#i just love them and they better kiss this season 🥺

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❛ HEAVEN KNOWS ❜ ❨ lando norris x singer!reader ❩

📻 track two: wendy.

in which the they were the perfect couple, until they weren’t. or in which we take a look back into what made heaven itself fall apart.

. . . SEPTEMBER 2023

INSTAGRAM. september twenty—seventh.

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yourusername first song from the good witch! i wrote wendy after a day huddled under my duvet rewatching every adaptation of peter pan that exists. it’s all about falling for lost boys and trying your best to see the best in them even though your heart tells you better. it’s about not making sacrifices even though you want to, learning to put yourself first despite how much love might blind you to do the opposite. what about wendy!

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user STOP these songs are going to tear lando apart i just know it

charlottesiine wendy darling 🤍 lock the windows!!!!

user is lando her lost boy 😭😭😭

REWIND… AUGUST 2022.

for just under three years, heaven was all you knew. lando was a dream, all wrapped up in his love for you and forever devoted to your attentions. maybe the effect of being locked up together for months as the pandemic reigned had given you both a taste of stockholm syndrome and left you with nothing else to focus on. or maybe it was just time.

the beginning of summer break was when you felt the first shift. every other year, lando whisked you away on a holiday to the sunniest place he could find. he wined and dined you, making up for all of the lost time between the racing season and touring. only, this time, he had booked a trip to ibiza with max and his friends.

“what about me?”

“i don’t see them that often either, you know that,” he defended.

it was understandable, you supposed. he liked those kinds of places, you didn’t. so while he partied there, you spent a little extra time in the studio. but then it was a week in spain with carlos, another in croatia with daniel. the compromise came in the form of monaco. you would take some time off, leaving your london flat behind, and come stay with lando in his monte carlo apartment.

you were all excitement, until you realised your time there was scheduled around lando’s meetings and dj sets and boys night out. the desperation to be close to him trumped all else and so you followed him around like a lost puppy, forever blinded by the sweet kisses and doting promises.

“i’ll take you to dinner tomorrow night, just me and you,” lando would murmur in your ear, letting your frustration subside long enough to let him go back to his friends.

it took that whole month in monaco to realise that this is what lando wanted: someone to follow after him and live for the short term magic, only to be let down by the endless maybe’s, trusting that he’ll catch you when you fall. it terrified you, and yet your undying love kept you playing along.

“i have a show in brixton next week,” you told him on your last morning in monaco, shoving the last of your clothes into your case. “it’s low-key, for some of the really devoted fans. i got management to put your name on the list.”

lando zipped up the last of your belongings, soft thumbs caressing your cheeks. “i wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

you grinned happily, uncaring for whatever doubt sank in your stomach when it was just the two of you, his lips soothing on your warm skin. he loved you, truly.

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user1 the intimate shows w her are my fav 🥺🥺🥺

user2 mother!

user3 was lando there? i heard she gave him a shoutout

⤷ user2 she sang feels like this and dedicated it to him!

⤷ user4 yeah but it seemed like she was looking out for him in the back when she said it and it didn’t look like he was there ☹️

⤷ user5 ouch 🥲

“are you alright?”

it’s the first thing you ask when he answers the phone, and you know it’s horrible that you hope something bad has happened — but it’s better than the truth that weighs heavy on his lips.

“i’m so sorry love, i meant to call you earlier,” lando groans through your speaker, your dressing room door clicking closed behind you. still in your stage outfit, you await the excuses. “the flight was delayed and then cancelled. i would get the next flight but i’ve got that thing tomorrow evening.”

“oh, i see.” your eyes sting.. “are you back in the apartment now?”

“huh? oh yeah, i just got an uber back from the airport and i’m ordering some food now.”

if you had the energy to scoff and argue you would, for you can hear the distant bouncing of club music on the other end of the phone, most likely muffled by where lando has hidden away in the bathroom.

“that’s nice,” you whisper, picking anxiously at the skin around your nailbed. “well, the show went really well. i think that—”

“babe, you’re breaking up. i’ll call you tomorrow okay?” lando’s voice raises as the bathroom door on his side opens to let the loud music peek in. “i’m sorry again.”

“okay, bye,” you sigh, but the call ends before he can even hear it. sinking into the small sofa of the dressing room, curling into yourself, the tears flow over your perfect makeup — fading the lipstick you’d chosen just for him.

you couldn’t live like this, is what your friends told you when you spent your evening crying on their sofa. but you loved him, and you would follow him to the ends of the earth. you could be married soon, waiting up at night for the sound of the door unlatching. it’s a life you could have and you knew it — even if it wasn’t what you wanted.

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user1 boyfriend lando pics!!!

carlossainz55 so great to see you!👸

⤷ yourusername time for you to come to london now!!!!

⤷ carlossainz55 ✈️🏃🏻💨

user2 ofc lando brings her to the track even on summer break 🙄😅

landonorris my wendy darling ❤️

⤷ user3 does this make lando peter pan?

⤷ yourusername 🤍🤍🤍

user4 still sad we didn’t see lando at the london show :(

writers note: did i promise this new chapter ages ago? yes but just be happy you guys have it now 🫶❤️‍🔥

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THE OTHER ONE - CHARLES LECLERC

DESCRIPTION I What are you supposed to do when your heart is broken and your brother falls for the woman you love?

PAIRING I Charles Leclerc × female!reader

WORDS COUNT I 3,8k

A/N I Apparently I can write only sad stories?? I’m sorry for the angst (but i’mp actually quite proud of it) 🥺

Charles was the one who meet you first.

He noticed you at the beginning of the weekend. There were always some new faces when the new season starts. And he’s always so focus on Ferrari and what he had to do, that he doesn’t always see them all during in Bahrain.

But he saw you. He could use the excuse that, because you were a new member of the media team, it was hard to miss your presence. Specially since you were there as a photographer and, logically, had to take pictures of each driver for the F1 medias. Yeah, he could say that. Even if it wasn’t true.

Truth was that Charles saw you immediately when he arrived at the paddock. You could have been anybody: a driver’s friend, a journalist from the country, an influencer invented for the event. He didn’t matter. He saw you. You and your beautiful smile. It was the first thing he noticed. You were talking with Pierre, who was doing his little charm number on you, and of course you were smiling.

He could have stayed a few more minutes like that, just looking at you. Then Pierre turned around and noticed him. “Ah Charles! Come here!” he spoke loudly. Charles rolled his eyes from the non-so discreet attitude. He walked to you and after shaking Pierre’s hand, he turned to you. And as he could expect, you were even more beautiful than he imagined.

“Let me introduce you to [y/n]” Pierre said, like he was the one entitled to presented you to everyone. “She’s the new photographer, she’ll follow us all around the season!” He had that smile that was speaking for his mind. And Charles knew he wasn’t the only one finding you attractive.

“I’ll try to be as discreet as possible! You won’t even notice me!” you added with a soft and small laugh. You really didn’t want to bother the drivers, speacially not on your first weekend. The rest of the season would be a mess and you didn’t need that kind of stress. You already knew that Pierre was going to make sure you felt integrated in this world. You didn’t expect Charles to react the same.

Like he didn’t even notice it, he put a hand on your arm. “Don’t. It’ll be a pleasure to see you.” It was sincere and honest; you both knew it. You all knew it, technically because Pierre heard it too. But what his friend noticed that you didn’t, was the message behind it. Charles had laid his eyes on you and wasn’t ready to take them off.

You didn’t see him much during the weekend. Expect for the Sunday after party where he invited you. To celebrate his first victory of the season.

You thought it would be a good way to meet the other drivers, socialize with the teams, meet some new people. Turns out, even though you did make some new friends, you mainly discovered Charles. Sharing his bed that night really helped getting to know him better.

“I can’t stop looking at you” Charles told you at some point during the party. You found it crazy that out of all the people there, you were the one he wanted to spend his celebration party with. You both had drink: enough to find the courage the flirt, but not too much to appreciate everything that was happening. But drink or not, there was the same intensity in the Monegasque’s eyes that you saw when you met him. You didn’t want that to stop.

So you put a hand on his arm, just like he did with you the other day, and whispered in his ear “Don’t.”

He wanted until you were in his bedroom to kiss you, to avoid some unwanted pictures on social medias that would give proof to the rumors. But then, he never stopped. Your lips almost hurt when you went to sleep from all the kisses you got from him. It was passionate, like you both needed to feel each other to feel alive. You were both in places in your life where you were afraid of love and feeling unsatisfied my anything. This moment was like a fire that only you two together could keep alive.

You made a silent agreement that this was it was going to be with you. It sounded logical: you both had a magical moment and couldn’t stop thinking about it. Why would you even consider not doing it again?

There was just one thing none of you thought about.

“Oh, Charles! J’ai une question. I have a question Do you know the new photographer? I mean, you do, I saw you with her at your party two weeks ago. But…do you know her?”

In any other situation, Charles would have laugh at his baby brother way of speaking his thoughts. Arthur always acted like he was telling things just the way they were coming in his mind, no matter if it makes sense or not. So yeah, he would have laughed. If Arthur wasn’t talking about you.

“I kinda know her yeah, why?” he asked. It was only Thursday, the medias day, so the paddock was pretty calm. And the two brothers decided to take advantage of that time together to discuss the beginning of the season around a drink. But the season wasn’t the subject anymore. Charles was glad he could hide his suspicious look behind his sunglasses. He was scared about how the conversation might turned out. He had every right to do so.

“I don’t know.” Arthur shrugged. “I find her cute…” he had this angelic and sweet smile. Like he was already daydreaming about you. She’s mine Charles wanted to say. But he couldn’t. Because you weren’t technically his. Because he was a good brother. Because Arthur was a better man than he was, right now.

So, when he saw you coming over them, Charles called you. “I wanted you to meet Arthur.” He simply said. You look at him with confusion. Technically, you did know about Arthur Leclerc, so it wasn’t a surprise to see him. What you didn’t understand, was Charles’ expression, almost like he was torn between letting you meet his brother and wanting to keep you for himself. “Arthur, this is [y/n].”

This was the first step of his runaway. You were simply you. Nothing attached to him. Just you.

Charles then found some excuses to leave the two of you alone.

That was the last time you saw him this weekend.

“Je suis peut-être con“  

“You really doubt that?” Charles answered with a laugh, to which Pierre replied with a hit in his shoulder. The season was going on and it was already the sixth race, in Italy. Without a surprise, Ferrari had rented a beautiful and very luxurious hotel for the team. One with a beautiful pool that Pierre decided to take advantage of as “the best friend”. So they were now hanging out in the massively beautiful rooftop after swimming (no, competing), enjoying the view. Or, enjoying it before seeing what was really happening down there.

“So, I was saying,” Pierre started again “I might be stupid, but didn’t have a thing for [y/n]?”

Charles didn’t expect this question. He was quite surprised, to say the least, since nobody seemed to talk about you around him. Not like a secret agreement, simply that even if the drivers liked you, they were talking about you all the time. That made sense. And the few people that knew Charles got along with you in the first place were Arthur and Pierre.

More than that, Charles stopped talking to you after you met Arthur. It was, this time, a secret agreement he made…with himself. He wanted you to be happy and he knew his brother. He would be the best man for you. During of his sleepless night that he used to compose a new song, Charles found a good comparison.

You were the sun, a beautiful and happy person that bring joy to everyone that meet you.

Arthur was quite like that too, in a funnier way. If you make people smile, he makes people laugh. You made a perfect duo.

Charles, however, felt like the moon. He felt empty most of the time, like he was living his life in a low brightness. His darkness would hide your light. That was how he felt.

“Why you’re asking me that suddenly?” he finally asked Pierre. There was no reason for him to bring you up like this. He thought so. Until Pierre pointed to a couple in the hotel’s yard.

“I just want to know why she is with Arthur right now.” Charles looked down and his friend was right. You were right there, holding with Arthur while he was probably telling you about his day and some other F2 stories.

Did he hate that sight? Yes. But he caused it. So, in some way, deep down, he felt kind of proud that his plan was working. “They are better together” he shrugged, turning around so he was facing the pool instead of the yard. He heard Pierre’s little laugh. A surprised and judgmental one. “What?”

“You really believe that?”

“Yes.” He’s better than me. He’s a good lover, he knows how to keep his relationship clean and lovely. I’m just good at breaking hearts. The others and mine too. But he didn’t say more. With a simple look, Pierre knew it was better to change the subject than insist on it. Even if, as his best friend, he felt Charles was doing a mistake.

But it wasn’t that day that Charles felt like a mistake. It was the one in Canada.

He did his worst qualification of the season here. He didn’t even left Q1 which was a shame and the medias were already wondering if Charles was reader to fight for the rest of the championship when he was doing mistakes like that. He hated that. He hated the treatment he was getting every time he was making a stupid and meaningless mistake. He knew he would do his best for the race. He knew that, even if he ends up 10, he will still be leading.

But tonight, he felt like a stupid and idiot mess. Worse, he knew that the Formula 2 wasn’t here this weekend. Arthur wasn’t there.

This explained why he allowed himself to knock on your door, at 10 pm.

You didn’t expect any visitor. It wasn’t like anybody would come see you at night anyway. The only person you thought would be happy to see wasn’t even in the country.

And lastly, Charles was certainly not the one you expect to see when you opened the door.

But here he was, in his oversized Ferrari sweater, with his hair messy like he’s playing or pull them, and such a sad and broken expression you’ve never seen on anybody before. You knew the reason behind it. You were there. You saw it all: the bad qualification and his reaction afterwards. How he jumped from his car and went to hide for a good twenty minutes. How he did half the interviews he was supposed to do.

You wanted to run to him. It killed you to see him this sad and defenseless. Nothing mattered, not the way he ghosted you nor that you were seeing his brother. You wanted to comfort Charles but felt like it wasn’t your role.

Turned out that, maybe, it was yours in the end.

“Come in” you simply said, moving just enough to let him pass. Your room was pretty identical to his. Charles could have walked with his eyes closed he would have found your bed. He sat like he has been waiting to reach this destination for hours now. And somehow, it was the truth. He was looking for a place where he wouldn’t be alone nor judged. He couldn’t stay with the other drivers; competition was always coming first. He had no one but you.

God, he wished he truly had you.

You didn’t hesitate and ran to sit next to him. As soon as you put your arm around his shoulder, he cuddled against you. You never imagined Charles being this broken. You couldn’t imagine the amount of things that accumulate in his mind and heart to make him feel this…shattered. “I’m so tired of all this.” He whispered and you rocked him slowly, trying to calm him down. “I shouldn’t even be there.”

“Why?” you had a small voice, like you were too scared to even ask. And when Charles looked at you in the eyes, it was almost like everything in him was screaming his brother’s name. Of course. It wasn’t fair for Arthur. But…”we’re not together.” You saw the frown on his face and couldn’t resist caressing it with your thumb to relax him. “We’re taking things slowly, so we’re not official dating.”

You both had your reasons. Arthur had broken up with his last girlfriend not so long ago and didn’t want to commit into a new relationship too fast. Too scared of being heartbroken again. And you, besides the new job and its obligation, you still had Charles in mind. Or, more exactly, was still frustrated by how everything ended. How could you love Arthur with your whole heart if you still had his brother living there?

It was all Charles needed for tonight. As soon as he knew he wasn’t doing the worst thing he could ever imagine, he started leaning towards you. You could feel his hand slowly coming to your neck, his fingers brushing your skin softly. His lips were just a few millimeters away from yours, you could feel his breath against it, when you spoke. “Don’t do that.” You whispered.

“Why?” his voice was shaking, it was almost a cry. Almost like a junkie who needs his drugs, Charles needed to feel you. Again.

You brought a hand to his face and brush his cheek with so much love that he would love to keep that forever with him. “You will regret it in the morning…” and that was when it became obvious to him. That you were way too good for him.

You could have said, we will regret it. But you didn’t. You thought about Charles’ feelings first. How he would never forgive himself for betraying in baby brother even if you weren’t dating. How he let himself taste you tonight he won’t ever be able to contain himself. It didn’t matter how you feel about that. What matter to you was him.

So, he simply nodded, brushing having a tear he didn’t realize was there until it fell on his lips and took a step back. You keep a hand on his arm, to make sure he wouldn’t leave with a broken heart. Wouldn’t do anything too stupid. After a few minutes, you both laid on your bed, facing the ceiling.

You stayed like that, in complete silent, for a long time. “You chose the right Leclerc.” He had a sad laugh that you wished you never heard. “Arthur has a pure heart.”

You turned your head to face him, even though he wasn’t ready to move. Facing you would mean facing his problems. And it didn’t want that. Not right now. “And you don’t?”

“My heart is so broken. I’m pretty sure I’ve lost some pieces in the way. I don’t even know how to love properly. That’s why you should be with him. He knows how.”

You didn’t add anything. Charles didn’t someone to prove him wrong. He needed you to listen to him and to understand how he felt. He needed someone to know about that, so he didn’t have to live with that by himself. Even though you were sure he was able to love, you didn’t correct him. In silence, you prayed he would one day feel able to love again. Properly.

Even if it’s not with you.

What Charles didn’t say, was that he knew it was his last chance to have you. If he told Arthur that he was in love with you, his brother would let you go. Without a single doubt. But what kind of big brother would he be to break Arthur’s heart just for his own pleasure?

At least, in this scenario, nobody was asking anything to anyone. Charles’ sacrificing his love life was his own choice. He could only blame himself for letting you go.

He fell asleep on your bed that night and you let him. When you woke up the next morning he had already left. No notes. Nothing. All you got was a small smile when you saw him in the paddock. The only thank you for being here you needed.

The only one you got for the rest of the season.

A few days after that race, when you saw Arthur again, he decided to post a picture of you two together. “I know we take our time but being away from you made me realize that I love you more than I thought.”  He told you. You would have been a fool to not accept such a pure love. So, you accepted it. You accepted Arthur’s pure heart.

For most of the season, you didn’t talk much with Charles expect when you both had to: when you were in the same room, and you didn’t want to look like you hated each other. It wasn’t hard to imagine to kind of rumors you would get if you weren’t talking with your brother-in-law. Or simply when you had to take pictures of him. You would talk about the race, mostly. Charles never felt like he had the right to ask you any questions about your life anymore.

You had to wait until October to finally see him outside of the circuit. And it was for his and Arthur’s birthday. It was easier for their family to celebrate it during the same weekend since their birthday were just two days apart.

As Arthur’s girlfriend, you had to be there. You didn’t even think about missing it. Since your night with Charles, you slowly let him leave your heart so you could all of it to Arthur. It wasn’t easy and there were some lonely nights where you thought about that choice. But you’ve been dating the younger for months now and it was too late to change it.

It wasn’t easy being there and seeing Charles. He looked healthier than he did earlier this year, smiling and laughing with his friends and family. He looked gorgeous. Looking at him made you realize that you still hadn’t finish the process of forgetting about him. But the real question was, would you ever forget totally about Charles?

At some point during the night, you noticed him being alone in their family garden while everyone was having fun inside. It didn’t matter if it was your heart screaming to go see him or your empathy that didn’t want to leave him alone. You just couldn’t see him like that and do nothing. “I’ll be right back.” You said to Arthur, kissing his cheek before going outside. That man was so sweet and innocent he probably just assumed you wanted to make sure his brother was fine. Arthur never learnt about your past, or whatever happened between you and Charles. And he never will.

“What a way to enjoy your birthday.” You told Charles once you were near him. He turned around to look at you and forgot how to breath for a good second. Knowing you were there was hard Knowing you were here for his brother first was harder. But seeing you coming to him, being that beautiful, was awful.  

But he still offered you a smile, the same he gave you all these past months when he saw you. A happy but broken one. “I just needed some time alone.”

“Oh.” You replied, already taking a step back. But Charles took your hand without a single hesitation. He didn’t need to say any words. He wanted you here.

So, you stayed there, watching the sky and the stars in totally silence. It reminded you of the night he came to your hotel room. There was some peace in the silence.

But there was another reason for you coming to see him outside, expect for the heartbreak it caused you to see him alone at his own birthday party. You were still wondering if it was a good idea or the worst you could ever had. But you thought it was a good way to end things in a good way. To make sure you would both be able to move on from the obvious attraction you had for each other.

You slowly took the gift that was hiding in your jacket and gave it to him. Charles turned his head to look at you, frowning. “It’s not a real gift. I mean, it is. But there is another one waiting for you inside. This one…it’s a personal one I couldn’t give in front of each other.” You explained. You almost ran away to not see his reaction. You thought it was stupid and cliché. But you also needed to know how he felt about that.

Charles opened it with confusion. He didn’t expect you to give a gift at all. Not after the mess he created in your life. But he took it. And you heard something you didn’t think you would hear again so soon. “You’re offering me…some glue?” he asked, laughing. A sweet and innocent laugh.

“Look more closely.”

He was still laughing, turning the glue over and over until he saw it. You added your own label on it. It was written “glue for broken hearts.” His laugh stopped. But his smile didn’t disappear.

“I want to see you happy one day, Charles. I want to see you in love.” You said, looking at him in the eyes to mark every word. “I thought…I wished I could have been the girl that help you healing your broken heart. Collecting the pieces and making it full again. But I couldn’t force you. So, promise me that one day, you’ll accept to let someone open that glue and make you a happy man.”

At first, Charles didn’t say anything.

He let himself imaging how life would have been if you didn’t meet Arthur. If his brother didn’t fall for you too. If Charles wasn’t too scared to fight for you. If he had found the strength to speak his mind. If he had look at you in the eyes that night in Canada and told you how much he loved you. Would you by his arm right now? Would he be the one you helped blowing the candles with? Would he be the one you would kiss before a race to wish him luck? Maybe. But you weren’t.

And you won’t ever be.

So, despite the tears growing his eyes, Charles put a small smile on his face and took you in his arms. He whispered in your ear: “I promise.”

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description: In which lisa evans and her girlfriend have been together way to long without an announcement

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lisa evans x female reader

disclaimer: remember it is all just fiction!

warnings: a few rough words, suggestive! and fluff!

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"Lisa!" y/n laughed, smacking her girlfriend's hand away from the icing bowl again, the Scott whining as she did so, glaring teasingly at her lover.

"It's baby to you!" Lisa scolds and y/n chuckles as she presses a quick kiss to the woman's lips.

Lisa smiles a little at that, sat happily on the counter as she watched her lover bake cupcakes, y/n hummed lightly along to the music from the radio.

She was swaying lightly and Lisa couldn't help but slide from the counter and wrap her arms around her lover's waist, folding into her as she rested her forehead against her shoulder.

The two swayed like that for a moment, y/n finally finishing the icing on her first batch of cupcakes, the second and third in the oven currently.

Lisa was far too used to her lover baking, she knew she found it relaxing after training and the staff never complained about the sweet treats they got the next day.

y/n turned in Lisa's light hold, their faces coming level, considering they were the same height, and Lisa smiled softly as y/n raised a cut bit of the cupcake.

"Open." She tells Lisa who does and she feeds her the sweet treat, Lisa groaning at how good it tasted.

"When we retire, you should open a bakery, because jesus." Lisa says, pecking her girlfriend's lips.

"It tastes okay then?" y/n asks and Lisa nods.

"Fantastic, though I prefer something else sweet." Lisa says, the suggestive tone seeping through her voice as she presses her lips back against her lover.

y/n lets out a chuckle but grips her girlfriend's shoulders with a gasp when a cold hand spreads over her lower back, sneaking under her shirt to press her body into Lisa's.

"You're insatiable Evans." y/n mutters to her girlfriend, who hums and begins to move her lips down her girlfriend's neck, pausing when her lover lets out a small whimper of pleasure.

Just as Lisa goes to nip at the skin, the oven timer begins to beep, and y/n snaps into action and pushes her girlfriend lightly from her as she gets the cupcakes out the over.

Lisa groans in annoyance and y/n laughs at her as she makes sure the cupcakes are ready, she places them on the cooling rack and turns to her pouting girlfriend.

"Let me finish these, and then we can continue that." y/n winks and Lisa grins.

"We can have sex?" She asks excitedly.

"You're saying it like you haven't had it in years." y/n laughs and Lisa pouts.

"Feels like it." Lisa huffs and y/n rolls her eyes.

"Lisa it's been four hours!"

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y/n was exhausted by the time the game came to it's end, it was a good result, the win would keep them in the top four of the table, which no one had expected from West Ham at the beginning in this season.

Shaking a few hands, y/n laughed when a body landed on her back, her girlfriend pecking her cheek multiple times. The crowd of Chigwell cheered, seeing one of the couples of West Ham.

While Mackenzie and Kirsty were cute, they were a lot less touchy during game time, Lisa and y/n were the opposite, both very touchy people, and therefore would always share some sort of contact after the game.

People loved them, the Scottish forward and English CAM, the two worked so well, and today was just proof, two goals for y/n, plus to assists, one to Lisa's goal and one to Riko's.

"There she is, our golden girl!" Lisa hums in her ear, y/n's hands gripping her thighs as she keeps her safe on her back.

"Hmm, had to do something, hadn't scored in three games babe." y/n chuckled as they moved to the crowd, Lisa hopping off her back as they began to sign some shirts and take some photos.

Eventually the girls moved back into the changing rooms, 'Strawberry Kisses' blasting from a happy Mackenzie as the group quickly showered and changed.

As they all came down from their win, y/n was talking to Kirsty not noticing Lisa nodding at Mackenzie who paused the music as Lisa stood up on a bench.

"Oi!" Lisa called shutting everyone up.

"Lovely as always babe." y/n chuckled and Lisa rolled her eyes at her lover.

"As you all know, me and the missus will be celebrating 7 years next weekend." Lisa begins.

The two had decided to have a party the day after their game, as they were playing a Saturday game for once, and of course their team was invited, as well as their national team-mates who could make it.

"So, Sunday afternoon, we will be having a barbecue that you are all welcome to join." Lisa explains as people cheer.

"So, it's an anniversary party?" Mackenzie asks, a small smirk on her lips.

"Well that and I'm hoping, an engagement party." Lisa admits as she jumps down and onto one knee, a velvet box in her hands as the team all gasp.

"Oh my god." y/n says in shock, hand covering her mouth as she watches her girlfriend.

"Baby, marry me?" Lisa asks, she had never been fond of speeches.

"Yes, yes, a hundred times yes." y/n nods, trying not to burst into tears. "Is this a joke?" She then asks in shock.

"Yes babe, I got on one knee and bought a ring for a laugh." Lisa scoffs sarcastically as she leans up and grabs her lover's face, bringing her in for a long kiss.

The team begin to cheer loudly, Kirsty winking at her girlfriend as they were the only two who were aware of Lisa's plan, and as the two pull away it was clear to see the excitement.

"You sure?" Lisa asks her girlfriend.

"Of course, no one else I'd rather." y/n smiles softly and Lisa sighs in relief as she slides the ring on her finger.

"God I love ya." Lisa sighs, kissing her forehead.

"I love you too." y/n chuckles, before they are flattened by a very excited group of girls.

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y/n next week it is seven years, and the team shall be coming to our party, our engagement party of course!

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Had this one in mind for ages ! Didn't completely turn our the way I wanted, but it will do!

I LOVE LISA SO MUCH

also to the annons threatening me from my LJ arsenal post - have a great evening my lovelies xo

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Queenie! xx

#social media woso #woso #woso x reader #woso x y/n #woso community #woso soccer #west ham #west ham women #lisa evans #lisa evans x y/n #lisa evans x reader #lisa evans imagine #mackenzie arnold #kirsty smith #hawa cissoko #riko ueki

[waratah-moon]

Black Cat and The Dragon

Y/n compliments Matt, Matt compliments Y/n... Romance ensures (Requested by anon) / masterlist, request/ send me love letters

Pairing: Matt Smith x actress!reader (SMAU)

Warning: suspension of disbelief is needed - let’s imagine LNIS came out after HOTD cool? Cool. And let’s all pretend we look like Anya Taylor-Joy. (She's my fancast for Black Cat so this all worked out lol)

Marvel Studio’s Black Cat is the most streamed show in Disney+ history

Black Cat has been renewed for season 2 amid rave reviews

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yourinstagram: Felicia would like to thank everyone for all the support in the least sarcastic way possible. Black Cat will return 🐈‍⬛

blackcatcostar: Mommy???

↳ yourinstagram: Yes, child?

tomholland2013: Bloody well deserved 🏆

zendaya: Proud of you sis ❤️

username: Here before the Emmy nom

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hotdfans: Black Cat star Y/n L/n was asked what she’s been watching lately and she said House of the Dragon!

“You know what I binged on the flight here? House of the Dragon. I think it was my third or fourth watch through. The acting is incredible. The choices Matt Smith makes as Daemon are so interesting. He plays that role really well. I’d love to work with him.”

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yndaily: Matt Smith complimented Y/n during his comic-con q&a and said he’d love to work with her in the future!

Fan: What actor or actress, that you haven’t already worked with, would you like to work with in the future?

Matt: Y/n L/n. I just finished Black Cat and she is phenomenal. And she seems to choose interesting projects, so I think it would be fun.

Fan: Y/n actually said the same thing about you recently.

Matt: She did?

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3 months later…

Matt Smith has been cast alongside Y/n L/n in new thriller

1 month later…

Filming for Edgar Wright's new thriller begins in London

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yndaily: Matt Smith and Y/n at the BAFTAs. Can’t wait to see them in Edgar Wright’s new movie!

username: They look so cute together 🥺

username: I heard there was heavy flirting going on at the after party lol

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yourinstagram: That’s a wrap! Already missing my better half 💔🪞

thomasin.mckenzie: Missing you ❤️

username: This movie is going to be an absolute vibe

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enews: Y/n L/n and Matt Smith confirm they are dating with a passionate kiss last night in London. The pair sparked romance rumours after they were seen getting cozy at a BAFTAs after party earlier in the year.

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britishvogue: The stars of Edgar Wright's 60s thriller, Y/n L/n and Matt Smith, talk the dark side of nostalgia. Click the link in bio to read the full interview.

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yourinstagram: Last month in London

thomasin.mckenzie: Cuties 🥰

blackcatcostar: TEXT ME

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enews: Y/n L/n and Matt Smith arrived together at the Venice Film Festive for the premiere of their new movie. The pair were caught kissing after a night out in London last month, but have yet to publicly confirm their relationship.

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yourinstagram: Venice is for lovers 🤍

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blackcatcostar: Iconic 👑

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marvelstudios: It’s official! Black Cat will be swinging onto the big screen in Spider-Man 4 🕷️ 🐈‍⬛

yourinstagram: I. CAN. NOT. WAIT.

tomholland2013: My spidey senses are already tingling

zendaya: SO EXCITED ❤️

lifeisaloha: Hi Felicia 👀

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yourinstagram: weekend away with my loves ☀️ 💕

thomasin.mckenzie: you’re glowing!

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zendaya: gorgeous girl 💕

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#Matt smith #matt smith x reader #matt smith smau #actress!reader #actress!yn #smau #matt smith fic #Maggie writes

[shankschewtoy]

maybe romantic drabble 2 (giving you their jacket) with katakuri and/or mihawks? (separate)

i think it would be cute to see it reversed (bc they both have exposed clothing) and to just see you try and pile on all your winter clothes onto them; trying to wrap them up in your much smaller clothes bc you’re worried they’ll catch a cold. (and sitting very proudly afterwards in your tshirt while they drown in the excess fabric you dolled them up in)

you totally don’t have to follow that if you don’t want to though! do whatever your genius writer brain desires! hope your winter is well and you’re staying warm <3 love your work

a/n - no wait this is adorable 😭 imagine katakuri just proudly sitting with the tiniest jacket on 🥺🥺 tysm for requesting!!

drabbles prompt 2

Warnings ⚠️ - absolute fluff, g/n reader, smaller reader

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It was snowing, softly, but you could still feel the little twinkle of cold on the tip of your nose when a snowflake fell onto it. It was a silent and peaceful bliss, you, and Katakuri, sitting together near a dimly lit lamppost. You couldn’t help but wonder if your lover was cold… He always wore such open clothes, even in the winter. The last thing you wanted was for him to get sick. You didn’t say a word, you simply took one of your puffy jackets and stood up, starting to put it around his shoulders. He was surprised, maybe shocked, just how much kinder could you get? You wrapped his scarf around his neck, making sure he was now a bit warmer. Sadly you were quite a bit smaller than him, so your coat didn’t fit him right. Katakuri didn’t seem to mind it, in fact, he carried himself differently. Wearing your coat was like a badge of honor to him, something that reminds him of how much you care about him. Just thinking about it made his cheeks turn pink. You saw his face turning pink, you knew it, he must’ve caught a cold from not wearing a jacket! “Kuri- you ok? Are you cold? Here I’ll give you another jacket-“ You started to say, already in the middle of taking off yours. Katakuri shook his head, making you put your jacket back on, “No, I’m not cold y/n.. Thank you for your jacket.” He said softly, wrapping his arm around you, letting you lean close to him. Even in this cold weather, his body was warm, comforting in the snow. You wrapped your arms around his torso, leaning on his chest which was now barely covered with your jacket. Yes, it did look kind of silly, but Katakuri would most likely kill someone if they said that. “You’re too kind to me y/n- I love you.”

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Mihawk was one to like peaceful outdoor time with you. Of all seasons, winter was the one he most enjoyed spending with you. Seeing the trees painted white, the ground covered with fluffy snow, snowflakes floating in the air, landing in the middle of his palm, seconds before they melt. You both were sitting in front of your home, drinking hot tea to make sure you didn’t get too cold. The mug warmed your hands, a comforting warmth that you always loved. Mihawk was reading a book just beside you, wearing his usual open white dresshirt, it seemed as though even if the seasons change, his clothes do not. He coughed once which was extremely odd, was he catching a cold from this weather? You took off your scarf and started wrapping it around him, slightly spooking him. You put your jacket over his shoulders and sat back down, “I don’t want you to catch a cold.” You said with a smile. Your face brightened his days without fail, warming his heart from the inside out. Your thoughtfulness touched him in a way only you could. Your jacket was too small for him obviously, but mihawk didn’t care. The tiny jacket you gave him worked better than any other jacket in the world. He’s never felt so warm in his life until now. He had a soft smile on his face, your soft scarf wrapping around his neck comfortingly. He leaned down and kissed the top of your head, fixing the mittens on your hands so they weren’t cold. He gave you the cup of hot tea as well. All of his actions held so much love and care, nothing but compassion. “Thank you, love. I’ve never been warmer.”

a/n - im going to cry. this is so cute 😭

#one piece #one piece x reader #katakuri x reader #katakuri x y/n #charlotte katakuri #mihawk x reader #mihawk x y/n #dracule mihawk #EDAY450 #katakuri one piece #mihawk one piece #hawkeye mihawk

[laura1633]

can you do a fluff drabble 🥺

maybe stressed max sleeping ontop of charles, head on his neck with his arms wrapped around charles body while charles plays with his hair and hugging him closer

Of course anon 🥰 I have written a short little drabble below featuring stressed Max and sleepy cuddles. Thank you for the message ♥️

“Max? Are you okay?” Charles rubs his hand in calming circles on Max’s back as he hears the Dutch driver stirring in his sleep. It’s the second time this week it has happened and whilst he let Max brush it off last night he doesn’t think this is a coincidence. 

“Sorry” Max mumbles lazily as he turns to face his boyfriend, “It’s just a bad dream” 

“You want to talk about it?” Charles leans in and presses a kiss on the tip of Max’s nose making the Dutchman’s lips curl  upwards into a smile, “If you’re worried about something you can talk to me.”  

Max frowns, he’s not even really sure why he is stressed. It’s most likely nervous anticipation, last season was so great he has no idea how he is going to top it but it feels selfish and ridiculous to say that out loud. Of all the things to be stressing about it seems so insignificant.

“Come here” Charles tries to roll Max on top of him.

“I’m going to squash you” Max pouts, his hair is sticking up everywhere and his cheeks look all rosy and cute, it makes Charles’ heart flutter. 

“How heavy do you think you are?” Charles giggles as he manages to manoeuvre Max on top of him, “Is that better?”

“Hmmmm” Max hums and exhales softly as he nuzzles into the crook of Charles’ neck. The Monegasque’s arms curl tightly around Max's body pulling them closer together and Max suddenly realises how much he needed this. Charles is his safe space, especially when the Monegasque is cradling him so protectively.  

Max closes his eyes and melts against Charles’ body, he can feel the Monegasque’s chest rise and fall  in a nice steady rhythm and hear his soft little breaths. Everywhere their bodies are touching feels nice and warm. 

“I know it can get a little stressful sometimes” one of Charles’ hands runs through Max’s hair and rubs gently against his scalp whilst the other hand continues to sooth down the Dutch driver’s back, “I’m always going to be here you know, I am always going to love you.” 

Max smiles against Charles’ neck, it sometimes feels like Charles knows him better than he knows himself because it suddenly hits him that much of his stress comes from worrying he won’t be enough. When he stops winning, when he’s not at the top then what does he have to give.

Charles starts pepping small kisses on the crown of his head and whispering soothing words and Max realises that no matter what happens this season or beyond he will always have lots of love to give and he will always have Charles to give that love to. He also knows that he will receive all that love back and honestly, loving and being loved by Charles is all he has ever wanted anyway . 

#anon asks #lestappen fanfiction #lestappen drabble

[helpallthenamesaretakenblog]

EPISODE 8 😭😭 THE FEELS

the first line being 'look, you didn't ask to be a half blood' 😭😭 this is the shows equivalent to the good kid reprise

The wooden sword 😂

they have my respect for showing a luke and percy practicing sword fight scene SERIOUSLY the rest of the riordanverse percy still hears advice from luke while swordfighting and that is a plot point that is so special to me okay

the transition from luke to percy as he asks for single combat it's SO CINEMATIC I LOVE IT

The threatening aura of ares after being grumpy and comedic is chefs kiss about dayum time

I wish they kept the scene where percy says something along the lines of "we didn't mention any dreams" when ares yells that gods don't dream but ofc tv!percy knows all

cue one of the most epic sword fight scenes of the century

IM THE SON OF POSEIDON NOW FACE THE TIDE INSIDE OF MEEEEEEEE

NO SERIOUSLY SOMEBODY MAKE AN EDIT

THE SIZE OF PERCY COMPARED TO THE WAVE, THE WAVE ENVELOPING BOTH OF THEM

The camera shots are too good I swear

Ok that was short

I kinda missed the police cars and the sirens in the background and the reporters and all that chaos

sallys in the breeze she's in the trees

Alecto redemption arc wasnt on my bingo card but I actually like it guys

THE NECKLACE

percy staring at annabeth as she makes it harder each day to believe no one cares about him will never get old ❤️

“Wheres the glory in that” lazy ppl dont need glory

Rip lance reddick❤️

the next time hes going to roast zeus’s family percy is going to be older and more intimidating ZEUS IS GOING TO LISTEN and thats something so amazing

the way that percy fell to the ground with his arms on his head by instinct as zeus raised his lightning bolt

POSEIDON YASSSSS

”perseus” wait a sec is this the first reveal of percys real name?

THEIR ACTING AS ALWAYS 10/10

”can i ask you a question?’ DID YOU EVER HAVE SOMEONE KISS YOU IN A CROWDED ROOM AND EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS WAS MAKING FUN OF YOU

Dude was like no hon i aint gon tell bout what i dream about your mother kaboom peace out

huggggg (btw guys im in this show im the camper in the background clapping for the hug) i love that laugh from percy like ‘yep this is how we roll now not bad’

I love that theyre using that position to just ominously talk about clarisse not even letting go, just hugging it out talking about the traitor

Luke and annabeth in the same frame!!! We got a hand on annabeths shoulder AND NOTHING ELSE

THE CINEMATOGRAPHY OF THE NEXT SCENE IS UNPARALLELED

THE WAY THE FIREWORKS GET DARKER AND DARKER AS LUKE IS CAUGHT

Backbiter glowed up fr now he can make interdimensional portals

also percy knows everything as usual.

the girls are fightinggggg

”im sorry” *luke taking advantage to slash percy in the arm* you will always live in my heart

The heartbreak in lukes eyes

the hearbreak in annabeths eyes

also that shot of leah against the bright lights of the fireworks makes her look so pretty

ok we’re just going to gloss over the sadness of the betrayal

Can i just say i love chirons casting SO MUCH im so excited to see him party next season

“I am percy jackson” slay

ANNABETHS PIGTAILS ARE SO CUTE

OFC SHES GOING TO DISNEY WORLD

the way shes just worrying about what it might do to kill her 🥺

annabeth: *Exists*

percy: ❤️🥺😁🥰

THE LIL FLOWER

HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

bro literally gave us the percy and sally reunion of our dreams

”your survival is the key to my rise” get lost grim reaper

petition to call kronos grandpa every dream

ILL BE BACK NEXT SUMMER YOULL SEE ME AGAIN ILL BE BACK NEXT SUMMER ILL SURVIVE TILL THEN

Percy arming himself with the umbrella

I BETTER GET SEASON 2

Woooooooooooo gabe dieeeeee

#percy series #pjo #percy jackson #annabeth chase #rick riordan #percabeth #pjo fandom #heroes of olympus #pjo tv show #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo tv series #grover #percyjackson #taylor swift #taylor alison swift #swifties #tswift

[mochiwrites]

Soft scarian thoughts!! Scar absentmindedly fidgeting with a feather of Grian’s, smoothing down the vanes and brushing the tip past his mouth as he's thinking. Grian getting Flustered by this (did he give him that feather?? 👀)

( this was so adorable I’m 🥺🥺 I didn’t expect to lean so much into avian courting but! it was very fun ueueue )

They’re sitting in some building within Scar’s park, Grian isn’t really sure which one. Honestly Scar has so many of them and so many names for them that it’s sort of hard to keep track. It’s even harder when Scar rambles on about them at miles per second, making it difficult to follow along.

Scar had called Grian over to help him brain storm some ideas for the interior of his castle, claiming that two heads are better than one. Though Grian has a sneaking suspicion that it was really just an excuse to spend some time together.

Not that he minds much.

He’s sitting across from Scar, looking at a bunch of different ideas that the other has drafted up. Though he’s a bit more preoccupied with staring at the man in front of him.

Scar is staring down at his own paper, eyebrows dipping in concentration as he thinks. But that isn’t what grabs Grian’s attention. No, it’s the brightly colored feather held in between his pointer finger and thumb. With his other hand, his fingers brush along the vanes, smoothing over each colorful part.

The sight of it flusters Grian, more than it probably should.

But an avian’s feathers are something of significance, especially when gifted to someone.

Grian just hadn’t expected Scar to keep it.

He had given Scar that feather back in their season seven world, a long while after their little turf war. They had been laying on one of the flat surfaces on the roof of Grian’s mansion, talking about whatever came to mind. He had felt so comfortable with Scar, so relaxed and content. That moment helped him finally take the plunge and do what he had been thinking about doing for weeks.

High on the absolute trust and vulnerability between them, Grian had taken one of his feathers and presented it to Scar.

Of course, the man didn’t seem to realize what Grian was trying to do by gifting him that feather. And Grian was far too embarrassed to actually explain that the feather wasn’t just a gift. It was a question of courtship.

And really, it’s not his fault that Scar never realized!

But he never saw that feather again in the following worlds. Except for now. He had assumed Scar forgot about it, or maybe he lost it. Most days it slipped Grian’s mind as well.

Apparently Scar hadn’t lost it. Or forgotten about it.

The sight of it cradled with care in between Scar’s fingers sends Grian’s heart into a song without any real rhythm, and he can feel his wings puff.

“G?”

He jumps, realizing that Scar is looking at him now, a brow raised in amusement. “What, d’ya go and zone out on me?” Scar chuckles, “I thought I was the daydreamer!”

Grian stares at him for a moment, holding eye contact for a tick before dropping his gaze down to the feather. “You kept it,” he blurts out, unable to help himself.

“Hm?” Scar directs his eyes down at the feather in his hands, and he brightens. “Oh! Well of course I did! It’s a gift from my favorite pesky bird. I wouldn’t want to lose it.” He smiles. “Normally I keep it on a necklace juuust under my shirt,” he pats his chest for emphasis, “but sometimes it’s helpful to hold in my hands when I’m thinking.”

And oh Grian wants to kiss this man silly. His heart is warming like the warm stone of a furnace, and he’s never been more in love with someone before.

“I’d give you more. If you lost it,” Grian speaks without thinking, “No matter how many times you lost my feathers. I’d give you another one.”

His face burns bright red, because he’s basically just confessed to the man.

Scar stares at him, blinking in wonder. Grian resists the urge to squirm under his gaze, and he reminds himself that Scar doesn’t know that part about avian culture. He doesn’t know, his feelings are safe. They’re still—

“Aren’t avian feathers pretty precious to you guys though?” Scar asks, confused. “I think I read in a book that they’re only given to certain people for certain occasions!”

The longer Scar speaks the more Grian wishes the floor would open up and swallow him whole.

Scar’s read stuff? Oh void, what has he read? Maybe that was it. Maybe he didn’t look further into it. Maybe—

“Why if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were courting me or something!” Scar laughs, and his own cheeks look a little pink. He’s rubbing at the back of his neck and Grian’s heart is pounding in his ribcage. He feels like it’s going to burst. Or stop.

Whichever comes first.

Scar’s laughter tampers off when he realizes Grian’s own doesn’t join him, and his ear wings move to cover his eyes in embarrassment. “Oh my god,” Scar mumbles, but he doesn’t sound angry or even upset. He sounds genuinely surprise. And… maybe…

Gathering up whatever remaining courage Grian can salvage from himself, he takes a breath and looks at Scar. “If… hypothetically, I was?” he questions.

Scar is still holding the feather in his hands, and his eyes are shining with warmth and it puts some of Grian’s nerves to rest. He offers Grian a charming, sweet little smile, “Well then I’d accept every feather you gave me.” He pauses, “Hypothetically of course!”

His response sends a burst of warmth through Grian, and his wings flutter in response to that feeling. He stands from his seat and walks over to Scar, giggles bursting from him. “I can’t believe it took you this long to realize.” He plops down beside him.

Scar blinks, “Realize what?”

“I’ve been trying to court you for years, you silly man,” Grian laughs in return, fondly shaking his head. He stares down at that feather again, and he smiles.

“You mean we could’ve had this talk years ago?!” Scar cries in shock, and Grian bursts into laughter again.

Truly his silly man indeed.

#mochi speaks #scarian #hermitshipping #mochi writes #I love them. so much #also sorry if I ended it weirdly??? #I couldn’t figure out a good place to cut it off dkfkdkfk #these two tend to get away from me a lot #so I tried to stop it before they could LOL

[charmixpower]

So I've been asked what my ideal relationship timeline is winx would be like for the canon relationships (on discord), so here it is!!!

Bloom/Sky:

This fucking relationship was a mess! Not even a mess in the way Rivusa was a mess, I mean them both imagining a kiss at the end of s1 fucking mess. Help what is wrong with them

For them I would like them to get in a relationship before the Trix try and convince Bloom that she was made by the ancestral witches (Valtor foreshadowing?) and then they break up during the Diaspro event. He gets his ass DUMPED!!! Consequences for your actions you little asshole!!!

They make up during the s1 finale and Sky is like "can we start dating again 🥺" and Bloom is like "No💙". The imagined kiss can still happen, it was so insane, you can keep it

Then s2 happens and Sky is trying so hard to be a good bf "plz take me backkk" and then hes like "I hate Avalon. I'm not even like doing this bc I want you back, that man is CREEPY. Riven agrees and we had an entire civil conversation about it. Baby plz." Bloom is not listening 💙💙💙 and then the dark Bloom thing happens and Sky fights tooth and nail to save her and they make up form like everything from s1 and s2!!! Yaya

After all that they are dating now, good for them, good for them. WAIT? WHATS GOING ON?? ITS VALTOR WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!!! SKLOOM IS ON THE FUCKING FLOOR!!! God they are such a fucking mess goddamn

Riven very quickly points out that Sky was under mind control and Bloom feels bad and she goes to save him and they talk about it and they're fine mostly. They talk about it, it hurt them both but it doesn't fuck them up completely

The first movie is the same except they don't get engaged, please calm down both of you, think about this for a little longer, but they're happy and good for them

Stella/Brandon:

Literally the only thing I would change is that they are obviously in a relationship early in s1 and they DON'T break up after the reveal, even though Brandon thinks they're broken up

That's it, aside from that no notes

Musa/Riven:

The show ends after the first movie, the later seasons don't exist and can't hurt me (<- are currently hurting me)

In season one it's established that Musa and Riven met before the season and Musa remembers the interaction a better than Riven does, instead of her seeing Riven act like a dick and then suddenly liking him. She's already seen the soft side of him and she wants the "mean to everyone but me" relationship bc Musa is insane too ❤️

S1 and s2 should vibe most untouched aside from this and Riven and Musa should both acknowledge that they like each other at the beginning of s2 but don't get in a relationship bc Riven isn't emotionally ready 4 another relationship so soon after Darcy and Musa is nomral about it (she's not).

S3 except the golden Kingdom is slightly different, the worry Riven is feeling is shown over anything else. Yeah I'll keep the motorcycle thing in, Riven can't communicate and Musa has a mood disorder they're gonna get into a couple dump fights at first. That's just being mentally ill they're fine. They should like immediately make up tho, like as someone who knows people like this the apologies for being insane bc you had a mood swing or can't read social cues are like so quick

Keep the first movie but Riven doesn't have to relearn any lessons, he is simply vibing and in love with Musa and breaks out of mind control bc of his resounding guilt after being forced to hurt her

Tecna/Timmy:

TIMMY DOESN'T HAVE TO PROVE HIMSELF IN S2!!!! EVERYTHING STAYS THE SAME BUT THAT

Okay and Tecna doesn't explicitly state she doesn't want a relationship bc then it feels weird when she gets into one

But like in s2 when Tecna gets pissed at Timmy for not intentionally picking a fight he can't win that could get him killed?? She's treated as the one in the wrong and has to learn to be more chill than Timmy having to do anything, he literally wasn't in the wrong

S2 was so disrespectful to Timmy I SWEAR

Flora/Helia:

GIVE THEM MORE THAN ONE CHARACTER TRAIT!!!!!

Flora stops having a personality after this, please let her yell at people in begging you. Give Flora a character arc I'm begging you

Helia doesn't have a personality!! He has a bunch of implications and he's literally never around in s2 OR s3!! So often it's the winx and specialists except Helia!!

Let them like express different sides of their personality and give Helia more screen time, that's all I ask

I'm on my knees begging you

I can't even say anything because there's literally nothing to go off of

Take the shab stone comic and put it into the show

Aisha/Nabu:

Please imagine a world where Aisha is arranged to marry someone and that person and her love interest are two different ppl

Keep it the same except Nabu isn't her arranged partner, they meet while fighting on Andros and Nabu keeps showing up because he ran away from home and has no idea what the fuck he's doing without all his servants and he's asking Aisha for help djwbdbwjsbwnwbs

That would be MY ideal for them but if have to keep the large plot points the same I wouldn't change anything, like my problem is the inciting incident of their relationship the development itself is cute, but id want them to become official in s4 instead. Only Florelia (sane people) and Brella (soulmates) can get away with the one season romance and make it feel natural, Aisha would not get into a relationship that quickly, but that's a nitpick if anything

No other Aisha relationships exist and if they did they'd be with Roy and not Nex shut up

#winx club #rus chatters #bloom x sky #stella x brandon #musa x riven #tecna x timmy #flora x helia #aisha x nabu

[monkiesimp]

OH SHIT U SAID ANGST TOO

Alright, didn't get to watch season 4, only saw clips, so there's a huge chance I'm wrong

MK feels lesser than now that he's going in and out of his monkey form, and sorta tries to avoid s/o (any gender you want honestly). Avoiding them doesn't work, and now he has to spill why he's avoiding them, and face the kisses and comfort from his lovely s/o.

This is more comfort than angst honestly, and you don't have to do it at ALL, but I just found it rlly cute 🥺

oh wait these aren't headcanons hngggggggggg

I gotchu

- You did notice that Mk was acting a bit weirder than normal, anytime you'd get close to him he'd make some excuse to leave.

- You could see how freaking nervous he was while speaking, it wasn't hard to spot at all.

- So he started seeing you less and less until he finally stopped seeing you altogether.

- That's when you began to worry, when you came at Pigsy's noodles, he wasn't even there too ...

- Which became incredibly concerning at that point, wherever Mk was Sandy took over his job only temporarily. Someone needed to deliver the noodles, obviously

- Even worse, everyone said they haven't seen Mk around, even Mei and Wukong who were very close to Mk!

- You began to panic thinking someone must've kidnapped him and taken him hostage so you immediately go to Macaque's dojo, knock down his door and prepare yourself to beat his ass

- ... He's not here. Should've guessed so, he could be anywhere.

- Then he appeared behind you and pinned you down so you couldn't move

- He was honestly confused and a bit annoyed at first by your arrival, mostly because you fucking drop kicked his door and completely broke it.

- But when you begin to yell at him to let you go and tell you where he hid Mk he relaxes a little, also he took great offense that you think he'd hurt Mk

- After a few moments both of you calmed down and you had to apologize, of course you don't really... Think all that much that he would hurt Mk, you were just in a state of panic and he understood

- He listened to you carefully, then he helped you find Mk by going through a shadow portal

- Surprise surprise, he was at the flower fruit mountain staring at the sunset, which meant Wukong lied that he had no idea where Mk was

- Mk got really startled by seeing you two but quickly relaxed

- Macaque left almost immediately to give you two some space to talk

- You approach Mk and try to have a small talk with him but it feels a bit unnatural so you just get to the point and ask why he had been avoiding everyone

- Mk hesitated, he tried to make some excuses again but you could see right through his lies.

- Then, his smile began to falter as he made even more and more excuses, he ended up sobbing, unable to stop himself from crying

- He (finally) told you everything that happened and why he was avoiding you and everyone else, how awful he felt and how everything is his fault

- You sat beside him and held him in your arms while he continued venting to you about everything that had happened, your hands started touching him softly to soothe him

- Honestly it made him cry even more and he snuggled closer to you to feel a bit better and feel your warmth :(

- You held him for a long time, letting him cry before you began to explain why everything he did wasn't his fault and that he did great, and you were so proud of him.

- He felt a whole lot better now with you by his side, he's glad that he talked to you about his problems. You definitely have a way of soothing him and it made him love you even more

- He began to feel a bit guilty now, that he's been avoiding everyone and how he will have to explain why he's been avoiding them... He was a bit nervous but you assured him you'll be by his side

- He fell asleep in your arms as you ran your hands through his hair and that was when Wukong popped in

- He saw you and noticed you glared at him, he just laughed awkwardly now that you know he lied to you, then he turned around and walked back where he came from so he didn't have to confront you about it.

- Mf thought he could escape this, he can't, you'll have a talk with him later

- The next day you and Mk go back to pigsys noodles, everyone is very relieved to see Mk and they began asking where he's been

- He was very nervous to tell why but with you holding his hand the entire time and giving him reassuring smiles, it was enough for him to explain where he's been and why

- All in all, everything went well in the end! You'll be sure to even give him more love after everything he went through, he deserves it 😤

#lmk x reader #monkie kid x reader #lmk mk x reader #mk x reader #lego monkie kid x reader

[ghostinthelibrarywrites]

for the domestic/relationship situation prompts: geraskier + 19? 🥺

19. Bingeing an entire season of trashy reality show in one sitting

“I don’t understand.” Geralt squints at the TV, where the first episode of the new season of Surviving Love is playing.

“What’s there not to understand?” Jaskier asks. “It’s sixteen beautiful people trapped together, trying to survive while also banging each other’s brains out in the hopes of finding their one true love. The whole idea is that they pair off as soon as possible and the couples all compete to see who can survive the longest on a desert island.”

“Island can’t be that deserted if there’s a camera crew following them around.” Geralt arches his eyebrow as a pretty redhead on the TV has a breakdown about needing to eat bugs for protein.

“You just need to suspend your disbelief for eight episodes or so.” Jaskier winces sympathetically. If he had to choose between starving and eating bugs, he’s honestly not sure which one he would choose.

For several moments, Geralt refrains from commentary, though his left eyebrow keeps twitching, like it often does when Jaskier is doing something that perplexes him so much that he finds himself beyond words. It’s one of Jaskier’s favorite expressions, not that he’s ever going to tell his boyfriend that. They both had a rough week—Geralt got stiffed on a big contract and Jaskier had to have not one, but two conversations with Valdo Marx—so they’re both in need of some TLC.

“Oh, good for her,” Jaskier says as the redhead from the bug breakdown begins making out with an attractive blond man. “She bagged the park ranger. He can probably catch something better than bugs for dinner.”

“Hm.” Geralt looks unimpressed.

Jaskier snuggles closer against his boyfriend’s side. “You know, I auditioned for this show years ago.”

That earns him an incredulous look. “You?”

“Don’t give me that look! It was before Pris and I made our first album. I needed a way to get our name out there.”

“You wouldn’t have survived a week.”

Jaskier drew back, gaping in outrage. “Excuse me?”

“Eight weeks without a shower and a toothbrush? Remember how much you whined when you followed me on that three day forktail hunt?”

“I was the picture of stoicism!”

Geralt is wearing that infuriating little half-smirk he wears whenever he thinks he’s being witty and clever, the fucker. “You were very stoic when you told me to leave you there to die when you stepped in forktail shit.”

“I was traumatized.” Jaskier whacks him lightly on the chest. On the screen, the redhead is tussling with another woman, screaming about betrayal. “And now we’ve missed something important! Go back!”

Geralt groans, but picks up the remote control.

***

Eight episodes later, the living room is dark and strewn with empty takeout containers as the theme music for Surviving Love plays from the screen.

“That was bullshit,” Geralt says.

Jaskier is actually a little surprised. He never really expected Geralt to like the show, but his boyfriend did sit through eight hours of it without much complaint after the first episode.

“Simon and Gretta should have won.” Moodily, Geralt takes a sip of his beer.

Jaskier blinks at him. “What?”

“The whole point is working together, right? Heidi and Jan didn’t really work together; she did all the work while he went off and played grab ass with Elin.

“Yeah.” Jaskier shakes his head, disappointed. “I don’t see them making it past the finale.”

“None of these couples are making it past the finale.”

“I don’t know.” Jaskier snuggles closer, propping his chin on Geralt’s shoulder. “If you can survive eight weeks together without showers or toothbrushes, you can survive anything.”

“Hm.” Geralt presses a kiss to his temple. “We could try it. Put our relationship to the test.”

“Don’t even think about it. I’ve cleaned harpy bites on your ass and picked kikimore intestines out of your hair and that was before we started dating. Our love has been proven thoroughly.”

“And I’ve been to your concerts.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing.” Geralt turns off the TV. “It wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be. I can see why it’s your favorite show.”

They sit in the darkness of their living room for a moment.

“You know, that was season sixteen,” Jaskier finally says. “There are fifteen other seasons we could go back and watch.”

Geralt turns the TV back on without hesitation. “Hm. If you want to.”

Jaskier grins as he pulls the blanket more securely around him. “You know, we could pretend not to know each other and audition for season seventeen. We would kill.”

“No.”

“Think of all the kitty treats we could buy Roach.”

Geralt pauses, considering. “What makes you think I’d pair up with you?”

Jaskier gasps. “Geralt! You knave!”

“What?” His boyfriend shrugs, looking very pleased with himself. “Roach only deserves the best treats. Gotta pair with someone who has a chance of winning.”

Jaskier splutters, outraged beyond words.

“Going to go get more ice cream,” Geralt rises to his feet.

Jaskier stares after him. “Fine! But we are having this conversation when you get back, mister!” He sulks for about thirty seconds before calling, “Can you bring me some ice cream?”

“Already got out the mint chocolate chip.”

“You’re the best. I love you so much that I’ll share the prize money when me and my partner on Surviving Love beat you and your harlot by a mile.”

In the decade they’ve known each other, Jaskier has never heard Geralt laugh so hard. He would be more offended, if he weren’t too busy laughing too.

***

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#the witcher #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #prompt fills #ghost's writing

[bitchinbarzal]

scottie absolute loves to spend time with uncle brady and aunt emma 🥹 she’s always trying to call them and as soon as she sees them in person again she’s all smiles and giggles wiggling trying to get in their arms as quickly as she can

the only thing better than spending time with them is being with her parents. her idea of a perfect day is just being able to spend time with those four people getting passed around to her hugs and kisses and cuddles

-linkedin anon

She FaceTimes them everyday.

Babbles into the phone and they talk back.

She loves the off season because what do you mean I get both my aunties, uncle, grandma and grandpa AND my parents?! She’s in heaven.

Scottie takes it in turns to sleep in peoples rooms in the off season because she loves the cuddles so much 🥺🥺

#scottie sunshine au #linkedin anon

[marc-spectorr]

You better be making HC for the other moon Boys reacting to the reader saying they’re pregnant 🥺🥺🥺

hehe i’m posting this in honor of father’s day,,,

read steven's reaction here!

marc

marc had always been hesitant to become a father.

he didn’t have the best upbringing, to say the least, and the thought of letting down his own child is simply terrifying.

that was until you came into his life and made it so much brighter.

over the years, you taught him how to love himself and helped him realize that his past and flaws don’t define the person he is.

you changed him for the better.

so when you brought up the idea of trying for a baby, marc was ecstatic, very much thrilled.

he loves you so much and would love to start a family with you.

you tell him the most amazing news on a warm, sunny afternoon. 

marc had noticed how nervous you’ve been throughout the day, but you’d reassure him that it’s nothing and you’re just happy to spend time with him, that’s all.

the moment it happened, the two of you were taking a leisurely stroll at your favorite park. 

the same park where marc promised to love and cherish you for the rest of his life with a diamond ring that sparkles just like his eyes.

you nearly blurted out the truth when you passed by a field and saw a group of children having tee-ball practice.

“imagine our kid playing baseball one day?” you tell him, catching the small smile perking at his lips. “i could see you playing catch with them in our backyard, teaching them how to bat. take them to live games every season or watch together in front of the tv.” 

“i’ll have them rooting for the cubs as soon as they’re able to talk,” marc laughs, pressing a kiss to your temple.

you stare at him for a few stolen seconds, smiling wildly at the future that would soon come to be. 

biting your tongue, you head your way to the gazebo beside a lily pond— the exact spot marc had once knelt down and proposed.

“it’s beautiful being back here... got lots of good memories attached to this place,” he sighs sweetly, and you nuzzle your head on the crook of his neck, reminiscing.

“well, how about adding one more?”

marc glances at you curiously as you quickly go through your purse, then pull out a pregnancy test.

positive.

he nearly drops to his knees.

“wha— are you sure? are we really—”

he’s at a loss for words at the sight of the tiny + symbol in his hands. 

the smile on his face grows wider and wider as the announcement settles in.

“you’re going to be a dad, marc. it’s finally happening!”

without missing a beat, marc’s lips are on yours, pouring out every ounce of excitement and love he has.

this completes him. makes him whole. his heart is full, knowing that the family he’s always yearned to have is finally here, and everything feels perfectly right with the world.

jake

when it comes to jake, that man wants to have a baby with you more than anything else.

oh, how he dreams of having a mini him and/or a mini you. he’d often say that a child of yours would be the most beautiful and most badass. and that he’s sure of it.

it’s almost impossible to keep the fact that you’re expecting a secret from jake while figuring out a way to surprise him with the news.

two weeks have passed since your period was due to start, and he’s already asking if you feel any different. he doesn’t pressure you to take a test, but you can tell how antsy he is as the days go by.

when it finally came time to execute your plan, it turned out to be the most perfect moment ever.

jake had just returned from a jog around the neighborhood and found you waiting for him back at the house.

“hi, mi vida. you’re looking as lovely as always,” he greets you, his gaze drifting to the gift bag on the coffee table. “what’s this?”

“a present,” you shrug, giggling. “sit, open it.”

jake feels like he knows what this is all about, yet he pretends to seem as if he has no clue.

you watch with a grin as jake reaches into the bag, silently hoping that what’s inside is exactly what he thinks it is.

“it’s... it’s a hat?” he murmurs, attempting to mask the disappointment from his tone when he realizes he’s wrong.

“yeah! i thought it was really cute, and you’ve had that old flat cap for years now, so here!”

he swallows thickly, his tender brown eyes betraying his true emotions. 

“thank you, cariño. i-i love this, really. thank you.”

a soft exhale leaves your lips. “hey, there’s something else in the bag, silly.”

jake almost loses it as he rechecks the bag, removing the decorative tissue paper inside to see a second item stashed all the way in the bottom.

shaky hands pull out a much smaller version of the new hat you give him... the size of it fitting for a child.. an infant.

“a... a baby? are we having a baby?” jake asks softly, teary-eyed and clutching the cap to his chest, right next to his heart.

you could only nod once before you’re engulfed in his warm embrace.

jake peppers kisses all over your face, his salty tears of joy mixing in with your own.

“i’m going to be a dad,” he whispers with the biggest smile on his face. “i’m going to be a dad!”

jake then turns to a standing mirror nearby, no doubt expressing his beaming happiness to marc and steven. “WE’RE GOING TO BE DADS!”

#asks #fantastic-fantasy-fanfics #marc spector x reader #marc spector hcs #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley hcs #steven grant x reader

[curiositydooropened]

Heyy amanda i looove your writing, your stories are so well thought-out and interesting. Could you maybe if you like the idea write about steve in s2, nancy is breaking up w him but he can't seem to stop thinking about reader. Hope you like the idea and get some inspiration❤️❤️🫡🥺

Hello, sweets! First of all, this message was sooo lovely! Thank you so much! As I reached the end of this little drabble, I worried I didn’t exactly fulfill your prompt, but I hope you still enjoy it! Thanks again for requesting!!!

Under the Sea

Steve is dreading prom season until he spots you, the one who’s always been there.

Wordcount: 1794

Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff

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Prom Season, that fortuitous time of year where normally orange and green concrete halls were painted in pastels and streamers. Christmas baubles dangling from the ceiling in strings with PTSD triggering Christmas lights that had Steve wishing his bat were in his backpack and not just the trunk of his car. A large Under the Sea banner denoted dates and locations - tickets could be purchased in the cafeteria during lunch for $5 a piece. Ballots for royalty could be found at the ticket tables.

Royalty. Steve blanched, tightening the strap of his backpack over one shoulder. Funny how the title of King could be swiped from a kid in a few short months. Prom King was all Steve ever wanted, all he ever strived to be. Now, he didn’t even have the title of championship winning point guard. Now, he didn’t even have the title of boyfriend. Now, the only regal title Steve Harrington could answer to was “World’s Best Babysitter”, and although he enjoyed ruffling the hair of those little shits, he wished more people than Mrs. Henderson would give a shit.

Maybe he’d have lunch on the field today, or in the woods. The cafeteria would be crawling with giddy girls and their dates, and the parking lot still stung of Nancy and Tommy and Carol always cat-called from nearby.

The bell rang indicating the start of fourth period, and Steve dipped sideways down a long hallway toward staff offices and the shining sun of midday in Spring.

Sneakers squeaking against linoleum, he grit his teeth past the coos and giggles of Martha Rhinestad and Emily Henberry, both of whom had turned him down for a date last weekend thanks to Dustin’s Pearl-filled grin-and-growl combo. Steve offered a friendly wave in passing, and both girls giggled once more, louder, brushing past him in a waft of bubblegum and hairspray. He turned to watch them walk away, lamenting the curves of their Levi’s and the fall of his reign.

When he turned back to the door outside, he ran smack into a figure who let out a remarkable yelp. Steve jumped, nearly smacking the intruder with his backpack until he saw you with hands held in surrender, hair tossed and a look of surprise etched across your features.

“Oh my God, Steve. Hi. Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Oh, hi. No, I’m sorry.” Steve scratched the back of his throat and made room for you to pass.

You. You who taught him how to tie his shoes in kindergarten, you who put a band-aid on his chin in the fourth grade when he cut it on the playground, you who took an attack-kiss with grace at Carol’s 14th birthday party even though it was practically assault.

“Where are you headed?” You smiled, glancing over your shoulder at the windowed door, which somehow felt less beckoning in your presence.

“Lunch,” he explained. “You?”

You tapped the tin box in your hand, which he hadn’t noticed until now. “Also lunch. I’m selling prom tickets.”

“Ah,” he nodded, that familiar ache filling his chest.

“Yeah, we better sell out this year, this Under the Sea theme is way more expensive than A Night to Remember, but student council insisted prom be different than last year’s, which I guess they’re right, but it’d be way less work for the planning committee. As if we aren’t getting ready for college.” You we’re rambling, face ducked into the tin box now clamped to your chest, and Steve felt a smile etch itself on his own face, a weak feeling he was getting to used to having again. “You’re going, right?”

He blinked back at you, the sweet and innocent look in your eye matched with the guilt of him not planning to go. He swallowed, remembered he had a couple bucks in his wallet. He could spare it for a prom ticket he wouldn’t use. “Oh yeah, of course. Thanks for reminding me.” It was worth it to see you smile.

“Walk with me?” You offered, and he spun for a third time to head beside you back down the hallway to the hell of pastel that was the cafeteria.

You and Steve fell into step, sneakers squeaking and change jingling against the tin in your arms, and he risked a glance at your face. You’d really grown up, pretty young thing turned into a young woman overnight. You’d mentioned college, talked like you were all grown up. You felt different from the kid that encouraged him to switch from a trike to a bicycle, and suddenly he realized you’d spent your lives together.

“So, how’ve you been? How’re classes this year?” You asked, catching his stare.

Steve sighed, dug his thumb between his bag strap and his shoulder. “Barely scraping by. Did you know chemistry sucks?”

You laughed, a sound he’d kill to pull from you again, and nodded. “Chemistry does suck. I took it last year.”

“Overachiever,” he mumbled under his breath, and he swelled when you caught the playful tone, elbowing his ribs.

“I was going to offer to help,” you continued. The joke of a past tense was not lost on him.

“Yeah?”

You shrugged. “You know I’m always here for you, Steve.”

There was something in your tone that had his stomach flipping, had him remembering the band-aid and the tiny moment in the dark of Tina’s yard during her Halloween party, after Nancy called him “bullshit” where you asked if he needed to talk. He thought of the moment during Thanksgiving break, where he tossed cranberry sauce into his grocery basket, and you asked about his double black eyes. You’d been the first person to approach him then, the first to talk to him for two whole weeks since he showed back up to school.

Before he had a chance to respond, the cafeteria door swung open to a cacophony of screaming teenagers and tossed paper airplanes. Lines formed with orange trays and slopped, well, slop. The nerds sat with the nerds, and Steve narrowly avoided the polo-wearing table of whispers as you approached the long line growing up to a double card table. Sissy Patterson sat behind it, shooting you a wave of relief upon your approach.

“See you up there,” you smiled and shimmied your way to pass out change and stack the growing wad of bills into your tin box. Your hair was shiny, and your smile bright.

“Steve?” The voice sent chills up his spine, and with a warm face, he turned to sweet, beautiful Nancy Wheeler.

“Hey, Nance,” he sighed, shoulders slumped in defeat. As though he thought he could hide in a room full of potential snipers.

“Hey,” she was awkward behind him, soft corners of her lips pinched in a signature Nancy polite smile. Far different from yours.

“You getting prom tickets?” He asked, though he’d prefer to not know the answer.

“Oh yeah. I mean, I’m serving punch and Jonathan’s taking photos so we don’t really need them, but Mom insisted. You know, for her scrapbook.”

Steve nodded. The famous Wheeler scrapbook, perpetually forgotten for gossipy phone lines and romance novels and Chardonnay. There were a fair few Polaroids of him taken for that scrapbook, including a handful from junior prom the year before.

“What about you? Are you getting prom tickets?” Steve didn’t think she meant it as surprised as it sounded, but it hurt nonetheless.

“Yup.” He popped the ‘p’ and took a step up to the wobbly table.

“Steve,” Sissy popped her bubblegum, shot him a glare. He’d stood her up for a date freshman year. He’d never be forgiven.

“Sissy,” he smiled. He fished into his pocket for cash and found ten dollars. And with Nancy looming behind him and you grinning up at him with those sparkly eyes, he blurted out. “Two tickets please.” More confident than he thought.

He noticed something in you then, the slightest slump of your shoulders, a lick of your lips as your smile softened. You took his cash and placed it neatly into the tin, and Sissy shoved two tickets into his hand.

“Here’s the royalty ballot,” you passed over a clipboard, avoiding his gaze, and his throat tightened in terrified anticipation.

“Oh that’s okay,” he shrugged it off as Nancy stepped up beside him to order her own tickets. When he glanced over, she was glancing between the two of you, eyebrows pinched.

“Steve,” you pressed. “Take the ballot. Trust me.” Your smile was soft, shy, but that sparkle went back into your eyes and sent something through him.

He took the clipboard and pen from your dainty fingers and glanced over the pastel artwork until he saw the neatly printed columns for King, Queen, Princes, and Princesses. Under the King category, he found Steve Harrington. It was the first name on the list. Right where he always wanted it to belong. He glanced over the clipboard where you were watching with an eager gaze, and he couldn’t help but smile, wide.

He checked his name and a few others, and before he even tried to look at Nancy’s votes over her shoulder, he took another step of bravery and said your name, actually yelled it a little. People at a nearby table stopped talking.

“Steve,” you chuckled, flashing a polite smile at those around.

“Do you have a date to prom?”

Again, that beautiful smile of yours faded, dwindled, diminished. You shook your head and avoided his gaze, taking change from the person elbowing past Nancy who seemed to be having an impossible time with her ballot.

“Great,” Steve grinned. “Would you go to prom with me?”

The lid to the tin box slammed closed. Nancy dropped her pen, it rolled between them. “What?”

“I’m asking you to be my prom date. I’ll get a cummerbund to match your dress, and I’ll buy you a corsage, and I’ll take you to dinner beforehand. Do you like Enzo’s?”

“Yes,” you were fighting off that smile now.

“Is that a yes to Enzo or to being my date?”

“Both, I guess.” You laughed, that pretty sound. He’d managed to pull it from you again.

“Perfect. Can we talk about it more after school?”

You shrugged, nodded, but he could tell you were pleased. You, who kissed his chin better, you who maybe enjoyed that kiss at Carol’s birthday, you who hooked your hand into his elbow after his breakup and told him everything was going to be alright.

He winked and turned around before he could catch the look of shock on Nancy’s face because honestly, he couldn’t even focus on Nancy when that smile played on his mind. He floated out of the cafeteria like a jellyfish, soft and light and hopeful.

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[a-wholelotta-love]

For the one who loves the most! A Lee rang appreciation post ❤🥺- Ep 7 (totnt 1938)

My baby Rang 🦊

Gosh, so I know I do thoughts after every episode. But after today's episode, I only want to talk about the one person that I watch this show for and how he is one of the most devoted, loving little brother ever. I don't think I can love him any more than this. He makes my heart hurt with love. So, let's talk about how lovely he is-

I knew, with the string that he handed over to yeon last episode, that he won't let go no matter what if that's Yeon's only way back but to see it happen. Oh god, my boy would legit die before he lets Yeon lose his way back. And well, we all knew this from the last season, coz he actually did die for him but to see that same devotion even in the Rang from 1938 who is still pretending to be mad at him. He makes me cry 🥺. I am not even kidding.

The flashback where he is thinking about how Yeon saved him that day. It breaks my heart to know that That Moment was the first time someone showed care and affection to my boy and from that moment onwards, Yeon has had his loyalty and his love ❤. No matter what Yeon would do going forward, Rang would forever remember that one moment. And no matter what, he would always love him.

" I won't let go. Try all you want. I won't ever, ever let go. " This is my new cry fest.

Bro, even, I won't ever let go of my love for this babyy boy.

3. The fact that I knew last episode itself that he was looking at Cheon moo young with distrust in his eyes. The fact that he had a plan ready to go and get Yeon back himself. Man, Yeon, how did you mess up with this little brother. Like how. My boy legit said that Moo young will have to kill him first, if he intends to kill Yeon. My heart ❤💔 oh god, my heart. He is already so hurt and he still fights to protect his brother 🥺

Just kill me first, with all the feels 🥺

4. And man, I knew what Moo young told him even before they showed it. But the words, the freaking words Moo young used.

Is it wrong if I agree with Moo young here. My boy deserved so much better last season. He deserves so much better than being abandoned, being treated as second best, being made to be the villain that situations pushed him to be. I will fight for this boy and how much he deserves to be loved forever 🥺❤

Yeon, you really have the best brother ever and it's time that you do something to give him the life that he deserves. ❤

5. And well, the bonus freaking scene with Yeo-hee. And I am not just talking about the kiss here. He will protect her even when he is hurt but she is someone who will always put him first, love him and protect him. The promo of next episode where he mentions how he, too wanted to live 🥺.Gosh, I believe to some extent it's because he thinks he has something to live for now. And I am glad if she makes him feel that way. I want this boy to want to live and to get a chance to live 🥺 Please writers, please don't take that away from him, I don't know how but I need them to reverse the shit from season 1 somehow, I need my boy to live and be loved by his brother and his girl the way he deserves. Please. ❤

The way he looks at her ❤🥺.

I need him to be happy the way I need air to breathe guys. I will fly to Korea and kill the writers if they do him dirty this season. I sure will 🥺🪓

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[headkiss]

for the domestic prompts (perfectly apt and comforting for me as i’m recovering from a nasty trip to the er on a rainy day) - would weep for prompt 27 🥺🥺 so cuteeee

hi! i hope you’re feeling better and that this maybe cheers you up a bit :D | 0.7k words of fluff, gn!reader i believe but please correct me if i’m wrong! (fixing their hair/clothes just before they rush out the door.)

You’re running late.

You and Steve promised to be at Lucas’ game, the last one of the season. And Robin would be playing with the school band as always. You’d say you watched her to support her, but you also really wanted to see how she interacted with Vickie.

You’re about ten minutes behind schedule when you fix up your makeup in the mirror, lipstick smudged and mascara flakes under your eyes.

It’s Steve’s fault, really.

The wandering hands and those eyes he gave you when his mind was going places. He was a menace. It’s why you usually force him to get ready in a separate room. No setbacks.

It’s his fault that when he saw you checking your outfit in the mirror he came up behind you and spoke into your ear about how perfect you looked. How much he wished he could keep you home for the night.

It’s certainly his fault when he started kissing you, ruining the makeup that you’re now fixing.

Your friends are used to your tardiness as a couple, always getting distracted and they never stop giving you shit for it.

Once your makeup is done and you’re almost sure you look presentable, you head down the stairs to meet Steve by the door.

“Finally.”

“You’re the one who made me have to fix everything in the first place, Stevie.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know, babe.”

You’re opening the door and walking ahead of him when he notices the mess at the back of your head, the way your shirt is wrinkled because of his hands.

Oops.

“Wait, honey. Here,” he stops you, smoothing your hair with his hands and then doing the same to your shirt, gentle and soft.

His hands have butterflies in your stomach once again, but you do everything you can to ignore them so you’re not any later than you already are.

He tucks the back of your oversized t-shirt into your jeans, his fingers skimming the top of your ass before pulling away. Yeah, he’s such a tease.

When he’s done he kisses the back of your shoulder through the cotton of your shirt, pecking up your neck then to your cheek. You stop him before he can make his way to your mouth.

“Absolutely not. We gotta go.”

“Mmm, I just like kissing you.”

“Me too, but we’re so late, Stevie. I’ll kiss you later, promise.”

He likes what you’re implying with that one, agreeing to get going so that he can get the game over with and get back home with you.

It may be selfish but that’s what you do to him.

When you turn to look at him, you notice his hair is messy, too. Probably due to your hands having been tangled in it not long ago.

“You’re messy too. Let me,” you brush his hair off of his forehead, combing through it to smooth it down the way you know he likes it to look. You wouldn’t want to ruin The Hair’s reputation, after all.

You hold hands in the car and he kisses your knuckles at every red light.

Once you make it to the high school, you both try your best to sneak in without anyone noticing. Maybe this time you’ll get away with it.

The game goes well, Hawkins wins and Lucas is an amazing player. You’re proud of him and you cheer every single time he touches the ball, every time he scores. So does Steve.

Robin talked to Vickie a couple of times and you’re definitely going to ask about that later because you really are rooting for them, for Robin. She deserves to be happy and you hope she’ll find that.

You’re talking to Lucas with Steve by your side now, smiling.

“You were amazing, Lucas! Seriously.”

“Thanks, even though you were late. Again.”

You roll your eyes at him and the laughs of your other friends. You can never get away with anything around them. You won’t admit it, but you love them for it.

“I take responsibility for that,” Steve says from beside you, his head leaning against yours.

“How noble of you, Stevie.”

You leave shortly after, promising to catch up with everyone properly soon. Steve’s tugging you along by your belt loop and you can’t help but giggle because of it. He’s cute when he’s impatient, you think.

As promised, you kiss him plenty when you get home. You let him ruin your makeup all over again.

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