I’m Just Gonna Leave This Here.

The Morning After

Because we all need a little AM fluff sometimes lmao xx

A sharp sun ray hits his eyes, forcing him to squint before opening them again. He smiles. Everything hurts. Travis closes his eyes once more, exhaustion taking over his body and mind. There's a sharp contrast in the air: the cold breeze of the bedroom AC in this Vegas hotel, compared to the warm sun ray filtering through the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows. He hears a drawer opening and closing, a little spoon rustling. He realizes in that moment that he's alone in bed. The worst way to wake up today.

A strong and exhausted arm moves across the bed, almost as if reaching for the ghost of her. He sighs, having lost all sense of time and place. He won the Super Bowl. He did it. He did it all because of her.

Travis sighs again, feels himself get emotional again. Emotional, and.. drunk. He's forcing himself to pull the expensive blanket from his torso. Fully naked from the night before, he leaves the bedroom of the presidential suite. His entire body aches, yet the view before him makes him smile for the first time this morning. At the end of the room, he sees a tall blonde, wearing nothing but his shirt, fumbling with the coffee machine. She steps on her tiptoes for a second, reaching for one of the coffee pads from the shelf above the little coffee station. She's still not wearing any underwear, clearly having thrown his shirt over her body when she got up. He smiles and keeps on walking barefoot towards her, not hesitating for a moment before wrapping his big, strong arms around her.

She startles for a second, her cold hands and the little familiar giggle he loves so much in his ear. Travis sniffs into her neck, pressing his face as close as possible. Inaudible kisses reach her skin and a few strands of hair from her neck in between. This is where he always wants to be. Nuzzled into her skin.

"Oh my god, I literally didn’t hear you get up," she murmurs, both her hands now on his that are right on her stomach. She sounds tired and exhausted, just like he is. After a moment, Travis lets go of her neck, helping her turn around in his arms. The view makes him smile even more. Her eyes are puffy, puffier than she probably likes them to be in front of him, and her hair from last night is all over the place. But he adores seeing her like this. He adores climbing onto this next stage of their relationship together. She’s probably as hungover as he is. No question. This isn't the best version of herself. And he loves that he gets to experience it. He loves that he gets to love it, with every fiber of his being. Just the way she deserves.

"Good morning, sweetie." he murmurs, and she smiles tiredly, placing both her hands on his cheeks before giving him a proper good morning kiss on the lips. He pulls back and laughs quietly, his forehead meeting hers.

"Are you okay?" he asks gently, feeling clearly that she's exhausted, more than usual. This is a next-stage tired Taylor he hasn’t encountered yet. Her eyes small, her face is pale and her hands cold. She seems off to him, seems a little more quiet than she usually is.

"Yeah, great…" She mumbles with a hint of sarcasm in her voice that makes him smile. "Woke up with a sore throat and my head exploding. I think the jet lag and alcohol just got the best of me."

Travis nods, his lips immediately finding her forehead again. He kisses her right over her bangs, both his arms rubbing her bare arms, almost as if this could make her hangover go away.

"Last week was a lot, baby."

She nods, her hands now on his chest while he holds her securely in his arms. She doesn’t even notice that he's naked. It's all about being close to him.

"Advil?"

"Yeah, I just feel like I need to eat first. How are you feeling?" She asks, looking up at her tall boyfriend. His eyes are tiny and he's a lot paler than usual. But she's not really surprised. He really went hard last night.

"I’m okay. I feel great. Might still be a bit drunk actually, but…"

She laughs. He nuzzles his face into her neck again, almost embarrassed.

"I'm sorry if it was a lot last night. I mean… from my side."

"What do you mean?"

"I was… drunk. In another sphere."

Taylor looks at him and laughs, her hands now gently caressing his face.

"I know. Me too. Trav, you are on top of the world right now. You were allowed to have fun last night,"

Travis looks into her eyes and nods slowly. Sometimes he looks at her and can’t believe she's here, can't believe she's his, through and through.

"Hey, I love you."

She smiles slowly, her fingers on his cheek. The unspeakable things he makes her feel. Things she thought she could never feel again.

"I love you, babe."

He kisses her again. She sighs into the kiss this time. The little counter with the coffee machine still against her lower back. But she doesn’t care. His kisses just make her forget that what she needed so badly a few moments ago was coffee.

Just as they pull back, Taylor takes a good look at him, then giggles again.

"What?"

"I love you, but that beard has to go."

He grins.

"Okay, deal. But first, how about I get you some breakfast and a proper coffee, hmm? And some Advil."

She nods, cuddling herself into his arms again. She loves his smell, and she loves feeling so loved up by his big arms. It's been a while since home was a person. It's been a while since she's felt so safe and seen in someone’s presence.

"Please. I need a large coffee. A large, iced latte with almond milk and vanilla syrup. Please. And a breakfast burrito," she mumbles into his chest, making him laugh a little louder. His voice is still rusty from last night, and he knows why. There's been a lot of singing, screaming, and smoking involved.

"Okay, my love. Coming through. Go lay down for a bit now," he says gently and kisses her cheek a few times. She smiles, nods, then steals another kiss. He closes his eyes, pressing her a little closer. He doesn’t want this kiss to end. He doesn’t want to let go of her either. Her smell, her lips, her little hands on his cheeks. He loves this woman more than anything he's ever loved. It's scary, it's beautiful. It's life.

Taylor slowly lets go of him, smiling at him one last time before stepping back into bed. He looks after her, about to search for his phone in the hotel suite, when she turns around again.

"Hey, Trav."

"Mhm?"

"I’m so proud of you. Did I tell you that today already?"

Travis smiles slowly, a gentleness in his eyes he’s not used to himself.

"You did."

"Good," she answers, grabbing the sheets on the bed and letting herself fall into the soft mattress.

Outtakes of Taylor for Elle Canada 2012

- The person who posted requested to not be disclosed

David directing: “Scully is so precious and funny and I think she should laugh more 👉🏻👈🏻”

Gillian directing: “AND she FUCKSS!”

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Can you write a lando fic that is angsty.

Y/n is so supportive and always taking care of lando the small and the big things but he unconsciously takes her for granted.

He is really stressed and becomes hurtful, when she achieved something in University or something, he forgets about it and makes her accomplishment feel small and belittles it compared to his. She really feels hurt and betrayed as she is always there for him.

Something along those lines but can you make sure he grovels and begs for forgiveness I want angst but also a happy ending.

what about me

ln4 x reader

warnings: angst, a toxic!lando moment we love to see it

a/n: this is such a good concept stop you’re an actual masterminddddd hope this is good enough to fulfill your vision and im also so sorry that it took me so long to post this i was trying to prefect it and make it everything my dreams are filled of so enjoy 💆‍♀️🤍🤍

how did it come to this. how could a relationship that was once so sweet turn so sour in what seemed like the blink of an eye. you had asked yourself this so much over the past few months that you had lost count.

when you had first met lando something between the two of you clicked, like there had been an invisible string connecting you two together all this time. lando was so utterly beautiful with his soft laughs, his lust filled eyes, and soft touches. he was so easy to fall in love with. he would surprise you with flowers and take you out on a date night every week no matter what, no matter how busy, no matter the weather, no matter the time.

it wasn’t until 2 or 3 months ago that you had began to notice his sudden change in mood. it started with him forgetting the smallest of things like forgetting plans you had made or even just something as small as forgetting to be back on time at your shared apartment so that he could help with dinner. but of course the forgetfulness would turn into not having enough time for you or not making up for the things he told you he would.

“hey baby sorry i’m home late training was long today” his voice out of breath as he rushed around, kissing your forehead before moving past you towards his closet. “it’s okay babe, your actually here just on time to help me pick my dress” a smile on your face as you held up two dress beside each other one black and the other a dark wine red to let him help you choose but he hadn’t even bothered to look over yet, instead he dug through all of his dress shirts that were hanging in the closet. “dress? for what?” his brows furrowed as he looked over at you for a split second before focusing back on the black dress shirt he pulled off the hanger, taking the shirt he had on and replacing it with the fresh one button by button. “date night remember? you were too tired last week and promised we would do it this week” his eyes finally meeting you for more than a millisecond as he button the bottom of the shirt, his once furrows brows now relaxing as his face shifted into a look of remembrance of his promise to you from last week, a sigh leaving his lips. your smile fading the moment you saw his face shift, you already knew what he was going to say because he had said the week before and the week before that and the week before that. “i’m love i told carlos and a few other drivers that i would go get a drink with them, ill make it up to you,” he moved a few steps closer, cupping you face in his hands as he placed a kiss to your forehead “promise.” and there it was, his favorite word, or perhaps it would be more accurate to say his favorite lie.

soon his excuses would become more obvious that they were just excuses. along with his tone turning more bitter by the day, his temper would show no matter what you said to him whether it be in a sweet tone or an irritated one, fights between you two would happen more often then you kissed, anything that was important to you wasn’t important to him. you knew that he was stressed because of the new up coming season so you tried to give him a pass but when he had your college graduation you were fed up.

“i am there for you every race, every podium, and every accomplishment that you make but the one time, the one time i need you there for me and my accomplishments you don’t show.” by the time your graduation ceremony and party were over night had fallen. you had come back to your shared apartment to find lando already home from where ever he was missing your graduation. he sat on the couch head down and in his hands out of disgust in himself for missing one of the most important moments in your life. graduation cap on the island in the kitchen beside your keys and phone, you standing in front of lando in a flowy white dress you had put on to purposefully put on to look good in your pictures. you had never yelled like this not in your entire life, you were crying but not because you were sad, because you were furious. your name fells from his lips before he began to try and stutter out words. “im s…” “no lando you don’t get to talk, you don’t get to try and make an excuse and lie to my face this time.” you couldn’t tell if he was crying because he hadn’t moved his hands away from his face and looked at you since he asked you where you had been and you told him your graduation. “everyday, every single day i try so hard to tell myself that it’s ok, that i should just give you space, that it’s not your fault and that you’re just stressed but now i finally see that just because you are stressed does not give you a free pass to treat someone like shit let alone me of all people.” you didn’t even care where he was or what he was doing during your ceremony because the only thing that mattered to you was that he was anywhere but there for you. you sighed, bringing your hand up to your wipe your tears as you breathed, your voice breaking from yelling as you spoke up once more “i can’t do this anymore lando i can’t keep trying for someone that doesn’t care.” your words made his stomach drop and for the first time he looked up at you, his eyes red, tear stains on his cheeks “no. baby im so sorry you wouldn’t even believe how sorry i am, i care love, i care so much, please we can fix this” he held your hands in his as he look into your eyes, your head began to shake softly before you pulled your hands out of his grasp “im sorry lando.”

that night you rented a hotel, you just wanted to be alone. you didn’t pack a bag of clothes, you didn’t bring anything other than what you had on, your phone, and your car keys. you knew he was texting you, you knew he was calling you desperately hoping for an answer. staring at the ceiling you felt drained. in the morning you had woken up to see 64 missed calls and 15 texts from lando. he had left you about a million voicemails.

please baby i messed up i know im sorry

i need you

i’m so sorry for everything rude that i’ve ever said to you over the past few months. i’m sorry for all the times i made up shit excuses to skip our date nights i miss them. i miss you.

come back home i’ll take you where ever you want to go baby

i love you so much it hurts to live without you, i should have never treated you badly in anyway i took everything you gave me for granted and if i could go back in time i would undo all of the shitty things i would.

i can’t sleep without out you with me

i don’t know what i’ll do with myself if you leave and never come back babe

please answer.

i can fix this, let me fix this, please just answer your phone

you have a right to be mad at me i know that, that’s fine but just let me talk to you

i can’t lose you.

the thought of us not being together makes my stomach turn please

tell me what you need anything.

pick up baby come on

i love you.

you spent a few days alone thinking. you hadn’t responded to anyone’s texts or calls for days. you had gone to the store to get a change of clothes and then went out to eat. you had needed a few days to yourself more than you thought, it was refreshing to not have to try and make conversation with someone, not having to argue with anyone about anything. you had felt better after a few days to yourself but eventually you had decided that you were ready to go back to the apartment. ready to talk.

when you opened the door he instantly shot up from the couch. it was dark in the apartment but you could see his eyebags from lack of sleep. you didn’t say anything, closing the front door behind you before throwing your keys onto the island in the kitchen, dejavú from how you had come back from your party. you walked straight to the room, grabbing a change of clothes before you went to the bathroom to take a shower.

when you had gotten out of the shower and changed you walked back out to the kitchen. you were met with him sitting at the island in the middle of the kitchen, elbows on table, and hands interlocked in silence. you moved to sit in the stool next to him.

“i care.” his voice cracking and echoing through the quiet and dark apartment. “i need you to know that i care,” he spoke slowly, letting a silence fall before speaking again a few time. “and i need you to know that the thought of us not being together keeps me up at night.” his eyes locked on his fingers picking at one another while you glanced over at him every now and then. “when you left i saw how much i took you for granted. how much i didn’t appreciate every time you smiled at me, every time you kissed me, even just your mere presence.” a sniffle coming from him before he continued “i don’t want us to end. i love you more than i’ve ever loved anyone in my entire life and i don’t think that i would be able to live with myself if we broke up. i know ive broken all of my promises to you but please believe me when i tell you that i will do better. let me make up for every wrong thing i’ve done to you please im begging you.” his body was now fully turned to face you, his hands in your lap as he looked at you with tearful eyes so raw from how much he had cried. “i want us to work, but that can happen if you don’t put the effort into our relationship again.” “i know, i know, i swear that i will make time for you again, ill take you out, ill go to all of your important things, ill do anything for you” “ok” the soft nod of your head as you spoke bringing a relieved breath to travel through lando’s lips before they met the back of your hand. “thank you, im going to make of every broken promise i made to you” placing a soft kiss on your forehead he wrapped you in his arms, heart pounding so fast you could hear it through his chest. “i love you.” “i love you too lan.”

a/n: shhhhhhhh wdym i haven’t posted in a week you don’t know what you are talking abt, it was all a dream you’re delusionallll 😴😴😴 also bye this is like my longest fic i literally but my blood sweat and tears into this and im STILL working on requests 😜

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told me i'm better off, but i'm not.

whenever i see parents walking with their baby andtheyve got their baby between them i get so emotional im not describing it well but like this

i ran out of space for the other one so theyve only got 1.5 parents but its fine

Julie Andrews at the original My Fair Lady recording session, 1956

that awkward moment when Julie Andrews looks better in a suit than any man every could