#this is eventually gonna get vocals from a friend

[nyancrimew]

that recent matrix rewatch did some shit to my brain and now im goated at music

[snoopyracing]

forever and always // ln4

part two to champagne coast

pairing: lando norris X reader

word count: 10k

warnings: cursing and alcohol use

includes: 100% pure fluff

summary: life with lando after the italy trip or lando and you getting your happily ever after

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Life at the moment couldn’t be greater for you. You’d just gone on the most amazing week-long trip to Italy and in the process managed to upgrade your best friend into your boyfriend. You couldn’t truly ask for more, except for the screaming baby on the plane to give it a rest. Even in first class the baby’s incessant cries could be heard and you wanted to slap yourself for not remembering to pack your headphones into your carry-on. 

You glance over at your boyfriend who’s sat in the spacious seat next to you. “We should have just flown private like you wanted.” You were trying to not have Lando spend any more unnecessary money on you then needed, lord knows how much he spent on you this past week. You’d told yourself that you could survive a commercial flight, it was only three hours back to London. You do it for work and when you visit Lando in Monaco, it shouldn’t be that big of a deal. Well, at least that’s what you thought a couple hours ago. 

“What I wanted was to stay in Italy for another week.” His large hand finds yours and your fingers intertwine. “But I know my working girl has responsibilities and deadlines to meet and money to make and all that kind of stuff.” He lifts your intertwined hands up to his lips and presses a chaste kiss to the back of your hand, the simple gesture sending an eruption of butterflies through your stomach. 

“Yeah well someone’s got to bring home the bacon in this relationship.” You joke, like Lando wasn’t bringing home a modest 30 million a year. 

“Well, racing isn’t gonna last forever, so I am gonna eventually need you to be my sugar mommy.” 

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” Your teasing causes a pink tint to spread across the apples of Lando’s cheeks and it makes you giggle at how easily you can get him riled up. 

He slides down in his seat, trying to make himself seem smaller, all while still anchoring himself to you by his hand. “Nothing wrong with liking to be taken care of.” Lando has never not been vocal (at least with you) about how he in all honesty likes to be babied. 

Sure, he loves taking care of you, but sometimes he just wants the woman he loves (you) to take care of him. Even before you two got together you were the person who would look after him after a particular shit race weekend and when he would visit you back in London he always seemed to just be able to let his walls down and be vulnerable with you. 

“I like that you need me.” You state, which has Lando feeling even more warm and gushy inside. 

“Never not gonna need you. You know that right? You’re stuck with me.” And Lando means every word that slips out of his mouth. He doesn’t know what he’d do without you in his life. For so many years you were his everything and now that he fully has every part of you he can’t imagine letting you go.

Your eyes soften at the man you love. There isn’t anyone else you’d rather endure this plane ride from hell with. Yet, with all the love you have for him, you can’t help but poke fun at him. “Unfortunately.” You say with a cheesy grin on your face. 

“You love me.” Lando pushes back. 

“Unfor-“ 

Lando interrupts you before you can push his buttons even more. “Wait, do you hear that?” 

Your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, your head glancing around the cabin to try and figure out what he’s talking about. “Hear what?” 

“Exactly.” 

And that’s when you realize that there is nothing to hear, because the baby had stopped crying. You think you’d forgotten what quiet was for a moment and to finally have it back was pure bliss. Though the little slice of silence lasts for a few short moments because as the plane begins its descent the change in air pressure has the baby crying once more. “Well, at least we know we are almost home!” You say trying to be positive. 

“We could have still been in Italy.” Lando groans. 

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Adjusting to life back in London was a little harder than you thought it was going to be. It helped that you had Lando with you this week, but you wished so badly to be back in Italy. The Thames couldn’t hold a candle to the Mediterranean Sea and you could only dream that you would wake up to the calming lull of the waves and not construction and sirens. And while you were slowly adjusting it seemed like Lando wasn’t at all.

When Lando was back in London for work he usually just stayed with you or Max, so Lando staying at your place wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, but him not letting Max or his family know that he was back home was out of the ordinary. After the third day of Lando being a hermit in your apartment all day while you were at work you finally confronted him about it. 

“Lan, I’m home!” You called out as you kicked off the world's most uncomfortable heels, your feet silently thanking you as they felt the cool flooring beneath them. 

“Kitchen!” You hear him holler back and by the smoke free air you’d have to conclude that he wasn’t trying to cook you dinner. Instead you find him standing at the counter in the middle of making himself a cup of tea. Your hands sneak around his waist, resting your head on his muscular back. A content sigh escapes past his mouth and you feel his free hand settle on your arm. 

“Hi baby. How was work?” 

“Very long and tiring. I’m glad to be home.” You reply before placing a kiss on his shoulder. 

Lando says nothing as he moves to grab your arm, leading you towards the couch. And by some miracle he sets his cup of tea down on the coffee table spill free while he pulls you into his side as you two plop down. “Missed you while you were gone.” His words are slightly mumbled as he plants a kiss onto the top of your head. 

Moments later his phone buzzes and your eyes can’t help but glance at the screen as he pulls it out of his sweatpants pocket. You barely see the contact name of your shared friend across the screen before he’s locking his phone and sliding it back into his pocket. 

“Lando.” His fingers ghost up and down your arm as he hums in response. “Why have you been ignoring Max?” You weren’t trying to pry into his business, but what you were saying was true. You’d seen the unread texts and for Lando to ignore his best friend, especially when he was back in England, was very out of character for him. 

His movements halted and you can hear the gears in his pretty little head turning. “I’m not ignoring him.” 

You shift on the couch so you can properly look at him. “Lando. You’ve been holed up in my apartment ever since we got back. What’s going on? You ignore Max’s texts to make plans. I see the missed calls from your parents. Are you second guessing things or do you not want people to know about us?” 

Lando’s eyes nearly bulge out his head at your suggestions and he’s reaching out for your hands faster than lightning. “Oh god no. God. No no no. Never in a million years would I not want to be with you.” 

“Then what is going on?” Your eyes soften at the man you love as you try to understand what’s going on in his head. 

“It’s quite selfish of me.” He finally admits with his head hung low while you rub your thumb across his knuckles, encouraging him to continue. “I know this sounds ridiculous, but I don’t want to have to share you with anyone quite yet. You going to work I can handle, but god we haven’t even gotten to really spend time together as a couple. Summer break is going to be over very soon and then that’s a whole nother beast we have to figure out and I know I’m very in my head about all of this but I just want you to myself for as long as I can. I don’t want other people’s opinions about you or our relationship to be all over the internet either. God why am I so in my head?” . 

Your heart swells at Lando’s words and while you understand how he feels, you know you’ve got to talk some sense into him as well. “I get it. We’ve been living in our own bubble this past week and now it’s even better that we’re together. It’s like the real world and reality are out to get us, but baby that’s life. And really I don’t give a fuck what anyone on the internet says about me or us because they’ve been saying stuff for years. It’s not anything new– I know what’s real between us and that’s all that matters to me and it should to you also.” 

You give his hands a reassuring squeeze, trying to convey just how serious you were about all of this. 

“Plus, I’m not worried one bit about once you start racing again, sure I’ll miss you when I can’t come with you, but we’ll make it work. What I am worried about though is you isolating yourself. I love that you love spending time with me, but Lan you gotta not let the anxiety of life get into your way. Even with this crazy life that you live you’re lucky enough to have people who care deeply about you and the rare occasion that you aren’t in England for more than a day or work and you chose to ignore them is not good for you. So take your phone out and tell Max that we’ll be over at his place Friday.” 

Lando sighs as he internalizes your words. Everything you had said was right. You always know how to get into his head and talk him off his anxiety induced edge. He can’t recall how many times you’d been there for him during a bad race weekend— granted this was nothing like that, but nonetheless he knows he can always confide in you and that you’ll always be there with love and the right words to say. 

And like the obedient boyfriend he is– he slips his phone out of his pocket and quickly sends Max a text. “Why not Saturday? Don’t you work Friday?” He asks. 

You shrug your shoulders at him like it was no big deal. “I got Friday off and we have other plans for Saturday.” 

“With your friends?” 

“No. We are having dinner with your family. I’ve been texting your Mom occasionally ever since we got back. Someone had to let her know her son was still alive.” 

Lando’s cheeks turn red in shame, he’s a known certified Momma’s boy and he knows his Mother was probably worried sick about him these past couple days. “I’ve always said she likes you more than me.” 

“Yeah well I actually respond to her messages.” You tease as you tuck yourself into Lando’s side, the couch pulling you in deeper. 

Silence fills the room for a few moments and it’s tranquil– golden hour cascading through your floor to ceiling windows as the two of you cuddle up on the couch, the feeling of Lando’s fingers running up and down your back as you listen to his steady heartbeat. 

“Thank you.” Lando is the one to break the silence, his voice soft and meaningful. You hum in response, waiting for him to continue. “Thanks for getting me out of my head. You’re my person, you know that? Don’t know what I’d do without you.” 

The sun filtering into the room makes the golden brown flecks in his eyes pop even more and you can’t believe that this beautiful and caring man that you’ve had in your life for so long is now actually yours and that maybe if you would have opened your eyes sooner you could have had him this way for even longer. 

“I love you.” 

Lando’s face erupts into a smile and you can’t help but lean into his hand as it moves to cup your face. 

“I love you too.” 

He leans in for a kiss and when your lips meet you swear it’s like you're kissing him for the first time again. There’s something so enthralling and intoxicating about kissing Lando and you pray it’s something you never grow tired of. 

“Can you really blame me though, for wanting to stay locked away with my sexy, stunning, intelligent, caring, and breathtaking girlfriend?” Lando states as you two resume your prior positions on the couch, soaking in this serene evening together. 

“Wow, that's a lot of adjectives.” You reply as a slight giggle escapes from you. 

“I can name some more if you’d like.” 

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Friday comes in the blink of an eye and before you know it you’re standing next to Lando as he knocks on the door to Max’s apartment. The solid white door swings open and there stands Max with a mischievous look on his face. 

“Thought you two had fucked off and decided to move to Italy.” 

“It’s still a possibility.” Lando states as he walks in behind you. 

“Don’t be bitter because you weren’t invited Fewtrell.” You chime in. 

The three of you settle in the living room and it reminds you of old times before Lando moved to Monaco. When you’d all be gathered at someone’s place and life seemed simpler. Things have changed drastically since then, but you know you’ll always have these two annoying guys in your life. 

“I’m not bitter. I’ve third wheeled enough in our friendship to know when I’m not wanted.” Max is chomping at the bit to know what went down on your trip and if nothing had he thinks his two best friends may have one collective brain cell that they share between them. “Soooo. How was Italy? Romantic?” 

Your eyes quickly dart over to Lando who’s seated in one of the chairs slightly to your left, while Max is sitting on the couch opposite of the one you’re residing on. Max was clearly digging for information and according to someone else in your friend group, Max had a large amount of money that he had bet on the two of you coming back from Italy and being together. So Lando and you had decided to make Max work for his prize– nothing like a little lying and mental warfare while spending time with friends right? You see that mischievous look in Lando’s eyes and then he open’s that pretty little mouth of his. 

“Did you know pizza was apparently invented in Naples?” 

Max furrows his eyebrows at Lando, surprised at the fact that was what came out of his mouth. “I didn’t.” 

“Yeah. Think we ate our body weight in pizza this past week. Gonna have to hit the training hard before the season starts back up.” Lando is acting too nonchalant about the trip and you can tell Max is listening for any little slip up. 

“Hmm is that so?” Max glances over in your direction and you know your next in line for his interrogation. “Y/N.” 

“Max.” 

“How was Italy?” 

“It was great. We ate lots of good food, went sightseeing, went to the beach, and relaxed. Everything you’d do on a trip to Italy.” 

Max still isn’t satisfied with anyone’s answer. To him there was just no way that something didn’t happen between you two on that trip and he was going to get the truth out even if it killed him. “Nothing exciting happened?” 

You shrug your shoulders as you glance over at Lando– wanting him to take the reins on this one. You can see the gears turning in his head all the while Max is getting antsier by the second waiting for someone to respond. 

“Well, Y/N did meet a guy.” 

There’s a shocked look on both Max’s face and yours at Lando’s words. Even with your little plan in place you didn’t think Lando was going to say that or honestly bring up that night ever again, but he did and he’s thrown Max for a loop at the same time. 

“You met a guy?” Max asks you. He isn’t sure if he heard Lando right and he’s really starting to wonder how this trip could have gone this horribly wrong. 

“Yeah. We went out to a bar one night and I started talking to this guy. He was really nice and happened to be from London. He’s my most recent follow on insta if you want to see what he’s like. His name is Harry.” You hadn’t bothered to unfollow him and at this moment you guess it was a good thing you hadn’t. 

Max thinks the world is ending right here in his apartment. How could his best friends be so fucking stupid? How could they go on a trip by themselves and not see how utterly in love they were with each other? 

He pulls up your instagram and finds the guy's account– sure he’s attractive, but there’s never going to be the connection there that Lando and you have. Anyone with two working eyes and a brain could see that and as Max locks his phone and tosses it on the couch cushion beside him he thinks he should make an appointment for both Lando and you to go see an optometrist and neurologist. 

“He seems like a nice lad.” Max had given up. If anything did happen you two were clearly dead set on not giving it up, so he’d try again another day. If Max knew one thing it was that consistency was key and being annoying about his best friends being in love was one thing he will always be consistent about. 

“Yeah I think he’d fit in really well with our friend group.” The look on Max’s face is nothing shy of disgust and out of the corner of your eye you can see Lando fighting back his laughter. You know if you fully look at Lando that you’ll break so you focus on Max who seems to be going through the five stages of grief.

“Right. Well Lando I’ve got a couple things I need to go over with you for Quadrant. Let me go get my laptop real quick.” Max has no issue with changing the subject at this point— the mere idea of that guy joining your friend group was completely out of the question. 

Once Max was out of earshot you immediately turned your attention to Lando. 

“Oh he’s absolutely fuming.” Lando states, his voice slightly higher from trying to suppress his laughter. You can feel the giggles rising from within you and it’s like in school when you aren’t supposed to be laughing, but everything is way more funny because of it. It’s not even that funny of a situation, but Lando and you are nearly beside yourselves over it. 

Before you both completely lose it Max waltzes back into the living room with his laptop in hand. The two of them go over clothing ideas and mockups for sometime while you calm yourself and scroll through your phone. 

“Ok one last thing- the redesign for the website. I’ll send the test link to your phone and see if there’s anything you want to look different on the mobile site.” 

Lando pats his pockets and realizes he forgot his phone in the car. “Shit. Hey baby can you please run to the car and grab my phone.” He’s tossing the car keys to you and you’re catching them before Max can get his brain and his mouth to work fast enough. 

“Sorry! What?!” 

You stand there confused, Lando’s keys jingling in your hands. 

“What’s wrong?” Lando asks. 

Max doesn’t know what to think at the moment. “You just called Y/N baby!“ 

In all honesty Lando didn’t even realize the term of endearment had slipped past his tongue and from the way you reacted it seems you didn’t either. But Lando and you share a knowing look and instead of panicking you decide to just run with the situation.

Lando scoffs, like Max had just suggested the most outrageous thing. “No I didn’t” 

“Yes you did!” Max’s eyes look like they are about ready to bulge out of his head as he speaks. 

“Max he literally didn’t. I think I would know if Lando called me baby.” 

“Stop gaslighting me!” Max knows what he heard, he’s not stupid or crazy like the two of you are making it seem. His eyes dart back and forth between Lando and you, trying to see if he can read your faces, but it’s useless. 

“Alright well I’ll be right back. Lando maybe try to calm Max down.” You state before swiftly leaving Max’s apartment before you break character. 

While you’re gone Max doubles down on his interrogation of Lando, but all Lando does is deny deny deny. His PR training coming in handy at this moment in time. It doesn’t take long for you to get back and when you hand Lando his phone and keys Lando can’t help but fan the fire some more by intentionally letting that little four letter word slide right off his tongue. 

“Thank you baby.” His hand lingers on yours for way longer than need be. The simple skim of his fingers across your skin sends a shiver up your spine. You don’t even get time to respond to Lando before Max’s big mouth is hollering once more. 

“I know I’m not going crazy. I heard that clear as day! Now would you two quit fucking with my head and tell me you finally opened your eyes.” 

There’s an unspoken agreement between Lando and you as you shift your gaze towards him, a shrug of the shoulders and both of you knowing that if you continued to screw with Max he’d probably start to make your lives hell. So, you take a seat on the arm of the chair that Lando is still residing in and like a magnet he’s snaking his arm around your waist–pulling you closer to him. 

Max sits there eyeing the both of you, your current positions tell him nothing, as your closeness and touching was nothing out of the ordinary for you two, but it’s what comes out of Lando’s mouth seconds later that has Max’s eyes as wide as saucers. 

“Better call Ed and let him know he owes you some money.” 

He knows what that means and has clearly been waiting for it to happen, but actually knowing now has him somehow not believing that Lando is telling the truth. “Are you guys fucking with me again or is this for real?” 

“What you want me to physically tell you that Y/N and I are together? That we finally realized that we’ve been in love with each other for an unreasonably long time and made everyone close to us crazy for years?” 

Max sits there dumbfounded, for someone who had been wanting to finally hear this news he just can’t believe it had finally happened. “Well yeah I guess.” He watches his best friends as their hands intertwine and when they look at each other he can see the love radiating between them. 

It had always been there– the love, but there was something different between them now that they’ve become partners like the missing pieces of the puzzle had finally slotted into place. He’s happy that his best friends finally have each other in the way they were meant to and perhaps that he has a little more money in his pocket. “Alright well now can you actually tell me how Italy was?” 

“Well first of all. It wasn’t just you and our other friends that were annoying about us. I think everyone in Italy thought we were a couple before we even realized how we actually felt.” And so you tell Max all about Italy and how special it is to the two of you now. 

“See now why couldn’t you have just told me all of this in the beginning instead of fucking with me?” Max exclaims. 

“Well that’s no fun is it?” Lando rebuttals. “Think about how funny of a story that will be to tell at our wedding one day?” 

You feel your heart start to rabidly race and a heat spread throughout your body at Lando mentioning your wedding. You guys had only really been together for like a week and he’s already casually mentioning marrying you? You weren’t trying to freak out, but what the fuck? Your ears are ringing and it’s like your mind has left your body for a second, but the one thing that brings you back to Earth is the feeling of Lando’s hand squeezing yours. 

When you look down at him and he looks at you with those pretty eyes that seem to be an enigma of colors and that smile of his that could make you feel better even on the shittiest of days you just somehow know that he is the man you’re going to marry. You couldn’t imagine yourself marrying anyone but him. And yes it’s early, way too early to be thinking about marriage in this relationship, but if Lando asked you in a couple months to get married during the Las Vegas GP by some Elvis impersonator in a little church on the strip– you’d say yes in a heartbeat. 

“Well as long as I’m your best man.” Max states. 

“Who else would it be?”  

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The three hour drive from London to Lando’s childhood home the following day is spent trying to figure out how you should announce to his family that you two are together. You’d gone over every scenario, but they either seemed too awkward or just unnecessary. 

“We could just say ‘hey we are in love and in a relationship’ as soon as we walk into the door.” Lando suggests. 

“Do we even really have to tell them?” You counter, knowing you are both totally overthinking this situation. “I mean couldn’t we just let them find out through social media or something?” 

Lando scoffs at your suggestion and he doesn’t even have to speak for you to know that your idea wouldn’t work with his family, especially his Mother. Cisca would never let you both hear the end of her finding out about you two over social media, especially when she’s been not so shy about expressing how she felt about you two. 

The English countryside passes by in a blur as you stare out the car window, you’d given up on figuring out ideas and decided to enjoy the view and the feeling of Land’s hand in yours as you continued the journey. 

“If my family didn’t know that you were coming I could have just called and said I was bringing my girlfriend home for them to meet.” Lando states from the driver's side. Now it’s your turn to scoff, but Lando doesn’t seem to be backing off the idea. “Seriously, we could surprise them.” 

“Lando, that's not a good idea. You’re gonna be in deep shit with your Mom.” 

“I’ll just call and say that you aren’t coming and that there’s someone that I’ve been wanting them to meet for awhile.” He thinks there’s nothing wrong with his plan, but you know he’s gonna get his ass chewed out by his Mother. You love Lando dearly, but he’s also stubborn and sometimes you have to just let him learn his lesson. You can’t even tell him it'll be your funeral before you hear the phone ringing. Cisca picks up rather quickly and you decide to keep quiet in the passenger seat. 

“Hello darling. Are you guys almost here?” Her voice echoes through the luxurious car. 

“Yeah we’ve got a little under an hour left.” 

“I can’t wait to see you and Y/N. Can she hear me? Hello my love! I’ve got a little gift for you when you guys get here. I saw it when I was out shopping the other day and I just thought of you instantly.” 

You want to speak up, already feeling the guilt creep in over this and Lando hasn’t even opened his big mouth to speak yet. You look over at him with pleading eyes, trying to convey just how much he shouldn’t do this, but he’s waving you off and you know this is when Lando has signed his death certificate. 

“About that. So Y/N isn’t coming to dinner. There’s actually someone else that I’ve been wanting you to meet.” 

There’s silence on the other end for some time and anyone would think Cisca had hung up or the line had disconnected, but the call time on the screen keeps going. “Mum are you still there?” Lando finally breaks the deafening silence. 

“Am I on speakerphone?” She replies and you know Lando is about ready to get yelled at. If there was one thing you knew about Lando’s Mother, it was that she didn’t play around when it came to you, especially if it involved Lando. 

“No.” Lando says confidently like her voice wasn’t echoing throughout the car. 

“I know I raised you better than this Lando. Y/N and I have been talking and she literally planned for all of us to have dinner. For you to uninvite her and then decide to bring some random girl in her place is absolutely horrible Lando. She said you guys had a wonderful time on your trip and that you had been staying at her place this week so I don’t know what is going on, but this better be a joke. If it’s not you’d better pray that you don’t lose the one person who cares so deeply about you. I’m so disappointed in you son, but we will talk more when you get here. Oh and hopefully the girl you decided to bring likes my roast dinner. I know it’s Y/N’s favorite meal I make so I was going to surprise her with it. Anyways I’ll see you in a little bit.” 

There’s no goodbye’s exchanged or time for Lando to reply, just Cisca hanging up on her son and then music that was playing before the call filling the air once again. You so badly want to tell Lando that you told him so, but from the blank look on his face and the thousand yard stare he’s got going on, you think perhaps that wouldn’t help the situation any. 

“I should have listened to you.” He finally says, the stupidity of his idea fully sinking in now that his Mother reprimanded him over the phone.   

You shrug your shoulders at him, fully knowing he should have, but not wanting to rub it in his face. “Hopefully once she sees me your wrongs will be forgiven.” 

“God, we can only hope.” 

By the time you pull into the driveway Lando’s already thought of ten different ways his Mother could kill him and when he’s getting out of the car and heading up to the front door he’s thought of eleven. Usually his family would be opening the door to greet them by the time they pulled into the driveway, today was a different story. The decadent smell of his Mom’s cooking hits both of you in the face as soon as you enter the house and you’re so glad you’re actually here and not back at home like you were supposedly meant to be.

“Mum! I’m home!” Lando hollers. 

“In the kitchen.” 

So you slowly traipse behind Lando towards the kitchen, letting him be the one to greet his Mom. He stops just past the doorway, his Mom standing at the counter peeling potatoes, while you’re slightly hidden behind him. “Smells amazing.” He figures starting out with a compliment wouldn’t hurt his situation any.

“Thank you.” 

You can’t exactly see Cisca, but you know just from the tone of her voice and the fact that she doesn’t have her son wrapped up in her arms right now tells you she’s still upset with him. The sound of the peeler against the potatoes is getting more rapid and aggressive– you’re thankful to not be a potato right now. You can slightly see her over Lando’s shoulder and she’s still got her back turned to you both still as she speaks once again. 

“Are you going to introduce me to your girlfriend?” 

Lando steps to the side, nudging you to step into his previous spot. You know Cisca will be thrilled when she sees you, but you’re still a little nervous after seeing the ever apparent cold shoulder that she’s giving Lando right now. You hear the peeling stop as you step into the kitchen and when Cisca turns around to see the supposed mystery girl, the peeler drops to the ground with a clang. 

“Y/N! Oh my darling!” A look of shock, excitement, happiness, and slight confusion washes over her face as she’s practically running towards you and wrapping you up in her arms. “What are you doing here? Lando said you weren’t coming?” She pulls back from the hug and just stares at you, like she’s trying to figure out if you’re actually here. 

“Surprise!” You say with a smile. 

She looks back and forth between you and Lando, who unbestowed to you has the biggest grin on his face. And then like a switch that was flipped her jaw drops and she grabs your shoulders like she’s afraid you’ll run away. “Wait a minute.” 

You feel Lando delicately place his hand on the small of your back as he moves right up against you. “Mum can you stop hogging my girlfriend please.” And you can hear the smile on Lando’s face as he speaks. 

The look on Cisca’s face you would have thought Lando had just won the driver’s championship. “Oh my god finally! My love I’m so happy you’re here. If it hadn’t been you that I saw when I turned around I think I would have had to knock some sense into my hard headed son.” She’s wrapping you up in another bone crushing hug and it’s one of the best feelings in the world to be embraced by someone who truly cares about you. 

“Well to be fair I think we both needed some sense knocked into us a long time ago.” You joke as Cisca finally frees you. 

“Yes, but this is how it was clearly meant to be. I’d always said you two were meant for each other and that one day eventually you’d open your eyes and hearts and realize that your other half had been with you all along.” 

You can see tears start to well up in her eyes.

“God I’m just so happy that you’re here. My heart broke when Lando had said you weren’t coming, but now it’s like it’s been mended. You’re the person for my Lando and I knew that from the first time I met you all those years ago Y/N. You’ve made him so incredibly happy and always been there for him during the extreme lows and highs, but as much as you're his person he’s just as much as yours. I’ve never seen him act like he does with someone like he does with you. I saw that love in his eyes that only a Mother can see the first time he brought you home. He may not have realized it, but I did.” 

Now you’re feeling the tears start to well up in your eyes and it’s only a matter of time before Cisca has got you in her embrace again. 

“Where’s the love for your own son?” Lando asks jokingly as he watches the two most important women in his life. 

“My own son wouldn’t have played with my emotions like you did earlier.” Cisca fires back, before heading back to her previous task.

Lando and you sit down at the small table in the kitchen while Cisca resumes peeling the potatoes. “I told him not to do it.” You say just to finally get in your I told you so.

“And that’s why you’re my favorite!” Cisca chimes in. 

Lando groans, but it’s all an act because there’s nothing that makes his insides turn to mush more than you being so loved and getting along so well with his family. “Maybe I actually shouldn’t have brought you.” 

You know he’s joking, but he earns a full name shout and a look from his Mom that only Mom’s can do. Which in turn emits a giggle from you and to Lando anything is worth getting to hear that melodic sound bless his ears, even getting scolded by his Mother. 

Dinner is spent filling in the rest of his family and both Lando and you somewhat get made fun of as his family points out all the times you two were so blind about how you felt about each other. Then to no one’s surprise Cisca begins to get emotional again as you’re talking to her about Italy. And not soon after Lando says the one thing again that makes your heart skip a beat and your body run hot. 

“Alright Mum save those tears for the wedding.” 

You laugh it off and allow for Cisca’s animated reaction to allow no one to focus on how flustered Lando’s words have you. It was one thing to talk with Max about it, if anything you were sure Max had mentioned (more like teased) you two about getting married many times before. But to just so openly mention it, even if he was just messing around, to his family had your head spinning and the butterflies in your stomach ready to burst out like some sick gory horror movie. 

You had always been close with the Norris family ever since Lando and you had become friends, but there was something about their not so shocked reaction (besides Cisca) that had you wondering if they had just always expected Lando and you to end up together. For you two to get married and grow old together. That the idea of it being anyone other than you had never crossed their minds. So that when Lando does casually mention it during dinner it’s like yeah of course you two would get married? Why wouldn’t you? It’s not until people begin getting up from the table that you come back to reality and out of your head. 

Once the mess from dinner is cleaned up you find yourself looking at all the photos across the house. Picture frames filled with childhood photos and family portraits scattered on shelves, tables, and walls. You’ve seen them all before, each one with a story that’s been told you were sure to anyone who visited the Norris household. Pictures of Lando as a child were your favorite to look at, especially when you see just how tiny he was as a kid. Cute little innocent Lando who had to be velcroed to his karting seat and went up against kids three times his size.

As you continue to look through the pictures your mind begins to think about the future and you can’t help but wonder if your kids would be small like him or when they inevitably started karting if they too would have to be velcroed to their seat. If there was one thing you knew for sure it was that you hoped they would have Lando’s pretty eyes and curly brown hair. God you hoped they wouldn’t inherit his big head. 

Then it’s like reality hits you in the face and you realize just how insane you’re being at the moment. You have to remind yourself once again that you two haven’t been together even a month yet, perhaps thinking about your future children is a little premature. But then you remember Lando mentioning you two getting married multiple times already, so you tell yourself your thoughts aren’t as bad as you made them out to be. 

Moments later a familiar pair of strong arms snake their way around your waist and some unruly curls tickle your neck as Lando rests his chin on your shoulder. He’d been admiring you from the doorway for some time before he finally couldn’t resist not clinging onto you somehow. You feel yourself start to melt into his embrace and before you know it you’re leaning back into him, his arms secured around your midsection as both of you now look at the various photos. “You know you were a pretty cute kid.” 

Lando hums in response, his lips pressing a chaste kiss to your neck as he tries to stop himself from thinking about how much he’d love to have mini versions of you two running around. Not right now of course, but god some years from now he could imagine it clear as day. He hoped they would be little spitting images of you, that he’d hear your laughter in little kid form and know that when he came home from a bad race weekend that he’d have the most important people in his life waiting there for him. He’d always figured he’d eventually settle down and have a family, but now that you’re in his life there’s not a doubt in his mind.

While Lando was thinking the same thoughts you had minutes ago an unfamiliar picture on the wall catches your attention. “Is that one new?” You question, breaking Lando out of his thoughts. 

His eyes follow to where your finger is pointing and sure enough it is. In fact it’s a picture he didn’t even know existed. “Mum must have taken it and decided it was worthy of a place on the picture wall.” Lando mumbles. 

“It is a good picture though.” 

The picture in question? The two of you after the Belgium Grand Prix weeks ago. The race didn’t go the way Lando wanted it to at all. Yet, even with the disappointment from the race it was like when he saw you afterwards none of that shit mattered. He knew he was going to get to spend a week with you in Italy and at the end of the day he knew you’d always be there for him. 

To anyone else looking at the picture they would have thought you two were together, but at the point in time you two were still hard headed dumbasses. He remembers posing for the picture with you, but the angle this one is taken at he knows his Mother must have taken it from behind the scenes. She’d caught him looking at you with the biggest heart eyes mankind has ever seen and a smile that only radiates one thing– love. 

Night time was fast approaching and as everyone retired for the night you found yourself in Lando’s childhood bedroom. It still had its boyish charm with trophies and medals lining the walls next to posters of past racing legends. There wasn’t really anything that had changed since the last time you had stepped foot in his room, it was almost like a time capsule from the last moment in time that Lando still lived at home. 

As you take a seat on the twin bed you glance over at the one thing you loved to tease him about and when you see a bare wall where it should be you’re shocked. A freshly showered Lando walks into the room seconds after you’d spotted the missing piece of history. 

“You took down the Alex poster?!” You bombard him as soon as your eyes land on him. 

Lando furrows his eyebrows as he looks over to the spot where the infamous poster once resided. “Yeah.” He says, like it’s no big deal. 

“Why?!” 

Lando’s confused as to why you’re so distraught over him taking down the poster, but he entertains your inquiry. “Maybe because I didn’t want a poster of Alex Albon, who is my co-worker, staring me down while I fuck my girlfriend.” He teases as he saunters towards the way too small bed. 

You know what you’re planning on saying will get Lando riled up and so you say it with confidence. “Well thats what I was planning on looking at while you fucked me.” 

Lando hates how much of a tease you are and how easily you can press his buttons. He thinks he might need to teach you a lesson and in a flash he’s hovering over you with your hands pinned above your head. “You really know what to say to get me going, don't you love?” 

“Yeah but you love it.” 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

two years later

The salty sea air fills your nostrils as you walk along the beach holding the hand of the man you love. It had been an amazing week in the country you both hold to your hearts so dearly and tonight was the last night before you both had to go back to reality once more. Lando had suggested taking a walk after dinner and you were never one to pass up admiring the natural beauty that Italy has to offer. The lounge chairs and umbrellas were long gone from the beach and all that was left was the lulling waves and a picturesque sunset over the coastline. 

“I’m glad we were able to come back here.” You state as you lean your head on Lando’s shoulder. 

“Me too. It’s been too long.” 

And it truly had, the two of you hadn’t been back to Italy since the first time years ago. Since then the two of you had moved into a beautiful place in Monaco, Lando had two constructors championships and a driver’s championship under his belt, and you had been dominating your new job– quickly moving your way up the ladder. You were both thriving and it seemed like to you life couldn’t get any better than it was right now. 

Lando on the other hand somewhat felt the same. He’d accomplished so many things in the last couple years, but there was something that just didn’t feel complete in his life. And that something was burning a hole in his pants pocket. He’d won both championships, traveled the world more times than he could count, he’s lived a thousand lives it seems, but none of them would ever feel complete until he made you his wife. 

He’d known very early on that he was going to marry you, but the timing never seemed right and it was something he didn’t want to mess up. In all honesty he’d had the ring for over a year and how you hadn’t found it while living together he didn’t know, but the fact that you hadn’t was a sign to him that this is how it was meant to happen. 

You two had been talking about wanting to go back to Italy since what seemed like the day you got back the first time, but it seemed like something was always popping up or you had plans to go to someplace else. So when your schedules lined up and nothing else had been planned Lando knew this was when it was going to happen. 

He’d talked it over with Max trying to create some elaborate plan, but in the end they both agreed that something lowkey and more sentimental would be the best option. So now here he is minutes away from asking the love of his life to be his forever and she has no idea. He seems to be slyly checking his pocket every chance he can get to make sure the ring is still there and each time he feels it he thinks his dinner is about ready to come back up. 

When you ask him to take some pictures of you with the sunset he knows this is the moment. He actually does take a couple pictures of you just as like a moments before kind of thing, but when you turn your back to him he tosses the phone in the sand and grabs that little black box from his pocket. His heart feels like it’s about ready to beat out of his chest and he thinks he’s experiencing more adrenaline now than he ever has while racing. He gets down on one knee and his hands are trembling so bad he can barely open the box to display the ring. This is what he’s been planning for what seems like years, yet in the moment he’s so fucking nervous he can’t even think straight. 

“Oh my god!” 

He hadn’t even looked up at you yet before you had turned around and saw the scene in front of you. Your voice snaps him out of his anxiety induced trance and when he sees the woman he loves standing in front of him on the verge of tears he knows this is meant to be. 

“Y/N Y/L/N. I’ve known I wanted to marry you since practically the first week of our relationship, but I’ve loved you knowingly and unknowingly for what seems like a lifetime. You’re my sun, my moon, and my stars. There isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t acknowledge just how insanely lucky I am to have you in my life and for you to be mine. You love me when I’m happy, when I’m sad, and even when I’m a little bit of an ass.” 

He pauses trying to calm himself. 

“God, you’ve supported me through my worst times in racing and during my absolute best times. You’re my best friend, my soulmate, my lover, you’re everything I’d ever need in life wrapped up into one extraordinary woman. I’ve done so many things in life and accomplished so many things, but my life isn’t complete until I make you my wife. I’ve never loved someone like you and I never plan on loving anyone but you. You’re it for me, you’re the person I want to grow old and grey with. So Y/N, will you make me the happiest man on Earth and marry me?” 

There’s tears streaming down your face and Lando manages to let some of his own fall as he professes his love to you in the most vulnerable way possible. You feel like you’re not even in your body at the moment, but you drop to your knees and grab Lando’s face in your hands, pulling him into the most passionate and loving kiss you two had ever shared. To hear the man you love with every fiber of your being talk about you like that is a moment you’ll never forget. When you pull away you look down at the breathtaking ring that’s residing in the box being held by a still shaky Lando. 

“Yes, I’ll marry you.” You say breathlessly. 

“Yes?” Lando can’t believe the words he’s hearing. 

A huge smile stretches across your face, of course Lando doesn’t believe you. “Yes!” 

In an instant the ring is out of the box and being slid onto your ring finger. It’s even more gorgeous on and as you stare at your hand you really can’t believe you’re engaged. Lando’s pulling you into another breathtaking kiss and you realize you’re kissing your fiance which makes you feel even more giddy. 

“I love you so much.” Lando says as he stares deeply into your eyes, his hand gently cupping your cheek. 

“I love you more.” You counter back. 

“Impossible.” 

As you two walk back to the villa you’re both still on cloud nine, but it doesn’t stop either of you from being your cheeky selves. “Y/N Norris does have a nice ring to it doesn’t it?” 

You give him a tight lipped smile. “This is awkward… I thought you’d be taking my last name.” 

Lando lets out a laugh, pulling you tighter into his side. “Honestly I’ll do whatever you want my love.” 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

a year later 

The wedding was planned rather quickly, the both of you almost considering just getting eloped, but you knew you’d want the memories and stories to tell. So, you planned a wedding with just your families and close friends to attend. 

The ceremony itself was beautiful and you couldn’t have asked for it to be any more romantic or sentimental. Tears were shed by both Lando and you and the crowd during your vows. The way Lando talked about you and expressed just how much he loved you let you know you had made the right choice in marrying him. 

The reception on the other hand was what seemed to be the party of the century. You had ditched your long elegant wedding gown for a much shorter white dress. While Lando ditched his suit jacket and had opted to roll up his sleeves and unbutton the top buttons on his shirt which had you feeling feral. You’re husband was looking hot as fuck and you couldn’t wait to have some alone time with him. 

As the two of you sat at the wedding party table you heard the clinking of silverware on a champagne flute. To your right stood Max Fewtrell with his glass held high and everyone’s eyes on him. “Excuse me everyone, but as the best man I’m required to give a speech, so here goes nothing.” He shoots a wink towards Lando and you and you’re scared for what’s about to come out his mouth. “Well let me just start off by saying, I think we all figured this day would eventually come, but for a while we didn’t think it ever would. I mean I don’t think I’ve ever seen two people be more in love with each other for years and not realize it and deny it!” 

The crowd laughs and you feel your cheeks turn pink at the teasing, choosing to hide your face in Lando’s neck for a moment while Max continues. 

“There was a time where we all went on a group trip to Greece and mind you there was a group of us and Lando and Y/N acted like no one else existed. They’d go off and do their own thing, leaving everyone else behind, and this was probably a good year before they finally opened their eyes. Then when they went to Italy together by themselves and made it seem like it wasn’t a big deal, when it was all Lando could literally talk about the week leading up to it. Luckily they came back and realized how in love they were with each other, because I know I can speak for myself and everyone in this room when I say we all would have had to knock some sense into you if you hadn’t.” 

More laughter fills the air and both Lando and you have a little red tint to your cheeks, which you both blame on the alcohol. 

“Anyways, I’m so happy that my two best friends have each other in the way they were intended to. You two are my favorite example of love and I hope I can make another speech at your fiftieth wedding anniversary.” Max raises his glass in a toast. “Here’s to the happy couple. May your love last a million lifetimes.” 

The crowd erupts into applause and hoots and hollers as Max sits back down in his chair. Lando presses a quick kiss to your temple before quickly getting up from his chair, repeating the actions of Max’s glass clinking. You look up at him confused, but he just shoots you a smile before speaking. 

“First of all thank you all for coming to celebrate me marrying a woman who’s way out of my league. Secondly, thank you Max for that lovely speech.”

Laughter and cheers fill the air once again and then there’s some commotion in the background somewhere. Then you see two guys wheeling a projector screen to the middle of the room where everyone can see it. 

“Um, I’ve got a little something for my amazing wife that I’ve been working on for years and actually I had been working on it unknowingly for years before that. Anyways, let me stop rambling and show you.” Lando sits back down in his chair next to you as the lights dim and before you can ask him what’s going on his pretty little face pops up on the screen. 

“Hi baby! Over the years of us being together I’ve been capturing pictures and videos of you. Which is nothing new, we are always taking pictures and stuff, but these ones are special. These are pictures and videos that you’ve never seen. Instead of me explaining just let me show you. I love you so much and I want everyone to see the extraordinary woman I’ve married. I want everyone to see you how I see you.”

The screen fades to black and then pictures of you begin to pop up, ones that you didn’t even know existed. You’re so used to Lando having his camera out that you never thought to think of the ones he didn’t show you. Pictures of you in your pajamas making breakfast to you in your work attire to you all glammed up for a gala. Videos of you singing in the car, laughing, and just existing. Birthdays, trips, everything you could imagine someone could capture. Then you realize some of these pictures and videos are from before you two even got together from when you were still friends. 

It makes your heart swell to know Lando’s been capturing you in such a loving way since basically the beginning of you two knowing each other. You don’t even realize your crying until you feel Lando gently wiping away your tears. If someone would have told you years ago before you two went to Italy that you’d be here today married to Lando and crying over the most beautiful thing he’s ever given you, you would have laughed in their face. You look into your husband’s eyes and you know that there’s not another human being on this planet that could love you like he loves you. There’s a permanent place for him in your heart now and deep down you think there always has been. He’s your person and you're his and sure it may have taken you guys awhile to get here, but everything happens for a reason and you know you two were meant to be here at this moment right now. 

“You’re mine forever you know that right? I love you so much it hurts.” You tell him as the video ends and the guests also wipe their tears. 

Lando grabs your hands in his, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles. “Forever and always, baby.” 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

five years later 

A little girl with a mop of brown curls and laughter that resembles her Mother plays in the sand with her Father by her side. “Daddy!” She screeches looking up at him with eyes that mirror his– pretty blue like the water. The waves keep inching closer and closer to the sandcastle they’re building and the little girl is worried their hard work will be washed away any minute now. “I know my love. We should have listened to Mommy and built it further up.” 

“Mommy know’s everything.” She states matter of factly. 

The man lets out a laugh. “That she does.” 

A baby lays on his Mother’s chest as they both lounge under an umbrella. The woman watches her husband and daughter lovingly as they play in the sand. She catches her husband's eye and he flashes her a smile that even after all these years makes butterflies erupt in her stomach. 

Later after a day spent at the beach they’re both carrying a sleeping child back to the villa, their world in their arms. Finally when both kids are sound asleep in their beds the adults find themselves sitting outback with an all too familiar scenery around them. The man leaves for a brief second and while he’s gone the woman watches her babies through the baby monitor, her heart swelling over the fact that she made them with the love of her life. 

When he returns he has something hidden behind his back and with a raised eyebrow from his wife he reveals an old favorite of theirs. 

“The trip wouldn’t be complete without this now would it?” He says as he sits down next to her. 

“God we haven’t had this in forever.” She says as she takes the glass of pink moscato from him. 

“Just a man after your heart.” 

She laughs at her husband's antics. “You’ve already got it darling.” 

[sluttylittlewaistenthusiast]

╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all the fanfics i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) some will have summaries if provided <3

╰┈➤ a/n: 2022 me would skin me alive if she ever found out im being vocal abt liking eddie munson

ᡣ𐭩 how you can help palestine . fic recs m.list

@lokis-army-77

⭒ Cozy

Waking up the day after Eddie has fucked your brains out you have a little more fun.

⭒ Private Viewing

What happens when your favorite camboy is in your class? You should stop watching his content... or should you? What happens when you are eventually paired together for a project? Everything will be just fine, won't it?

@eddiemunsons-missingnipple

⭒ Next Caller

Eddie hosts a late night radio show for his college campus, where he discusses various different topics. He's mostly known for his DnD and sex talk segments. You've been a long-time listener who works up the courage to finally call in for some help.

⭒ You Look Lonely

Eddie finally had it all, success, money, and fame. There was still one tiny problem he had.

@ceriseheaven

⭒ Cockwarming with older!Eddie (blurb)

@natti-ice

⭒ “Let me taste you” (blurb)

⭒ "B-baby please, I'm gonna-" (blurb)

@msgexymunson

⭒ Shotgun

You're on a camping trip with your two friends, and the scariest guy from school: Eddie Munson. A few beers and some weed change the way you look at him however. Maybe he's not so scary after all. Cocky, oh yes, but not scary. Especially the way your legs start to squeeze together at the sight of him. But, does he like you, or is this some cruel game to play on the innocent band geek? 

⭒ Benefits

Your best friend Eddie starts to look very appealing to you, but if you suggest a dynamic change, will he go for it?

⭒ Soft Touches

you and your dealer Eddie get a little closer than anticipated.

⭒ The Ink Shop

Desperate for a job, you answer an advertisement not knowing it's a tattoo shop. It's not particularly difficult work, except for one thing: having to deal with Eddie Munson.  

@eddiethefreakkmunson

⭒ Not So Accidental Invitations

Tired of ignoring your ever growing attraction to your roommate Eddie you "accidentally" send him a partial nude, his reaction is everything you had hoped it would be and more...

@bimbobaggins69

⭒ Love in the Locker Room

you go into the boys locker room with a plan to steal the polaroids your now ex boyfriend took of you to show off to his friends, but the last thing you suspected was to be met with Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson and his very big friend.

@luveline

⭒ Topaz, Lime, Ruby Red

Eddie has a staring problem that you barely notice, though you share an aching, awful crush. One of you has to bend first, and it’s not who you’d expect.

⭒ Is It Getting Too Much?

you finally work up the courage to kiss Eddie for the first time and he can’t cope (even if he claims he can).

⭒ If It Barks

You don’t mean to make an enemy of Eddie Munson — he’s handsome and talented, but he’s the biggest jerk you’ve ever met. Eddie thinks you’re infuriatingly pretty, emphasis on the infuriating.

part one | part two | part three | part four |

⭒ Was That So Hard?

Your best friend Eddie tries to explain what a hickey feels like and finds he doesn't have the words. He could show you, though, if you want?

⭒ Dark Matter

You ask your best friend Eddie to give you your first kiss. Eddie's not really in the habit of saying no to you.

⭒ Something Extra

You're having trouble sleeping and pot seems like the only solution. Good thing your dealer, Eddie Munson, knows of another method that he's willing to to teach you. You get more than you bargained for when he tells you what he gets off to every night - you.

@usedtobecooler

⭒ Desperate!Eddie (blurb)

⭒ eddie "monstercock" munson

eddie ‘monstercock’ munson, who is painfully unaware of the sheer size of his dick.

@munson-blurbs

⭒ Dark and Stormy

A missing key and a terrible storm leaves you and Eddie stranded in the back of his van. What ever shall you do to pass the time?

@eiightysixbaby

⭒ Take A Dip?

eddie wants to get you in the water with him while you're alone at the community pool. he ends up getting a lot more than he bargained for.

@galaxy-siren

⭒ Biggest Fan

@lonelysatellites

⭒ Safe Hands

Sex has never been a pleasant experience for you. Selfish partners, anxiety, and pain have all ruined something that you should enjoy. You’re convinced there’s something wrong with you, but Eddie is determined to prove otherwise.

@eddiernunson

⭒ I Can Do It With A Broken Heart

You and Eddie have both had crap luck on dates lately, nothing that can't be fixed with a strawberry milkshake. However, he gets asked out on a date and it goes well...until it turns your life on its head and he forgets how to pick up the phone. You don't even care that he's dating someone else you just want your best friend back.

⭒ The Splash of Rain on the Roof

you're best friends with Eddie Munson after moving to Hawkins, the new girl who ditches the cheerleaders for the Freaks. A year later, you've fallen head over heels for him, and you're convinced there's no way he has any interest in you. It finally seems confirmed when you find out (more or less) that he's into a fucking cheerleader. Your heart breaks.

@bbyhellfire

⭒ missionary with eddie (drabble)

eddie didn't care for missionary until he meets you

@oneforthemunny

⭒ Soft!Eddie (blurb)

@kiwi-bitchez

⭒ The Girlfriend Experience

Eddie doesn’t think he’s cut out for dating. Self-resigned to a life of one and done hookups, you’re determined to make him see that he has the capacity to be a worthy companion… for when the right girl comes around.

@/gaybybirth on ao3

⭒ Double Feature

When you're forced to go to a double feature showing of the Halloween movies with your brother and his friends, you find yourself, like usual, interacting with Eddie Munson. But it doesn't take long for the platonic line to be blurred and things to heat up.

⭒ Show Me

You ask Eddie to show you what you've been missing out on after he discovers your boyfriend never went down on you.

@eds6ngel

⭒ Romantic!Eddie blurb

@gxtitobxby

⭒ The Princess and the Freak | Part 2

“I can’t help but dream of his head between my thighs, how his hair would feel against my—”

@/mediocredreams on ao3

⭒ Extra Credit

Your professor offers you a very personal in-home tutoring session.

@/ghostproofbaby on ao3

⭒ Twenty Four Hours

in which eddie munson and you absolutely hate each other's guts. what happens when your friends make a bet that you can't spend more than twenty four hours consecutively together?

(Y'ALL MUST READ IT ISTG ITS SO GOOD)

@/decembersfinest on ao3

⭒ Living After Midnight

Being a perpetual people-pleaser meant that you were constantly putting others before yourself--particularly your parents and the eccentric guests who stayed at their motel. But when a surly and mysterious musician checked in indefinitely, he flipped your whole world on its head.

@littlexdeaths

⭒ Band Practice

when band practice doesn’t go as planned…

@eddiexmunsonlover

⭒ One Step Away From You

You move back to Hawkins after 3 years away to finish out your senior year. Can you salvage the friendship you once had with your ex best friend, Eddie? Will you be able to push down your deeper feelings for him, or will it all come bubbling out in disaster?

@/nerdsarehot on ao3

⭒ A Kiss to Remember

⭒ Flustered

@/GreyPetticoats on ao3

⭒ Wing Man

Steve ‘the Hair’ Harrington is your best friend, and is constantly striking out. Sick of this, you two make a deal; you’ll wingman for each other. Hooking Steve up with dates is easy, but he finds himself struggling to find you a date. At least, until Dustin starts talking about his new cool friend Eddie.

@eddiesghxst

⭒ Riding Eddie drabble

@eddiemunchem

⭒ that puppy dog typa love

eddie is fiercely loyal, doting, and affectionate — when he’s enamored, you’re everything; his whole world. so just don’t mind the fact that he clings to you like a sloth to a tree, yeah?

[chewnotchoke]

boynextdoor when they miss you but you're mad at them

why do i always think of such drabbles when i'm about to sleep? anyway,,,enjoy!

sungho

𓍯 he would give you space but he makes sure he checks on you if you haven't skipped your meals.

𓍯 you don't reply at all when he asks if you've eaten lunch, so the moment you answer with "i did" during dinnertime was the sign that he could talk to you again

𓍯 when he misses you, he's vocal about it but he limits it so you wouldn't feel overwhelmed

riwoo

𓍯 he waits for you to text him back but he doesn't try to start a conversation. perhaps, he's waiting for you when you're ready

𓍯 he would go out to distract himself because he doesn't want to get fed up by anxiety so he puts his phone on do not disturb. but he couldn't help but constantly check his notifications, waiting for your name to appear

𓍯 would type "i miss you" but hesitates to send them and would eventually erase what he typed

jaehyun

𓍯 he has anxious attachment so it really bothers him when you don't reply for several hours. he would send "i'm sorry...i miss you. can we talk this out please?"

𓍯 also sends "babe :(" messages. he understands it when you need space but he's really anxious about it. and he hates arguments, but he knows it's his fault this time so he's trying to make it through

taesan

𓍯 "i understand you're mad and i can give you space. but in case you need me, just text or call me up and i'll be here, okay? i miss you."

𓍯 would text his friends to go out to cope because he thinks he's gonna go insane if he doesn't step out of the house while waiting for you to reply

𓍯 at the end of the day when you're still not replying, he'd come over to your apartment with food in hand and a stem of flower. "i can't take it anymore. i miss you."

leehan

𓍯 has the most emotional intellegence out of all them, when you need space, he gives you space. but before that, you have to talk it out with him because he wants to understand your feelings well

𓍯 after that talk, he'd roll on his bed because he misses you so much but he has to wait before he talks to you again.

𓍯 takes the reason why you're upset to his heart and he would murmur "leehan stupid" everytime he remembers

woonhak

𓍯 seeks advices from his friends on what to do so he can better understand you

𓍯 same as leehan but instead of mumbling words, he groans from frustration to himself out of nowhere "agh! woonhak what's wrong with you?!" he talks in third-person.

𓍯 he calls you right away when you feel a little better and he does the rest of cheering you up on call ^__^

[sailoryuns]

WHY’D YOU ONLY CALL ME WHEN YOU’RE HIGH? ─── PJS

summary: you only call jay when it’s late at night and you’re under the influence. he hates that you’ll never be his real girlfriend but it’s better to still have you this way than not at all.

genre. fwb!jay x f!reader | college au

warnings. angst, (some) fluff, smut, one-sided love, jealous feelings, small mention of depression, mentions of smoking (weed), 34+35, squirting, protected s*x, most of this is told in jay’s pov wc -> 2.9k

now playing 🎧 — why’d you only call me when you’re high? by arctic monkeys

jay has never been the type to back down from a challenge, he’s a natural risk taker and 99% of the time it ends up serving in his favor— until he got himself acquainted with you. had he known what would be the outcome of this he would’ve never gone over to your dorm on that one particular night. things were good in the beginning, really good actually, he’s never met someone so spontaneous in the bedroom like you.

it was like spinning the mystery wheel of fortune to see what he’ll get next. you were never boring, would get super vocal, and made him finish at least three times. it’s like you were a godsend to cure his loneliness and desperate cravings for intimacy.

but like most good things, they always come to an eventual, sad end. this entanglement you two are in is starting to become too much for him, it’s been affecting his self esteem and making his mental health rapidly decline. from the outside looking in, he seems perfectly fine, nothing out of the ordinary; but his depression worsens day by day.

he feels rather pathetic for staying friends with benefits if it’s only hurting him rather than helping, but it’s impossible to say no to you. jay knew exactly what kind of arrangement this was from the start but still chose to get involved anyway. he really did think he could handle it, no feelings, no strings attached— seems so easy, right?

maybe for you, but for him the realizations now begun to hit all at once. none of this is what he actually wants, he most definitely wants you of course, but not just solely to get in your panties. he’s never really been the type who just sleeps around, if anything his standards are so ridiculously high it was hard for him to get laid in the first place. that all changed once he got to know you, sharing a class together and getting paired in the same group for a project was all coincidental.

he was so nervous around you he couldn’t even ask for your social media, let alone your number. it wasn’t until someone else in the group finally asked everyone to exchange numbers so each person will know their designated tasks. not even days later you asked him over to your dorm to come “work on the project”, which was a blatant cover up because neither of you got any schoolwork done that night.

he regrets everything that lead up to this point, feeling foolish for not listening to his friends. he was warned on numerous occasions about you by them, was told to tread very carefully with someone as mercurial as you, but he’s in too deep now… literally and metaphorically.

he’s already lost count on how many rounds it’s been so far, going at it like bunnies for the past two and a half hours. jay’s surprised he even has the stamina left for all this, droplets of sweat secrete from his forehead in utter concentration. he’s got your leg propped up high above his shoulder, sliding his cock in at just the right angle. the headboard keeps hitting against the wall as his strokes get sloppier, watching hisself disappear in and out of you while slamming right into your g-spot.

“fuck- jay… gonna cum!” you cry out from a wave of pleasure, body twitching as more whimpers escape your trembling lips.

just when he thought he couldn’t get enough of you, your walls tighten around him, making his mind even hazier from the way you squeeze his cock. it’s such a perfect fit inside, literally feels like your pussy was made for him. you were made for him, and one day he’ll show you just how much you truly mean to him.

but for now he needs to focus on making the both of you finish, his pace becoming more relentless. your high state of mind made your body hypersensitive, limbs heavily shaking as water gushes from between your thighs and onto your legs. exhaling a breathy moan, you couldn’t believe you just squirted all over jay’s thick cock.

“that’s so fucking hot..” he praised, filling the room with loud animalistic groans.

eyes roll to the back of your head in ecstasy from your 82531365245th orgasm of tonight, you’re going to be so sore tomorrow. jay came shortly after you did, spilling every last drop of his seed into the condom. one day he hopes to get the chance to fuck you raw, see what it really feels like to be inside such a perfect pussy. if that moment ever did come, he’d be sure of it to make you officially his girl. his chest heaves from all that energy he’s just burned, looking at you underneath him with pure infatuation. even when you’re a sticky, sweaty fucked out mess he still manages to find you to be the most heavenly angel that’s ever graced this earth.

your bodies compressed together under the linen sheets of his full size bed, a much better upgrade than your sad twin XL one. jay runs his fingers down the apex of your thighs, gently kneading them while nibbling on the sweet spot of your neck. it’s been hours since you smoked but somehow you still feel so high— it could be because you literally just squirted though. you didn’t think your body was capable of doing that anymore, you’ve only squirted once before while using your vibrator but you never thought someone else could make you do that. if you believed in love and monogamy you’d be wifing him up ASAP.

jay wanted to stay like this for as long as he could, he never gets the opportunity to cuddle with you after sex, doesn’t get to cherish you in his arms and give you forehead kisses as you slowly fall asleep. you’re usually gone by the time he’s able to even try and do those things, but you haven’t moved a muscle yet. he’s wondering what you’re thinking in that pretty little head of yours, just wants to know if you even slightly feel the same way as he does. you shift under him, grabbing your phone on the nightstand adjacent to the bed, checking what time it is and any messages you missed.

“care to stay a bit longer..?” jay timidly asks, hoping that by some miracle you’d give in and say yes.

“i can’t,” you rush to get up from his hold to go find your clothes scattered on the floor, “have to wake up early for lab tomorrow.”

he knows that it’s not his place to get genuinely upset over you leaving. he needs to accept that the only time you call him is when you’re high out of your mind and just want some dick. he’s not the only guy you’re seeing and it makes him furious that other men get to touch you like he does. the same way his hands roam all over your body and you just breathlessly whine how much you need him.

or when you’re riding his cock until his patience runs thin and he starts roughly thrusting himself back into you, tightly gripping the sides of your waist. it’s a shame you never let him take you out or even kiss you on the lips without acting weird about it. this dynamic you two have going on was supposed to be ideal, but jay just regrets it as it continues. he can’t keep living like this, it’s mental torture. either you’re going to start seeing each other exclusively or he’ll have to kiss this arrangement goodbye for good.

“i don’t know … i just feel.. used…” jay finally expresses how he’s been feeling this whole time about you to his friends. melting into the couch as he becomes one with it, the fogged up atmosphere of the room makes his brain go fuzzy.

“then why don’t you break off all contact? or just tell her you don’t wanna keep seeing her anymore if all she wants is sex.” sunghoon openly suggests, passing the joint over to jake who’s next in the rotation.

jake eagerly grabs it, pressing the rolled paper between his lips, taking an extra long inhale, “yeah just be honest and upfront with her about it. some girls are like that, only using guys for dick and money.” he comments after blowing out a thick cloud of smoke.

“but i want to keep seeing her,” jay shakes his head, further explaining, “just not in that way…”

“good luck with that mr. loverboy,” heeseung teases him for being so naive. “everyone knows y/n is a freak, chan and jeongin already hit last semester, the things i heard she can do with her mouth is crazyy-”

“don’t ever fucking talk about her like that again, you sound gross and disrespectful.” jay snaps at him to quickly defend you, he had to stop himself before he actually punches heeseung in the face.

he doesn’t want to know how many others are in the picture, nor does he care about the other guys you’ve slept with. in his delusional mind, you two only see each other and he’d like to keep it that way.

“bro you’re beating a dead horse even trying to pursue this, she’s going to laugh in your face if you confess your feelings. she doesn’t believe in love, she told me ‘cause i tried asking her out on a date before.” heeseung proceeds to admit, only adding more fuel to the fire as he keeps talking.

jay was even more pissed off now, he’s definitely going to bash his friend’s head into a wall right now. he has a feeling jake and sunghoon would immediately try and hold him back though.

“the only thing he’ll be beating is his meat once she cuts him off for getting too attached.” jake chimes in again, finding slight amusement in this whole situation.

jay is tired of feeling like his personal feelings are invalid , as if there’s something inherently wrong with falling for someone he’s been sexually intimate with for months now. he really wishes you’d stop playing games with him but fact of the matter is you’ll never be his girlfriend and it’s irrational for him to think this way.

“i can fix her,” jay confidently refutes his friend’s claims, “just wait and see.”

it’s 3 am on a friday night, your heads reeling with countless thoughts and desperate to find an outlet to release all your frustrations. calling jay to see what he’s up to, he answers almost immediately, trying to sound all nonchalant like he wasn’t waiting for you to call him for a late night hook up.

he was quick to invite you over when you expressed how bored you were, getting there in less than ten minutes and still managing to look super cute in your sweatpants and oversized hello kitty t-shirt. you reeked of marijuana as you walked in. nothing new. jay doesn’t smoke but he notices the red tint in your eyes, how your movements are slowed and you’re acting all giggly with him.

god you’re so fucking cute it hurts.

he hugs you from behind as you make your way into his kitchen, the munchies are hitting you real hard and all you want is a nice pb&j sandwich. unfortunately jay doesn’t have anymore jelly, only peanut butter.. you were mortified at the monstrosity of his pantry to begin with— there was barely anything in there.

“you seriously need to go grocery shopping soon, there’s nothing in here. i’m starvinggg.” you whine, about to have a mini meltdown if you don’t get any food in your system within the next 15 minutes.

“why? it’s just me who lives here and i don’t really eat much, plus i mostly go to the dining halls anyway,” he says, “if you’re hungry i have some stuff up here.” pointing to a different cabinet that was higher above, inside was filled with all your favorite kinds of snacks and candy , your eyes lit up at all the different varieties.

you seriously couldn’t thank him enough, turning around in his direction to look at his dreamy face. you had the strongest urge to kiss him right there in that moment but you refrained from doing so. something piques your curiosity when you thought about kissing him on the lips, examining how perfectly plump they are and how badly you want them between your legs right now.

clenching around absolutely nothing, you’re neglecting all earlier thoughts of eating and now focus on the man behold you. everything happened so fast, suddenly you were both heavily making out, his hands rest on your thighs as you sat on top of the kitchen counter. fingers tangled up in his silky black locks, you get lost in the taste of him, sensing a mint flavored undertone with a hint of vanilla. not even five minutes later you were on your knees deepthroating his cock as if you’re going to swallow him whole. he’d rut his hips slightly into you, fucking that pretty mouth of yours is his favorite. you know how to use it exceptionally well.

“good girl..” he praises you to keep going, grabbing a fistful of your hair in the process, “just like that baby..”

then he remembers what heeseung said from earlier about how you slept with chan and jeongin. it won’t leave his mind and he’s doing anything to stop these thoughts from impeding his orgasm, but he gets so fucking jealous he needs to do something else. that being to eat you out until you come undone so hard on his tongue it knocks the wind out of you.

he wants to be the first, last, and only man that’ll ever make you feel this way, he’ll do whatever it takes to prove he’s worthy of your love and why he’s more than qualified to date you. no one is ever going to treat you better than he will, he’ll make sure to shower you with all his affection, be deeply devoted, and provide only the best of the best for his perfect princess.

jay’s transferred you both onto the couch at one point , lying underneath you while you’re still sucking his cock after he’s already came on your face once before. you’re practically writhing and shaking from the way he’s devouring you, spreading your lips with his index and middle finger to lick slow, languid stripes on your clit.

you still had a mouth full of his cock, your muffled moans vibrate around his girth making him twitch even more inside you. unable to think or even concentrate on what you were doing, you couldn’t stop loudly whimpering, too busy focusing on grinding on his face, eventually giving up altogether. he didn’t seem to mind though, his only goal of tonight was getting you to cum an endless amount of times.

“jay- fuck! oh my god..” you cry out in desperation, on the brink of having a mind blowing orgasm.

he takes that as a sign to go faster, dipping his tongue inside your dripping heat like it’s his last meal on earth. your back arches in response, sounding like a broken record as you moan his name over and over. something snaps within, literally bursting at the seams as you squirt again on jay’s face.

a small tear rolls down the side of your cheek, not from any pain but the overwhelming sensation of it all left you physically numb. you can’t see it but jay was smiling so hard at the fact he was able to make you do this twice. he plants a kiss to your puffy pussy, gloating in his own little victory as he licks the remaining essence from the inside of your thighs. sometimes you wonder why you smoke if you can just get the same effect after letting jay eat you out. always feels like you’re floating, completely weightless in his hold.

you broke the ‘no kissing’ rule you again to continue sloppily making out with him some more, loving the way you taste on his tongue. he can’t get enough of you and neither can you get of enough of his amazing cunnilingus skills. the afterglow of your climax was like reaching the highest state of nirvana. feeling at one and at peace with everything around you.

after being snuggled up while lying on jay’s chest, you get a bit sleepy but you don’t want to burden him by staying the night.

“i have to go now,” you abruptly say after a long moment of silence, “see you later.”

“wait- stay” his palm presses against your shoulder before you can fully get up, “please don’t leave this time, please.”

he hates how that sounded so pitiful, but he’s lost all pride at this point. if he can’t have you as his girlfriend then he’ll just pretend you are. it’s better to keep it this way than to ever admit his feelings and be subject to possible rejection down the line.

you reluctantly sink back into the mattress, “o-okay..” feeling more vulnerable than ever been before.

oddly enough it feels more intimate to cuddle and sleep next to him rather than having a full on fuck marathon. he held you in his embrace the whole night after that, feeling more accomplished than ever in getting you to spend the night. jay hopes that this wont be the last time this happens, he wishes this was the outcome of every night you sleep together. one day he will muster up the courage in finally confessing how he truly feels but for now— he’ll take whatever tiny crumb of affection from you he can get.

- 完 ︎♡︎

[love-belle]

you're the best in my life and i lost you !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which they truly are the best in each other's lives but they lost them.

or

for when you finally get to know that maybe it is unrequited. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // charles leclerc x fem!reader

prequel - i'd never walk cornelia street sign ⋆·˚ ༘ *

warnings - language

author's note - finally here!!!!! i REALLLLLLY hope u like it !!! i have so much planned for this week and i hope i can show u all of it soon !!! thank u so much for reading i love you <3

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yourusername my sophomore album "good riddance" is finally here and i'm soooo excited for u all to hear little pieces of my heart sewn together. every single syllable is what i feel and what i have been feeling. we all have that one person that we absolutely refuse to talk about so just like that, i ended up writing a whole album instead. thank you sooo much for supporting me, i love you all forever. and to the inspiration behind this, thank you. you were good to me. you're the best i've ever had.

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charles_leclerc so proud of you. seeing you live your dream is the best feeling ever and i hope you get to see the world just like we talked about. things aren't the same but my support for you will always be unwavering. this is what you were made for and i couldn't be more happy 🤍

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username SCREAMING WHATHEBRCUKXKSKA

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[schlattslonghairytoes]

omg wait i just sent in the baby it’s cold outside request and im now realizing that YOU PLANTEF THE SEED IN MY BRAIN WITH YOUR HCS WHEN I CATCH YOU!!

but if you don’t mind could you please go more into depth with that idea pls pls pls

the christmas spirit

you were sat on your sofa watching you boyfriends newest podcast episode, you were sorting through your own footage when you hear him talk about making a christmas album

now you knew he could sing, but an album worried you, he was no sinatra. so you decided to call him up and see what he was thinking

you clicked on his contact and began calling "jayjay😏" after 5 rings you really considered giving up, but you finally saw the word connecting

you again considered hanging up when he answered the phone looking like this.

"what." he groaned it a low pitched voice, you giggled before realizing what time it was by him

"jay why were you sleeping at five P.M" you squinted your eyes at him

"im tired." he deadpanned. you sighed before laughing again at his mad face, before you could speak he began to stretch and the angle where he dropped his phone gave you a full view of his beautiful body.

"do you know hot you are?" you ask admiring your boyfriend.

"ill hang up on you, slut." he never did like compliments.

"brat, anyways." you rolled your eyes "i just finished watching chuckle, you looked very cute, but what was this about a christmas album?"

his face lit up "i forgot to tell you! okay so remember my way, well i know you remember it but you get it, i wanted a new project to focus on so im going to make a christmas album!"

schlatt found it very hard to focus on one thing for a prolonged period of time, but he always loved singing so you believed this would be good for him.

"babe and how are you gonna do that?" you questioned, he began to pout as he walked to his bathroom and set down his phone on the counter

"what you dont beweve in me?" he asked in a weird baby voice, while alos having a mouth full of toothpaste

"gross. no of course i do, but i mean your gonna need a producer, a person to re-write the music so you can own it, a vocal coach, how much is this gonna cost you?" you voiced your concerns

"not as much as ill make from it" he laughed

"ugh i hate you" a sigh escaped you but he persisted

"and one more thing.. i want you to be in it."

-if there is one thing you knew about yourself, it was that you were not about to be one of those youtubers who started making shitty music

-so when i tell you it took a long time to get schlatt to convince you to be on the album, it took months

-but when you eventually came around schlatt was ecstatic

-and honestly you were kinda excited too, you would get to see your boyfriend after not seeing him for over a month

-and with this album drop, you both agreed it would basically be your own version of a hard launch

-you wanted to pick songs that would compliment both of your voices, but also make it pretty clear you were more then just friends

-you chose santa baby and baby its cold outside, but schlatt added another, your favorite song, something stupid by frank and nancy sinatra

-you were so excited to see him that the thought of having to sing that well didnt even cross your mind

-but you boarded your flight to LA without second thought, excited to see your favorite boy when you landed

schlatt fucking hates Los Angeles, its hot, the people suck ass, theres always traffic, and right now, the fact that your not with him is driving him insane.

your flight should be landing any minute, and hes sitting in an airport trying to hide and make sure no one recognizes him.

the reason that becoming increasingly difficult is because fucking jack manifold, tom simons, and harry tornado (average harry), waltz off the plane, into the airport, in los angeles.

where everyone is always looking for someone to recognize.

schlatt is hiding twenty feet away from them, but hes already gotten noticed four times, the man cant catch a break.

he just wants to see his girlfriend, not interact with his fuckass fans

that fact that your relationship was private didnt help, he would one hundred percent makeout with you in the middle of the airport, but now that you have planned your hardlaunch he has to contain himself.

harry and jack were taking a picture with a fan, and tom was pissing as usual when schlatt finally saw you

he launched himself up and flailed his arms around like a clown to you, when you saw him you bolted across the floor and threw your bags at harry, who fell over from the force.

like flat on his ass.

you ran and jumped your man “i missed you so much baby” you laughed

“there is a group of teenage girls to your left that have their phones out, i love you so fucking much but save it for the bnb.” he smiled down at you

you giggled and looked over at the six girls, who were activley ignoring harry and tom who were awkwardly standing by them

"holy fucking shit im your biggest fan, please please please can i get a picture with you ive been watching you since i was fucking ten." one girl yelled

"kezia shut the hell up your gonna scare her away." another slapped her

"alanna you dont understand." she wailed

"you look alot like our art teacher" another added

"renn arent you a patron of her podcast?" holy fuck there were so many of them

they all began yelling over eachother and fan girling over you, "do you guys want a picture, or we can make a tiktok or something, up to you guys." you said politely

"can i be in it?" harry asked quietly

"um, sorry, who are you?" tom and jack started hysterically laughing and slapping harry

you guys ended up making a funny tiktok in the middle of LAX and they told you they were all friends because of an art class they have together.

after you all said our goodbyes you all loaded into ted's truck that schlatt was borrowing to haul you all around

you got in the passenger seat as schlatt went over the plan for the week

"okay, we have an airbnb for all of us, but two of you have to share a room, theres three in total. so jack tom and harry two of you will have to be sharing a bed, no homo in my airbnb do ya' hear me?"

they all burst out laughing and agree to schlatts terms

"okay, today once all of you are back at the bnb, im gonna head to the studio to record my solo songs, tommora' im recording with tom and jack, harry you can tag along or whatever, wednesday me and you are together"

he rested his hand on your thigh as he looked at you, his eyes full of stars, looking at you as if you had hung them

"then Thursday, me ludwig, quackity and theo are gonna be down there, the rest of the week is scheduled incase we need to re-record anything or just have fun, everyone undertand?"

he squeezed your thigh as he drove, eyes locked on you

"eyes on the road buddy" you pushed his head foward and sat back in your seat admiring you boyfriend as your friends wrestled in the back.

"harry cut it out, tom stop touching his bum or whatever you britsh fucks call it. youre being gay man, what did i say about that." schlatt jokes, he told you privately that he was bisexual so you knew his jokes were simply just jokes

you watched him as he yelled at the monkeys in the back seat and all you could think is how good of a dad hes going to be, you've spoke about kids before, and your both on the same page which is a huge relief.

you thought about what features your kids would get from him, and god you hoped it was his nose, you loved his nose.

"can ya' stop thinking so hard i swear i can hear your thought." he laughed as he stopped at a red light, looking over to you again

"i just love you so much." you laughed

"ew mom and dad are gonna fuck!" tom gagged

"get a room you perverts" harry lent over the middle console and made smooching noises, schlatt grabbed his face and pushed him back into his seat.

"this is gonna be a long fucking week, im gonna kill myself i swear." schlatt scoffed

"take me with you then" you sighed and slouched into your seat.

day one. (six days remaining)

you woke up with schlatts arms wrapped around your waist, good start.

you both woke up early so you could get breakfast for you and your kids, as you walked up the streets of LA all you could think about is how you want to spend the rest of your life with this man.

"penny for your thoughts?" he laughed, but was one of his calm laughs that was so genuine and unforced

"just love you, love us y'know? i wanna have a big house, a cat, maybe a dog, some little you's running around, i just cant wait to move in with you next month"

"if you say anything like that again ill fuck you right here. dont test me, im gonna have to walk around witha' boner now you whore"

your laugh escaped you and you had to bend over and stop walking as you look up at your now tomoato colored boyfriend.

"c'mon keep it moving." he gunted, a small smiled appearing on his stone cold face.

you ate breakfast together then made your way back to the bnb to deliver food to your "kiddos", soon after they all left for the studio so you decided to start a little project of your own, a suprise one

since schlatt was going to hard launch your realationship through something he loved, you decided you'd do the same

a little video about the love of your life

day two (five days remaining)

you and schlatt repeated the same routine in the morning, you went and got breakfast, went back the bnb, got changed and finally left for the studio

on your walk there schlatt warned you about the homeless person right infront of the studio

"no im so serious, he actually tried to stab me two days ago, and when i finaly got away from him he started yelling how he could take me, and not in a fight. let me tell you, he was not my type."

you both walked into the studio to be met by a italian man named David, but it was pronounced daviday.

he directed you both to a booth were you were instructed to drink tea and blow bubbles into a cup

"babe im starting to get nervous, if i fuck up, or have a voice crack, and you laugh at me. so help me god im breaking up with you" you told him

"lemme tell you what happened yesterday" he sat down and began drinking his tea. "i let harry sing one line on jingle bells and his voice went up and octave and cracked. it was so funny holy shit, i have to get that recording."

you both contiuned talking about the recording process so far, until david told you he was ready to begin, starting with baby its cold outside and you were gonna do a full run through no matter the mistakes.

the music counted in and you started off the song "i really cant stay" you sang. then your boyfriend came in with "but baby, its cold outside" and your eyes widened at how good he sounded

you went through the full thing and after the last line you laughed until you heard davids voice, "both of you, that was shit, do it again."

schlatt didnt even seem fazed by this. holy fuck you were in for a long day.

once david was semi happy with that song you moved onto something stupid, and that one went by much faster.

but the song you were dreading most was next, mostly cause you had to carry the whole song

schlatt started off the ong with the iconic bu-bum, bu-bum' when your voice came in "santa, baby, just slip a sable under the tree for me, been an awful good girl."

as you sang your eyes looked up at him an winked before you focused on singing again.

schlatt continued through the song, but the moment you were done, he scurred off to the bathroom while you did certain lines and verses over and over

when he came back, his face was significantly redder, but you just laughed and moved on, too focused on perfecting your song

you had been recording for over 12 hours now, both of you exhausted.

when you were finally done it was two am.

you called an uber and headed back to the bnb

as you fell asleep on schlatts chest, all you could think about was how you couldnt wait to upload the album, and finally live with the love of your life.

[l0relaii]

hiiii im loving ur work so far <33 could i req josh with a rly quiet/ timid partner ? sfw/nsfw doesnt matter tyyy!!

aww hii thank you so much sweetie!! <3 i just posted smth abt josh with a partner that is not very vocal in bed if you want to check that out too i think it fits this concept

you're so different from each other. he's so confident and loud and you're so shy and quiet

maybe that's what drew him to you in the first place. you balance each other out perfectly

from the moment you met josh noticed how quiet you were, how you never really speak, and when you did speak he barely heard you

initially he thinks that you don't like him and he tries to keep the inappropriate jokes to himself when you're around

but after he asks one of your mutual friends he finds out that you're like that with the majority of people.. if only he could get you to open up to him somehow..

josh thinks you're so cute and you intrigue him so much. he'd love to get you to be more talkative with him.

he wonders how your voice would sound early in the morning when he wakes you up with soft kisses on your neck, or late at night when he's buried inside you

he eventually gets you to accept going on a date with him and you're so flustered. he loves it. he loves being able to make you blush and smile with every compliment

"you're so pretty today sweetheart, d'you know that?"

did i mention the teasing?? ohhh the teasing is so bad

"what's the matter babe, the cat got your tongue or something?"

"oh what's that? did you say something?? well i guess you're gonna have to speak up cuz i can't hear you "

he loves when it's just the two of you and your timid personality kinda fades away. you become more chatty and he's in awe watching you

"what's wrong, do i have something on my face??"

"oh no, i just love seeing you so bold around me.."

he just sits with his chin in his hand staring at you while you babble away about a subject you're passionate about

he'd research any and every interest of yours just to get more chances to talk to you arghhh josh is so attentive and cute when he's in love 🫠

when you two have sex he's so soft and gentle with you. he kisses every part of your body and tries to get any sound that he can get out of you

if you cover your face in embarrassment he grabs your hand immediately and intertwines his fingers with yours

"don't hide from me sweet thing.. let me see your face.."

[rascalentertainments]

Wish Granted AU: Sakina and Tomás 👗🖋

Now this is one bio I've been wanting to get to for a long time, Asha's parents! Sabino's will come of course, but for now I finally can talk about these two. And more about Tomás is revealed in the story itself when Asha reads his journal. There will even be a bonus story showing what actually happened to Tomás leading to his death. Since there usually isn't a whole lot on either of them in certain rewrites (for various reasons) Its a good opportunity to give it a try and write info about them in my AU.

So lets start with Tomás. His design is this particular concept art above. And I'm just gonna come out say it, he's kind of handsome. The fact we don't even see his face in the actual movie is atrocious... I'll of course draw him in my style later, but at least he can be featured in some WG art now.

• Tomás was born in Spain, but both of his parents were Jewish.(keeping inline with canon this time. I only found this out from reading the book) They immigrated to Rosas when he was a child.

• He became a philosopher at 25 and has read the works Socrates, Plato, and Aristotle. They inspired him to reevaluate life and the existence of the universe. He's more of a softspoken man, and his personality is based on Pacha from Emperor's New Groove.

• He met Sakina in Rosas after she made an off hand about looking at the stars all time seemed to be a waste of time. The two eventually fell in love.

• Sabino didn't quite understand what is son was seeing in the stars, but as he grew older, he at least appreciated and listen to him explain his theories.

• Since most philosophers attempt to explain human existence and theorize their behavior, Tomás wanted to try something different. So he began to look at the stars for guidance. Even though they were only described as hot balls of gas, he thought they could be more.

• Given that people use the stars to navigate the world, connect them to create constellations and even foretell a person's future, he started to ponder if there was a connection to stars and humans.

• He theorized that since the stars were as numerous as the people on Earth and varied in size, shape, color and glow, they had to be created to be as unique as humans. Therefore, they had the power to change the things around them, just as humans do. He's even credited the stars for giving him the strength and inspiration for his studies.

• Tomás later began some tests to ask something from the stars to see if he would get something in return. While he had no vocal answer, he could see certain things come fruition. Like the birth of his daughter, Asha.

• He gifted her an empty journal and a hand made pencil as his final gift to her, when he was closer to his passing. He wanted her to keep going for her passion to draw.

• He was the closest thing to a friend Magnifico had, as he shared a sort of fascination with the stars.

• He kept a journal of every new discovery he made about the stars and the result of asking upon one. Since Magnifico came up with the idea of wishes becoming physical, Tomás wondered if there wasn't a physical requirement to get them granted. He also felt a but stronger and optimistic in their presence.

•The man shared this information with Magnifico and Amaya in hopes of helping make the kingdom more prosperous and help the citizens as well.

• Tomás hear rumors of a Hamlet from a certain citizen, and that some people don't trust the royals and secretly created a haven to hide their wishes from them. This is when he started to get suspicious of the king and queen and attempted to get his wish back. Unfortunately, he wasn't more cautious of Sabor lurking around...

•Tomás died in his late 30's by an unknown illness. It wasn't natural causes.

And now for Sakina! (her WG design will come later, so take this concept art for now) It didn't sit well with me that Asha's family was barely in the film and had no impact in the story. Sabino was already robbed of his song, but her mother was barely memorable. Considering they were both used as hostages by Magnifico originally, clearly they had more of a role before. So for Wish Granted, I wanted to at least flesh her out as well as Tomás.

• Sakina was born in Rosas, but both her parents were African. (Once again, keeping in line with canon)

• Her wish is to become the best seamstress and create clothing so beautiful that even royalty would want to wear it. This is actually canon as well according to the art book, but her wish wasn't technically seen in the film. It actually went to some other background character.

• When Tomás fell ill, she went go to the king and queen for their help. Sakina hoped they could use their magic to heal him. Magnifico told her he'd find a cure for him through one of Amaya's spells. She didn't find out until later that they never made a cure.

• She did have plans for having the Rosas citizens have better attire (they're outfits looked a bit bland, and almost like they weren't meant to stand out at all) So she asked Asha to design an example outfit that would bring a bit more culture and style. (the pic below shows what she originally wanted to dress herself in)

• Sakina did become a bit bitter and resentful after her family and life was affected by the royals. Sabino convinced her not to lose herself for the sake of Asha.

• While she and Sabino sometimes argue, it's usually over something small, or not wanting the old man to get into trouble with the other residents. That or he might hurt himself exploring the forest. (Asha seems to enjoy going with him, though)

• Since her original wish was taken, Sakina settled on making clothes for the people of the Hamlet. She also made blankets, sweaters, quilts and much more with the help of three older women. Although the two of them can never agree on some of the clothes being blue or pink.

• Sakina also created Valentino's little sweater!

• She taught Asha and a few other residents how to sow as well. This is the closest she's gotten to her wish, so there's some comfort in that. Now the animals want to help make some outfits after they were given the ability to talk. She doesn't know how to feel about that...😅

• While she's not arrogant, she does have some sass to her, which is where Asha got it from. 😂 Her personality is based off of Chicha from Emperor's New Groove.

• She doesn't pressure Asha to date, but much like Sabino she does want to her find someone special like how she had Tomás. Both Sakina and Sabino hoped that she was interested in Flazino, but nothing happened. She does see him as family though.

• One fact has to be hidden until the end of the story. The only hint I can give is that she's always wanted a son.

And that wraps another bio up! I haven't really seen many of these for her parents in other rewrites, so I wanted to flesh them out some more here! I know Tomás is gone here, but his death is really important here for later chapters. As well as another bonus story showing what caused his death. I just wanted to make sure that they feel like characters and not just extras.

I'll make some more new/updated bios later, but for now, I hope you liked this! Now I'm going to start working on the next chapter and continue making the teaser poster!

@your-ne1ghbor @tumblingdownthefoxden @chillwildwave @jojo-ker06 @snackara @oh-shtars @natsuki208 @spectator-zee @starss-artss @thesafireartist @ishadow246 @pinkninja0708

[ellswritings]

Formality 1x11

Episode 12

“Call it again,” Scott orders his friends as he jumps up from the floor. The boy somehow managed to lose his phone within the last twenty four hours from when they were together. He’s checked under his bed about a thousand times, making Stiles and Fallon roll their eyes. If he didn’t find it the first time, he’s not gonna find it now. They tried to help him look for the first hour and a half, but eventually gave up.

Fallon presses the call button on her phone, a loud ringing echoing throughout the room. Unfortunately, that’s the only sound reverberating in the small space. Scott’s ringtone is not heard by any of them. There wasn’t even the loud vibrating noise it usually makes.

Fallon readjusts the white turtleneck she’s wearing, the fabric feeling slightly suffocating. The brunette is going to be stuck wearing this style of shirt for a while. At least until Derek’s handprint fades from her neck. He left bruises scattered across it, which would definitely raise a few eyebrows if anyone she loves saw it. She really didn’t want to answer any questions, or to see the pity in Scott and Stiles’ eyes when she told them. Fallon herself didn’t even want to talk about it. Reliving it just makes her want to punch Derek more. The fact he didn’t even try to apologize also infuriates her to no end.

“It’s not here, Scotty,” Fallon sighs, her voice sounding almost tight. Like Derek managed to dent her vocal chords or something.

“You know, so what, you lost your phone,” Stiles tries to say positively. “Why don’t you just get a new one?”

“I can’t afford a new one,” Scott groans frustratedly, still fervently searching his bedroom. “And I can’t do this alone. We have to find Derek.” He glances at Fallon with a hopeful look, “Have you been able to get ahold of him?” He asks, walking closer to the two.

Fallon shrugs, “I texted him.”

“That’s it?” Stiles scoffs. “You texted him? Seriously?” He narrows his eyes at her. “I thought you would’ve been over the moon that you were given the job of reaching out to him. And all you do is text him?”

“Yes, Stiles,” Fallon responds, annoyed. “All I did was text him. He’s probably not gonna answer me anyway. You’d have better luck getting Peter to call him if you want a response.” She looks back at Scott, “Plus, didn’t you say he walked into gunfire?” Scott nods. “Probably not in the position to be answering text messages then,” she says.

Scott shakes his head, “Argent's plan was to use him to get to the Alpha. They wouldn’t risk killing him.”

“All right, so then, just let them do what they're planning, you know? They use Derek to find Peter, problem solved.” Stiles says with a nonchalant shrug.

“Not if Peter’s going after Allison to find Derek!” Scott exclaims frustratedly. “I can’t protect her on my own which means we either find Derek first–” he stops, stammering as he tries not to picture what will happen if they don’t find Derek. “Just-just help me!” He shouts, going through the minimal miscellaneous items he has on his dresser. He tosses a toy basketball backwards, knocking Fallon in the head.

She glares at him, fighting the urge to chuck the ball back at his head. “You know, you probably lost it when you two were fighting,” Fallon brings up passive aggressively. Most of it towards Derek. “Remember? When he was trying to kill you for trying to save Jackson from also being killed by him. Anyone else noticing his pattern of violent behavior? Or just me?”

“Since when do you say anything negative about Derek?” Stiles furrows his eyebrows.

Scott groans loudly, “He wasn’t actually going to kill anyone,” he defends. “And I’m not letting him die.”

Fallon believes that Derek is still buried in his mind, just under the control of Peter. She knows even despite his cold hard exterior, he wouldn’t actually let Peter hurt someone innocent if he could help it. She doesn’t necessarily want him to die either, but maybe a couple hours of torture would serve him right after crawling through her window just to assault her.

Stiles huffs exasperatedly, “Could you at least think about letting him die?” He requests with a pout. “For me?”

Fallon tosses the basketball up in the air and sighs, “No, Stiles… Unfortunately that isn’t considered ‘morally correct.’ We have to save him.”

“This whole hot and cold thing towards him is making me very confused,” Stiles tells her.

Scott continues to rummage through his things as his other two friends just sit in their own separate chairs, arms crossed. Scott wants to save Derek, Stiles doesn’t, and Fallon is somewhere in the morally gray area. Normally, she would side with Scott, but today apparently isn’t the day.

Suddenly Scott’s head cocks to the side, his face visibly falling. Stiles and Fallon notice this, figuring he must be hearing something from outside. “What’s wrong?” Fallon asks him tentatively.

“My mom just got home from work,” he tells them dejectedly.

“Is she okay?” Stiles asks worriedly, sitting up straighter. Scott shakes his head. “What’s she doing?”

The werewolf slowly moves away from his desk, looking down at the ground sadly. “Crying,” he mumbles.

There’s a moment of silence shared between the three of them. None of them like to hear when Melissa is upset. Fallon stands up, walking over to put her hand on Scott’s back. “It’s not your fault, Scott,” she whispers.

The boy moves away from her touch as he goes to sit down on his bed. His frantic mood from mere seconds ago has completely vanished. Stiles sighs, trying to find the right words to comfort his friend. “Scott, you can’t protect everyone.”

Scott barely looks up at the two of them, “I have to.” He insists.

· · ────── ·𖥸· ────── · ·

Fallon walks into the school after her free period. She’s been spending most of her day with Allison, still paranoid about Derek’s warning/threat. She has lacrosse practice this afternoon with the boys and then afterwards she’s going shopping with Lydia and Allison. In her hand are two Starbucks cups, one of them containing Allison’s favorite beverage. She grunts when her phone buzzes and she pulls out the device.

It’s a message from Stiles, You’re gonna be in seventh period right?

Yeah. What’s up? She replies, setting the drinks down in her locker as sixth period hasn’t ended just yet.

I may or may not have forgotten to do the homework…

Fallon can’t help but smile even though she rolls her eyes. Gimme a sec. I’ll send them to you.

I literally love you more than life itself. Stiles texts overdramatically. Btw have you managed to get a hold of Derek? Scott’s asking.

I haven’t talked to Derek at all, no. Do you want me to try calling him again? She asks, hoping he tells her not to worry about it.

If you could, yeah.

She bites the inside of her cheek. Of course he wants her to. She fights off the urge to rip out her eyes and reluctantly plugs in Derek’s phone number. It rings as expected and goes directly to voicemail. Sometimes she thinks the number he gave her is fake. She’s skeptical that he even has a phone in the first place. His voicemail is also not set up, so after the female automated voice is done telling her to leave a message, she does just that.

“Hey, Derek. It’s me. Again. I know you’ve probably got your whole ‘brooding lone wolf’ thing going on right now, but maybe you could break that habit and actually pick up your phone for once. Just a thought.” She comments sarcastically, grabbing the homework for her next class that she can send to Stiles.

“Anyway, Scott, Stiles, and I have been trying to reach you because, surprise, Peter is getting even more psychotic than usual. Scott’s worried Peter’s going to come after Allison to find you, and, you know, we’re all kind of invested in keeping people alive. So, if you could let us know you’re not dead in a ditch somewhere, that’d be great.”

There’s a pause, and Fallon sighs, frustration creeping into her tone.

“Also, in case you forgot after your whole threat debacle thing the other night, Peter wants me to get close to the Argents. So, yeah, I’m working on that. I’m trying to cozy up to the family of hunters that, oh right, could kill us all at any moment. Just thought you should know since you’re the one who got me into this mess in the first place.”

Her voice softens a bit, though the passive-aggression remains. “Look, Derek… I get it. You’ve got your reasons for working with Peter. And I’m not thrilled about it, as you can probably tell. But… if you’re in over your head or if something’s wrong, you can’t just shut us out. I’m still trying to figure out why I even care, but—" Another pause. “Just… be careful, okay? Wherever you are. Call me back, please. I—”

She cuts herself off, frustrated with herself for caring so much. “Just… let me know you’re alive.”

The voicemail ends with a soft click.

She closes her eyes, sucking in a deep breath as she tries to shake off the emotions swirling inside of her. She readjusts her purple turtleneck, the bruises still pretty prominent. She doesn’t know how she’s going to hide them at lacrosse practice.

That’s when the bell finally rings and the brunette grabs the notebook she needs and her two coffees before bed-lining it towards Allison’s locker. By the time she gets there, Allison is just putting in her combination. Fallon smoothly slides up next to her, leaning on the locker door next to Allison’s holding up the drinks with a wide smile.

“I come bearing gifts.”

Allison turns to look at her and her eyes light up at the sight of caffeine. “You got me a coffee?” She asks brightly, not expecting the touching gesture.

“Of course I did,” Fallon grins, handing her the cup with her designated drink. “You’re my best girl friend. And I figured you could use a little bit of pick me up before dress shopping later with Lydia,” she giggles. “I don’t know how she does it, but she can genuinely walk through Macy’s for a solid six hours without breaking a sweat.”

Allison gratefully takes the drink, using her free arm to pull Fallon in for a hug. “You’re the best, seriously. You have no idea how much I appreciate this.” She takes a sip of her coffee, “I’ve been having a hard time sleeping, so…”

Fallon furrows her eyebrows, a concerned look taking over her face. “How come?”

Her lips form in a tight line but she just shakes her head. “Just a lot going on. I’m fine though, really.” She nods, but Fallon doesn’t believe a word that just came out of her mouth.

Fallon wants to push for more information, but doesn’t want to come across as overbearing. She feels a couple of eyes on her and briefly glances down the hallway. She sees Scott and Stiles peeking their heads around the corner, checking to make sure that Fallon is still glued to Allison’s side. Her two best friends think that she’s staying with Allison so Peter doesn’t try to take her, but she has her own reasons as well. She hasn’t told them about Derek or Peter’s threat, but she’s been trying to protect Allison while simultaneously getting dirt on her family.

Fallon sips her own latte before looking up at Allison, “So, are you going to the formal?” She asks curiously.

“I want to,” She admits. “Jackson asked me to go as friends the other day, but we haven’t really finished talking about it. And I know Lydia wants to go with some jock, but I don’t really wanna be a third wheel.”

“I wouldn’t either,” Fallon agrees. “I definitely don’t blame you.”

“Has anyone asked you?” Allison glances at her, turning from her locker for a moment.

Fallon nods slowly while rubbing the back of her neck, “Yeah, actually… Scott did.” Allison’s eyes shoot as wide as saucers which makes Fallon break out into a fit of laughter. She wanted to keep the charade up for a couple seconds longer, but her face was too priceless to hold back from. “I’m kidding. But someone did ask me. He’s actually the guy I sit next to in my creative writing class,” she admits shyly.

Allison shoots her a hopeful smile, “Be my date instead?” She asks with her gorgeous doe eyes.

Fallon huffs, feeling torn between saying yes to her gorgeous friend or to the cute guy in her writing class. She hasn’t gone out on a date pretty much ever. So the appeal of going with the guy who asked her is very strong. But she could never leave Allison hanging.

“Of course I’ll be your date,” Fallon grins. “Now we just gotta match our dress colors later today and it’ll be perfect.”

“Yes!” Allison claps. “Okay, this is going to be so much fun.”

Fallon’s eyes travel down the hallway once more, falling on her spastic best friend. “I know you said Lydia already decided to go with one of the guys on the lacrosse team, but… do you think we could convince her to ditch him for Stiles?” She asks with a small smirk. She watches as Scott leans over to whisper what Fallon had just done and Stiles begins to rapidly shake his head.

“Oh my gosh, wait, that would be perfect,” Allison smiles. “He would treat her so much better than the loser that asked her.” Allison goes to shut her locker so they can walk to their final class together, but Jackson sliding up to the empty space where her locker door was prevents them from going anywhere.

His eyes are wild and a bead of sweat drips down his forehead. He looks terrified and once Fallon sees Scott snickering from afar, she knows it was his doing. “Hey,” he greets anxiously. “What time should I pick you up for the dance tomorrow?”

Allison tilts her head curiously, but nonetheless smiles, “Are you okay?”

Jackson nods, despite his body trembling where he stands. He readjusts his backpack strap, feeling the need to fidget. “Yeah, I-I'm great! I'm just excited to go to the formal. With you. As friends. Just friends. Just-just friends.”

Allison nods in agreement which forces Jackson to walk away, mumbling something under his breath as he goes. She should’ve figured this would’ve been something Scott would do. He’s not allowed to be there, so the next best option of protection would be Jackson.

“Well, that solves the whole date debacle,” Fallon loops her arm through Allison’s.

“I’ll tell him no if you still want to go together,” Allison says seriously. “You come first.”

Fallon waves her off, “No, don’t worry about me. I want you to have fun, and if you want to go with Jackson, you should.”

“Then you should at least say yes to the guy in your class,” Allison persists. “That way you, me, and Lydia can all have dates.”

“You know what?” Fallon smiles giddily. “I think I will. I have his number so I could call him.”

“Do it!” Allison encourages with a nod. “Class can wait. This takes priority,” she bumps her side playfully.

“Okay, okay, I’m doing it.”

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Stiles stands at the Macy’s perfume counter which is near all the dress racks, smelling each and every bottle on display. Fallon watches with an amused look, shaking her head as he sneezes because of one of the particularly strong scents. He insisted on smelling the cheap, off-brand section before moving over to the more expensive ones. She told him not to even bother with the cheap stuff as Lydia would never wear it, but he was very persistent.

Fallon grabs Stiles wrist as he goes to spray one of the bottles in the air to smell it. She hands him one of the small papers designated for said purpose and he makes an ‘o’ shape with his mouth. He nods, spraying the bottle before sniffing it and cringing. He hacks loudly, “Okay, absolutely not. I’d kill you and then myself if you ever wore something like that.” He shakes his head. “I promise I’ll find you the perfect perfume for tomorrow,” he swears. “And for Lydia.” He picks up a strawberry shaped bottle. “Do you think she’ll like this one? It matches her hair.”

“Sti, I already told you,” Fallon giggles. “She’s not gonna like these ones. The better smelling ones are on the other side.”

“Okay, but I’m still not done with these,” he points to the wide array of colored bottles. “If you want me to get done quicker, maybe you should help a friend out and start sniffing for me,” he instructs, pointing to the other side.

Fallon huffs but doesn’t bother hiding the smile on her face as she goes to smell the more expensive perfumes. The girl bops her head along to the pop music playing throughout the retail store. She moves down the line of bottles, taking note of the ones she knows Lydia would like. Her and Allison have yet to get there. Fallon and Stiles wanted to get there a little bit early so she could help him pick out a suit and he could help her a bit with the dresses. She didn’t want to be completely clueless when Lydia and Allison got here. Unfortunately, Stiles was practically useless as every dress he pulled out for her was far too short and risqué for a school dance. He practically begged her to put on a green dress that barely went over her thighs and was completely backless.

Finally after what felt like forever, she found a small purple glass bottle. She sprayed a small bit of it and immediately fell in love with the scent. It smells like something a royal would wear. Lydia would love it. She holds it up, “What about this one?” She suggests. Stiles leans forward and smells it. He immediately nods his head in approval, sending her a thumbs up.

Right at that moment, the ladies of the hour come up the escalator. Fallon smiles as she runs over to Lydia and Allison, pulling them both on for a hug. Lydia looks slightly less thrilled than Allison, no doubt because the latter just revealed she would have to go to the dance with Stiles. She might be disappointed now, but Fallon knows Lydia will have the best time with him. Stiles is a great guy.

Soon enough, Lydia drags Stiles off towards the dress racks, immediately using him as her own personal hanger as she selects multitudes of different dresses. Fallon and Allison go off with each other, giggling as they jokingly hold up the most posh looking dresses to their bodies.

Lydia definitely has the most dresses chosen out of the three of them. Fallon has two draped over her arm and even then she’s not completely sold on either of them. She had some ideas of what she wanted, but so far she’s just grabbing what she thinks looks good. Her eyes are drawn to a light pink floor length gown, sparkles embroidered all around it with a slit on the side. She grabs it off the rack, a content feeling filling her chest. This is definitely the one.

She turns on her heel to show it to Allison, but the girl isn’t there. She must’ve gone off to find her own dress. Fallon moves through the racks and different people, trying to find her friend. She keeps her eye out for a head of luscious brown hair, but ends up being met with the icy blue stare of the exact person she didn’t want to see. Peter.

And he’s talking to Allison.

Fury and fear burns in Fallon’s gut as she marches over to where they’re standing. Allison is standing in front of a mirror, holding a dress in her hand as Peter’s predatory gaze beats down on her. When she stops, she pretty much puts herself in between Allison and the Alpha. A fake smile is plastered across her lips as she looks at her friend, “Everything okay here?”

Allison nods, nervously tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “Um, yeah. He was just helping me out finding colors that match my skin tone.”

“Yeah, I’m sure he was,” Fallon says rather aggressively, her eyes never leaving Peter’s.

The man simply smirks, sensing her uneasiness. But it does please him to see Fallon taking his threat seriously. “This is nice. Shopping for dresses with friends is always a good time. Let me guess, high school dance?” He quirks a brow, trying to act as if he’s some normal person making conversation.

“Formal,” Allison answers, still trying to be kind despite being uncomfortable.

Fallon grabs Allison’s hand, turning more defensive as Peter doesn’t seem to be grasping the hint. She’s here to protect Allison for Scott. That’s her priority right now. Peter can clearly see her trying to grow closer to the family, so he needs to take his leave. “Listen, I think we can handle this from here. I’m sure you have better things to do than question two teenage girls about dresses.”

Before he can retaliate with a response, a female voice echoes over the intercom, stopping the song that was playing throughout the store. “Attention shoppers... To the owner of a blue Mazda, license plate–”

Allison tenses as she looks at Fallon, “Did she just say a blue Mazda?”

Fallon ignores the announcement completely, keeping her eyes on Peter the entire time. He seems to revel in the attention, only smirking whenever he decides to meet her fiery gaze. She feels like a double agent. Fighting against Peter while also helping him get to the Argents. But as of right now, her only concern is making sure he doesn’t touch a hair on Allison’s head.

“–5768. Your car is being towed.”

“That’s my car!” Allison realizes before taking off towards the escalator to try and save her vehicle.

That leaves Fallon alone with Peter. Every part of her body is screaming at her to turn the other way, to simply walk in the other direction, or call out for Stiles. Just so that she’s not alone with him, but something about his eyes holds her in place and keeps her mouth shut. A fake smile etches its way onto his lips. He reaches forward, lightly caressing the dress on her arm. “While I do believe this will look absolutely exemplary on you… don’t you think there are more pressing matters to attend to than dress shopping?” He enunciates the last two words, running his slimy hand over the glittery fabric.

“You told me to get close to the Argents,” Fallon replies through her own tense smile as she pretends to be having a conversation with someone she likes to avoid suspicious looks from other customers. “That's what I’m doing.”

“Oh, no. No, no, no,” Peter chuckles. “You were already close with Allison long before this. As far as I can tell, this is just two friends spending time together,” his fake smile drops. “I want you to get close to all of them. Specifically her psychotic aunt.”

Fallon feels her breath catch, her heart pounding against her ribs. “Kate?” She echoes in almost disbelief. “How the hell do you expect me to do that? She’s not exactly approachable. I’ve been to Allison’s house a thousand times and I’ve had maybe one conversation with the woman.”

“Then make yourself useful and figure it out,” Peter responds coldly, closing the distance between them in one swift movement. “Find a way. Get into her good graces. Charm her, manipulate her, I don’t care. Just do it.”

Fallon swallows hard, her fingers gripping the fabric of the dress tighter as she feels the familiar chill of fear creeping up her spine. She’s trapped. She’s known for a while now that Peter has a plan for her, but this new directive feels more dangerous, more impossible.

“And if I don’t?” she whispers, her voice barely audible.

Peter’s sinister grin returns, his expression hardening as he steps even closer, his presence suffocating. He reaches out, yanking her closer to him so he can whisper . The threat is clear in his touch.

“Then I’ll have no choice but to take matters into my own hands,” he murmurs, his voice low and menacing. His eyes flicker to the quickening pulse on her wrist, his fingers tracing lightly along her skin. “You wouldn’t want me to bite you, Fallon. Not unless you’re prepared for what comes after.”

Her breath hitches, fear pooling in her chest as his words sink in. She knows he isn’t bluffing. Fallon has seen what Peter is capable of—felt his power firsthand. The idea of being bitten, of becoming one of them, terrifies her more than she can admit.

“I-I’m trying,” she stammers, barely able to maintain eye contact. “I just—Kate’s different. I don’t know how to get close to her.”

Peter’s voice is soft, but the danger laced within it is obvious. “Then you’d better discover how. Quickly.”

Fallon’s mind races, panic blooming in her chest as she searches for anything to say, any excuse that might buy her time. But the cold reality is settling in: she’s running out of options, and Peter knows it.

“You don’t have long,” he continues, his fingers sliding up from her wrist to rest on her shoulder, deceptively gentle. “Kate knows more than she lets on. If you can’t get information from her, I will—and I won’t be so polite about it.”

The threat hangs heavy in the air between them, and Fallon feels like she’s suffocating under the weight of it. “I don’t think I need to remind you what happens to those who fail me,” he says, his tone giving anyone who could be listening a fake sense of security. “You have until the dance to get me what I need, or consider that your last night as a human.”

The gravity of his words hits her like a punch to the gut, and Fallon feels a wave of cold fear wash over her. She can’t bring herself to say anything, her throat tight with the realization of just how deeply she’s caught in this web.

“I’ll… I’ll figure it out,” she whispers, her voice shaky, barely more than a breath. She hates the way it sounds—so small, so scared—but there’s nothing else she can do.

Peter gives her one last satisfied smirk before turning toward the door. “Good girl,” he says over his shoulder, the words dripping with condescension. “I knew you’d see things my way.”

And with that, he’s gone, leaving Fallon standing frozen in place, her pulse still racing, fear and dread twisting in her stomach.

“Oh, and tell Scott while I am impressed with his ingenuity… he can’t be everywhere all the time.” He starts to walk out towards the escalators, “It’s either you or Allison, and considering Scott’s track record when it comes to saving you or her. I’d be a little worried.”

· · ────── ·𖥸· ────── · ·

Fallon exhales shakily as she steps out of her vehicle and walks up to the Lahey residence. Issac originally was supposed to pick her up from her house for the dance, but his father forbade him from using the car under the impression that Issac was lying about having a date. Luckily, Michael was more than understanding and allowed Fallon to use his car for the night since he didn’t have to work. She would’ve taken her bike but figured it wouldn’t be best in such a long dress.

She knocks on the front door and is met with a muffled string of profanities before the door swings open. She immediately gets a whiff of the whiskey on the breath of who she assumes is Mr. Lahey. The man’s eyes widen when he sees Fallon standing in the doorway.

Peter was right, the dress looks absolutely exemplary on her. The pink shine compliments her perfectly, the light dusting of eye shadow matching the color of the dress. Her heels are only about an inch off the ground and completely white with no stains. She forwent putting on lipstick and stuck with a light layer of chapstick to give her lips a glossy shine. Her hair is left down and curled, small braids wrapping around the crown of her head to make her appear more elegant.

“Dad–” She hears Issac’s frustrated voice as he clambers towards the door. “I said I got it.”

“Yeah, well I got it too,” Mr. Lahey fires back with an unnecessary amount of aggression. His eyes fall back on the brunette at the door, an unsettling smile on his face. “I’m surprised you’re real. You sure he’s not making you go against your will? Or maybe he paid you for your services? Even then I don’t think he’d actually have the guts to pay for an escort.”

His laugh is almost like nails on a chalkboard. Issac’s face flushes red from embarrassment and anger. Fallon feels herself growing more irritated by this man’s behavior. That's his son, and not to mention, they just met and he basically already accused her of being paid to spend time with Issac.

“Thankfully I’m not an escort then,” She replies stiffly. “Your son was sweet enough to even ask me. He doesn’t need to pay me for my services. It’s a pleasure being able to call him my date.” Her tone is definitive and strong, leaving the man unable to argue with her or try to insult Issac.

“I don’t believe you,” Mr. Lahey says flatly, leaning against the doorframe. “Isaac never mentioned anything about a date, and he sure as hell didn’t ask me for permission to go.”

“Well, maybe that’s because he knows how you’d react,” Fallon snaps before she can stop herself. Her voice is sharp, frustration bubbling over. “He deserves to go out and have fun, just like everyone else. You don’t get to control him forever.”

Mr. Lahey’s eyes flash with anger, and he steps closer to her, his posture menacing. “Watch your mouth, girl. You don’t know anything about how I raise my son.”

“I know enough,” Fallon mutters under her breath, her hands clenching into fists at her sides.

Just then, the door opens a little wider, and Isaac tries to wriggle his way out of the house. He looks between his father and Fallon, clearly uncomfortable.

“Dad, let me go,” Isaac says, his voice quiet but firm. “I told you last week, I’m going to the dance.”

Mr. Lahey scoffs, turning to Isaac. “You’re not going anywhere,” he says, his voice dripping with disdain. “You think I’m going to let you leave with some… girl you probably had to beg to go with you?”

Isaac flinches at his father’s words, but Fallon steps forward, her protective instinct kicking in. “He didn’t have to beg me,” Fallon says sharply, glaring at Mr. Lahey. “And he’s going to the dance with me. Whether you approve of it or not.”

Mr. Lahey sneers, his eyes flicking between Isaac and Fallon. “You think you can just come into my house and tell me what my son is doing?” he growls, his voice low and dangerous.

Fallon doesn’t back down, her eyes locked on his. “No, but I do think Isaac deserves better than this,” she says, her voice steady. “And you know it. So I’m not telling you what your son is doing, I’m giving him the option because it’s his choice, not yours.”

Isaac’s dad takes a step toward her, but Isaac moves quickly, stepping in between them. “Dad, stop,” Isaac says, his voice shaking slightly. “I’m going with Fallon, and that’s it.”

There’s a tense silence, and for a moment, Fallon wonders if Mr. Lahey is going to lash out. But instead, he just sneers again, backing away slightly.

“Fine,” he spits. “Go ahead. But don’t come crying to me when you screw it up like everything else.”

Isaac winces, but he doesn’t respond. He just nods to Fallon, signaling that they should leave.

Fallon glares at Mr. Lahey one last time before turning on her heel and walking toward the car, Isaac following close behind. Once they’re outside, Fallon lets out a shaky breath, her heart still pounding in her chest.

“I’m sorry about that,” Isaac says quietly, his eyes downcast as they reach the car. “He’s not always like that… but when he gets mad…”

Fallon glances at him, her anger softening into something more protective. “You don’t have to apologize for him,” she says gently, opening the car door for him. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Isaac hesitates for a moment, then nods, giving her a small, grateful smile. He gets into the car, and Fallon follows, sliding into the driver’s seat.

As they drive away from the house, Fallon can’t shake the feeling of anger still bubbling inside her. She glances over at Isaac, who’s staring out the window, lost in thought.

“Hey,” she says softly, catching his attention. “You don’t deserve any of that. You know that, right?”

Isaac looks at her, surprised, but then he nods slowly. “Yeah,” he murmurs. “I guess I do.”

Fallon smiles, reaching over to squeeze his hand gently. “Good,” she says, her voice firm. “Because tonight, we’re going to have fun. No more thinking about him.”

Isaac manages a small smile, nodding again. “Fun sounds good,” he says, his voice lighter than before.

As they drive off toward the winter formal, Fallon glances back at Isaac’s house one last time, her jaw set. She knows this won’t be the last time they have to deal with his dad. But tonight, she’s going to make sure Isaac gets the chance to forget about all of that, even if it’s just for a few hours.

When they arrive at the school, Fallon ends up parking next to Stiles and Lydia who seem to have just arrived as well. She doesn’t even have the chance to open her door before Issac is rounding the car to do it for her. She smiles as he sticks out his hand for her to take. She jumps down, smoothing over her dress before leaning up to kiss his cheek.

“Thank you,” she smiles.

“Oh my gosh, Fallon!” Allison runs up to her. “That dress looks amazing on you,” she gushes while Jackson follows begrudgingly.

“Well, you look absolutely stunning,” Fallon compliments back. “Jackson’s lucky he got to take you,” she tries to lighten the expression on Jackson’s face, but he seems too busy brooding on his own. She clears her throat, pulling Issac forward, “And this is Issac, my date. He was sweet enough to take pity on me and ask so I didn’t have to go alone.” She jokes, nudging his side with her hip.

Issac fights off his own blush, rubbing the back of his neck, “I didn’t take pity,” he clarifies. “I actually wanted to ask you like a month ago but it took me a while to actually get myself to do it…” he admits.

Allison smiles at their cuteness, “That’s really sweet.”

Fallon leans into his side slightly, “Yeah, he is.” She loops her arm through his as Allison and Jackson start to head towards the gym. They follow after them, stopping to talk to Lydia and Stiles while Jackson rudely brushes past them.

“Jackson… you look handsome,” Lydia compliments politely.

The blonde smirks, barely even addressing his ex-girlfriend. “Obviously,” he says smugly. “It’s Hugo Boss.” He wraps his arm around Allison before reluctantly escorting her into the school.

Lydia bites the inside of her cheek, looking up at the sky, “I don't care. I don't want compliments. I will not fall prey to society's desire to turn girls into emotional, insecure neurotics who pull up their dresses at the first flattering remark…”

Stiles’ eyes soften as he looks at the short strawberry blonde next to him. “Well, I think you look beautiful,” he tells her genuinely.

Lydia looks up at him, a faint smile covering her cherry red lips. It’s almost like she’s never gotten a compliment that meant so much. “Really?” She asks gently. Stiles simply sticks his arm out for her to take, and she does. She loops hers through his before the two of them start strutting towards the school.

Fallon grins as she watches her friend get a date with his dream girl. Her own arm is still laced with Issac’s. The curly haired boy gets a small surge of confidence, lacing their fingers together which catches her attention. “Y’know you look beautiful too, right?” He tells her, a bit nervous. “I know I haven’t said it until now, but you do look stunning.”

His compliment goes straight to her cheeks. She can’t fight off the small giggle that leaves her lips. “You look pretty handsome yourself,” she says smoothly, messing with his jacket.

“You ready to head in there?” He asks, gesturing over to the blasting music and bright, colorful lights. Shouts of joy are heard from the gym, their fellow peers already starting to enjoy the night's festivities.

“I am if you are,” she replies.

Issac pulls her closer to him before the duo heads into the school. Their eyes widen as they take in the area that once was their high school gym. Whoever is on the dance committee really outdid themselves. The decorations look amazing. While the strobe lights are a bit much, it does add a bit more of a party feel.

Although she has a great date and plans on having a good night, there's still a bit of fear lingering in the back of her mind. She hasn’t even had a chance to talk to Kate. After dress shopping, Fallon spent the night over at Allison’s house in hopes of getting some information from her aunt, but the woman never came home. Peter told her she had until tonight to deliver results, and she has nothing.

“You want some punch?” Issac asks her, his voice raised so she can hear him over the thumping music.

Fallon nods her head, “We should probably get some before Jackson and the rest of the lacrosse guys spike it,” she says, making Issac laugh.

The two head over to the refreshments table, Issac politely grabbing two cups while Fallon gets a plate, filling it with snacks for them to share. Stiles waves the duo over to his and Lydia’s table, causing Fallon to playfully roll her eyes at his inability to talk to women without her present. She places a cookie in Issac’s mouth as they travel over to the table. Fallon takes the seat closest to Lydia, Issac pulling it out of her before taking the chair next to Fallon.

Issac and Fallon have their own hushed conversation as Stiles stares longingly at the dance floor. He wants more than anything to dance with Lydia. Just a chance to get her attention off of Jackson and onto him. Issac tosses a grape into the air, Fallon catching it with her mouth. The two of them cheer obnoxiously making Stiles’ frown more prominent. He doesn’t understand how the two of them can make sitting at a table so entertaining.

He’s slightly jealous by how easy Fallon makes things look. Issac has never been the type of guy to be outgoing or bold, but sitting here with Fallon, no one would be able to tell. Hell, most people forget that the curly haired blonde is even on the lacrosse team. He doesn’t go to parties or school events, yet with her he looks like one of the most popular guys in school. It irritates Stiles to no end that Fallon can do that for Issac but he himself can’t even ask Lydia to dance with him.

Stiles bites his tongue, his leg bouncing up and down. “Screw it,” he mumbles. He turns his head to Lydia, sticking his hand out towards her. “You wanna dance?”

Lydia twirls her hair around her finger, sending him an uninterested smile. “Pass,” she turns him down snidely.

Stiles clenches his jaw, rolling his head back and forth. He stands up from his chair, leaning onto the table to show that he means business. Fallon watches with an amused grin, not used to seeing Stiles take charge. “You know what? Let me try that again-- Lydia, get off your cute little ass and dance with me now.”

Lydia smacks her lips together, pretending like she’s thinking about it. “Interesting tactic,” she hums. “I’m gonna stick with no.”

“Lydia, get up, okay?!” Stiles demands exasperatedly. “You're gonna dance with me. I don't care that you made out with my best friend for some weird power thing. I don't–” Fallon shakes her head, silently saying that is not the route to go to convince her to dance. He sighs, knowing she’s right so he switches gears.

“Lydia, I've had a crush on you since the third grade... And I know that somewhere inside that cold, lifeless exterior, there's an actual human soul. And I'm also pretty sure that I'm the only one who knows how smart you really are. Uh-huh. And that once you're done pretending to be a nit-wit, you'll eventually go off and write some insane mathematical theorem that wins you the Nobel Prize.”

Lydia looks down, a small blush appearing on her cheeks. No one has ever paid that much attention to her before. Or taken the time to notice who she really is. “A Fields Metal,” she corrects him quietly.

Stiles shakes his head, “… What?” He asks, confused.

She stands up, dusting off the imaginary dust on her dress. She takes a step towards him, “Nobel doesn’t have a prize for mathematics. The Fields Medal is the one I’ll be winning,” she states matter-of-factly before pulling Stiles out onto the dance floor. He sticks his hand in the air, quietly celebrating his win.

Fallon chuckles, popping a piece of fruit in her mouth. She watches the teens around her dance to the upbeat music until Issac suddenly stands from his seat. He looks down at her causing her heartbeat to quicken. He offers his hand out to her, “I don’t exactly have a big speech like that to make you swoon or anything… but uh– would you maybe wanna dance with me?”

Fallon places her hand in his with a small smack, pulling herself out of the chair. “I thought you’d never ask.”

The beat of the song is infectious, the kind that makes it impossible to stand still, and Fallon wastes no time throwing herself into the music. She starts moving to the rhythm, her energy vibrant and carefree.

Isaac, on the other hand, is a little more reserved. He sways awkwardly, trying to keep up with the fast tempo but clearly not as confident. Fallon grins at him, shaking her head in mock exasperation.

“Seriously, Isaac? You can’t just stand there like a statue. Have some fun!” she calls over the music.

Isaac chuckles nervously, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t really know how to... I mean...”

Fallon isn’t having it. She grabs both of his hands this time, spinning him around before letting go. Isaac stumbles slightly but starts laughing, the awkwardness slowly melting away. Fallon’s infectious energy draws him in, and soon enough, he’s attempting to dance with her.

“There you go!” Fallon shouts, grinning wide as Isaac loosens up.

Isaac shakes his head, laughing. “You’re relentless, you know that?”

“You’ll thank me later,” Fallon retorts, spinning in place and throwing her hands up to the beat. “Now just follow my lead!”

Isaac does his best, moving a little more freely now, though his dancing is still a bit hesitant. Fallon doesn’t mind—she’s just happy he’s finally getting into it. They start to dance together, not caring if they look ridiculous, laughing as they mimic the other students’ more over-the-top moves.

At one point, Fallon twirls around and nearly bumps into Isaac. He catches her by the wrist, pulling her back into the rhythm of the dance. Their eyes meet, and for a second, Fallon can see the genuine smile on Isaac’s face—something that makes her heart swell a little.

“You’re not so bad at this,” Fallon says teasingly, swaying to the fast beat, her hair bouncing along with the music.

Isaac grins, his confidence slowly building. “You’re just saying that because you’re stuck with me for the rest of the night.”

Fallon rolls her eyes and spins around again, this time pulling Isaac with her. “I picked you, Lahey. Get used to it!”

They continue to dance, their movements syncing up as they get more comfortable. Fallon’s laughter fills the air, and Isaac’s initial awkwardness is completely gone, replaced by a kind of carefree fun that Fallon rarely sees in him.

At one point, Isaac takes a bold step and spins Fallon around, catching her slightly off guard. She stumbles for a second but quickly recovers, bursting out laughing. “Whoa! Look at you, showing off!”

Isaac shrugs, smirking. “Guess I’m a fast learner.”

“Oh, you think you’re hot stuff now?” Fallon teases, stepping closer to him and raising an eyebrow.

Isaac chuckles, his eyes gleaming with newfound confidence. “Maybe a little.”

They continue dancing, the fast song driving their energy higher and higher. Fallon can’t help but feel completely alive in this moment, surrounded by flashing lights, laughter, and the thumping beat of the music. And Isaac—he’s right there with her, laughing, moving, and just... being himself.

As the song reaches its climax, Fallon grabs Isaac’s hand and raises it in the air, twirling underneath it one last time. She lands back in front of him, slightly breathless but grinning ear to ear. Isaac is laughing, too, his eyes bright with excitement.

“Okay, okay,” Isaac says, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “I admit it, this was a good idea.”

Fallon flashes him a playful grin, stepping closer and playfully shoving him on the shoulder. “Told you. Now you just need to loosen up more often.”

Isaac shakes his head, still smiling. “I’ll work on it.”

Fallon smirks, giving him a playful wink. “Good. Because I’m not letting you sit out on any more fast songs tonight.”

Isaac groans, but there’s no hiding the smile on his face. “Deal.”

A few more songs pass, the two of them enjoying the dance floor a little too much. It gets to the point where other couples start surrounding them, cheering on their eccentric behavior. It makes Fallon smile to see Issac not care what everyone else thinks. In class he’s usually pretty shy, doesn’t say much unless he’s asked to. That’s why she was so surprised when he asked her to the dance. But, of course, she could never say no. She’d be crazy if she did. It's just nice seeing him let loose like this, despite his father, his social anxiety, all of it. He’s a really sweet guy and deserves to have a good night.

“McCall!” Coach Finstock’s voice reverberates around the gym causing most heads to turn to him. Fallon internally facepalms. She hoped Scott would at least be able to last an hour without being seen, but that was clearly an unreasonable expectation. “I see you!”

Fallon leans into Issac’s chest, hiding her laughter as Coach shoves through some students to get to Scott. He looks tucked. Scott darts through the auditorium with wide eyes, trying to find a way to escape being kicked out. “Come here, buddy! Come here!”

“McCall! It's a small gym, buddy!” The raven haired man points aggressively at Scott who is still evading his wrath. “I'm gonna find you! I gotcha, McCall! Come here, come here! Get outta my way!” he shoves two dancing students to the side. “McCall!”

Fallon’s jaw drops when she watches Scott frantically run up to Danny. He gesticulates wildly before pulling the goalie up from his chair and wrapping his arms around his neck. He forces Danny to sway back and forth making Fallon cover her mouth with her hand. Issac simply watches with amused eyes while everyone else looks at the scene unfolding with concern.

“McCall! You're not supposed to–” Coach pauses when he realizes who Scott is dancing with. “What the hell are you do– What the hell are you doing?” He asks, flabbergasted.

Scott bats his eyelashes with an innocent smile, “Yes, Coach?”

Coach feels the eyes of every person in the gym on him. He suddenly realizes what this situation could be interpreted as and immediately tries to correct it. “Okay, ho-ho-ho, ha-ha. Hold on, you– I was just saying he's not supposed to– I mean, I wasn't saying that he shouldn't-- You guys don't think– You don't– I-I was–” He throws his hands up, giving up on trying to explain himself. “Just dance, everybody! Just dance! Dance! It's a party!”

Fallon shakes her head as Coach disappears into the crowd, not missing a chance to yell something at Greenberg. Scott lets go of Danny, letting the poor boy return to his own date. Scott walks right over to Allison who greets him with a bright smile and the two begin to dance to the slow song that comes on.

She sighs, taking a step closer to Issac so she can wrap her arms around his neck. He eases his hands onto her waist, the two of them lazily swaying back and forth to the song. She grins up at him, “Thanks for taking me tonight. I’m having a lot of fun.”

“Thanks for saying yes,” he counters. “I probably wouldn’t have come if you didn’t.” He twirls her underneath his arm and pulls her back into him.

Fallon leans her head onto his chest, “Well, I would’ve ended up being a fifth wheel, so I really appreciate you saving my ass from that.” She giggles softly.

“Think of it as payment for you saving me from my dad,” Issac replies gently. “The least I could do after what you did for me back there.”

“Y’know… if you ever need another place to stay, just to get away from your dad for a bit, you could always come to my place,” she suggests kindly. “My dad and I have a spare bedroom, and I know he’d be okay with it if he knew you needed it. He lets Stiles and Scott sleep there all the time.”

He sucks in a deep breath, “No, it’s okay,” he says unsurely. “I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

“You’re not asking,” Fallon counters. “I’m offering. I’d feel much better if I knew you were in a safe environment at least some of the time.”

Issac sees nothing but genuineness in her eyes. He knows his father would never allow him, but maybe that’s the point. This could be his potential escape. “Okay…” he mumbles with a nod. “If I need it, I’ll call you.”

Fallon can take that, “Okay,” she agrees.

Another slow song comes on, allowing her and Issac to simply dance in silence. He rests his chin on her head as she keeps her head on his chest. She closes her eyes, relaxing into his warmth. It’s nice having a normal night. Being here almost makes her forget about Peter's threat.

She opens her eyes momentarily and immediately frowns. She watches as Lydia walks away from Stiles, leaving her buzz cut best friend with a dejected expression. The strawberry blonde walks out of the gym, making Fallon tilt her head out of curiosity.

“Hey… do you mind if we go check on Stiles?” She asks Issac kindly. “Lydia just walked away from him and he looks pretty beat up about it.”

“Yeah,” Issac nods. “Let’s go.” He takes her hand in his before walking over to the table where Stiles just sat down at. Issac sits down next to Fallon while she sits next to Stiles.

“What just happened?” Fallon asks curiously. “You guys seemed all up close and cozy up there. Where’d she go?”

“Went to look for Jackson,” he grumbles irritatedly, slumping down in his chair. “I should’ve expected she would.”

Fallon’s mouth is agape, “And you just let her go? By herself?” She flicks his forehead. “You could’ve gone with her, stupid.”

“And witness her try to win him back?” Stiles scoffs sarcastically. “I’ll pass.”

“Okay, but what if she can’t find him?” Fallon brings up. “It’s probably not a good idea to let her wander around the school at night by herself. Doesn’t exactly go great for us when we do that,” she mutters the last part.

“She doesn’t want me to go after her,” Stiles says, his confidence shot. “She’ll just call me annoying and tell me to go away.”

Sympathy fills Fallon’s veins. Lydia is literally the love of his life and she can tell how upset he is by her leaving. He doesn’t blame her though. Lydia loves Jackson. She can’t turn that off just because she’s having a nice time with Stiles.

Fallon sighs, “You’re not annoying, Sti,” she squeezes his knee reassuringly. “You have no idea how much tonight probably meant for her.” She smiles at him, standing up from her chair. “I’m gonna go see if I can find her, okay?” She glances up at Isaac, a teasing grin on her face. “If you wanna finish the song out boys, I’d love to get a photo of you dancing with each other.” She pats Stiles’ shoulder. “Issac’s a really good dancer by the way. I think you’d like it.” She shouts to them before walking out of the gym.

The brunette girl takes a step out into the quiet hallway and feels instantly refreshed. She didn’t realize how sweaty and suffocating it was in the gym until now. She brushes a strand of hair behind her ear, looking around the hallway and peeking into unlocked classrooms. They have teachers patrolling the halls so they wouldn’t have been able to go upstairs.

She keeps an eye out for either Jackson or Lydia, in hopes if she finds one, she’ll find the other. She huffs, crossing her arms over her chest as she takes a step outside. She left her jacket in the car, feeling the slight urge to go and grab it, but she doesn’t. She keeps her head on a swivel, “Lydia?” She calls out.

The night air is crisp, the stars shining brightly overhead. It’s eerily quiet as she walks around the outside of the campus. She would’ve assumed there would be more teens fraternizing in their cars, but it doesn’t look like there’s anyone. It’s completely deserted. The moon illuminates her body, her white shoes shining under the glow. Even her dress sparkles underneath the natural lighting. She normally would stop and admire the environment around her, but her mind is too preoccupied with being worried about Lydia.

She rounds the corner of the building and over to the lacrosse field. That’s when she finally hears Lydia’s confused voice. “Jackson?” She yells out into the darkness. “Jackson?!”

“Lydia!” Fallon calls out to the girl, taking off her heels before beginning her trek into the field. She didn’t want to ruin a perfectly good pair of shoes on the freshly watered grass.

Lydia stops, tilting her head as Fallon grows closer. Once she reaches her side in the center of the field she furrows her eyebrows, “What are you doing here?” Lydia asks.

“Stiles told me you came out here alone to look for Jackson,” Fallon explains. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Suddenly the lights to the field turn on one by one. The girls freeze, panic striking them from the top of their heads to the soles of their feet. Lydia grips Fallon’s hand tightly, the brunette not protesting the contact. Something doesn’t feel right. Her heart thumps against her ribcage, neither of them being able to see past the blinding lights.

“Jackson? Is that you?” Lydia says, walking them slightly closer. That’s when Fallon sees it. Someone’s walking towards them from the woods behind the field. She can’t quite make out who it is, but something inside of her is saying that it’s not Jackson.

“Lyds,” Fallon tugs her arm, trying to move further away. “I think we should head back…”

“Jackson!” She tries again. “Is that you?” She narrows her eyes, her voice fading as the person grows closer.

Fallon’s breath catches in her throat as she gets a small glimpse of who is barrelling towards them, “Peter,” she whimpers.

“FALLON! LYDIA! RUN!” Stiles’ voice carries over the empty field, the boy shouting at the top of his lungs as he runs as fast as he can towards the two. He has to save them.

By the time they turn back around, Peter is too close to escape from. Fallon screams in horror as he attacks Lydia, rendering her unconscious. She tries to run, but her world fades into black as a sudden pain surges through her side. Her eyes slide shut, eyelashes fluttering as her body collides with the floor. Blood leaks from her side, Peter kneeling menacingly above both her and Lydia’s bodies.

Stiles falls to his knees, body trembling as he sees the torn up state the two most important women in his life are in. “Don't kill them…” he pleads, completely terrified. “Please…”

Blood drips down from the corner of Peter’s mouth. He looks up with a fake kindness, “ Of course not,” he says as if he isn’t slowly letting them bleed out beneath him. “Just tell me how to find Derek.” He states.

“W-what?” Stiles stutters, not understanding how he would know that.

“Well, since Fallon here failed at getting close to the Argents, I don’t have a connection to help me find my nephew,” Peter pouts. “So Stiles…. Tell me how to find Derek Hale.”

Stiles scoffs, his eyes flashing down to Fallon who seems to be bleeding a lot more profusely than Lydia. “I don’t know that,” he says fearfully. “How would I know that?”

“Because you're the clever one, aren't you?” Peter asks rhetorically, setting his hand dangerously close to Fallon’s bite mark. “And because deception has a particularly acrid scent, Stiles.” He leans forward making Stiles shake even more, “Tell me the truth…” he glances down, “or I will rip them apart.”

Tears start to well up being Stiles’ eyes. He can’t watch them die. He can’t sit here and watch his best friend die. “Look-look, I don't know, okay? I sw-swear to God, I have no idea

“TELL ME!” Peter growls loudly, his voice deepening a few octaves, making the ground shake beneath them.

Stiles winces, wracking his brain for information quickly, “Okay, okay, okay, look... I-I think he knew–” His voice cracks as he tries to calm his breathing.

“Knew what?” Peter questions impatiently.

”Derek,” Stiles elaborates as best as he can. “I think he... I think he knew he was gonna be caught.”

“By the Argents?” Peter clarifies, his claws still tracing the gaping wound in Fallon’s skin.

“Yeah…” He nods with begging eyes, silently praying that he leaves the girls alone.

Peter continues fishing, needing more information. He can tell Stiles is holding something back. “And?” He gestures for the boy to continue.

“When they were shot, he and Scott-- I think he took Scott's phone,” Stiles finds the courage to make eye contact.

The older man creases his eyebrows, “Why?”

“They all have GPS now. So, if he still has it, and if it's still on... you can find him.”

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@iamaslytherin0 @famousrunaway1329 @avengersheart @random-fangirl003 @mysticliars-blog1

[jellieland]

This is somewhat inspired by some of the fics @theminecraftbee has written.

---

Two figures watch, from a nebulous nowhere, as Scar stands, alone, in the remains of his destroyed shop.

"I'm sorry," he says, mournfully, to no one.

"You Know," says the first figure, "I Really Wasn't Convinced When You Pitched This One."

Scar does not react. He cannot hear them.

"Yes," says the second, with an air of long-suffering patience. "I Do Know. You Were Very Vocal About It."

"...I really wanted to try and make some friends, this time." Scar, simultaneously right in front of them and a great distance away, sighs and looks up at the sky. "Oh, well. Nothing to be done about it now!"

"I Have Come Around To It," says the first.

"Good," says the second. "I Knew You Would."

They watch Scar start to sort through the mess.

"They Forget They Have A Choice," says the first. "It Is Fascinating."

They move on.

The move on to ash.

Skizz and Tango and Bigb stand right in the thick of it, quiet.

"You try to do one nice thing," says Skizz.

His hands curl into fists. He glares at the smoldering remains of the heart in front of him.

"You try to do ONE nice thing!" he yells, and punches one of the last remaining bits of wood.

Brittle from the fire, it breaks.

"Yeah, well! I guess this is why we don't," says Tango, resigned.

"It was always gonna happen eventually," says Bigb, voice level.

"They Always Try," says the first. "They Always Keep Trying."

"Yes," says the second. "They Chase Each Other In Circles Until All Of Them Are Dead. They Give Themselves Their Own Tasks."

"That Is Not What I Meant," says the first. "But That Is Also True."

They watch the three members of the Heart Foundation stand, for a while, in silence.

And they move on.

They move over to the mesa.

Martyn is standing inside his house, that used to be Jimmy's house too, facing the three chests on the wall labelled "TIMMY", "MUMBO" and "MARTYN".

He is talking animatedly, and gesturing. "-and I kept trying to get them to follow me there, but nobody was taking the bait. Honestly, you guys would've laughed at me. But it-"

They let the rambling fade into the background.

"A Good Dog," says the first.

"Yes," says the second. "He Does As He Is Told."

"-and I've honestly been feeling a bit left out today, isn't that funny? But- Bdubs said, he said he would join me next week, so-"

They move on.

They move to the cobblestone castle, in the side of the hill.

Grian is cooing over a small magma cube named Etho's Dishwasher.

Cleo and Etho are leaning against the staircase watching him.

"Are you both alright?" asks Cleo.

"Sure, I'm fine," says Etho.

"Me?" says Grian, turning around. "Oh, I'm good, I was being a total coward. I just hung around at the top of that tower by the Secret Keeper for ages and none of them ever thought to look up."

"Really?" asks Cleo, amused. "Some of them I would expect that of, but I'd think Gem would be a bit more on the ball."

"Well, apparently not," says Grian.

He turns back to the magma cube, and they settle into quiet.

"I Would Have Expected More Of The Alliances To Have Fallen Apart, By Now," says the first.

"Loyalty Is At Its Most Interesting When It Is Stretched," says the second. "These Three Know It Will Never Last. They Know That All Of Them Are Aware Of This. That Is Why They Are Still Here. They Know How Much They Can Care Without It Being A Lie. And Then Privately, They Care More Than That Anyway."

Eventually, Etho sighs. He looks tired.

He glances from Cleo, to Grian, and back, and after a moment of hesitation, speaks. "I, uh. I'm glad you two survived." He shifts awkwardly, and continues before they can respond. "I thought they were going to try and make me kill you, at one point, and- Grian, I don't know if you know this, but Cleo is scary when she's getting revenge. I did not want to have to worry about that."

Cleo laughs, slightly, and gives Etho a look of the deepest affection. "Well, I did die, is the thing, so thanks for reminding me of that."

"No, no, you knew what I meant! See, Grian? See what it's like?"

"Uh huh," says Grian, raising an eyebrow. "Well, thanks for not killing us."

Cleo frowns at him, suddenly curious. "Grian?" they ask. "Are you the only one who didn't die today?"

Grian opens his mouth, then stops to consider it.

"Or- no, wait. Martyn." says Cleo. "Well. Well done either way."

They watch the trio for a little longer, and then they move on.

They move to Scott.

He is alone, in a forest somewhere.

He is leant up against a cliff face, staring down at the floor.

"None Of Them Even Died, This Time," says the first. "Not Permanently."

"No," says the second. "It Was Controlled. Directed. There To Even The Playing Field. We Can Just Ask Them To Do That, Now, And They Will."

Scott draws his knees up to his chest, and rests his head on his arms.

He doesn't move, or shout, or cry.

He just stays there, quiet.

Eventually, they move on.

They move to the Secret Keeper.

Gem is standing there.

She is looking at it.

"If She Had Decided To Fail At The Start," says the first, "She Most Likely Would Have Lived. She Lost So Much More, Taking Things From Other People, Than The Nothing She Would Have Lost In Failure."

"Yes," says the second. "That Is My Favourite Part."

They watch her.

"Anyway," says the second, "She Would Not Do That."

"She Wouldn't?" asks the first.

"No," says the second. "She Understands Why It Is My Favourite Part."

Gem smiles.

"Thank you!" she says to the Secret Keeper. "That was a lot of fun!"

"You Are Welcome," says the second.

Blood on her hands, Gem turns and leaves, grin as bright as the sun.

They watch her go.

[prism-empurress]

Sharp Teeth

Birthday boy @starrucca wanted a oneshot of his Frinorca kissing Isabeau...so I whipped this up for him! He gave me a thumbs up. Plot; a bored Frinorca wants attention, so they get Bonnie to teach them how to talk like a human. Isabeau shows up. ---

Just before the sun came up, the beautiful orca boredly blew bubbles underneath the water’s surface. Isabeau was nice enough to put sand, fake underwater plantlife, and other items fit for an aquarium into Siffrin’s bath tub, which they did appreciate… But something was missing. Siffrin popped their head from the water’s surface, and whined out loud for any crumb of attention. It was a pleasant sounding whine, not like a tea kettle, but more like an ethereal whistle. But nobody came. Was everybody busy? They frowned, and cleared their throat. Whining and whistling even louder. They threw in some squeaks, and briefly thought about pretending to hurt themself...however, the last time he did that, he got lectured by Odile. Quite heavily, too. Grumbling, they pushed that past lecture aside, and rested their head on their arms which were leaning on top of the wall of the bathtub. Such soul crushing loneliness. He wanted to cry. Siffrin groaned, repositioning himself and making a splash onto the bathroom floor. That was sure to get some attention! But nobody came. Frowning, Siffrin tried to emulate the human’s vocalizations; to mimic their speech. “Bwwwooohhh…” They sounded it out loud. “Bwwwooooonn….? Boooooon….?” This took a lot of effort to make. “Booooonniiieee…?” Eventually came out after multiple tries. Curiously, the face of the kid poked their head into the bathroom. “Hey, Frin. Did you say my name just now? ‘Bonnie’?” They asked, staring in awe at the orca friend. Siffrin nodded, and gestured for Bonnie to come closer. Bonnie curiously stepped forward, and softly reached to pet Siffrin’s soft hair. Siffrin jumped a bit at the sudden contact, but leaned into the pets after, trilling and chirping. Finally, attention!

“I guess you CAN learn to speak, Frin.” Bonnie smiled, scooping up a handful of water and splashing Siffrin with it playfully. Siffrin retaliated by inhaling some water, and squirted it at Bonnie like a squirtgun. “Heyyy!” Bonnie laughed. “I’m not a plant! I don’t need watering.” “Plaaah…” Siffrin tried to speak out, but gave up and pulled out a fake waterlily from the tub, showing it to the kid. “Plaaaant?” Bonnie tilted their head, furrowing their brow. They scratched the back of their neck, wondering what Siffrin was trying to say. Suddenly, a lightbulb went off.

“I know! I can teach you how to speak like us humans! I’ll be right back, okay?” Bonnie gave Siffrin a loving face pat, but Siffrin grabbed their arm, frowning. “Pleeeeees.” Siffrin begged, trying really hard to form human words. “Staaaaaaay?” “I won;’t be gone forever, Frin!” Bonnie smiled. “I’m just gonna get you some cards with words on them!”

Siffrin groaned dramatically, refusing to let go. They gave Bonnie a pitiful look, quivering their lip. “Uhhmm…” Bonnie looked around the bathroom, “Okay, I guess we won’t need cards. I can just teach you some words for stuff that’s already in here!”

A couple hours passed with Bonnie teaching Siffrin how to say a variety of words. Words like coral, leaf, happy, sad, everybody’s names, and various kinds of fish. Siffrin couldn’t quite pronounce words with a lot of syllables in them yet, but managed to make his own words for them by shortening the big ones. “What’s this called?” Bonnie asked, holding up a tube of toothpaste. Siffrin cleared his throat, “Toooooothpaaaaste.” “Good job, Frin! Soon we can hold conversations with you! You mentioned before you didn’t like the chart that Mirabelle made for you.” Bonnie glanced at the chart behind the tub, filled with phrases and fitting pictures, such as a person rubbing their stomach on top of the word ‘hungry’. Siffrin smiled wide, “Thaaaanks Boooonnieeeee.” “Yoooooou’re weeeelcoooome!” Bonnie said, making their voice deep like a whale’s. They both laughed together at that.

Isabeau walked into the bathroom, nearly slipping on the slick tiles. But he grabbed the rail where towels were hanging off of for balance. “What’cha doing here, Bonbon?” Isabeau asked, taking a towel down and putting it onto the puddle on the floor. “Frin was lonely, so I was teaching them how to say human words!” Bonnie smiled. “Frin, say something!” Siffrin locked eyes with Isabeau, and blushed… they sunk their head underneath the water. “Frin it’s okay!” Bonnie said, a bit worried. Bubbles rose to the surface, but eventually Siffrin resurfaced. He was holding the fake waterlily from earlier, and offered it to Isabeau. “Plaaaant!” They said proudly. “You already know how to say that one!” Bonnie pouted. “Say something new!”

Siffrin looked at Isabeau again, who was quietly laughing to himself. They really wanted to impress him, somehow.

“IIII….” Siffrin stammered. “It’s okay, Frin.” Bonnie said. “Take your time.” Siffrin pointed at Isabeau with determination. “IIIIIbaaaabooohhh!!” They said, sounding it out very carefully. Isabeau’s eyes lit up, “Hey, that’s almost my name! Great job, Sif!” “IIIbaaaboooh!” Siffrin repeated, making happy trills, “IIIbaaaboooh!!” “Okay, yeah.” Isabeau laughed, “You can call me Ibabo if you want!”

“What do you call Bonnie?” He asked. “Boooonnniieeee.” Siffrin trilled. “What about Mira?” “Miiiiirrraaa!” Siffrin trumpeted, swishing his giant tail around. “Woah, easy!” Isabeau mopped up more bathwater that flew out. “Okay, how about Madame Odile?” “Oohhh…” Siffrin hesitated, “Ohdeeeeel?” “Very good, Siffrin!” Isabeau patted him on the back, “That must’ve taken you a long time to sound out!” “He picked up on it pretty quickly, Za. He seems to struggle with vobels a lot.” Bonnie said. “Vowels?” Isabeau asked. “Yeah, those.” They replied. “Well hey that’s what I call progress!” Isabeau beamed at his orca friend. “Now, how about some food?” Siffrin nodded, pleased with himself that he made human sounds, but before either Isabeau or Bonnie could leave.. He grabbed Isabeau’s arm. “Boooooored!” Siffrin whined. “Biiiig boooored!”

Isabeau pursed his lips, trying to think. He looked around the bathroom, noting how small it was. Thankfully Siffrin shrunk himself to be human sized, but still, it was a pretty boring place to be. “Well I know you like singing…” Isabeau pondered out loud, “Oh! Why don’t I teach you how to use an instrument?” “Iiiinsss...inruuumeeennn?” Siffrin tried to pronounce that word but failed. “Yeah!” Isabeau nodded, holding out a darkless plastic flute. “How about this? It’s not a real flute, but...it still makes sounds. I bet you could still make music with this!”

Isabeau demonstrated by putting the mouthpiece between his lips and blowing. What came out...was an okay sound, given the material. Siffrin eagerly reached for it, and mimicked Isabeau, fluting out multiple notes in a row. “There you go!” Isabeau chortled, “Just like that! Who knows? Maybe you can even make your own song.” “We could form a band.” Bonnie snickered. “Make our own sea shanties!”

Siffrin continued fluting proudly, greatly amused by the almost music like sounds that came out of the cheap shitty plastic flute. It made them laugh, too! “Try to keep it out of the water, though.” Isabeau said. “Or else it’ll sound weird. But, again, it’s plastic, so it’s easily replaceable!” Siffrin was overjoyed, making multiple splashes in the tub. Isabeau had to lay down a couple more towels. As they glanced at Isabeau in the morning light...he looked absolutely beautiful. More precious than pearls. Their stomach fluttered, their face was hot. They really wanted to hold him. So… They wrapped both arms around Isabeau, pulling him into a tight hug. “Woah! Is this how you say ‘thank you’?” Isabeau chuckled nervously. “Nooooh…” Siffrin said quietly, burrowing their head into his chest and taking in his warmth and scent. Isabeau lovingly patted Siffrin’s head. “Let me go, now. I have to make breakfast.” He said. Siffrin shook their head at him. They slowly lifted their head up...snaking their hands up to hold his face, and…

As much as Siffrin needs to practice human speech, they need to practice how humans kiss. Their kiss used too many teeth, making Isabeau’s lip bleed. Isabeau was taken utterly by surprise. But he didn’t shove them away or anything. He did jump a bit at his flesh being punctured, though. “Ew…” Bonnie squinted, “That’s gross.” “Ouch…” Isabeau said, after pulling away and wiping his mouth off on his shirt. It stung, both being punctured and the addition of salt water. But Isabeau remained calm even as blood dripped down his front. He merely smiled at the orca, whining with concern, while he grabbed a hand towel to absorb the bleeding. Minutes passed, with Siffrin anxiously swimming around and apologizing profusely. “It’s okay, Siffrin.” Isabeau smiled, putting the towel into a basket to be washed later. “I guess we just need to practice?” “Baaaad.” Siffrin choked up, pointing at themself. “III’m baaaad.” “Nooo. You’re not bad. You just surprised me, that’s all.” Isabeau said, trying to reassure him. “Please don’t cry.” Siffrin kept whining, and sunk back into the water. “Siiiif,” Isabeau sighed. “It’s okay. I’m okay.” One eyeball looked up at him. “I’ll teach you, okay?” He offered. The morning was spent swapping out the used towels for clean ones, but eventually breakfast was made. Siffrin got a whole pineapple, which he gladly tore into. But he still felt guilty for harming Isabeau like that. But practice makes perfect, right?

[draystersden]

aaa I don’t know if you’ve done this before, but any music taste headcanons for any of the characters?

HMM!! I haven't done this before, nor have I put much thought into this yet, but I will now! Gonna put stuff down for the BB E4, and the Kitakami sibs.

Drayton:

— He leans more towards music that's really catchy: with rhythms and the like that're nice to both listen to and dance to. So...pop music? And hip-hop, especially contemporary R&B. He likes Ryme as a musician when it comes to rapping, for sure.

— He's into punk rock, because he does resonate with anti-establishment/authoritative themes. Roxie's and Piers's music is on his playlist without a doubt.

— It's been a long time since he's heard any of it, but his clan has their own distinct, traditional musical style that he's fond of. Drayton wouldn't play any of it for other people (via recordings or the like) though.

— I see him drawn towards lo-fi, especially stuff like chillwave & chillhop. He likes vibing.

Crispin:

— Bro's so into music that just gets him pumped up and ready to take on the day. So, definitely rock n' roll. I can see him liking metal, because the aggressive sounds utilizing guitars + the vocals just make him want to growl and scream too.

— I see him as the type who does like dancing or just moving his body around, so he has an overlap with Drayton in their hip-hop likes. He vibes a lot with house music.

— I'm not sure what genre of music you could classify Giacomo as making (seems like rock & EDM, based on the Team Star tracks), but I'm really amused by the idea of Crispin having "DJ Vice" music on his playlist while having no idea who DJ Vice even is. If he eventually met Penny and she learned about his music tastes, she could tell him "oh he's a real good friend of mine actually" lol.

Amarys:

— She appreciates music as a whole, and isn't really pulled one way or another? She'll listen to most things on the radio, or if someone in the clubroom is using a speaker. She's more of a person who cares about lyrics than just nice tempos or beats.

— That being said, she 100% has a strong fondness for classical music, be they instrumentals or with vocals, and opera. The rare moments people can see emotion from her, especially teary eyes, is if she's listening to either or.

Lacey:

— I'll say it, she likes folk music - particularly country, but it isn't her favorite. Rock n' roll is more her speed, particularly rockabilly.

— She's a jazz person. Wind instruments paired with how jazz is overall formed has such a nice sound to her. Getting to snap her fingers or shake her hips is her thing. Disco and Funk music get her energized.

— She likes pop music in general too.

Carmine:

— Punk rock and alternative rock are her main things. She tends to find other genres either not her cup of tea, or just annoying.

— This one's a little...obscure these days? But she likes music that's feminism-charged, like riot grrrl songs. On the other end, the bands she loves the most either have a lead female vocalist, or is completely comprised of women. She adores Roxie and her band.

— She does have a softness for traditional folk music from Kitakami, and kinda from Johto and Kanto because they have similar sounds.

Kieran:

— His most experience with music is the traditional music from Kitakami, since he's lacked a phone for all of his life so far - nor does he have any other device on hand that lets him access the internet. Carmine doesn't let him use her phone that much. He has some CDs that he bought from local musicians in their homeland.

— Whenever he can/does start expanding his music tastes, I can see him being drawn towards grunge as an avenue to vent negative emotions. I can see new age or ambient music being on his playlist since he'll find it calming.

— I saw someone once say that Kieran would get into nightcore, and that's still so funny to me that I'm gonna include it here.

[evilrwbyfan]

murder drones headcanons

this is probably gonna be long sooo under the cut. Ok? ok… none of this is organized (there are categories but only 2)

some of these are based on canon but more than half are really just completely personal interpretations

first lets start with my sisters awesome headcanon

pillbabies are not as important as adult models, so them being used as defense weapons in dire situations is normal. just recode the baby lol

a drones transition from pillbaby to drone is very simple, there is no “in between” where they are tiny drone models, it goes pillbaby to adult model. mostly to preserve metal and oil, theres only so much of that to go around anymore. this is part of the reason why workers all look the same but ages vary so drastically. in the future though, i could imagine they implement a new system where “kid” and “teen” models are made just for better distinction and for fun. but that’d have to be pretty far in the future, probably whenever they’ve all finally dealt with the corpse spires and saved as much resources as possible

lizzy is a very observational and smart person but thats overshadowed by her popular girl act (lol)

doll took an interest in photography due to her father, she uses his camera and in a way its a coping mechanism (basically bonding with him spiritually)

workers prefer heat while disassemblys prefer the cold, this makes them perfect cuddle buddies but also causes the workers to be more attracted to the disassemblys which leads to more deaths

female model disassemblys have the worst time ever trying to sit down, those legs fucking suck

absolutely stealing this from seraphont but since workers were originally miners, they work like owls. Ok? shiny = gem = attracted = Ooooooo. YAY MORE WORKER DEATH BECAUSE DISASSEMBLYS ARE ATTRACTING THEM!!!!!

THAD IS A AROACE BUTCH. ok?❤️

Khan is also a butch. But in more of a loser way. Ok?❤️ this is lesbian drones. No men. Ok?❤️

doll is a food hoarder and has an ED

doll is a huge sweetheart past her exterior and is a gentle lover, platonically and romantically, but shes still incredibly awkward no matter how close someone gets with her DO NOT PLAY WITH ME. also fuck your stupid yandere headcanons certain side of the fandom

the reason doll has so many discarded mirrors is because of them breaking due to the absolute solver (probably canon idk. we were never told why ok)

doll and lizzy never dated, but they did have hookups (initiated by lizzy) and doll had a crush on her that eventually went away due to the v situation

if they were in mlp, workers would be earth ponies, disassemblys would be pegasi, solver ponies would be unicorns, and cyn/solver would be an alicorn (uzi is the exception to the alicorn rule)

n and v are queerplatonic partners

n prefers platonic relationships and romance is a complicated thing for him, he has a hard time distinquishing between romantic and platonic and is aroflux

lizzy would want to be a mom in her 30-40s, dont ask. just a feeling i have that im very passionate about

yeva is selective mute due to trauma from the labs, the only people who she vocally spoke to was doll, nori, and her husband. alice got to know what yeva sounded like but that was because yeva's development of select mutism started around the labs, alice and yeva were good friends at one point but with the way things at the labs went they ended things off on a sour note

alice and nori never liked each other, yeva was the voice of reason (not that they listened to her unless forced to). alice always thought nori was too careless and a brute, nori thought alice was a stuck up pushover who didnt know how to let loose

before going insane, alice was much kinder. she was your basic run of the mill cowboy, still had her countryisms and everything, but she was sort of the inbetween of yeva and nori? i guess. she was nice but still had a temper, she knew when to put her foot down and stand her guard but she also had trouble speaking out against the humans due to fear. trauma made her a very cautious and anxious person which plays a part in the "pushover" aspect nori was annoyed by, she has the solver but was never able to use it the same way yeva and nori could so she was almost thrown out by the humans multiple times. yeva is a part of the reason alice never got thrown out for being "ineffective" in research, but whether or not keeping alice around was the better option is subjective. it was common for the scientists to throw away the rejects and drones who proved unuseful in experiments, so alice stayed longer than she needed to because yeva was surprisingly a good persuader. although yeva also unintentionally played a part in driving alice insane by making sure she wasnt killed/scrapped lol

alice started going insane just a little before the labs imploded which is when the relationship dynamic between nori-yeva-alice started going downhill, this is when the alice we currently know started developing

nori was cyns favorite host during the lab days which plays a part in the reason why cyn ended up liking uzi so much

lizzy and thad are adoptive siblings, femme/butch siblings. ok? i also think they're really close. like the rest of the fandom, i headcanon teacher to be lizzys father Of Course. so that extends to teacher being thads father too, but i personally think neither lizzy or thad have a close or good relationship with teacher because... come on

j and v are exes. ok? i can imagine it started at the manor and was just a one sided crush on v's part that became a requited one after becoming disassemblys. i imagined j probably became more attracted to v after seeing her efficiency in battle, j's always been someone who's very closed off (just like v) so of course she would always keep v and n at an arms distance beforehand even during the manor... so i think v being good at her job being what lures j in to get closer to her makes the most sense, i feel like j would be too busy with tessa and worrying about god knows what else at the manor to notice anything with v at the time. butttttt since disassemblys only really had each other as company, they had more time to get to know each other (i dont think they were ever distant necessarily, but their relationship manor vs disassembly is very different to me). technically, they never officially broke up til episode 8 since j was "dead" since the pilot... but if they WERE to break up before episode 8, i'd personally say episode 2-3 because at that point in time they'd be on opposing teams and other factors just couldnt make it work

DOLL. HAS. ANGER. ISSUES. passed down from her mother. i feel like doll's personality aligns more with yeva's but her interests and small habits align with her father more, but changes from trauma overshadows a lot of the type of person she was beforehand

v is stronger than n but n is stronger than j, ok. ive seen so many people who hc n as stronger than v and i just cant see it At All im so sorry... i do think hes strong, i just cant see him stronger than v

alice's tail is a handmade prosthetic but i guess thats technically canon

love languages: n: gift giving/receiving, quality time v: words of affirmation, acts of service uzi: quality time, words of affirmation j: acts of service, quality time doll: physical touch, quality time lizzy: physical touch, gift giving/receiving thad: quality time, acts of service alice: physical touch, words of affirmation yeva: acts of service, words of affirmation nori: quality time, physical touch khan: quality time, gift giving/receiving tessa: physical touch, acts of service not doing everyone

thad is 100% a comic nerd and its something he and uzi bond over, uzi is more of a manga kid but it overlaps ok

nori totally played flash games when she was younger if she could have

tessa: i was born way after that i had an iphone 70 as a kid (something i read from a tessa blog that i think is really funny)

uzi is a larper and into dnd but i personally dont know anything about dnd i just know she would like it and rope v and n into it, they would probably all love it

doll has bpd, uzi has bpd, v has bpd, j has attachment issues, n has autism, khan has ocd (they secretly all have autism though)

j has a routine she follows everyday. what is that routine? im still figuring that out myself, but it was definitely disrupted due to the events of episode 8

doll is very emotionally devoid due to the effects of trauma kind of forcing her to be that way but i can imagine shes actually incredibly emotionally sensitive

khan tells dad jokes, n laughs at them

uzi exploits in games she plays and is smug about it, i think she uses it to troll rather than cause actual harm though cause shes just not that kind of drone

both n and j like board games, always have, it was probably one of the main things they bonded with during the manor days

tessa is the type of girl to hide her diary/journal under her bed instead of a drawer -- BRAIDON STUFF BECAUSE HE GETS HIS OWN SECTION CAUSE ALL OF THIS IS PRE-WRITTEN EXCEPT LIKE 2 THINGS: doll and braidon are adoptive siblings, braidons family adopted doll sometime around episode 5 and like Ok yeah this doesnt make any sense its something me and my sister came up with and ended up getting attached to

doll and braidon have a very rough relationship but he cares very deeply for her while doll is still learning to trust him, this whole adoption thing is really confusing we never went in full detail with it

He enjoys classical music. His name is usually misspelled as "Braiden" which makes him angry, he quickly corrects others with annoyance.

personality traits: nerd, logical, takes things literally, believes in spirituality, pragmatic, realist, extrovert, impulsive, reactive, talkative, stubborn, decisive, collected, calm, has a short temper, smart with technology, tech smart, honest, gullible, believes in higher power

tone: direct and to the point, doesn't spare any details, goes on long rants sometimes, sarcastic

likes: technology, ranting, talking, spirituality, literacy, reddit, tumblr, tidyness, proving himself right, phones, classical music

dislikes: stupid people --

putting this all the way down here because of the nsfw aspect:

if this were to ever happen or ever be a thing, workers would be the ones who “go into heat”. NOT. DISASSEMBLYS. disassemblys are loners who were programmed to focus on killing and only that, workers are the only ones who would need to “go into heat” because they are being killed off at rapid paces and need to reproduce as fast as possible to keep their species alive

ok thats all for this post. i definitely have other headcanons but i cant think of any others and it would be crazy if i tried to put every single headcanon i have ever thought of in 1 post

[kittilumpo]

prompt for my Dani Suddenly Gets A New Power When Her Voice Changes au:

dani becomes a member of the teen titans via being a teen and being titanous - she beats up bad guys, they beat up bad guys, literally the only difference is that dani never stays in one place! she is constantly traveling; to explore the world, yes, but mostly to Go Where She Wants To Go And Be Where She Wants To Be

a fight here and a run-in there and the various branches of the teen titans eventually communicate well enough (emphasis on eventually) between their bases to invite her to OFFICIALLY become a RECOGNISED member of the teen titans! she gets a badge and a comm and everything!

pick your favorite group of super teens, even including Young Justice and other highly specific eras/groups like them, because when i said "emphasis on eventually" i meant emphasis on eventually. literally in canon those fuckers are always dropping out if touch with each other, they are NOT communicating ANYTHING in a timely manner.

dani DOES age as time passes her, because the original power this au is based off of is a puberty-activated voice-changing joke and i wanna keep that for her, but like the infinite realms has time-travel portals all the time soooo...... if she's in her early teens when starfire crashlands to earth and translator-kisses dick!robin and then is STILL in her early teens when pit-rage!jason beats the shit out of tim!robin, then let They whom haves't used flimsy plot holes to make All Their Faves Meet throweth the first stone

as per my previous post, dani gets into Her First Tickle Fight with her new friends! and it goes! horribly! W R O N G ! :D

this is not a light-hearted happy "ha ha oops" au this is a genuine "i just almost killed all of my friends in almost the most horribly painful way i've ever seen AND IT'S ALL MY F A U L T-" ANGSTFEST

because the phandom does so love our angst~

in the middle of Her First Tickle Fight dani either destabilizes because of how tickling works (its actually scary, google it!) OR if u prefer stablized!dani then she just gets overewhelmed by the tickling (seriously google it) and her body Just Reacts

her voice cracks and breaks into

a million

tiny

haunting

e c h o e s

and all of those new friends suddenly become victims of her newly-awakened Haunting Laughter, a vocal attack that doesn't do physical damage like danny's Ghostly Wail but wow that would be so much easier to fix!!!!

depending on which magic system(s) you wanna work with, dani either does "psychic" damage or just straight-up attacks their ACTUAL LITERAL SOULS. since all of the other teen heroes are alive beings made of unchanging flesh, and none of them have a core to keep their souls in one piece (except possibly jason*, depends on u) like the ghosts in the infinite realms whom are made of like 95% ectoplasm and 35% pure spite do, the teens all get hit HARD

literally months later dani's titans have mostly stabilized enough that its safe to rouse them out of the magically induced comas that the justice league dark and/or the far frozen yetis were forced to put them in to keep them alive

this prompt ends with dani's titans - being mostly amnesiac/repressed-memories about the whole thing and so equally mostly willing to forgive and forget, because it was literally an accident from a new power and they've all been there (which is why tickling is officially BANNED now, forever) - being either informed semi-immediately by the adults OR they return to base and find out for themselves later that dani has turned in her badge and communicator and all of her other "earthly possessions" and has left this universe entirely to prevent herself from harming any of them ever again

(*... and also MAYBE raven isn't in danger from it? like its still gonna hurt her and do some damage, its still an attack that she takes head-on - made by DANI, a genetic copy of danny "i can kill god because the plot says i might need that power some day" fenton - because raven is alive and has no ghost core, but i realized that raven is also THE most likely character of the whole DC universe to not only have but also constantly maintain various types of protection around her own soul. cuz hellmouth.)

i hope you have some fun with this!

[atiny-for-life]

Creative Spotlight #6: Song Mingi

Masterlist

Intro: With so many new Atinys coming in, I figured now would be a good time to shed some light on all the boys' creative solo projects over the years, big and small.

Fashion

As a fashion lover, Mingi also received his own show back in 2020, Minkiway, for which he wrote his own little theme song and rejoiced in getting to be the MC for something:

The episode ended with Hongjoong dropping by as a special guest to deliver a gift for Mingi.

The show returned in 2022 with Episode 3 and a new intro (go watch it and spam the comments if you'd like for the show to make a comeback!):

Collab

On August 7th, 2024, Mirani featured Mingi on a song titled Hit Me Up which they performed together live in the released music video. If you're one of the people who've been longing to hear more of Mingi's singing voice, you're gonna love this:

Music Production/Original Songs

Like Hongjoong, Mingi's also a producer and the first time we get to see him in the studio by himself is during his first 1-Day-Vlog:

On August 9th 2023, Mingi (for the first time outside of Ateez) got to really show off his wide range as an artist in an original song titled Untitled, featuring not just his rap but also his vocals, though he's not just credited for his voice but also his part in the composition and for the full lyrics:

The video is shot in retro style 4 by 3 footage and features a rainy street which eventually transitions from video only to a light audible drizzle at the end of the song.

On August 9th, 2024, Mingi's first LP Fix On/Off was announced and release, consisting of a short Preview which shows Mingi painting. Further information was then provided by Mingi himself in his birthday Inside out clip:

And finally, the actual purchase link was shared through Ateez's Social Media platforms:

[FIX OFF] Desire Project

On February 5th 2024, Mingi released his first [FIX OFF] Desire Project, titled Tunnel with him being credited for the lyrics and participation in the composition and arrangement:

It's the full emo concept with an alter ego and everything - we got the tattoos, the nail polish, the gloomy atmosphere. I love it.

Against a stunning instrumental (I love the drums), we get to hear him sing and rap, including some precisely dropped f-bombs as he laments a lost love and talks about deeply unhealthy coping mechanisms (alcoholism) to escape the memories and fill the void inside himself.

Project #2 of the series was released roughly a year and a month later on March 14th, 2025 under the title Autobahn:

Featuring the voice of 'Touched' vocalist's Yunmin, the music video open's on a low techno beat playing over the footage of a car speeding through a tunnel (the one from the previous projects perhaps?) before the title card flashes and the song kicks off.

Illuminated by a bright red light, we see Mingi collared and in chains as he tells us the storm's gone and nothing's holding him back anymore. With those few lines the theme of the song is set and his voice shifts, growing soft and pretty as he tells us: "Time to shift the gear".

It's a powerhouse of a song with lyrics full of defiance, calling for a shift in mindset, for letting go of all fears and starting a full on riot if that's what's needed to grow and heal. The song title is worked in as a metaphor for charging ahead at full speed, no more letting others or your circumstances slow you down.

Around the middle of the song, Yunmin comes in with her stunning vocals and, like Mingi, she shifts from soft to powerful as the lyrics escalate, showing off her range until Mingi comes in to join her and they both harmonize, successfully blessing our ears.

Throughout the video, we see Mingi celebrate with his friends once he's freed himself from his burden, his chains, his fears, and proceeds to drive around in his car. That is, until the very end when he joins Yunmin in her location (it looks like an empty warehouse or parking garage) where they both circle each other for a moment before they focus back on their performance.

And as we reach the end of the song, like any solid collab between a rapper and singer should, this banger ends on a killer high note from Yunmin before Mingi brings back his soft call to action: "Time to shift the gear". Let go. Let yourself be free and enjoy life.

On March 16th, two days after the song and MV's release, the behind the scenes video was released, featuring Mingi both in the recording studio and on set:

In it, we get to see Yunmin and Mingi's first meeting on set and the recording of their shared scenes (during which Yunmin is absolutely sweet and adorable):

After she wraps and gets to leave, Mingi shares the story with us of how he went to a rock festival where Touched performed and was really moved by their music. This is why he was hoping to feature with them in the future and why he thought to reach out to Yunmin with this opportunity. And luckily, she was on board!

During his solo shoot later on, Mingi goes fishing for compliments with the crew, only to get absolutely flustered when he actually receives some (which is how we get to find out that Mingi created the instrumental for the song!):

Bonus #1: bbyongMING's descent into a life of crime (allegedly)

Bonus #2: Hongjoong's little surprise (and Mingi's adorable reaction to it)

Bonus #3: A message from Mingi's best friend (who's clearly far more important than the long-time human friend's he introduced to us first)

Bonus: Mingi's Side Quests