, but his eyes keep finding her. The soft glow of the television provides a subtle ambience, but his attention is drawn back to the hallway where Natalie's figure moves gracefully in the emerald green dress. Lando zoned out for a moment, lost in the subtle allure of the scene.

Before he realises, he feels a pair of hands running over his abs from behind. The touch interrupts his thoughts, and he turns around to find Natalie standing close, a playful and alluring smile on her lips.

“You seem a tad distracted.” Natalie mumbles against his back.

“Not more than usual.” He replies. “It’s difficult to focus on anything when you look the way you do.”

The heat rushes to Natalie's cheeks as her hands keep travelling up to his chest. The palpable tension between them intensifies, the warmth of her touch adding to the charged atmosphere.

“And, the way your eyes light up when you smile.” He adds.

One of her hands stays on his chest, feeling the rhythmic beat of his heart beneath her touch, while the other travels underneath his button-down shirt. Her nails trace shapes onto his skin, leaving a trail of sensation that ignites a cascade of shivers down his spine.

“And, the joy that escapes your lips when you laugh at my silly jokes.” Lando continues, his words carrying a fondness that mirrors the affectionate moments they've shared. Natalie, with deliberate slowness, starts unbuttoning his shirt from the bottom, revealing the contours of his chest inch by inch. “Or when you leave sweet kisses on my neck when you think I’ve fallen asleep.”

“I do not.” Natalie lies.

“Oh, but you do.” Lando retorts, his shirt completely unbuttoned now. The air in the room becomes charged with a mix of playfulness and desire. The gradual exposure of his chest accentuates the vulnerability of the moment. “And, when you hum your favourite songs in my ear when I can’t fall asleep.”

Lando turns Natalie around, softly pressing himself against the back of the couch. The air becomes charged with a palpable tension as his fingers gently and meticulously work to unzip the dress she has on. The room is filled with a quiet intensity, a merging of desire and vulnerability.

“And, when you bite your lip when you can’t get what you want.” Lando continues as he turns her to face him once again. The room is filled with a charged atmosphere, their banter seamlessly merging with the growing intensity of their connection. “Kind of like you are now.”

“Who says I can’t get what I want?” Natalie counters, a smirk forming on her pink lips.

“You can have everything you could possibly desire.” He informs her, his voice carrying a sincerity that reflects the depth of his feelings.“What do you want most, right now?”

“For you to shut up and kiss me.” She informs her, his voice carrying a sincerity that reflects the depth of his feelings.

“Of course, baby.” He melts as he presses his lips against hers. The kiss is a culmination of their unspoken desires, a moment that transcends the boundaries of their previous arrangement. He pulls away after a few seconds and just holds her in his arms.

“Be my girlfriend. Like my real girlfriend.” He says, his voice carrying a vulnerable sincerity.

“I thought you’d never ask.” Natalie whispers to him before they continue kissing, sealing the unspoken agreement between them.

At this moment, the transition from a fake relationship to a real one is marked by a shared understanding and a genuine connection that has blossomed.

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The Little Things

Marie and Jordan have different love languages

880 words

Marie was always better at words between the two of them.  Always the one to ask the questions, make the apologies for being a little too loud in the library, says the “please” and “thank yous.” From the most stuck up professors to fucking newborn babies, she could melt hearts and bend anyone’s wills with just a few expertly crafted sentences and that dazzling smile. 

With Jordan especially, Marie was a symphony of words. Her compliments to Jordan flowed freely, each one unique and tailored to highlight the best in Jordan. "You have the sweetest brown eyes," she would whisper in their ear, her voice a soft caress. Or, "You want the moon? Just say the word, and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down," she’d recite from some sappy movie she watched the other day. Her words weren't just empty compliments though, but heartfelt expressions of her love and admiration to Jordan.

She would say "I love you" not just with her words, but with her entire being. It was in the way she held their hand, they way her fingers intertwined with Jordan's, like a silent promise to them. It was in the way her eyes would just sparkle with warmth and tenderness. And it was in the way she would say it, not just as a some frivolous saying, but with genuine emotion that resonated within Jordan's soul.

Cuddling close to Jordan was her favorite pastime, her head resting comfortably on his chest as she recounted the day's events. Her voice, a soothing sound to Jordan’s everyday worries, would paint vivid pictures of her day, maybe talking about how fun she had during one of her combat training lessons or something mundane like the food she at at the cafe, often drawing him into her world. He would listen intently, always happy that Marie would spend time with them like this. 

Jordan, on the other hand, was more of a “actions speak louder than words” type. Words tend to stumble on their tongue, a little clumsy and awkward. And it’s not like they don’t like talking. No, they talk a whole fucking lot, often quick jokes and sarcastic quips. They just struggled a bit with the “nice” part. But what they lacked in their words, they more than compensated for in gestures and deeds. A hand reaching out to brush a stray hair from Marie's forehead, a late-night surprise coffee run when she was hastily finishing an essay, a carefully chosen book left open on her desk with a single, underlined passage - these were the ways Jordan spoke their heart, to portray their love and devotion to Marie. 

Jordan was constantly drawn to her, their arms instinctively wrapping around her waist whenever they were together. It was a way of anchoring themself to her presence. Even when surrounded by their friends, Jordan would find herself gravitating towards Marie, her arm encircling her waist like a protective shield, just listening to the chatter around her.

There was a particular comfort Jordan found in resting their head on Marie's lap. It was like a sanctuary, a safe haven where the world seemed to fade away and only the gentle touch of her fingers running through their hair remained. They would close their eyes and bask in the amazingly soothing sensation, smiling to themselves, happy and content with their touch. 

But their roles reversed once they were alone, caught up in one another's desires. Jordan, would often take control, leaving Marie helplessly moaning and groaning as they relentlessly pumped their cock into her. She could only hold onto Jordan's arms for dear life as they fucked her with a ferocious passion. Or when they buried their tongue into Marie's pussy, gripping her thighs, spreading her eagle wide as they pumped their fingers relentlessly into her soaking pussy.

But no matter what they did, it always ended with Jordan buried deep inside of Marie, their bodies intertwined in a frenzy of passion. They would move together until they were both breathless, collapsing in a tangled mess of limbs and sweat.

And when they weren't fucking each other senseless, they were exploring other ways to pleasure one another. Jordan would often bury their tongue into Marie's pussy, gripping her thighs and spreading her wide as they pumped their fingers relentlessly into her soaking wet entrance.

Jordan, in contrast, became surprisingly vocal during their lovemaking. They would tease Marie, whispering the most obscene and decadent things into her ear. "Tell me how much you love my dick inside you, Marie," or "You're such a good girl for me, baby, the way you devour my pussy." The filthy words only served to heighten their pleasure, driving them both wild with desire. Marie would surrender herself completely to Jordan, reveling in their dominance and the intense pleasure it brought.

And when Jordan would cum, god they’d make the most beautiful noises, whispering the most scandalous things into Marie’s ears.

As they lay tangled together on the bed after yet another mind-blowing session of sex, Marie would lay quiet, wrapping her arms around them and Jordan would hug her tight, whispering sweet nothings into Marie's ears.

And they would do it all again.

#gen v #limoreau #marie moreau #jordan li #jordan li x marie moreau #mariejordan #marie moreau x jordan li #jordanmarie #gen v marie #gen v jordan #limoreau fic

[cool-fancier]

What The Future Holds

Synopsis: Bada's dance studio introduced a friendship that blossomed into a heartfelt coffee date and more.

The dancing studio was a haven of rhythm and movement, where melodies and delicate steps merged, painting a canvas of expression and artistry. Your paths met with Bada's here, between the pulsating sounds and exquisite choreography.

Bada was a flurry of grace and passion the first time you saw her, her movements a symphony of fluidity and intensity. Her grace on the dance floor captured your attention like a moth to a flame.

"You have great form," you said after a particularly impressive dance, unable to conceal your excitement for her talent.

Bada's smile was radiant, her eyes reflecting genuine appreciation. "Thank you! You're not too bad yourself," she replied, her voice laced with warmth.

The initial talk grew into a friendship established by a mutual love of dance. Conversations expanded outside of the dance studio, meandering over common interests and aspirations.

The friendship between you and Bada became stronger as the days changed into weeks, and weeks into months. The dance studio had been transformed into a paradise of laughter and chat in between routines.

The boundaries of your relationship evolved softly amidst the lively banter and shared moments. Bada's laughter became music to your ears, and her presence was a continual source of solace in the middle of life's chaos.

Bada lingered around one evening after an especially thrilling dance session, a hesitant expression on her features. "Hey, would you want to grab some coffee with me after this?"

Her offer caused you to feel both excited and scared. "Sure, I'd love to!" you said, attempting to keep your feelings in check.

The modest café down the street served as the setting for an evening that marked a turning point in your friendship. Bada's laughter rang through the cosy space, spreading a warmth that wrapped both of you, amidst steaming mugs of coffee and animated conversation.

"I've really enjoyed spending time with you," Bada acknowledged, her eyes meeting yours with a vulnerable expression.

A surge of bravery pushed you to express the feelings that had lingered between you. "Me too. "I feel like we have a real connection, you know?"

There was an unconscious acknowledgement of the developing feelings that simmered beneath the surface in that instant. The café hummed with the electricity of unspoken thoughts, both cautious and eager to move further.

"Would you want to go out with me sometime? Like, on a proper date?" Bada's voice was a little apprehensive, her eyes searching for ease.

Your heart skipped a beat as you smiled and answered her question.  "I'd love to," you said, relief filling your chest at the mutual approval.

And in that moment, amidst the fragrant aroma of coffee and the shared laughter, the unspoken longing found a voice. The decision to take a step beyond the realm of friendship felt like a natural progression, a testament to the bond that had blossomed amidst the rhythms and movements of the dance floor.

-———————

The sun hung slowly in the sky over a peaceful meadow, putting a golden glow on the green expanse. You and Bada lay next to one other, the grass blades cushioning your bodies as you looked up at the canvas of clouds moving slowly across the vast expanse above.

"Look at that cloud, it's like a heart," Bada pointed to a fluffy mass that seemed to resemble an oversized heart.

You chuckled, letting your imagination take hold. "A heart, you say?" It seems to be a fluffy cushion that has been squeezed too much."

Bada laughed, her laughter a gentle melody that blended with the soft rustle of leaves. "A squished pillow heart! I can see that."

The pleasant banter flowed easily between you, a treasured rhythm in the peace of the field. These joyful moments were gems, momentary reprieves from the weight of the world.

As the conversation meandered through whimsical clouds, it inevitably found its way to discussions about the future.

"Do you think we'll live in the city or somewhere quieter?" Bada's gaze was drawn to a distant cloud that appeared to be a bustling city.

"I'd prefer the quieter side," you said, tracing the cloud shapes with your finger. "A quaint cottage with a garden, maybe?"

Bada's eyes twinkled with excitement. "Yes! And we'll certainly have a pet, either a playful puppy or a loving cat."

The thought of a furry pet playing in your envisioned garden made you both grin. The topic moved easily from plans for a dream pet to plans for cooking together.

"We'll make extravagant dinners together," Bada said, her eyes twinkling. "Our own little cooking show every night!"

You burst out laughing. "Absolutely! We'll try recipes from all over the world and create our own culinary adventures."

The laughing mingled with the lovely rustle of leaves in the breeze. Yet, under the surface of the jovial banter and shared objectives, there was an unspoken undercurrent of something deeper, an undiscovered terrain of emotions.

Bada's gaze lingered on the horizon as she continued, her voice gentle. "You know, there are times when I wonder about our future. What it has in store for us."

You turned your gaze toward her, meeting her searching eyes. "I do as well. The unknown can be overwhelming."

In that instant, there was a common understanding, a wordless acknowledgement of life's uncertainties. The link you and Bada shared had weathered many storms, but the future remained a blank canvas, waiting for the strokes of fate.

The need for stability lingered in the midst of the serene surroundings, unspoken but obvious. The longing for a future in which you remained entwined, bound by threads of friendship and hidden feelings, produced a poignant painting against the azure sky's canvas.

"We've shared so much," Bada said, with a voice tinged with nostalgia as she reflected on the events that had shaped your friendship. "I can't imagine a future without you."

Her comments struck a deep chord within you. The idea of a future without her seemed impossible.

"I feel the same," you said, your vulnerability tinted with truth. "The simple idea of not having you around... it's hard to imagine."

The admission hung in the air, a devastating reminder of the depth of your bond and your reluctance to imagine a future apart from each other.

Bada moved in closer, her hand resting on yours in a gentle hug. Her touch imparted a warmth that went beyond words, a gentle reassurance in the face of uncertainty.

"I want to dance more in the future," Bada said determinedly, her eyes blazing with unflinching passion. "I want to express myself through movement."

"That sounds amazing," you said with a sweet smile on your lips. "You're a fantastic dancer." I see you achieving so much."

Bada locked her look on yours, a closeness in her eyes that told volumes. The space between you seemed to vanish in that quick moment, leaving only the strong connection and shared aspirations that bonded your hearts together.

The desire for stability, the longing for a future where dreams intertwined, lingered evidently in the air. A hidden hope for a future where you remained interconnected in each other's lives felt like an unspoken agreement established in the peace of a sun-kissed meadow amid the soft quiet between whispered vows and unspoken thoughts.

The unspoken promise of a future filled with shared dreams, dance, laughter, and unwavering support seemed to hang in the air as the sun began its descent towards the horizon, casting a warm glow upon your intertwined fingers, a silent yet profound testament to the depth of your bond and the longing to remain intertwined in the chapters yet to unfold.

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[doumadono]

emergency request.

hi author. I just wanna let something out of my chest. Recently I was now arranged to marry to someone i barely know. Him and I were friends but surely he was horrible. I know this sounds unreal but trust me it is happening to me. I don't have a choice, i never had a choice nor make any choices, all of my choices were made by my conservative parents. Can I please request a reader who tells shoto about this? Probably asking him to help her run away, just like how i dream of. Have a great day author :)

A path to liberation - Shoto Todoroki x Reader

A/N: I can't imagine the weight of the situation you're facing. Hold onto hope, for brighter days are on the horizon

EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST

In the quiet solitude of his room, Shoto Todoroki sat with an open book in hand, his mind wrapped around the intricate dance of words and emotions. The soft glow of a bedside lamp cast shadows on his stoic face as he delved into the pages, seeking solace in the fictional world that often felt more predictable than his own.

Just as he began to lose himself in the narrative, a subtle chime echoed through his room, indicating an incoming message. With a detached curiosity, he picked up his phone, unlocking it to find a heartfelt plea from an old friend. The words unfolded before him, revealing a narrative of forced arrangements and a marriage looming like an ominous storm.

The message began, "Dear Shoto, it's been a while since our last conversation, but I have no one to ask for help. I find myself in a situation I never imagined, arranged to marry someone I barely know. I feel trapped. My choices have never been my own, dictated by my parents. I'm suffocating, Shoto, and I need a way out. Can you help me?"

Shoto's expression remained impassive, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of concern. A friend in distress was not something he could easily ignore. He pondered for a moment, the weight of responsibility settling on his shoulders as he considered the best course of action. Drawing in a deep breath, he composed a response, his fingers tapping the screen with measured precision:

"I've received your message. I understand the gravity of your situation. Meet me at the park tomorrow at dusk. We'll talk."

The next evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the park, Shoto waited by the familiar bench. The soft rustle of leaves and distant sounds of the city formed an ambient backdrop to the impending conversation.

His friend approached hesitantly, eyes betraying a mixture of anxiety and hope. Shoto stood, his expression unreadable but welcoming. They exchanged a nod, and the air thickened with unspoken understanding.

"I've thought about your situation," Shoto began, his voice calm but firm. "Running away is a significant decision, one that comes with consequences. But I won't stand by while you're forced into something against your will."

The girl nodded, gratitude flickering in her eyes. "I've also considered every option, and I can't let my life be dictated by someone else's choices, Shoto. You know how does it feel... Being held in a golden cage..."

The conversation unfolded like a delicate dance, with Shoto offering both practical advice and emotional support. He suggested a carefully devised plan, emphasizing discretion and safety. Words were exchanged, fears expressed, and a bond of trust solidified.

"Actually I have an idea," he claimed, his tone very soft. "I've been thinking about how I can help you, provide you with a safe haven until you figure things out."

She gazed at him, a mix of gratitude and uncertainty in her eyes, prompting Shoto to continue. "I have a little cottage house just outside the city. It's a quiet place, away from the chaos. I'm not using it, and I thought... well, you could stay there for as long as necessary. It might give you the space to breathe, to decide what you want to do next."

A flicker of surprise and gratitude flashed across her face as she processed his offer. "Shoto, I... I don't know what to say. Are you sure? I don't want to impose. You're already doing a lot to me by offering your support..."

Shoto met her gaze, his expression unwavering. "You're not imposing. If anything, it's the least I can do to help. You deserve a sanctuary, a place to gather your thoughts without the weight of the world pressing down on you."

He reached into his pocket, retrieving a key. "Consider this your key to freedom, at least for now, and rather in symbolic manner. The cottage is yours. I'll make sure it's prepared for your arrival. Tomorrow night, when the world sleeps, we'll leave this place behind. I'll ensure your safety on the way, is that okay with you, Y/N?"

As the stars emerged in the night sky, a pact was sealed beneath their twinkling gaze. The crisp air of the evening enveloped them as Shoto and his friend stood outside the park after taking a little stroll through alleys, their breaths visible in the chilly night.

"Thank you, Shoto," the girl brought a curled palm with a key to her chest as if hugging it.

The following night, she found herself standing in front of the quaint cottage, a haven nestled in the serenity of nature.

Shoto had thoughtfully prepared everything, ensuring she had the solitude she needed to reflect and plan her next steps.

Inside the cozy abode, she felt a sense of peace wash over her. As she settled in, the weight on her shoulders began to lift, and for the first time, she glimpsed the possibility of a future shaped by her own choices.

The soft glow of city lights filtered through Shoto's apartment window as he stepped inside, the night's events weighing on his mind. As he settled into the quiet solitude, a gentle chime signaled a new message on his phone. Opening the message, Shoto found heartfelt words from the old friend he had helped.

"Thank you for being my guiding light in the darkness. You've given me back my freedom, and I'll be forever thankful."

A faint smile touched Shoto's lips, a silent acknowledgment that, in the darkness of the world, a small act of kindness could illuminate someone's path to liberation.

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[ethanreedbooks]

Fresh Variant Covers Unveiled for 'Uncanny X-Men' #1!

New variant covers for "Uncanny X-Men" #1 offer fresh looks at Wolverine, Gambit, and more! Marvel Comics has unveiled a slew of variant covers for Gail Simone and David Marquez’s upcoming "Uncanny X-Men" #1, hitting shelves this August. Following yesterday's reveal of the main cover by David Marquez, today brings a glimpse at a variety of variant covers, adding to the anticipation for this highly anticipated release.

Marquez expressed his excitement, stating, “'Uncanny X-Men' is the book that made me fall in love with comics. It’s been a dream come true getting to work with Gail, Matt [Wilson], and the whole Marvel editorial crew under Tom to put together this story: a badass, heartfelt, action-packed, character-driven X-Men mystery. I hope readers have at least half as much fun reading it as we have had making it.”

So, what's "Uncanny X-Men" all about? In this series, a core group of essential X-Men rise From the Ashes to face a world without a home and without Professor X. Bonds among the mutant community seem to be slipping away, leaving Rogue reluctantly designated as the hero tasked with bringing them back together. But a fearless, malignant power is out there hunting mutants, harboring a terrible secret that threatens the very existence of the X-Men.

With its launch scheduled for August, "Uncanny X-Men" will be the second of three flagship X-titles set in the upcoming From the Ashes era. Fans can now feast their eyes on all-new variant covers for the debut issue, including group shots by series artist Marquez and celebrated X-Men artist Leinil Francis Yu, a Hidden Gem piece by superstar artist Adam Kubert, and the first in a series of character pinups spotlighting the new team by Luciano Vecchio.

After the devastating loss of Krakoa, mutants need the X-Men more than ever. With Professor X missing, Rogue reluctantly finds herself tasked with keeping the team together. Alongside Wolverine, Gambit, Nightcrawler, and Jubilee, they forge a new home in New Orleans, becoming a haven for mutants seeking refuge from a hostile world. Together, they protect mutants from persecution and ensure a future worth fighting for. They are the Uncanny X-Men!

Preorder "Uncanny X-Men" #1 at your local comic shop and get ready to dive into action with Rogue's squad when it hits shelves on August 7th! For more information, visit Marvel.com.

#uncanny xmen #x reader #x-men #x men #marvel #marvel comics #wolverine #gambit #jubilee #rogue #nightcrawler #new orleans #gail simone #fall of x

[luvcraze]

Love Notes

These love notes convey heartfelt sentiments and expressions of affection for your partner. Feel free to personalize them to reflect your own feelings and experiences.

1. "Every moment with you feels like a dream come true. Thank you for filling my days with endless love and joy."

2. "You are my sunshine on the darkest of days, my rock when life gets tough. I am endlessly grateful to have you by my side."

3. "Your love is like a beacon of light guiding me through life's ups and downs. I cherish you more than words can express."

4. "In your arms, I find solace and peace. You are my safe haven, my refuge from the chaos of the world."

5. "With each beat of my heart, I am reminded of the depth of my love for you. You are my forever and always."

6. "Your laughter is my favorite melody, your smile my greatest treasure. I am blessed beyond measure to call you mine."

7. "I fall in love with you more deeply with each passing day. You are the missing piece of my heart, my soulmate."

8. "No words could ever capture the depth of my love for you. You are my everything, my reason for being."

9. "Even on the darkest nights, your love shines brightly, illuminating my path and guiding me home."

10. "Forever and always, I will choose you. You are my greatest blessing, my truest love."

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[clorvismaximus]

A Childhood of Clownery

I recently had the pleasure of interviewing an older lady who had clowns in her childhood. As we all know, keeping clowns as personal pets is a rather new phenomenon. Previously, only traveling circuses could afford to keep clowns permanently, and most of the older generation could only afford to rent a clown for special occasions, like birthday parties. This is what made this interview that much more interesting!

Without further ado, here is the interview:

Clorvismaximus: I'm delighted to announce that we're here today with Dorrie, a storyteller from the heart of Dixie, ready to share tales of growing up with a special friend—a clown named Doodles. Now, Dorrie, tell us, what was it like having a clown as a childhood companion?

Dorrie: Oh, it was a hoot and a half, I tell ya. Doodles the clown was a Southern gentleman of the Homo Ridiculus variety—his rainbow hair and outfit brighter than a Georgia sunrise.

C: Sounds like he was a real character. Can you walk us through some of your favorite memories with Doodles?

D: Well, sugar, every day was a page out of a country song. Doodles had this way of turnin' the everyday into somethin' magical. Imagine balloons bein' gateways to pretend worlds and confetti showers just 'cause it's Tuesday. His bag of tricks was like a treasure chest, holdin' surprises that kept my heart twirlin'.

C: Doodles certainly knew how to bring the joy. How did your relationship with him evolve over time?

D: Doodles wasn't just a pet; he was kin. We'd sit on the porch, talkin' 'bout triumphs, heartaches, and dreams as the fireflies danced. As the years rolled by, he stayed the same—a source of joy in a world that was gettin' busier by the minute. Our home became a haven where human and clown mixed like cornbread and collard greens.

C: Sounds like a special bond. Any down-home wisdom Doodles shared with you?

D: Absolutely. Doodles had this knack for droppin' nuggets of wisdom. Lessons 'bout findin' joy in the little things and the power of a simple smile. He wasn't just a pet; he was like a Southern granny sharin' the secrets of a good, happy life.

C: It's clear Doodles left a mark on your heart. How did his final journey impact you?

D: Oh, darlin', when Doodles set off on his final journey, the streets of Whimsyville got a mite quieter, and the sky lost a bit of its charm. But as I think back on them good ol' days, my heart's filled with gratitude for the memories we cooked up together.

C: Well, thank you, Dorrie, for sharing this heartfelt tale of Doodles and your childhood. It's been a delight to hear your story.

D: My pleasure, sweatheart. Sometimes, the best stories are the ones we live, and Doodles was the star of my favorite chapter.

I hope you all have found this just as fascinating as I have. Clown care has evolved considerably since Dorrie's childhood years, yet I can see the beginnings of what we have today in Dorrie's memories. I teared up hearing about Doodles departing on his final journey. All clowns must migrate, as we all know, but us clown owners can't help but feel heart broken when it's our clown's turn to start their final journey.

#clownery #clowncore #clown posting #clown art #clown #clown husbandry #Clowns #Unicycles #Parties #Pranksters #Jesters #Mimes #Clownblr #Clown care #Clownology #Clownologist

[alwaysbemybae]

SESTINA FOR GOOD OMENS FANS

Let’s peek at our happy ending. A cottage

in the South Downs. A midday bubble bath

for two, who chortle now at their dates gone wrong,

at the shenanigans this ineffably matched

couple get into, like after dinner,

when—surprise!—it’s a double proposal!

How do they get to this double proposal,

warmly ensconced in their cozy cottage?

It’s a wondrous, dangerous route: a dinner

of ox-rib, a bullet-catch, hellfire, a bath

in holy water. Dark wings unfurl, a match

for white ones. A serpent teaches right from wrong.

Heartfelt confessions go horribly wrong.

They wonder what the Almighty proposes,

creating such a blasphemous match

made in heaven and hell. Their cottage

awaits. But it’s not yet time. An angel is bathed

in sorrow, missing candlelit dinners,

amber eyes that devoured him for dinner,

a sardonic voice teasing him for wrong

vernacular. For millennia they’ve bathed

in each other’s auras. His demon’s proposed

escaping to safe haven, maybe a cottage

in the star system whose name matches

theirs, A and C. But heaven’s ignited a match.

The angel knows they’ll be eaten for dinner,

live, by overseers who’ll set fire to their cottage

dreams, who’ll never stop berating wrong, wrong, wrong.

The angel says yes but to heaven’s proposal,

The demon warns of impending bloodbath.

So now we wait for months, for years, bathed

in breathless anticipation. We’re match-

less in number of stories told, theories proposed,

worlds built where angels and demons dine

in bliss, engage in mischievous wrongs,

move books and plants into their cottage.

We dream of the double proposal at dinner,

of baths that heal the hurts and wrongs,

of matching souls safe, at last, in their cottage.

*

Scribbling Vaguely Downwards Valentine’s Day prompts: dinner, date gone wrong, bubble bath, matchymatchy, double proposal, South Downs cottage

A sestina is a poem with six stanzas of six lines each and a concluding triplet. The stanzas have the same six words at the line ends in a fixed pattern and the six words all appear in the final three lines.

My Good Omens Valentine’s Day poems: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3978853

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