#chat: chandler

[savstone-rp]

Who: @chvndlr Where: Chandler's place When: Nov.

Everything felt brand new, old. But new. Possibly that symbolized growth—maybe, or for Sav a simple form of regression as she was now quite literally homeless. A whim of a grand plan kept her occupied for the past eight months but now she was back in Merrock without really any time to even notice the tail tucked between her legs. Bridges had been burned, ones that their charcoal still burned on blue and others where relighting that match to keep burning would be ideal. Ex-Landlord a prime example of those. Chandler though, oddly enough one of the first people she thought what the hell.

She had all of two suitcases full of her wardrobe, a satchel with the rest that when Sav stepped foot in front of Chandlers door (a familiar one after late shifts at Anchors), ditching the lead to the side before she knocked with enthusiasm until the door flew open, "—Okay. Wow fuck, part of me didn't think you'd be around at all and I'd like, have to wait on the curb, maybe freeze to death or worse, deal with a Karen neighbor of yours," pausing only to laugh as she caught herself rambling and searching for said Karen neighbor.

"How you doin' Chan?" Guess it was best to start there...

[savstone-rp]

"Excuse you, brat summer in my- your guest room aside, I've been your greatest critic. You know I'll never lie when you're experimenting and it tastes like ass." Cue a look to the current hangover cure he was currently conjuring, and Sav made a face still, stomach aggressively against anything yet. "And Jenna and Ryan like me." At that she had caught Jenna's dopey dog gaze, bending over to smoosh her face into the dogs before she meandered away, "We were all rando's once weren't we?" Sitting back upright, head in hands again as she looked back up to Chandler again, "I want a rando for you. Could be the worst, but could be the best. Blah blah, glass half full an all that. Maybe they'll get panic attacks too, you can narcan each other...now, hurry up with that."

FIN.

"What? No. I just mean narcan's meant for overdoses and I don't fuck with that stuff so you'd just be wasting that shit on me." Chandler explained, not really wanting to think about heroin addiction any longer. It reminded him too much of his last relationship, something Sav knew too little about to realize.

"Yeah, I guess..." Chandler had never played that game in the car, but he could imagine some variation of it existing. She floated the idea of finding him a new roommate, and he raised an eyebrow. Deep down, he felt like he should get another one once she left. Being alone could get really scary, and having someone else around kept him out of his head a little bit more. Nights at Anchors Away aside, he noticed he wasn't drinking quite so heavily these days. Another person could be a healthy distraction, and sometimes it was better to bitch about the day's frustrations than to drink them away. But he didn't really know the best way to say that out loud, so he scrunched his nose and gave a half-hearted reply. "Ew, I don't wanna share my house with some rando. You were bad enough, and I already knew you." He didn't really want Sav to go, but he understood she couldn't stay here forever. She had already been at his house longer than either of them planned on.

[raekensluver]

ᴍʏ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜ — ᴊᴜɴᴇ ᴇᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ

ᴄʜᴀɴᴅʟᴇʀ ʙɪɴɢ (ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴡ ᴘᴇʀʀʏ)

[toxinoire]

I have many ships. They're all my favorites. HOWEVER some stand out over most (like me posting about the Miraculous love square, Supercorp and Chansaw/poly Heathers x Veronica). My main, main, MAIN favorite, my first real ship, is Adrienette. So the way I know which ships of mine would stand out over others, if I give them the what I call the "Adrienette headcannon treatment"

What is the ADT? It's when I headcannon them the way I do Adrienette, which is balance. I make them balance each other. Give them separate interests and ideals, experiences, trauma, growth and development. The major ones are individually, but the small and minor headcannons have to be opposite in connection to one another.

Example:

I headcannon that Adrien is a neatly organized person, but Marinette has organized chaos around her. They balance each other. They're opposites in that way, but they fit together because they balance each other, even when it doesn't look like it would work but it does because they balance each other.

So the ADT on my ships that stand out is like-

Heather Chandler: Extravagant // Veronica: Simple

Kara: Likes her coffee sweet // Lena: Likes her coffee unsweetened

[toptophat]

I got too invested in the story!

HOMELESS SAGA, LETS-A-GOOOOO!!!

Context for the 4th one - Chris received an email from a troll disguised as Miyamoto (creator of Mario), saying that they want Chris' approval to make a Sonichu game. And we all know how this goes...

1st and 2nd one - if you know, you know...

[z5mbiegrlz]

us core 😸

mon & chan chan r literally us no one understands!!! 😼

[me-myself-and-my-fos]

Funniest combination is Joey “ADHD, Knows nothing” Tribbiani ending up with Nic “Autism, Knows random things” Blake

[auroramuller]

"I said if," Aurora was quick to correct, although she wasn't necessarily sorry. You could never be too sure these days; hair transplants, botox, everything in between, it could all be very convincing. "–but no, you don't. You actually look too young for me to be venting to this about now that you mention it." Again, not that age particularly mattered when iit came to empathy but pushing thirty, at most, and pushing forty felt like worlds apart to Aurora. Especially in the moment. "Well, I appreciate that – it's definitely work in progress. How are you, anyway?"

School hadn't started for the semester yet, and Chandler wasn't working tomorrow. This was the perfect chance to go out to Vibrations when it wasn't too busy. After some pre-gaming at home, Chandler ordered a rideshare and took it to Vibrations. He was buzzed, on his way to drunk, when he got to the bar and ordered his first drink. What he wasn't expecting was to be part of someone's not-even-midlife crisis. "Do I look like I'm almost forty?" Chandler questioned out loud. There was nothing wrong with being that age - props to people who made it that far in life, because he couldn't imagine he was going to be alive past his mid-30s - but he was only twenty-seven and he was pretty sure he looked like he was about that age. "I'm sure there's plenty of 30-some year olds here. And even some forty-some year olds. But that doesn't matter because fuck what other people think. If anyone thinks you're too old to be here, they're dumb and so are their opinions. But I don't think anyone's thinking that, I think you're just in your own head too much and need to get drunk."

[raekensluver]

one year 🕊️

[toxinoire]

Hello this was previously thisaintanotherpopsong I changed my name to Toxinoire because the MLB World Paris Tales of Shadybug and Claw Noir (Toxinelle et Griffe Noir) consumed me entirely.

I will still write dumb little Heathers stuff and all that.

[savstone-rp]

"I'm not eyein' the—" Sav stopped herself, of course she was doing just that, eyeing the clerk, and did it again too. Instinctively, she was top prey in the eyes of the store owner. "Alright, alright, stop that's the whole plan, Stan." Sav waving him off, making sure to shift her position towards him to look less conspicuous, even though she was apparently just that. "I'm not sure sure but it's a big difference. And I know if he hears it's going to be magically double at the register. So fuck you, Chan. Be quiet, thank you."

Chandler may have been pretty financially secure these days, but that hadn't always been the case. Just before moving to Merrock, he had constantly struggled with money. Most of that had to do with the relationship he was in and their living situation, and he didn't like to dwell on it all. Still, as the blonde mentioned big broke, his memories flickered back to that time. "Well, first off, stop suspiciously eyeing the employee. That's a great way to make sure he knows you're up to something." Chandler turned to give her his full attention. "I mean, if you're hurting for money as bad as you say you are...buy it here and turn around and sell it online for a profit. How much of a price difference are we talking here?"

[piastrisun]

the one with the new year’s kiss.

pairings: lando norris + female fewtrell reader.

summary: after ten months of secretly dating, you and lando find yourselves longing for a simple new year’s kiss but needing a little help to take the risk and make it happen.

genre: fluff.⠀word count: 1.2k.�� warning: none.

notes: little scrap inspired by monica and chandler. also, first one shot of the year!!! i hope you enjoy it and i wish you all the best. <3

the room buzzes with excitement as the countdown to midnight approaches. the annual new year’s eve party hosted by your friend group is in full swing, laughter and chatter weaving through the room like confetti in the air. you’re perched near the drinks table, trying to appear as casual as possible, though your heart races every time your eyes dart to lando. he’s across the room, chatting with a group of friends, his smile easy and his laugh infectious. it’s a sight you’ve admired countless times over the past ten months. but tonight, there’s an ache in your chest because, while everyone else sees him as just another friend in the group, to you, he’s so much more.

dating in secret has been both thrilling and exhausting. the stolen moments, quiet conversations, and late-night drives have kept your relationship alive and safe from prying eyes. but here, at this party, you have to act like you’re just another face in the crowd. the longing to kiss him at midnight grows stronger with every glance, but the fear of being caught feels just as heavy.

earlier in the night, keegan caught you sneaking looks at lando. you pulled him aside into the kitchen, your voice quiet and tinged with frustration. “i just want to kiss him at midnight,” you confessed, leaning against the counter. “for once, i want to feel normal, like we don’t have to hide.”

keegan studies you, his brow lifting as a knowing smile spreads across his face. “you really like him, don’t you?”

you nod, feeling your cheeks warm. “i do. but we can’t let max or anyone else find out. you know how he is about me and his friends.”

keegan crosses his arms, considering your words. after a moment, his grin widens. “alright, i’ve got an idea. just trust me, okay?”

“what are you planning?” you ask, your voice sharp with suspicion as you cross your arms. your eyes narrow, scanning his face for any trace of his usual mischief.

he grins, the kind of grin that’s both infuriating and impossible to ignore. “you’ll see,” he says, his tone teasingly cryptic. his eyes glint with something that makes your heart skip—a mix of confidence and playfulness you’ve seen too many times before.

before you can press him further, he winks, a quick, knowing flick of his eyelid that leaves you bristling with curiosity. then, as if on cue, he steps backward into the crowd, melting seamlessly into the hum of the party, leaving you standing there, a mix of intrigue and exasperation swirling inside you.

now, as the minutes tick closer to midnight, your eyes find lando across the room. there’s a flicker of something unspoken in his gaze—a quiet question that mirrors your own longing. it’s a moment you’ve shared countless times in secret, but tonight, it feels heavier. tonight, you both want more.

keegan sidles up to you, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips. “i’ve got this all worked out,” he whispers, leaning close so no one overhears. you can feel the warmth of his breath against your ear. “when the countdown hits, everyone’s going to kiss whoever they’ve been paired with. and guess what? i made sure it’s you and lando.”

your breath catches, and you glance at him in surprise. “keegan, are you serious? what if max—”

“relax,” he interrupts, his tone reassuring. “max is fine with it. he thinks i’m just saving his little sister from kissing some random stranger. besides, it’s new year’s—nobody’s going to question it.”

you glance toward max, your older brother, who is deep in conversation with a few friends. keegan claps a hand on your shoulder. “trust me.”

you glance over at max, who’s laughing with a group of friends, completely unaware. relief mixes with nerves as you turn back to keegan. “you’re sure this will work?”

“positive,” he says with a confident nod. “just enjoy it. you deserve this.” he adds before disappearing back into the crowd.

the minutes tick down, and you feel the anticipation building like a wave ready to crest. the room fills with voices shouting the countdown: “ten! nine!” your stomach twists into knots as lando weaves through the crowd, his eyes locking with yours now.

“seven! six!”

“hey,” he says, stopping in front of you just as the voices drop to “five! four!” his voice is low, a little unsure, but the soft curve of his smile reassures you.

“hey,” you manage to reply, your voice almost drowned out by the cheers as the room erupts in celebration. around you, people kiss their partners, the air filling with laughter and clinking glasses.

when he reaches you, his smile is soft but uncertain, like he’s afraid of overstepping. “keegan’s idea?” he asks, his voice low enough that only you can hear.

you nod, a shy smile tugging at your lips, your heart fluttering in your chest. “yeah. are you okay with this?” the question hangs in the air, tentative, yet filled with quiet anticipation.

his eyes search yours, soft but sure, as he steps closer. “more than okay,” he says, his voice warm and steady, like a promise. there’s a pause, just long enough for the unspoken words to settle between you.

“three! two!”

his hand brushes against yours, the touch sending a jolt of warmth up your arm. “we don’t have to if you’re not comfortable,” he murmurs, he says, his voice barely above a whisper, but his eyes—those warm, familiar eyes—search yours, offering you the choice.

you shake your head, a shy smile tugging at your lips. “no,” you whisper, shaking your head as your heart pounds. “it’s okay, i want to.”

“happy new year!” the room erupts in cheers, but the noise fades as he cups your cheek gently, his thumb brushing against your skin as he leans in. the moment stretches, your heart pounding in your chest, until his lips finally meet yours. it’s soft and sweet, the kind of kiss that speaks of every secret glance, every stolen moment over the past ten months. for a moment, it’s just the two of you. the secret glances, the stolen moments, the quiet confessions—it’s all there, wrapped up in this single, perfect kiss.

when you pull back, your cheeks are warm, your breath a little unsteady. “happy new year, love” he murmurs, his forehead resting lightly against yours.

“happy new year,” you reply, unable to stop the smile spreading across your face.

from the corner of your eye, you catch keegan giving you a sly thumbs-up, his grin wide with satisfaction. max, thankfully, seems none the wiser, too busy cheering with the others. you glance back at lando, his eyes still locked on you, and in this moment, it feels like the rest of the world has fallen away.

lando’s hand slips from your cheek to rest lightly on your waist, pulling you in a little closer. there’s a quiet intensity between you now, a shared understanding that this moment is more than just a kiss at midnight. you feel a weight lift off your chest—the secret you’ve been holding for so long now feels just a little lighter.

“i can’t believe we just did that,” you whisper, your voice soft, but your heart racing.

lando chuckles, his nose brushing gently against yours as he lets out a breath. “you’re telling me. i thought for sure keegan was going to screw it up somehow.”

you laugh softly, the sound warm between you. “i never would’ve guessed he’d pull this off.”

lando’s smile deepens, but there’s something different in it now—something a little more vulnerable, a little more real. “he knows what’s important.” he pauses, his hand still on your waist as his thumb draws slow, soothing circles on your skin. “and he knows we’re more than just friends, doesn’t he?”

you nod slowly, your heart swelling as the realization hits you in full force. “yeah. he’s known for a while now.”

lando’s gaze softens, and his thumb stills against your skin. “good,” he murmurs, voice low and steady. “because i don’t think i can hide this from anyone else for much longer.”

©⠀piastrisun original work. please don’t translate, claim or repost any of my writing, 25’.

[chizukieryn]

heathers fanart in 2024 :3

+ i’m so damn obsessed with jason and veronica like not referring to the ship but the characters… jason is DEFINITELY a red flag but good lord i can fix him [delusional]. AND VERONICA?? my first full blown girl crush on a stunning breathtaking amazing talented smart chaotic lady ; i’d do anything to be friends with her or date her in the 90s onfg!!! and i’d do anything 🙏 to have flawless singing skills to play her part in the musical because i have all of her damn lines memorised. and don’t forget abt my cutie martha and heather mcnamara bc LOVE THEM NO REAOSN NEEDED!!!! oh and forgot abt heather duke and heather chandler who uh i got mixed feelings with but still girl crushes 😝 and pls does nobody talk abt the way heather duke got so shivery when veronica kissed her; i mean cmon guys she was having an internal gay panic in there when veronica showed up like that “heather my love, there’s a new sheriff in town” AAAAA

have ur food chat

edit: i’ve been receiving a lot of attention from this post (which i hoped for since it took me like 20 hours to draw this D:) so just wanna say thankyou for the support hehe!’ it’s not as much as it is on Instagram so if you could, follow my ig acc @chizukieryn because the algorithm SUCKS in there ☹️

[kathlare]

belonging in her world

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: In the dazzling world of the Golden Globes, Lando finds himself far outside his comfort zone, struggling with the clash between his life as a Formula 1 driver and Amelie’s star-studded universe.

Wordcount: 3.5 k

Warnings: just fluff

request over here!

January 5th, 2025 - Beverly Hills, CA

The ballroom at The Beverly Hilton shimmered with elegance and a sense of anticipation, the kind of air you could only find at an event like the Golden Globes. The room was buzzing with energy as Hollywood’s biggest names mingled at their tables, champagne glasses clinking and laughter spilling into the air. Lando Norris, seated at the Wicked table, felt wildly out of place.

He adjusted the perfectly tailored black tuxedo he’d borrowed from his stylist, fidgeting in his chair as he glanced around the room. It wasn’t that he wasn’t used to the spotlight—being a Formula 1 driver meant he was no stranger to cameras, press, and attention. But this? This was an entirely different universe.

His eyes darted to the large screens scattered around the room, currently showing live footage of the red carpet. Amelie was out there somewhere, dazzling everyone with her megawatt smile and undeniable charm.

He’d only caught a brief glimpse of her before she left for the carpet. She’d floated into the hotel room, kissed him quickly on the lips, and whispered, —You’ll be fine, Lan. Just sit tight, smile, and don’t let anyone scare you.—

Easy for her to say. This was her world, not his.

Lando glanced around the table. Beside him sat Chandler Kinney, who was chatting animatedly with Jeff Goldblum across the table. Both of them had been lovely so far, making polite conversation with Lando and even cracking a few jokes to ease his nerves. But he still felt like an outsider.

Every so often, someone would glance in his direction, probably wondering what a Formula 1 driver was doing at an awards show. He’d heard a couple of whispers, "That’s Lando Norris, Amelie’s boyfriend, right?”, which didn’t exactly help his nerves.

Still, he stayed put, sipping from his champagne flute and stealing glances at the live feed of the carpet. And there she was.

The camera panned to Amelie, and Lando’s heart skipped a beat. She looked stunning, the hot pink gown glittering under the lights, her blonde hair swept into a sleek style that framed her face perfectly. She was laughing at something the interviewer had said, her voice carrying through the speakers faintly enough for Lando to catch.

—She’s amazing, isn’t she?— Chandler’s voice broke through his thoughts.

Lando turned to her, a sheepish grin on his face. —Yeah. She’s… she’s incredible.—

—You nervous?— Cynthia asked, her tone warm and understanding.

—A bit,— Lando admitted, running a hand through his curls. —This isn’t exactly my scene.—

Cynthia chuckled. —Don’t worry. Once she’s here, you won’t even notice anyone else.—

Lando nodded, his eyes drifting back to the screen as Amelie wrapped up her interview and started making her way inside. A wave of relief washed over him. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could sit here pretending to be calm.

As the ballroom doors opened, Lando spotted Amelie entering the room. The moment she stepped inside, it was as if the air shifted. Heads turned, conversations paused, and there she was—radiant, poised, and completely in her element. Lando couldn’t take his eyes off her, the hot pink gown shimmering with every movement. She carried herself with a confidence that left him in awe, but what made his chest tighten was the warmth in her smile when her gaze found his across the room.

She waved subtly at the table, her golden clutch glinting under the lights, and started weaving her way through the crowd. Except, she didn’t get very far.

The first person to stop her was an older man Lando vaguely recognized from a movie he’d seen years ago. Amelie greeted him with an easy familiarity, laughing at something he said as they exchanged pleasantries. Then came a pair of women Lando couldn’t name, who each hugged Amelie warmly and fawned over her gown.

Lando watched her, his hands fidgeting with the stem of his champagne flute. She seemed so at ease, so natural. And why wouldn’t she be? She’d grown up in this world. For her, this was just another night.

Then came Timothée Chalamet. Lando stiffened slightly as the actor approached Amelie, greeting her with the kind of enthusiasm only close friends shared. Timothée pulled her into a hug, and Lando could hear her laugh from across the room.

—Relax,— Chandler said beside him, smirking. —That’s Timmy. They’re good friends.—

—I know,— Lando muttered, trying to mask his unease.

And then, as if to add another layer of surrealism to the moment, Kylie Jenner appeared at Timothée’s side. The two women embraced, their conversation flowing seamlessly. Amelie fit in so effortlessly with everyone around her, and Lando couldn’t help but feel the weight of the divide between their worlds.

As if sensing his discomfort from across the room, Amelie’s eyes flicked toward him. She caught his gaze and, with a small but unmistakable gesture, beckoned him over.

Lando hesitated for a split second, but then he stood, smoothing out his tuxedo as he made his way toward her. His heart raced with every step, and he could feel the weight of a thousand eyes on him.

When he reached her, Amelie turned to him with a smile that immediately eased some of his tension. She slipped her arm around his waist, pulling him close.

—There you are,— she said softly, her voice like a balm to his nerves. She looked up at him, her eyes warm and steady. —Lan, you remember Timmy, don’t you? And this is Kylie.—

Timothée extended a hand with a grin that Lando couldn’t quite read. It was somewhere between friendly and teasing. —Lando, mate! It’s been a minute. Last time we crossed paths was in… 2019? Some Monaco party, wasn’t it?—

—Yeah, that sounds right,— Lando replied, shaking Timothée’s hand. He felt the slightest bit awkward, but Timothée’s easygoing nature helped.

—You’re doing well for yourself, huh?— Timothée added with a grin, his eyes flicking to Amelie.

Lando felt his cheeks heat up but managed a small laugh. —Yeah, can’t complain.—

Amelie squeezed his waist slightly, grounding him. —Lan’s a champion in his own right,— she interjected, her tone light but firm. —Don’t let his modesty fool you, Timmy. He’s incredible.—

Timothée chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender. —No doubt. I mean, I’d be nervous racing at those speeds, but I guess that’s why you’re the pro.—

—And I’d be terrified trying to remember lines in front of a camera,— Lando shot back, loosening up a little. —So, respect where it’s due.—

Kylie, who had been quiet so far, finally spoke, her voice smooth and polite. —It must be wild, though, being in completely different industries. How do you guys make it work?—

Amelie smiled, her expression unreadable but polite. —We make it work because we want to. Simple as that.— She glanced up at Lando with a soft look. —And because Lan’s the most patient, supportive person I’ve ever known.—

Lando felt his heart flip at her words. He leaned down slightly, his lips brushing her temple. —Don’t give me all the credit, Ames. You’re pretty amazing yourself.—

Timothée smirked, clearly enjoying the exchange. —Alright, alright, stop making the rest of us look bad.—

Amelie laughed, her hand lightly resting on Lando’s chest. —You’re doing fine, Tim. Don’t worry.—

Kylie smiled, though Lando thought he caught a flicker of something less friendly in her eyes. —Well, it’s nice to see you happy, Amelie. You deserve it.—

—Thank you, Kylie,— Amelie replied, her tone polite but cool. She turned her attention back to Timothée. —Are you sitting with Dune tonight?—

—Yeah, yeah. Same table as Denis and Zendaya. We’re over there,— Timothée said, gesturing toward a table near the front. —But I’ll catch up with you later. We need to do a proper reunion.—

—Absolutely,— Amelie said with a smile. She turned to Lando. —Lan, shall we?—

Lando nodded, more than ready to return to their table. As they walked away, Amelie slipped her hand into his, her fingers lacing with his in a way that made his anxiety melt away.

When they got back to the Wicked table, Amelie leaned into him, her voice low. —You okay?—

—Yeah,— he said, smiling down at her. —I just… I feel a bit out of place, you know?—

She squeezed his hand. —You’re not out of place, Lan. You’re exactly where you’re supposed to be. With me.—

The way she said it, with such quiet certainty, made his chest tighten. He pulled her closer, pressing a kiss to her temple. —Thanks, Ames. That means a lot.—

The award show continued to unfold around them with a dazzling mix of opulence and charm, but Lando felt more at ease now. Amelie’s hand stayed in his, a grounding touch that reminded him he wasn’t just a spectator in her world—he was part of it. She’d made that abundantly clear, and he silently vowed to carry himself with the same quiet confidence she radiated.

The Wicked table was lively, filled with laughter and chatter as the cast and crew celebrated their film’s success. Amelie leaned into Lando, her head briefly resting on his shoulder as they shared a private moment amidst the chaos.

—You’re doing great, you know,— she murmured, her voice barely audible above the hum of the room.

Lando chuckled softly. —Am I? Because I feel like a kid at his mum’s work party.—

Amelie laughed, the sound soft and melodious. —Trust me, you’re doing better than half the people here. Besides,— she turned her head to look up at him, her eyes sparkling mischievously, —you look damn good in that tux.—

Lando smirked, though the heat rising in his cheeks betrayed him. —Oh, do I?— he teased, his voice dropping slightly as he leaned closer. —You don’t look so bad yourself, Ames. Though that gown should probably come with a warning label.—

Amelie laughed, her fingers brushing against his jaw as she whispered, —Careful, Lan. Keep talking like that, and I’ll make it very clear how much I love you in front of every A-lister in this room.—

He swallowed hard, his cheeks burning. —Don’t test me. I’m barely surviving as it is.—

Her eyes sparkled with mischief, but she let him off the hook, sitting back and resting her hand on his thigh under the table. The simple gesture steadied him, even as the buzz of the room continued around them.

As the ceremony drew closer to starting, more celebrities filtered into the ballroom, filling the remaining tables. Amelie seemed to know almost everyone, exchanging quick waves, smiles, and greetings as people passed by. Lando admired how effortlessly she moved in this world, her poise and charm shining in a way that made him feel both proud and a little awestruck.

When the lights dimmed slightly, signaling the beginning of the ceremony, Amelie leaned closer to him. —This is the part where we pretend to listen but really just hope the champagne keeps flowing.—

Lando chuckled, his nerves finally giving way to the ease he always felt around her. —I think I can manage that.—

As the show began, the room quieted, the host taking the stage to deliver the night’s opening monologue. Lando couldn’t help but glance at Amelie every few moments, the glow of the stage lights casting her in an almost ethereal light. She caught him staring at one point, her lips curving into a sly smile.

—See something you like?— she whispered.

—Always,— he whispered back, his voice low and filled with affection.

Her fingers gave his a small squeeze, and she leaned into him, resting her head briefly against his shoulder. Lando felt the weight of the moment, the realization that despite his anxieties, she had chosen him to stand beside her in this world.

As the ceremony continued, he settled into his seat, letting himself be fully present. It wasn’t his scene, but for her, he’d show up every time. Because as much as the night revolved around Hollywood glitz and glamour, for Lando, it was all about her—the woman who had somehow made him feel like he belonged, no matter where they were.

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ameliedayman: 🫧 @goldenglobes in 1966 @givenchy 🫧 i am so deeply proud of our Wicked family! and so profoundly grateful to have included in this historic and beautiful celebration of incredible art. thank you so so much for having me.

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landonorris: You are the most breathtaking thing in the whole goddamn room. → ameliedayman: @landonorris Stop before I start crying, Lan. 🙄 Also, YOU in a tux? Distracting. Truly unfair.

fan1direction: AMELIE IN GIVENCHY???? SHE’S A 60s MOVIE STAR IN HER ICON ERA 😭😭😭 → wickedstan22: @fan1direction She didn’t walk the carpet, she owned it.

chandlerkinneyfanclub: Chandler and Amelie hugging?? Besties of the century, your honor. 🥹💚 → wizardofozz: @chandlerkinneyfanclub Their friendship >> any love story. No one fight me on this.

chandlerkinney: That dress is a serve! Absolute queen. Proud of you always. → ameliedayman: @chandlerkinney You’re the real star of the night—thank you for letting me squeeze you like a koala during the standing ovation. 😂

gridbanter101: Lando was a simp then, and he’s a simp now. Nothing has changed.

michelleyeoh: You were the heart of the table, Amelie. What a night! → ameliedayman: @michelleyeoh you are a LEGEND. It was an honor to sit beside you!

amelieismylife: The fact that Lando is still visibly in awe of her after all this time is goals. 🥹 → f1fangirlz: Their dynamic is so pure. She roasts him, he simps for her, and they make it WORK.

amelie_supremacy: Kit and Amelie’s selfie is everything. Who gave these two the right to be so chaotic backstage? 😂

landonumberonefan: Lando, bro, how did you pull this? The woman is literally divine. We need to know.

f1grid_gossip: Okay, but why does Lando look at her like she personally hung the stars in the sky? I’m not crying; YOU ARE. → landofan: @f1grid_gossip I know this isn’t about him, but man is DOWN BAD. 🫠

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The evening had stretched into the early hours of the morning, the stars from the Golden Globes after-party still dancing through Amelie’s head as she stumbled back into the house with Lando. Her heels clacked loudly on the floor as she swayed slightly, laughing at something she couldn’t quite remember.

—You're a little tipsy,— Lando remarked, his voice soft but amused as he closed the door behind them. He took a quick look at her and couldn't help but grin—her cheeks were flushed from the alcohol, and her eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and exhaustion. She had a happy, dreamy look, the kind only a night like this could leave behind.

Amelie stumbled toward the stairs, one hand clutching the banister as she let out a giggle. Lando followed her up, his steps light and careful as he reached the top behind her.

—Come on, Ames, let’s get you to bed, yeah?— he said gently, his voice a bit more serious now, though still laced with affection.

She turned to him, a goofy grin plastered across her face. —I’m fine, Lan! I’m totally fine. Just a little... tipsy. Totally fine.—

Lando raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a small smile. —Sure you are. Come on, let’s get you comfy.—

She reluctantly let him lead her to the bedroom, her steps uncoordinated as she swayed a bit more. When they reached the bed, Lando helped her sit down on the edge, her legs dangling off the side. He stood in front of her for a moment, assessing her with a quiet, fond smile.

Lando gently placed his hands on her shoulders, guiding her to lean back so he could slip off her heels. Amelie let out a little groan of relief as the pressure was lifted from her feet, kicking her legs out in a dramatic, exaggerated fashion.

—You’re a lot more graceful when you’re sober, you know?— Lando teased, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he set the heels aside.

Amelie laughed, her head tipping back onto the pillows as she looked up at him with blurry but warm eyes. —I’m just... living my best life, Lan. Like... I can’t help it, I’m just... vibing.—

He smiled, amused by how endearing her tipsy state was, but also a little concerned. He knew she had a tendency to go overboard when it came to letting herself unwind. Lando wasn’t exactly sober himself, but he kept a careful eye on her, never wanting her to feel alone or off-balance.

—Alright, let’s get you out of that dress, yeah?— he said softly, kneeling down beside her to help unzip the back of her gown.

Amelie leaned into him as he undid the zipper, her fingers lazily tracing the edge of his shirt as she hummed to herself. —Lan, you know what I was thinking tonight?— She didn’t wait for him to answer, her eyes half-closed as she continued. —I think... one day, I want to marry you. Like, for real. With the whole thing. The wedding, and... kids. I want kids with you, Lan.—

Lando froze for a moment, his hands stilling as her words settled in the air between them. His gaze shifted to her, taking in the sincerity in her flushed face, the softness in her voice despite the slight slurring.

Amelie was looking at him with a dreamy, unfocused smile as she kept talking. —We’d have a house, and a family. It would be perfect. I can see it all, Lan. I think you’d be a great dad, too... I can already see you with a little one, helping them with their racing toys, showing them how to drive go-karts...— She sighed happily, leaning back into the pillows as her words trailed off. —I just... I want that with you. For real, someday. I love you so much.—

Lando’s heart skipped a beat, his hand still holding the zipper of her gown. There was a strange, tender ache in his chest as her words sank in. He swallowed, trying to gather his thoughts. He had always known that he and Amelie shared something deep, something unspoken yet undeniable, but hearing her talk about the future so openly, so freely, sent a flood of emotions rushing through him.

His thoughts flickered to the life they could have together, the life Amelie was so clearly envisioning. He had always thought about it—maybe not in the same vivid, detailed way she had just described—but he had wondered what it would look like to take the next step with her. But the reality of it? He hadn’t truly let himself think that far ahead.

Lando slowly pulled the gown down, letting it fall around her legs before lifting it gently away from her body, careful not to jostle her. Her eyes were still fluttering closed, as if she were already drifting in and out of sleep. But her words, her confession—they lingered in his mind like a quiet echo.

He paused for a long moment, watching her before he carefully helped her into her pajamas. Her soft voice broke through his thoughts again.

—Lan... do you think that could happen? Do you think we could do that? Like... marriage, kids... everything?—

He looked down at her, her face relaxed and soft in the dim light, and realized something. He didn’t just want to go along with this life, he wanted to make this happen. The idea of a future with Amelie—full of love, adventures, and maybe even children—wasn’t as impossible as he once thought.

—Yeah, Ames, I think we could do that. I think we could build that life... together.— He said the words without thinking too much, just knowing deep down that they were right.

Amelie���s eyes fluttered open, a small, sleepy smile stretching across her face. —Really?— she asked, her voice thick with drowsiness.

—Really,— Lando confirmed with a soft chuckle.

With a contented sigh, Amelie let herself relax into the bed, her body melting into the comfort of the soft sheets. She reached for his hand, pulling it gently towards her.

—Cuddle with me?— she murmured, her voice almost a whisper.

Lando smiled warmly and climbed into the bed beside her, wrapping his arms around her as she snuggled into his chest. He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, feeling the steady rhythm of her breathing as she slowly drifted to sleep.

But even as she slept, Lando lay awake, his thoughts racing. Could they really do this? Could they truly take that next step?

The question lingered in his mind as he gently ran his fingers through her hair, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. He had always cared for Amelie, always wanted to protect her, and now, hearing her speak so openly about a future together, it felt... possible. More than possible, it felt like something he wanted more than anything.

But were they ready? Were they really prepared for what that next step would mean?

Lando sighed quietly, settling into the bed beside her, but the questions wouldn’t fade. They had a long way to go, but maybe—just maybe—he was ready to take that leap with her.

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Bringing the glass to her lips, Sav laughed instead, envisioning a much more progressive, still disturbing scene. "Ahh, okay okay yeah you're right. There is a plus in there too." Insinuating the inclusion, tilting in when an orchestral crescendo sent those on the dancefloor into a spin. "That's what I'm saying. Been here all my life—like a bad sci-fi movie or something. Body snatching the richy rich's. Freaky shit. Should probably stop looking them in the eye." she was joking, mostly. Nudging a shoulder into Chandler, finishing up the tail end of her wine, "So what're you doing here? Besides witnessing the newest LGBTQ+ prince be betrothed to Unc Daddy?"

Now that the dinner portion of the evening was finished, Chandler wasn't entirely sure what to do with himself. The old him would have been several drinks too deep at the bar right about now. So now, not only did he not dance, but he didn't drink either. He'd already explored the gardens. So he stood on the edge of the ballroom, watching what felt like a choreographed scene from a movie. Sav started questioning who these dancers were and Chandler let out a laugh as she suggested an incestuous child marriage. "You didn't know? This event is actually a wedding for a thirteen year old being married to their first cousin. But don't worry, we're not completely backwards here in small town Maine. They're both boys, marriage equality and LGBTQ representation are both very important issues." Chandler replied, eyes still on the ballroom and not the blonde as he hoped she wouldn't notice the lack of drink in his hand. "Seriously though, where the fuck did they learn to dance like this? I've never seen a single flyer or social media post for ballroom dance lessons in the year and a half I've lived here."

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PILE 1 COLLECTIVE

• I love the sound of your laughter.

• You’ve turned me into a more carefree person.

• Let’s spend the day baking/cooking then heading right back to bed to cuddle!

• I feel like we could never have enough quality time together.

• You’re my favorite person in the world.

• I’m addicted to your scent.

• We should start a family (🐾/👶).

• You’re my lock screen.

• I tell all my friends about you. If you checked my notifications, all you’d see is a group chat roasting me for how obsessed I am with you.

• There is no place I’d rather be than here with you in my arms.

• I like to watch you sleep. You just seem so peaceful and still that it’s intensely captivating. I hope you don’t mind 😵‍💫.

~ miscellaneous: earth sign placements. homebodies. 2 introverts or an introvert & an extrovert. hard-working, masculine qualities in your spouse. wholesome domestic moments.

PILE 2 COLLECTIVE

• I want to drown in the sea of your existence.

• Dedicating poetry and art to you — my favorite muse.

• There is nothing in the world that I wouldn’t give to have more time with you.

• I’m afraid of loss/dying, but entering old age with you would make my existence complete.

• Please don’t leave me.

• Can I wake you up early if I’m craving your attention? It’s hard for me to contain my excitement when you look this beautiful/attractive.

• Let’s watch the sunset together and stay up late talking for hours.

• Every detail of your existence does not go unnoticed by me.

• We were meant to love each other in this life/I know that we are past life lovers who have found one another again.

• Come on, baby. Don’t be shy with me.

~ miscellaneous: water sign placements (especially scorpio or for their moon sign). 2 night owls or a night owl & a morning person. hozier songs. romantic moments caught on camera/posted online. artist x muse trope.

PILE 3 COLLECTIVE

• You light me on fire with desire.

• I love teasing you more than anything else in the world.

• You’re my best friend and lover, all wrapped into one.

• My heart feels warm and glows from the inside whenever you’re around.

• I can’t lose you. If I do, I’ll go crazy.

• Let’s go for a drive, listen to music, eat food, and forget about our worries.

• I want to be the first person you call when you’re in trouble.

• I will never judge you.

• We will travel everywhere and make the world our own.

• I want to surprise you with grand gestures (especially via gifts or shared experiences).

~ miscellaneous: fire sign placements. ready or not — bridgit mendler. sneaky smirks that make you smile uncontrollably. spontaneous memories or communication. fluffy hair & tan skin features for some.

PILE 4 COLLECTIVE

• Pulling out all my best jokes just for you.

• Give me a nickname and I’ll give you one back.

• How can I possibly deny your charm?!

• Your style is impeccable. Every time we’re in a shop together, I just want to watch you pose in front of the mirror.

• I’ll make you homemade snacks and share my family’s recipes with you!

• Spoiling you with acts of service.

• We don’t even have to speak to understand one another. Mere eye contact is enough.

• You bring out my (good) crazy side 🤪.

• I love how we can always bounce off each other’s energies so well.

• I wanna give you expensive jewelry or items with my initials on it.

~ miscellaneous: air sign placements. a quirky sense of humor. distinct eyebrows. friends to lovers trope (Monica & Chandler came to mind). latin/hispanic backgrounds for some.