#also cackling at him saying the grid was good looking with no prompting

[p1-norris]

jenson saying lando first when asked which driver he thought was best looking… 🤨🤨

[russellrustles]

fawn on ice - c. leclerc

prompt: 17 - ice skating requested by anon

word count: 0.7k

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So far, within only fifteen minutes, you have already politely asked, sternly ordered, desperately pleaded and petulantly begged Charles to accompany you to the ice skating rink that had popped up in town a few days ago. Yet, despite your best efforts, he has been skilfully conjuring up every excuse in the book to be able to stay at home snuggled up under a fluffy blanket on the sofa.

“What if I fall and hurt my wrist? My team won’t be happy,” he grumbles, pulling the blanket up to hide his face only for you to yank it back down.

“Charles, it’s the off-season! You have like three months to chill out a little - make the most of it,” you whine, grabbing his hands and attempting to drag him off the sofa as he frantically tries to wriggle free.

He finally relents, unceremoniously sliding down onto the floor in a pile of pillows and blankets. “You’re so stubborn,” he mumbles, getting up and tidying them away, occasionally throwing a glance over in your direction as you oversee his cleaning with crossed arms.

“I’m not stubborn, just very persistent,” you retort once he’s done, rolling your eyes in a jocular manner as he turns to you and delicately kisses your cheek.

“Yeah, whatever you say, love.”

Despite his initial hesitation regarding your plans for today, he’s rather quick to usher you into his car, unsurprisingly insisting on being the one to drive while you give him the directions to your destination. He seems to have perked up a little, leading you to ask him where his sudden change in spirit has come from.

“Maybe a bit of ice skating will be more fun than watching Netflix all day,” he says, placing a hand on your thigh as he usually does whenever he drives, “besides, most of your ideas turn out to be pretty good.”

You giggle a bit, before replying, “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Most of the drive there is rather quiet, only really being interrupted by one of you occasionally singing along to a Christmas song on the radio, until another question springs to your mind.

“Have you ever been ice skating before?”

“Maybe a few times when I was younger, but I can’t really remember ever being particularly talented at it,” he tells you, holding back a small laugh. So far, it looks like both of you will be spending most of your time clinging onto the barriers.

Charles Leclerc is undeniably elegant in a suit, managing to hold the attention of everyone in the room by simply flashing a knowing smile and having a confident stride. He’s also a terrifyingly adroit rival on track, an expert at making split-second decisions and weaving through the grid with shocking ease. But Charles Leclerc on ice? What a sight to behold.

Although you know he has a knack for an occasional spell of clumsiness, he looks fully out of his element while on ice. Clinging onto the barrier with one hand, you clutch at your stomach with the other, gasping for breath between bouts of laughter as you watch him struggle to keep his balance.

“Goodness, Cha, you look like a little fawn!” you cackle, pointing at his legs which currently cannot seem to agree as to which direction they should be pointing in, slowly splaying out instead.

You’ve got to give him some credit though - he’s trying his best and laughing along as well, the two of you attracting a slight amount of attention from the people around you as you cackle uncontrollably.

“Come on! You can’t laugh at me if you’re not even trying - get away from those barriers!” he demands, holding his hand out towards you in an attempt to persuade you to leave your little safe area.

You’re hesitant at first, slightly unwilling to risk exposing your own klutzy side. However, it’s only fair that you give it a shot seeing as Charles has done so already, so, on shaky legs, you push yourself away from the barrier.

The semi-graceful slide lasts only a few seconds before you tumble backwards, landing on the ice with a thud that’s drowned out by Charles' raucous guffaw. Half-stepping, half-skating towards you, he offers you some help with standing back up, brushing some little specks of ice off you. It’s a little humbling, really, but at the same time you can’t deny the irony of the situation.

With a smug grin he meets your gaze, “What was it that you said earlier about a fawn on ice?”

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The Perfect Date

Prompt: [image: Sebastian Stan, captioned with “She was just so stunning.”] + “A Bucky POV prompt: Bucky telling everyone at the compound about the most perfect date he’s ever had (with you, of course).” Pairing: Bucky Barnes/f!Reader. | 1.2k A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day! Thank you so much @sallycanwait68​ for such an adorable prompt! Sad news: I definitely did NOT write this in Bucky’s POV XD Hope you like it anyway!!! Thanks also to @kentuckybarnes​ who always inspires xoxo And a huge thanks to @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ for hosting this Week of Love! Love to all!

“That does sound pretty sweet,” Bucky says nonchalantly. He take a final slurp of his iced coffee.

Sam smirks. “Yes she sure was.”

“Fireworks, flowers, lingerie, a gunfight… How are you going to top that, Bucky?” Natasha asks. She drapes herself on the arm of Sam’s chair and raises her eyebrows.

“Well,” Bucky says, “easily.”

You roll your eyes, a smile tugging at your lips as you start unloading your tray of clean glasses at the bar. The worst thing about your job on the housekeeping staff at the compound is that you can’t tell anyone what hilarious bullshit comes out of the Avengers’ mouths. The other staff, sure, but not your friends on the outside.

Well, insofar as you’ve got friends on the outside. Which… not really.

“Well, we got started at a little bar in Minsk,” Bucky begins.

Your eyes widen as you slide a wine glass into its upside-down holder under the overhead cabinet. In Minsk?

Uh oh.

“Nice and dim, a couple booths… Kinda a mix between classy and not.”

You steal a glance at Bucky. His eyes, bluer today with that fitted turquoise shirt he’s wearing, are sparkling in the sun streaming in from the giant windows. He’s not looking at you—why would he be?

Okay, enough dreaming, back to the tumblers.

“There’s this table of middle-aged guys hitting on the waitress,” Bucky continues. “It’s normal stuff there, y’know.”

“Normal here too,” Natasha says drily.

“Well. Yeah.” Bucky shifts in his seat. “Anyway, so in walks this woman with a long coat and tall boots—”

“How do you know her boots were tall if she was wearing a coat?” Sam interrupts.

“Cool your tits, I’m getting there,” Bucky says. “Anyway, so I was at the bar, getting intel, and this woman struts in—no, she wasn’t strutting, she was… stalking, I guess. Like Nat stalks.”

You have you bite your tongue. Comparing his date to Natasha? He’s cutting it close.

“So she stalks over to the bar, orders a drink, and heads straight for the dart board at the back.”

There’s a particular glass that you don’t recognize. It’s beautiful—nearly paper-thin, with a detailed pattern of air bubbles caught inside the glass—but sturdy enough to survive the dishwasher. Asgardian, maybe? You tilt it to catch the light, and the air bubbles inside glitter like gold. Gorgeous.

“And you’re just watching her?” Sam asks.

“If you were there, you’d’ve been watching her too,” Bucky assures him. “Trust me.”

“So… did you play darts with her?” Natasha asks.

The Asgardian glass can go in the display against the wall, you decide.

“Not exactly.”

You can hear the glee in Bucky’s voice, and you let out a slow breath as you turn back to face the room and get another bunch of glasses to put away.

“She grabs all of the darts in one hand and immediately comes back to the bar, takes a swig of her drink, and then turns around and whips a dart at this blond guy sitting at the other end of the bar.”

“Shit,” Sam says; in the same breath, Natasha says, “Good for her.”

Bucky’s quivering in his seat. “Hits him straight in the cheek. So the bartender yells, the middle-aged men yell, and I have to duck because the blond’s friend—I think his name was Zhuk—pulls out a gun and shoots at her, but she’d already moved and it would’ve hit me if I didn’t get outta the way.”

“Shit!” Sam exclaims. “The fuck! What kinda crazy—!”

You grit your teeth, hard, as you slide champagne glasses into their slots hanging under the counter. It’s so hard not to speak, but you’re gagged as thoroughly as if—well, hm. You squeeze your eyes shut for the barest moment to contain your latest urge to grin. Not quite as thoroughly gagged.

Still, you can’t butt in. Bucky has to tell this tale on his own.

“My kinda crazy,” Bucky says smugly. “Smart crazy.”

“Funny,” Natasha teases, “that’s my type too.”

Bucky stretches out his leg and nudges her knee fondly with the toe of his boot.

“Anyway she throws the rest of the darts at once, then she just Obi-Wan Kenobis her way out of her coat and she’s fucking draped in weapons. Real beauties. Pistol between the shoulder blades, holsters at hip and thigh, knives in her belt…”

“Are we on a date with her weaponry or with her?” Sam says.

You’re finished putting the glasses away, and you’ve got to leave. You grab the tray, stuff it under your arm, and as you leave, you hear Bucky’s voice get louder with excitement.

“Both! She was just so stunning! She took them down to perfection, and I just sat back and watched. Maximum pain, non-lethal, the perfect take-out if you wanted to get…”

Not until you’re on an elevator do you break out laughing.

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“So who won?”

Bucky blinks at you, confused. You’re in a tiny round booth, and he’s as close to you as he can be without actually dragging you into his lap. Arm twined through yours, hands clasped, fingers interlinked, your ankle crossed over his.

“In the best date ever battle,” you explain, and he cackles.

“I did, of course,” he says, looking for all the world like the Cheshire Cat. “I mean, first of all there was the spree through the back streets, then the disabling of a neighborhood power grid, a break for soup—”

“That was really good soup.” You sigh wistfully and lean your cheek on Bucky’s shoulder, smiling.

“Hah, yeah. What can I say, I’ve got good taste.” He squeezes your hand.

“Yes you do,” you declare.

“Where was I?” He clicks his teeth. “Oh yeah. Soup, you pretending to be a prostitute extremely enthusiastically—”

“Anyone would be enthusiastic if they got to hump your thigh and make out with you, even if they weren’t getting fake-paid for it,” you point out, squeezing his leg for good measure. “Anyway, don’t forget the fact that you made a damn convincing client.” Your fingers dance towards his crotch.

He glares at you, but he’s grinning, and those sweet lines around his eyes and lips make your heart dance.

“Yeah,” he says. “Guess I did.”

You kiss his cheek and pick up your glass. “Here’s to—let’s see, convincing people we like each other—”

“And don’t,” Bucky adds.

“—taking down a HYDRA sleeper cell with darts and daggers, and me not cracking up while you told that story to your hopefully oblivious teammates,” you finish.

Bucky snags his glass and clinks it against yours. “I’ll drink to that,” he says. “But first, I’d rather drink to us.”

“Just us?” you ask.

He smiles and leans his forehead against yours, pulling your clasped hands against his heart. “Yeah,” he murmurs.

You stare, eyes fixed on his, your heart pounding and toes curling and breath catching. The restaurant sounds—clinks from the kitchen, other couples’ voices, the orchestral music piping in above your head—all fade as you drown in his ocean-deep eyes.

“Yeah,” he says again. “Just us.”

[theatricalwriter]

I Am Good: Jason Scott X Reader [PART V]

PART I PART II PART III PART IV

Prompt: When you finally think you’re able to morph into your ranger armor after a comforting night with the others, you find that that’ll be harder than expected.

Requested: Yes and no.

Word Count: 2,052

Warnings: Strong language, sad backstory you’ve probably been waiting to hear, family death

Author’s Note: There’s only two parts left to this installment and I’m excited but also a little sad. I’m still trying to think of which ranger series to do next, so if you want to see a certain one, let me know. Or, if you want to know what the ideas are then you can ask me.

Days passed by and you got more and more sore as each one ended. Since the whole Putty fighting was a bust, you got stuck with sparing against the other rangers. With their experience beforehand, they kicked your ass without hesitation. Billy didn’t even seem to go easy on. To be completely honest, the only to show even an ounce of restraint was Jason, but even he took you down on more than one occasion. It was getting somewhat easier, though. They were teaching you throughout the sessions. It still hurt, but you were at least learning.

One day, a little after the training session ended, Kimberly and Trini came up to you.

“Hey, Y/N,” Trini greeted. “Listen, we were all just wondering if you wanted to head out tonight.”

“Yeah, we usually head to this old train car above the mines and light a fire. We thought it’d be nice to show you it, seeing as how you’re a new member and all.” Kimberly told you.

“Um, sure.” You shrugged. “Sounds fun.”

“Cool! Let’s go.” Kimberly grabbed you by the arm and dragged you towards the boys who were already waiting for you three.

After getting out of the cave, the five led you up to a high point on the side of the mountain. An old, broken down and beat up train car was stationed there. You imagined that it was used for coal carrying in the past, but kind of wondered how it got there in the first place with no tracks around. There was a fire pit a couple feet away along with some rocks or pieces of wood used for seating. You looked out at the edge of the cliff and saw Angel Grove.

“Wow.” You sighed. “It looks so much bigger than it feels.”

“Doesn’t it?” Jason questioned, standing beside you. “That was my first thought when I first came up here. Also reminds me of how much I hated it before I became a Power Ranger.”

“You?” You raised an eyebrow in suspicion. “Weren’t you, like, the star quarterback?”

“Well, I was… Before I pulled a prank on the neighboring school and couldn’t get away with it. Cut me off from the season, got put on probation. My dad and almost everyone else in school hated me after that point since I ruined our season and my chance at a potential football scholarship.” Jason responded.

You looked at him out of the corner of your eye. “What?”

Jason looked at you with a solemn glance and nodded over towards the fire which was just recently lit before he started walking towards it. You followed his actions and took a seat next to Billy and across from Jason. You gazed at the five others who seemed to be a little on edge but still bore warm grins.

“What’s all this about?” You asked.

“Well,” Kimberly started. “We all thought it’d be a good idea to get to know you more and for you to get to know us.”

“When we bonded like this before, it helped us start to morph,” Billy explained. “Uh, well, it didn’t really help us morph yet- You see, I died for a really long time and I got brought back to life and it was really-”

“Billy, Billy!” Jason shouted a bit, catching Billy’s attention.

“What?”

Jason pointed towards you, your eyes wide with confusion and an ounce of terror flowing through your system.

“Oh…” Billy breathed.

“What he’s trying to say is that we became closer as a team after we were all honest with each other.” Trini told you. “It helped us become closer, helped us to finally morph into out armor.”

You were catching onto what they were trying to say. You rubbed your arms, looking down at your feet, getting worried. You hesitantly mumbled, “I-uh… I don’t think I can really… talk about that…”

“No, no! You don’t have to yet!” Kimberly waved her hands to show you didn’t need to do anything then. “We’ll tell your ours first.”

“No,” You refused, shaking your head a bit. “I really don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Y/N, come on-”

“I’m serious.” You spoke lowly.

“Listen, Y/N. We just wanted to help you-”

“Do you want to hear about how I broke my family?! Do you honestly want to hear about how I killed my mother?!” You shouted without thinking properly, your hands flying up to your mouth right after the words left it.

No one knew what to do after that point. You merely stood there, your hands clasped over your mouth as you gazed down at the flickering fire just a few inches away while the others stared at you with shock and confusion written all over their faces. You waited for someone to break the silence, but the only thing to be heard was the crackling of the fire and the quiet chirps of the crickets that felt like irritating melodies whispering all around you.

“My father hates me,” You gulped quietly, lowering yourself back onto the rock. “And… and he has a good reason.”

You gazed up for a moment to look at the others; they all looked at you with rapt attention as you spoke. It made you feel uneasy for a second before you continued on.

“When my mother was carrying my little sister, Nessarose… well, he began to worry that the baby might come out…” You struggled to pull out the word. “Green.”

“Green.” The others said at the same time as you.

“Yes… He-He became so worried that he made our mother chew milk flower day and night. Only it made Nessa come too soon… with her little legs all in tangles… And our mother… Never woke up. After that, my father moved us to someplace I don’t even remember the name of. He made me cover my skin wherever I went and anytime some came even close to figuring out m secret, he’d ship my family off somewhere else. One time, while we were staying in a seemingly nice place… well, a few girls stumbled upon me in the locker room… They were so afraid of me, and-and my sister was so young and vulnerable that she- God…- she became victim to their bullying. They shamed her for even being related to me, made her feel like gum on the bottom of their shoe. And because of that… she died. None of which would’ve happened had it not been for me.”

You didn’t realize you were crying until you felt a single tear hit the back of your hand. You sniffled a bit and used the same hand to wipe away the streaks of saltwater streaming down your emerald-colored cheeks.

“B-But… that was the milk flower’s fault,” Trini remarked. “Not yours. And your sister, it wasn’t you either. It was those bitches who hurt her.”

“Right.” Kimberly agreed. “That may be your secret, Y/N, but that doesn’t make it true.”

Through your teary vision, you could see the remorseful and comforting smiles of those you considered your teammates. It was a strange thing to see, but you felt… reassured?- and almost, happy. You smiled gently, looking down at your hands before closing your eyes contentedly.

“Y/N,” You heard Zack call your name. “Look.”

You opened your eyes and saw your hands, but just your hands, covered in a layer of green and black armor; just like the ones you saw on the other rangers. You gasped in shock and thrill, even when you noticed it went away just as quickly as it came.

“W-Was that…?” You managed to squeak out.

Everyone was either too shocked to move or where breathing out a happy sigh with a stupid grin on their faces.

Finally, Jason broke the moment with, “We have to get back to the ship.”

After you returned back to the ship and told Zordon of what had happened, he somewhat congratulated you before commanding you and the other rangers to step onto one of the six circular pads that were arranged around a gleaming ball of light.

“What is all this?” You asked.

“This is how you will morph,” Zordon responded. “By the six of you connecting to not only to each other, but to the morphing grid, you will be able to get into your armor. Now, clear your thoughts and focus.”

“There he goes again with the same old spiel.” You heard the taunting voice next to your ear. You gasped at the suddenness, catching Jason’s attention.

“Y/N, you alright?”

You nodded, swallowing your fear as Rita kept talking while you tried to block her voice out. You closed your eyes and tried to focus. Her words echoed in your head, no matter how many times you and the other rangers tried to get you to morph. She made you angry, and you and she both knew that. She was trying to get to you, and you tried not to let it show, but the others knew something was wrong.

On your final attempt to morph into your armor, you were getting close, and you all felt it. Apparently so did she.

“You know, Y/N, I can’t help but wonder what drove your sister to do what she did. Probably too ashamed to be even remotely related to someone like you. Your green skin is but an outward manifestation of your twisted nature! This distortion… this… repulsion, this… wickedness!”

“Your nothing but wicked!” You dad’s voice shouted from a never-ending memory. “And that’s all you’ll ever be!”

You snapped.

“Shut up!” You screamed. “Shut up, shut up, shut up!”

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” You heard the voices of your friends around you, but all your ears focused on were the cackling and laughs of Rita Repulsa.

You slid to the floor, your fingers pulling the root of your hair as you tried to think of someway to block out Rita’s voice that was haunting your mind. You thrashed about; so much that your coin fell out of your pocket and at Alpha’s wheels before him. You weren’t in the right state to hear the important news he had to tell.

“Oh no…” Alpha whispered.

“What is is Alpha? What’s wrong with her?” Billy asked as he and Jason tried to get close enough to you to calm you down without hitting them.

“Rita’s consciousness is still trapped within her coin! She’s been projecting herself into her mind! That must be why she’s getting so violent!”

“How do we stop this?” Jason questioned.

“Y/N has to morph as soon as possible. Only that way can she get rid of Rita!” Zordon explained, but you were still too hysterical to hear.

“I’m not wicked!” You cried over Rita’s voice. “I am good! I’m good!”

“No,” Rita shook her head. “You are wicked, just like everyone thinks you to be.”

“No, I’m not!”

Your words, forceful and laced with anger seemed to send the five rangers and even Alpha 5 were sent flying backward, making you stare in complete and utter horror at what you had done. Rita simply laughed once more, loving the fact that you so easily harmed your teammates. You gripped onto your scalp once more.

Your fear was controlling you after that point. You ran. That’s all you could do as Rita’s horrendous voice followed you. Needless to say, you didn’t hear the footsteps trailing after you as you or their cries for you to stop which fell on deaf ears.

You reached the outside of the ship, only stopping once to look back at the entity that was taking pleasure in driving you mad. You caught one glimpse of her before you jumped through the water barrier and kicked up to the surface. But when you expected to land, you just kept going upward. You glanced down and saw the world become smaller and smaller as you were up in the sky, literally defying gravity.

“Why?” You whimpered. “This shouldn’t be happening to me…”

“So what do we do now?” Billy wondered as he and the others stared up at you as your figure disappeared.

“We go after her,” Jason answered. “We go after her and get Y/N back.”

PART VI

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