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illicitlimerence-writes · 2 years

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uncle darling | c. leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x reader word count: 2.3k request: yes/no by an anon: "hey, can i request a imagine with charles leclerc where you arrive on a date with charles leclerc's family with a baby in their arms and everyone asks you if it's yours but in reality it is your sister's who asked you to keep it urgently, please?" prompt: babysitter canceled/family date night from this prompt list. warnings: kids, fluff, language, the leclerc brothers sharing one braincell, i think that's it. a/n: we're almost done with this!!! i was worried i wasn't going to finish this one in time, and i'm not that happy with how this turned out, but i tried my best. i'll tag all the fics as illicitvalentine's so it's easier to keep track of them.

my masterlist / valentine's day masterlist

the moment you and charles started dating, his family welcomed you with opened arms immediately. often, you’d find yourself hanging out with pascale, going out for a girls’ day just the two of you. you’d discuss different topics with lorenzo, which you both left with more knowledge than you started the night with. and with arthur, you’d cheer for him whenever he got into his race car, the weekends where he and charles would have races together were probably one of the best ones for you.

needless to say, you loved them and they loved you just as much. which was why you decided to throw a little celebration party for arthur, who was about to have the last race of the championship he was currently taking part in. and since everyone’s schedules were pretty hectic, the only available day was valentine’s day.

“charles, you haven’t seen your family in a bit, and you’re leaving on wednesday.” you explained, pressing a soft kiss on his lips to stop him from pouting. “plus, you were the one who suggested we do something in the first place!” you place a hand on your hip, raising an eyebrow.

“but not on valentine’s day! i want you all to myself,” he slid his hands around your waist, pulling you close to his front. you tried to keep a stern face, but the way he left small kisses and bites on your neck made it impossible.

“then you’ll call your mom and cancel,” you said, wrapping your arms around his torso.

“she’ll kill me. and you know she loves you more than she loves any of us.” he rolled his eyes, making you laugh.

you were about to say something when your phone rang, you kissed his cheek quickly before slipping away from his embrace.

“hello?” you answered, lifting the phone up to your ear.

“(y/n)! thank god you answered,” it was your sister.

“what happened?” you asked, sitting down on a stool in the kitchen.

“so, you know valentine’s day is tomorrow, and ben and i have plans, obviously.”

“okay…” you butted in, not knowing where this story was going.

“but, turns out our babysitter got sick. and we don’t have anyone to watch mila. so, i was wondering if…”

“you want me to look after mila tomorrow,” you finished for her, hearing her sighing on the other end of the line.

“could you? please? i haven’t left the house in weeks, and i’m in desperate need of some alone time. i love my child, i really do, but, i want a night for myself,”

“i get it. can i call you back in a bit?”

“sure. and if you can’t look after her it’s fine, we’ll think of something else,”

“don’t worry, i had some things planned but i think she can join us,”

“oh, thank you so much! i swear, whenever you and charles have kids i’ll be the first one to volunteer to look after them,” she sighed, making you laugh.

“well, let’s not get too ahead of ourselves, i’ll call you back in five minutes, okay?”

“yeah, okay,” she hung up after that. now, to tell charles the news.

“baaabyyy,” you sang, in the same tone of voice you always used when you wanted something.

“who was it?” he opened his arms, inviting you to join him on the bed, where he was currently laying on.

“my sister, she wanted to ask for a favor,” you started, leaving small kisses on his chin, his cheek.

“what kind of favor?” he asked, his hand slipping under your shirt, meeting the skin of your back.

“they were planning to go out tomorrow-” you started and charles interrupted you.

“like all normal couples, do,” you rolled your eyes.

“yes, whatever. but, as it turns out, mila’s babysitter is sick. which means, they need me to look after her,” you said, pecking his lips.

“aw, baby mila,” he pouted, and you nodded. charles absolutely loved your two-year-old niece with his entire heart. he’d play tea parties with her, dress up in whatever princess costume she wanted him to wear.

“i know. and i know that you wanted to cancel the dinner with your family, but, why don’t we do both? look after mila and spend time with your family,” you suggested, and he gave in.

“fine. but as soon as that kid falls asleep, i’m not responsible for my actions,” he said, grabbing your waist and turning you over so he was now on top of you.

“okay,” you laughed in between kisses.

“thank you so much, i promise we’ll be here early tomorrow to pick her up,” your sister said as she handed you mila’s bag with everything she might need for the rest of the afternoon and the next morning.

“don’t worry, you guys enjoy your night together, have fun!” you said, taking mila from your sister’s arms, the girl had fallen asleep on their way to your home.

“lifesaver. love you!” she leaned down to kiss mila’s head, waved her hand and rushed to the car, where her husband was waiting.

“come on, baby mila,” you balanced the sleeping toddler in your arms, closing the door behind you and walking to your living room.

the house was quiet, charles was out getting some things you still needed for that night’s dinner, so it was just you and the baby for a little while. you set her things down, sitting with her in your arms. you took your phone out, scrolling mindlessly until your eyes started feeling heavy. you let sleep take over you, wrapping your arms around mila protectively.

about twenty minutes later, charles walked in, holding several bags of snacks, and ingredients you needed for dinner.

“amour?” he called, setting the bags down on the kitchen island. “baby?” he tried again, this time hearing a soft sigh coming from the living room. he walked in, seeing mila moving in your arms, her eyes opening slowly as she yawned.

“ma?” she asked, looking around, “auntie ange,” she gasped once she saw you sleeping.

“hi, mila,” charles said, catching her attention. the girl was lying on her stomach, and she turned her head as she heard his voice.

“uncle darling!” she exclaimed. since she’d started talking, she’d call you both by the nicknames you used for each other- charles loved calling you ‘mon ange’, and you always called him ‘darling’. it was no surprise when the girl started repeating the words. mila tried to turn around, charles smiled and leaned down to grab her.

“how are you, baby princess?” charles kissed mila’s head as she leaned it against his shoulder.

“where’s ma and da?” she asked as they walked to the kitchen.

“i think they already left, mon coeur,” he set the girl on the kitchen island as he began taking the groceries out. “did they tell you you’re staying with us?” he asked as he washed an apple.

“yeah, i sleep with you and auntie ange,” she giggled as charles handed her a slice of the apple.

“that’s right. what did you and auntie ange do when i was gone?” he asked, handing the girl another slice once she finished her first one.

“i was asleep in the car, i didn’t know i was with ange,” she nibbled on her fruit, charles nodded in understanding. “can we play?” she asked.

“give me one minute, ma belle, okay? i just need to put this away and we can play all you want,” the girl nodded, swinging her legs over the edge of the marble island, “careful,” charles said, even though his back was toward her.

“how did you know?” mila gasped, eyes blown wide as she carefully moved her dangling legs.

“i have powers,” charles laughed, turning toward the girl, hands ready to tickle her.

“uncle darling! no!” mila giggled uncontrollably, doubling over to cover her stomach. “stop!”

“but the tickle monster wants more tickles!” charles yelled, pressing soft kisses all over the girl’s head as the girl fought against him.

“what is going on here? tickle war without me?” you appeared, standing in the doorway, a hand on your hip as you watched the two of them.

“auntie ange!” mila squealed, trying to get off the island to run to you, but charles held her back, helping her down instead. two little arms wrapped around your legs, your hands went to mila’s hair, the perfect blonde curls that made her look like a princess even when she’d just woken up from a nap and was having a tickle war.

“i see you woke up before me, cupcake.” you crouched in front of her.

“yeah, uncle darling woke me up!” she accused him, and you gasped.

“did he?” mila nodded, “well, i’m sure he didn’t mean to. listen, baby princess, in a few hours, uncle darling’s brothers and his mom are coming over, okay?” the girl nodded after a few seconds, “okay, we are all going to have a nice dinner, is that alright?”

“yeah. they play with me?” she looked at charles, who nodded as he walked to you, picking her up. you stood up, leaning against charles’s free shoulder.

“of course! we can all play outside after we’re done. does that sound nice?” charles asked, kissing her cheek. mila nodded.

the three of you started getting the food ready. it was nothing fancy, but with the presence of a toddler, it took you twice the time to get everything done because she wanted to help. you let her, of course. you loved spending time with her and getting to show her new things was one of your favorite things ever.

“and now, we wait for a bit until it finishes baking,” you explained, seeing mila looking at the banana bread you made together through the glass of the oven door.

“i smell bananas,” charles stated as he walked down the stairs. he’d gotten a shower while you and mila made the bread.

“come on, mila, let’s change your clothes,” you made grabby hands at her, but she shook her head, crossing her arms over her shoulders.

“uncle darling!” you looked at charles, who raised his hands in defeat.

“fine, you go with uncle darling, i’ll go take a shower, okay?” you leaned down to kiss her forehead, she nodded. “she’s all yours, uncle darling,” you tapped his chest twice, walking away.

“what do you want to wear, mila?” charles asked, grabbing her tiny hand and leading her to the living room, where he grabbed her bag and then they went to the guest bedroom downstairs.

“pink tutu!” she giggled, charles scanned through all the things your sister had packed, spotting the pink tulle skirt. “rainbow unicorn shirt!” she grabbed it.

“here,” charles handed her a pair of thick, pink tights, “do we like these?”

“yeah! i’ll be a rainbow unicorn ballerina princess!” she giggled, grabbing her toy crown and placing it on her head. charles laughed, nodding at the innocence and imagination of the girl.

“yes, you are!” he told her. "can you change while i take the banana bread out of the oven?" he asked, and the girl nodded. he laid out the clothes for her and bolted out of there. once he returned, he found the spare hairbrush you kept for her. “are you excited about tonight?" he asked once he returned, the girl was ready, she only had to put on her tutu.

"yes. i want to play with all of you. can we play princess and the dragon and the knights and-" she rambled, but was cut off by the doorbell ringing. "my tutu!" she jumped down from the bed and pulled the tutu up her skirt. "let's go uncle darling!" she grabbed charles's hand and led him to the door. "up!" she extended her arms and charles picked her up, placing a soft kiss on her cheek as she circled his neck with her arms.

"what the fu-fork!" arthur almost slipped up, but his mother elbowed him and he corrected himself.

"charles?" his mom asked as charles and mila moved out of the way to let them all in.

"who's this?" lorenzo asked, waving at the girl, who leaned her head in the crook of charles's neck.

"i'm a rainbow unicorn ballerina prin- my crown! uncle darling, my crown!" she squealed, wiggling in his arms until charles put her down. as soon as her little feet touched the floor she set off looking for her crown.

"did you adopt a child and didn't tell us?" arthur narrowed his eyes at him.

"aw, i always knew you were going to be a dad first out of all of us," lorenzo clapped his shoulder.

"did you two not hear what the girl called him?" pascale asked, standing between her two sons.

"uncle darling! i'm a rainbow unicorn ballerina princess!" she sang, twirling around, showing the glitter of her tutu.

"uncle-" arthur started.

"darling," lorenzo finished. "(y/n)'s niece?" he guessed, and Charles nodded.

"auntie ange!" mila cheered as you walked down the stairs.

"hi, everyone!" you said hi to all of them, lifting mila up in your arms, "i see you've met miss mila over here, she's my niece. did you say hi?" you asked, leaning your nose on her cheek.

"hi!" she waved at them.

after the first introductions were made, you all went to your kitchen, where you finished preparing the food as mila played with arthur.

"my brothers thought mila was ours," charles whispered as you set the table.

"wait, really?" you asked, smiling.

"apparently lorenzo always knew i'd be the first to have kids," he rolled his eyes, walking to you, slipping his arms around your waist and pulling you until your back met his chest.

"ha!" you cackled, "i can see it, though."

"me too. to be honest, i've always pictured myself as a young father. and you?"

"gotta put a ring on it first," you leaned your head back against his shoulder, watching through the kitchen window as lorenzo joined his younger brother and mila outside. "she's got them wrapped around her little finger," you chuckled.

"and if that's how they are with our niece, imagine how they'll be with…"

"i know," you smiled, moving your head to the side, placing a kiss on his cheek. "i want one."

"as soon as she falls asleep, i swear," he promised.

"okay," you laughed.

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ladyvesuvia · 2 years

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vesuvia’s 1.1k valentine *ೃ༄

: ̗̀➛ happy, happy valentine’s to everyone and thank you so much for 1,120 followers. i know i haven’t been active lately so here’s a last minute celebration so i can interact with all of you again! i’ve missed literally everybody here so bear with me on this one!! <3

: ̗̀➛ this event will take place from the 14th of february to the 28th, but it can still be moved!

this celebration is closed. thank you to everyone who participated!

please take note that it may take a while for me to get to your asks. i’m a bit swamped with class but i’ll get to them as soon as i can :))

all celebration asks will be tagged with #vesuvia’s 1.1k valentine if you don’t want to be spammed!

🖋 scribbled notes! — give me a prompt/scenario, a character, preferred pronouns, and i’ll write a tiny dialogue or drabble with little to no plot. open for angst and fluff, but angst is encouraged hehe

📦 parcel shipped! — kind of like a ship, so add one random fact about you, your pronouns, fandom, and gender preference then tell me what gift you’d give to your significant other on valentine’s and i’ll tell you who would receive it!

💌 love letters! — give me a prompt/scenario and a character along with your gender and pronouns and i’ll write a short letter from them. angst and fluff accepted.

💐 lovely assumptions! — send me a headcanon about a character and i’ll either just post it or add on to it.

✈️ in transit! — send this emoji and i’ll show you a peek of a wip. (optional: add a word and i’ll show you if it’s been used in one)

📔 deckled pages! — send this emoji and i’ll show you some of my cool stuff yay

🎁 all about them! — ohoho yes i am bringing this back so you better send one in and rant about your crush and i’ll give back the same energy idk just feel free to talk about your boos because this is a safe space and you should get to rant about them!/!:!:!3

available fandoms: the lunar chronicles, golden trio, marauders, mcu, shadow and bone trilogy (still at book 3 of the main trilogy tho) / i’ll let you know privately (if not on anon) if i don’t or can’t write for the character you send in.

tagging moots under the tag :))

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no pressure tags because i love u all: @fairydxll @holden-caulfield @musicallisto @wolfstar-lb @maggiebuchanan @ameliasbitvh @dr4cking @magicchai @milkiane @thehalfbloodedwitch @cupids-crystals @mendesxruel @drayslove @draysbunny @ronsbadidea @peppers-analytics @canyon-perk @spideyheart @shadesofvelma @heythereangels @riddlesia @illicitvalentine @railmeharrypotter + everybody else imsjxjr imma tag more later i made this just when i was about to sleep ok kdfnskmsks

#vesuvia’s 1.1k #harry potter #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #harry potter x reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #sam wilson x reader #draco malfoy x reader

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velvetcloxds · 3 years

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Hiii loves, so, this is my first writing challenge and since I've been really enjoying writing song fics, I thought it might be fun to do a song fic challenge with some of my favourite comfort songs, was absolutely terrified to post this because I wasn't sure if people would participate, but if you do, I hope you have fun <33

~RULES:

There is no deadline for this writing challenge, I know that I can't hold to a deadline when it comes to writing, so I don't expect you to either- as long as you have fun when you write it, write it whenever.

Please send me an ask saying which character you want to write for as well as the song you'd like to use.

There can be only two people per song and you can write for more than one song. I’ll cross out a prompt when it’s been claimed by two people.

Fandoms; Harry Potter, Teen Wolf, Marvel, Twilight, Bridgerton, Outerbanks, The Umbrella Academy, The Originals, The Vampire Diaries, Gilmore Girls, Shadow and Bone, Peaky Blinders, and The 100

Please do not submit any smut, smut concepts, smut tropes.

Preferably male!character x fem!reader or male!character x nopronouns!reader

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Masterlist | Fic rec list | Playlist

~FLUFF:

Always- Isak Danielson

I melt with you- Modern English

All those pretty lights- Andrew Belle

Apocalypse- Cigarettes after sex

@/v1oletvenus - sirius black x reader

@illicitvalentine - lily evans x reader

Youth- Troye Sivan

Kiss me- Sixpence none the richer

@wrathspoet - james potter x reader

Heart's content- Brandi Carlile

Will you still love me tomorrow- The Shirelles

@/hairdye-enthusiast - tommy shelby x reader

Nothing's gonna stop us no- Starship

I'll be- Jacob Noah

It's not living if it's not with you- The 1975

@/ughgclden - remus lupin x reader

Perfect- Fairground Attraction

The closest thing to crazy- Katie Melua

All my love- George Ezra

I choose you- Sara Bareilles

~ANGST:

The Last Time- Taylor Swift

@/sarahisslytherin- diego hagrieves x reader

@/mirclealignr - remus lupin x reader

Two Ghosts- Harry Styles

@/sheraayasher - steve rogers x reader

@messers-moony-lupin - remus lupin x reader

Like a river runs- Bleachers

Saturn- Sleeping at last, Tim Fain

@beelovespizza - jess mariano x reader

@mystics-writings- bellamy blake x reader

7 Minutes- Dean Lewis

Forever- Lewis Capaldi

@/thesecretwriter - loki x reader

All I ask- Adele

@/yoooespinosa - regulus black x reader

@ms-heartbreak-queen - regulus black x reader

Empty space- James Arthur

@/natashxromanovf - stiles stilinski x reader

Lost without you- Freya Ridings

Ghost- Banners

Cry over me- Meat Loaf

Save tonight- Eagle-eye cherry

Heal- Tom Odell

I should go- Levi Kreis

Stay- Hurts

~MISC:

Like real people do- Hozier

@/cupids-crystals - remus lupin x reader

@/sarahisslytherin- regulus black x reader

I don't wanna dance- COIN

Sex- Eden

Crimson and clover- Tommy James & The Shondells

80' Flims - Jon Bellion

Stay- Maurice Williams & The Zodiacs

Alone- Heart

Lips of an angel- Hinder

Craving- James Bay

Right girl- The Maine

Heat Waves- Glass Animals

Kiss goodnight- I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

Dirty little secret- The all American rejects

@/saintlike78 - charlie swan x reader

Bad decisions- The strokes

Meet me at our spot- Willow, The anxiety, Tyler Cole

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no pressure tags: @/cupids-crystals @/mirclealignr @/sarahisslytherin @/oliverwoodmarrymepls @spxllcxstxr @/moonlitmeeks @/yoooespinosa @/scandalous-chaos @canibeoneofthepogues @/v1oletvenus @natashxromanovf @pad-foots @whiskeypowder @fantqsha @lonelyhe4rts @mendesxruel @mellifluousart @messers-moony @pepper-up-potion @peppers-analytics @rons-whorerp @sereinegemini @/sheraayasher @selenes-sun @leahsficemporium @leydileyla @heloisedaphnebrightmore @henqtic @thesecretwriter @beloved-bucky @queen-asteria04 @iliveiloveiwrite @dracossweetprincess @marauders-lupin @proserpina-magnus @weasel-b33 @isaacmflahey @/saintlike78 @/fairydxll @destourtereaux @songofpolaris @ladyvesuvia +literally anyone who would like to participate

#monique's 600 followers a day with your lover song fic challenge

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crystalsoobin-m · 3 years

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harryssmommy’s 200 followers celebration!

so i sorta got into bts recently and like i love them so they’re my theme for this celebration! thank you so much for 200 followers, I’m eternally grateful for all of you. <3 (open from sep 24 - oct 1)

(send the emojis in my ask box)

💕 like - tell me some facts about yourself and i’ll tell you which character (hp & mcu) would have a crush on you. (specify gender and fandom)

🥞 butter - give me a pickup line and i’ll rate it.

👑 idol - show me your celeb crush and i’ll show you mine. (i have more than one)

🍻 friends - tell me some facts about yourself and i’ll you which three characters would be your besties. (hp & mcu; specify fandom)

🦋 butterfly - give me a prompt + a character from hp or mcu and i’ll write a dialogue about it.

🎤 make it right - give me a minigame (e.g. cym, fmk, this or that, wyr, etc.)

☀️ paradise - show me a place you would love to visit and i’ll show you one of mine.

🪐 epiphany - send me this emoji and i’ll tell you what vibe you give off/what i think your personality is like irl. (moots only)

🧨 dynamite - give me a character and i’ll tell you which type of music i think they listen to.

moots below the cut <3

@nevsluvr @ilygw @hmupotter @hellounicorn @eloquenceflores @tokyocupid @dracossweetprincess @ladyvesuvia @just-a-smol-spoon @peppers-analytics @fairydxll @illicitvalentine @incredibly-ludacris @strawberrychapsticks @bellatrixscurls @ronsbadidea @iovebug @ilovejamespotter @arcaneslut @cupids-crystals

#200 followers #nic’s 200follows #nic’s fics 🔖#nicole speaks 🎤#nicole at night 🌙#nic’s fyp 🦶#nic’s fic recs 🙌#harry potter #harry potter x reader #peter parker x reader

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nics-library · 3 years

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hello, loves! this is where i will be posting all of my new fics instead of using a taglist :) it’s much easier and i won’t need to remember the names.

so all you gotta do is follow this account and set notifications. that way, when i reblog a newly posted fic, you’ll get notified. but make sure you’re following my main page @harryssmommy as well ;)

tagging my moots under the cut <3 I didn’t realise i had this many moots oml

@nevsluvr @cupids-crystals @ilygw @peppers-analytics @ladyvesuvia @hellounicorn @just-a-smol-spoon @hmupotter @tokyocupid @eloquenceflores @dracossweetprincess @illicitvalentine @incredibly-ludacris @strawberrychapsticks @bellatrixscurls @ronsbadidea @ilovejamespotter @fairydxll @arcaneslut @iovebug

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lovers-notes · 2 years

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navigation.

— hi everyone !! this is @illicitvalentine’s reblogging blog, where i reblog pretty things and fic recs so that i don’t end up making a giant mess of my other blog <3

blog tags :

# writing — anything to do with writing prompts, things to remeber etc.

# tutorials — any tutorials that i want to do in the mean time

# journaling — anything for moreso personal writing

# pretty things — pretty art, pictures, photos etc.

# mitski — everything to do with her

#writing #tutorials #journaling #pretty things #mitski

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illicitvalentines · 3 years

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‘ ... my cherries and wine, ’

SONG — cherry; lana del rey

⋆ ˚ ౨ৎ ˚ ｡⋆ CERTIFIED LOVER GIRL

LIA ! ⋆ ˚ . she / her . sixteen . infp . scorpio ⊙ . fiona apple & hozier enthusiast . lana del rey lover . sabrina carpenter's gf . james potter lovebot . finnick odair's wife . film lover . part-time dead poet .

masterlist . dni/byf . tags . writing guidelines & characters

REQUESTS : open !!

MOST RECENT : ˚ ｡⋆ something stupid ! ( james potter x gn!reader )

* · today — i’m literally on break rn i need to write smth new 😭😭

#lia's corner !! ౨ৎ ˚ 。⋆#lia's writing 𖦹 ⋆ .#last updated: 03.16.24

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griffxnnage · 2 years

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been having some wicked baby fever so here's some platonic!marauders x pregnant!reader for you!!

just imagining how adorable the marauders would be if you were pregnant?? always making sure you were comfy, well fed, that you were making sure to eat n drink, and walking around you in a lil bodyguard circle whenever you're out with them.

them telling you how cute and gorgeous you look if you're getting self conscious about your bump. their words help you learn to adore the roundness of your belly and the stretchmarks that come with creating life.

them being there by your side when it comes time to give birth and them fighting over who gets to hold your hands for when you're pushing. then proceeding to fight over who gets to hold your baby first when they're finally born.

them being the most amazing godfathers and spoiling their lil godchild so so much; getting your kid the most unnecessary things, taking them on excursions, all to see their face break out into the biggest smile.

just them loving your kid like they've never loved anyone or anything before.

hp + general taglist: @henqtic @slytherclawbitch @amphxtrite @chaoswalkinq @nerdyblogger06 @horrorxweasley @batcat46 @wlfstxr @xxrwzy @mollysolo @ohnoitsmekc @ildm4ev @natashxromanovfreads @illicitvalentines @scorpireads @youcantbesirius @lavendersfairy @hauntedwitch04 @lendeluxe @hehehehannahthings @dongkyuckshoe

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#kenny writes #platonic!marauders #platonic!marauders x afab!reader #cw pregnancy #cw pregnancy mention #james potter x reader #remus lupin x reader

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underoospeterparker · 2 months

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🐚 SEASHELL you should cast your moots as marvel characters

AHHH love this!!

join the celebration

@bcyhoods as natasha romanoff

@spiderfunkz as yelena belova

@forourmoon as america chavez

@loving-and-dreaming as kate bishop

@bruisedboys as gwen stacy

@spydergaz as michelle jones

@lilydoeswrite as princess shuri

@illicitvalentines as wanda maximoff

@percabeths-blue-cookies as carol danvers

#underoospeterparker's 600 celebration!#moots!!

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illicitlimerence-writes · 2 years

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tulips | m. schumacher

pairing: mick schumacher x reader word count: 2.1k words. request: yes/no by anons "hii could i request one with mick based on this tiktok book trope thingy “her sitting on his lap and tries to get up. him tightening his hold on her waist and whispering ‘give me a few minutes’” i really don’t mind how you decide to write this story because i know you’ll do it justice bestiee" thank u so much for trusting me this idea! i was holding onto it because i fell in love with the concept. & "hi, can i ask an imagine where you are mick's best friend (and now girlfriend) and corinna and gina have always hoped you would end up together, except one day they show up at mick's apartment and find you in bed sleeping and cuddling." & "could you do 50 from fluff with mick pls :)" i hope you all like this!! prompt: late for a date from this prompt list. & fluff #50: "stay" from this prompt listwarnings: language, kissing, fluff, pregnancy, idk what else. a/n: i was so close to writing something completely different. like, full on anst, but in these days we all need some good old fluff. just like my xmas fics, PLEASE DON'T SEND REQUESTS FROM THE VALENTINE'S PROMPT LIST. i'll tag all the fics as illicitvalentine's so it's easier to keep track of them.

my masterlist / valentine's day masterlist

“you have to go,” you whisper on mick’s lips. leaning your head back against the pillows.

“i’ll cancel,” he replies quickly, before diving in and pressing soft kisses on your neck.

“what? no! i won’t let you do that,” your fingers are in his hair, and you tug on it gently, trying to get him off you. “you haven’t seen your family in so long. you have to go, i’ll wait for you here.”

“come with me,” he whispers.

“are you sure you’re ready for that conversation? you know how it will go,” you can’t help but tease, letting out a light chuckle.

you entire lives you’d both heard the same speeches, ‘they’ll end up together at some point.’, ‘i can’t wait for the day when we’re all a big happy family.’, ‘there’s no way you and mick are just friends.’, ‘there’s a reason why none of your relationships ever worked out. you two are meant to be with each other.’

turns out, they were all right. no matter how hard you tried to deny that what you felt for mick was just a friend’s love, there was no point in hiding the undeniable chemistry, longing and pure love you both had for each other.

the transition from friends to lovers was a seamless one. since the start of your friendship, you were both very physical people. he always had a hand on your waist or your thigh when he was feeling protective. your head was always leaning on his shoulder, your hand close to his. even sharing a bed when one of you was feeling down and needed a little extra support. most people were confused by it, how you could do so much together and not catch feelings.

“oh, my god, i knew it!” mick imitates a loud shriek, “i always knew this day would come,”

“was that supposed to be your mom?” you ask, laughing.

“yeah,” he laughs, peppering your face with kisses.

“and what would gina say?” you smile.

“she’d probably get mad at you for hiding it from her,”

“and what would you say?” you bite your lip as mick places his open palms next to your head. his face inches away from yours.

“i’d tell them i’m a really lucky guy who just happened to crash into the right girl with his kart,” his eyes flicker down to the small scar on your chin, the one that never healed right. he leans down, kissing it. “and what would you say?” his breath is warm against your skin, and the base of his throat is so close to you that you can feel the vibrations.

“oh, i’m just in it for the money and fame,” you reply casually. shrugging your shoulder as you feel him laughing. “i’d say… that this is my payback for you running over me with your kart. this is my way of torture,” your fingers are back in his hair, pulling him down until his lips are over yours.

“if this is torture… i’m dying to know what paradise with you feels like,” he presses his lips on yours, kissing the air away from your lungs.

“you’ll find out…” you raise an eyebrow, and mick’s eyes widen in expectancy, “after you go meet your family,” you lift your head, kiss him quickly before pushing him away. “hurry up or you’ll be late,” you say, grabbing his t-shirt and putting it on, before getting out of his bed and walking away.

“tease!” he yelled, grunting as he got up. he smiled as he heard your laugh.

“you love me!” you yelled back.

that i do, he thought.

“can you remind me who suggested a family dinner on valentine’s day?” he rolls his eyes. he’s not really angry or pissed at his family, it’s just that it’s your first valentine’s day as a couple, and of course he’d rather spend it with you than with anyone else.

“i think it was gina,” you answer, taking your plate of food out of the microwave.

“wait, where did you get that?” he asks, looking at your lasagna.

“delivery,” you answer, grabbing a fork. you take a small piece and lift the fork up to his lips. “now, go.” you point to the door with your head.

“i still have about thirty minutes,” he slides his arms around your waist. your free arm travels up to his neck.

“fine, then you can watch one episode with me,” you grab his hand, holding your food with your free one as you lead him to the living room.

“wait, i want to give you your gift first,” he says, leaving you there as he goes to the guest room. “close your eyes,” he instructs. you chuckle as you shut your eyes, ears straining as you do. “okay, open them.”

even though you’d already been showered in gifts since the day began, mick still had one more gift for you. a bouquet of white tulips, your favorite. a small card was resting between the flowers. you eye mick, who nods his head. “open it,” he says.

‘thank you for being mine for almost an entire year. i love you and wish to spend so many more magical days with you.’

you throw your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss.

“i love you, thank you,” you smile, kissing his cheek.

the perfect moment is interrupted by your rumbling stomach, mick laughs and he sits first, his back against the arm of the couch, and opens his legs, inviting you to sit between them. you take a seat, throwing a blanket over you as you eat your food.

“mick, go,” you stand up to leave your empty plate on the sink, and sit on his lap once you come back. you play with his hair, hearing him sighing against your neck. “don’t fall asleep,” you try to sit up, but mick slides his hands around your waist, tightens his hold on you and pushes you against his chest.

“no, stay. give me a few more minutes,” he whispers, kissing your pulse point.

“okay, just five more minutes,” he hums against your skin.

as the minutes ticked by, you begin drifting off to sleep. your eyelids feel heavy. the rhythmic, even, up and down of mick’s chest helps lull you to sleep.

he follows shortly after, the blanket and your body give him the necessary and comfortable warmth he needs to sleep peacefully.

“i don’t think he’s coming, mom,” gina shakes her head as she looks up at her parents. “we’ve all called him and texted him. he’s probably asleep.”

“but what if something happened to him?” corinna places a hand on top of her husband’s, who squeezes it tightly.

“maybe he’s with (y/n). you know that weird friendship-valentine’s day thing they always do,” gina tries to calm her mother down. “i’ll call her,” gina pulls out her phone and types your number. hearing only mick’s voice in reply. “voicemail,” she says, looking at her parents

“we should go, what if something happened to them?”

“calm down, i’m sure they’re fine. if they even are together,” gina says as she puts on her coat. they leave enough to cover the drinks and appetizers they had, plus a generous tip.

the three of them drive down to mick’s apartment, dialing both of your numbers whilst michael drives. they ride the elevator once they finally reach the building, and corinna pulls out her spare key and opens the door.

they remain quiet as they see the t.v. is on, your favorite show is playing. there’s a bouquet of white tulips resting on the coffee table, the card sits next to it. and, on the couch, next to the coffee table, you and mick.

you’re leaning on your side, your head against his chest as his arms are wrapped around you.

“told you they’d be together,” gina points out.

corinna has a hand on her chest, above her heart, smiling at the sight in front of her. she leans against her husband, who’s also grinning at the two of you, fast asleep. gina is the first to notice the tulips, and the card. she walks to the coffee table and grabs the small card, reading the word and gasping.

“what?” corrina whispers, and gina hands her the card. “oh my god! oh my god, i knew it!” the volume of her voice is loud. loud enough to wake the two of you up.

you open your eyes, startled, there are voices talking around you and your pillow is moving. you can’t exactly remember the moment you fell asleep, but your pillow has arms and is moving underneath you.

“mom?” you hear mick’s voice.

so, he didn’t leave?

“you’re together?” corinna asks, and once you finally come to your senses, you see the rest of the schumacher clan standing in front of you with wide eyes and smiles.

you sit up, and instantly regret it as you feel dizzy.

“you okay?” mick whispers as he does the same, tuning out the curious gazes of his family.

“yeah, just… got up too quickly,” you answer, giving him a small smile, and you’re instantly hypnotized by the blue of his eyes.

“hellooo?” gina says, walking to the couch and sitting between you two. “what’s this?” she shows you the card. “thank you for being-” she starts to read, pretending to be mick, who slaps a hand on her mouth to shut her up.

“ew!” mick complains, taking his hand away and wiping it on gina’s sweater. “gross,”

“gina, you’re not five years old, you have to stop licking people,” michael scolds his daughter, but can’t help the smile that curls up on his lips.

“it worked, though,” gina rolls her eyes. “so, when were you planning on telling us?” she asked you, raising an eyebrow.

“not like this, i think that’s more than obvious. what are you all doing here, anyway?”

“you never showed up to our family dinner,” corinna says.

“oh,” he looks to the clock hand off the wall, “sorry, i guess we just… fell asleep,”

“uh-huh. gross, who knows what other nasty stuff you did here instead of just ‘sleeping’,” gina gags as she finally gets up.

“we’re sorry for not telling you, it’s just… i don’t know, i feel like we didn’t even notice when things just changed.” you try to explain, throwing them a small smile as you unconsciously lean closer to mick.

“oh, god, i always knew this day would come,” corinna covers her mouth with her hands, eyes glossy. “you two have always been so… connected, throughout your entire lives, we’ve all been waiting for the moment you two became a thing. and now that it’s here, i-” she shakes her head.

“mom,” mick smiles, walking to her and hugging her.

what was at first a mother-son hug, quickly became a family one. you watch as the four of them embrace each other and they all whisper words of congratulations to mick.

“get in here,” michael opens his arms for you. you laugh as you’re squeezed into the hug.

“they’re late. again,” gina rolls her eyes as she sits back against her chair.

it’s a year later, the three schumachers are currently waiting for the two of you to get to the restaurant so you could have a family dinner. it’s been exactly a year since they caught you sleeping on his couch.

“they’ll get here.” corinna smiles, “i can’t believe it’s been a year.”

“i know. here they come,” michael says as he spots you two walking hand in hand.

“you’re always late. you have to work on that if you don’t want my niece or nephew to stay in there for ten months instead of nine,” gina says, pointing to your belly, where your baby is resting inside at the moment.

“ha-ha, very funny,” mick rolls his eyes as he helps you sit down.

“how’d the appointment go?” corinna asks, making grabby hands once she notices that you’re pulling out this month’s ultrasound.

“good, all good,” mick nods, grabbing your hand under the table.

“we have news,” you smile as they all look at you eagerly.

“what is it?” corinna asks, and you look at mick, and you nod at him, telling him it was okay for him to share it.

“well, when the little one is born… we won’t be outnumbered anymore, dad,” he smiles, and you watch as they all slowly realize what mick just said.

“a boy!” corinna says, getting up from her seat and walking to you.

“a little grandson,” michael smiles as you all hug.

“have you thought of names yet?” gina asks.

“we have a few in mind,” you smile, feeling mick tightening his hold on your thigh.

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blue eyes | l. norris

pairing: lando norris x singer!reader word count: 2.3k words request: yes/no by anon: "for lando what about him in the early stage of a relationship with a singer or actress who went through a breakup with someone like harry styles with fine line and feels insecure and jealous hearing all the love songs & break up songs about the reader? maybe she writes him a love song or they go public to prove to him that she's serious about her feelings towards him or smth??? idk random thought okay bye love you" guuuurl i'd been saving this one for the right time. prompt: forgot to get anything from this prompt list. warnings: language, jealous!lando(maybe??), insecure!lando, lovesick!lando. a/n: the year is 2012, taylor swift and harry styles kiss at midnight in new york city. all is well. then, they break up. and me, i am a child of divorce. haylor was the best thing that could ever happen to 13-year-old me. and i was completely devastated when they broke up. and seeing them interact last year at the grammys???? hello???? i'll tag all the fics as illicitvalentine's so it's easier to keep track of them.

my masterlist / valentine's day masterlist / this is a part two of 'ring pop'

(eyes eyes eyes eyes eyes)

‘remember you have the tour meeting today in 20 minutes.’ your agent texts you.

‘got it.’ you reply, slipping away from lando’s arms.

“where are you going?” he asks, making grabby hands at you. you smile, leaning forward to peck his lips.

“i just remembered i have a zoom meeting in 20 minutes, i need to get ready,”

“ooh, can i join?” he asks, sitting up on the couch.

“it’s going to be pretty boring, tour stuff, but you can join me if you want to,” he smiles, walking to you and wrapping his arms around you, “i don’t know what’s going on with me. i’ve been losing track of time, i don’t even know what day i’m living in." you'd been staying at lando's place for the last month, enjoying the free time you both had.

“that’s what happens when you don’t take breaks often,” he bumps his nose against yours, “you needed to rest,”

“i did. but i need to get my shit together, i can’t go around forgetting what’s going on around me,” you chuckle.

an hour later, you’re deep in the meeting, discussing dates, ticket prices and opening acts.

“and then after coachella you have a three-week break,”

“that’s nice,” you nod, writing down everything your publicist, agent, and touring coordinator are saying. “how many tour dates are we contemplating?” you ask, scratching the back of your neck.

“15 across europe, asia and australia, 5 in south america, and 15 in north america,”

“starting?”

“march,” you wince internally, you’d been looking forward to being with lando for the first race of the season. and selfishly, you also wanted him to attend your first concert of the tour.

“before the 20th,” you state and they nod. “i’d like to have that week off, please, and the 21st as well,” you explain. even though you’d only been with lando for a month and a half, you were in for real. after all the pining and teasing, you weren’t letting go of him anytime soon, and you wanted to prove it by being there to support him whenever you could. you knew that he’d try his best to be there for you as well, but you could control your schedule a bit more than him.

“got it. any other dates?”

“i don’t remember the exact dates but i want silverstone weekend, monaco, monza, russia and abu dhabi,” you say, watching them all write it down.

the meeting continues, and your attention starts to drift away as you see lando outside, setting a table up. you grab your phone and text him the emoji of the two eyes, and you watch through the window as he pulls his phone out of the back pocket of his jeans and reads something, what you assume is your message. he starts looking around frantically, finding you on the living room, looking straight at him. you watch as he rushes inside, closing the curtains.

“no peeking!” he says, and you’re grateful your microphone is off and that the rest of your team couldn’t hear you.

“everything okay, (y/n)?” your agent asks, and you nod with a smile on your face.

eventually, your meeting ends and most of the details of the tour are discussed, you feel happy and excited at the thought of finally getting back on a stage, the christmas concert was the first in a while for you, so you were desperately craving the thrill of seeing an ocean of people screaming and dancing to your music.

lando is still outside, and you’re about to step out to the patio before you remember what he told you. you don’t want to ruin whatever he’s working on, so you text him instead.

‘i’m done. can i come out now? i want to spend some time with you before i have to leave tomorrow.’

instead of a reply, you see your curly-haired boyfriend walk in, a shit-eating grin on his face.

“what did you do?” you ask, cocking your head to one side.

“so, i know you have to leave tonight, and that means that we don’t get to spend valentine’s together,” he starts, and you frown.

“wait, what-”

“so i thought we could move it and celebrate today,” he smiles, sliding his hands around your waist.

“but- valentine’s is next week,” you mumble, panicking on the inside.

“no, it’s tomorrow, look,” he pulls out his phone, showing you the lockscreen. a photo of you the night of your concert, and there, below the time. sunday, february 13th.

“oh, my god. i completely forgot. i’ve been living one day at a time since i got here and…” you ramble, your eyes widening as you come to your conclusion, “i didn’t get you anything,” you whisper, your heart sinking down to your stomach. “i’m so sorry, i had it all planned out, i was supposed to go to-” you stop yourself, realizing you could still surprise him, even if it wasn’t on the day planned or expected.

“babe, i don’t care about gifts or whatever, i only want to spend this day with you. don’t worry. plus, i understand, you’ve got your tour coming up, and that’s your main focus, i get it,” he smiles, kissing your cheek. you relax a little under his touch. “don’t worry. now, come here, i want to show you what i did,” he sounds excited, and his smile reaches his eyes. you sigh, letting him hold your hand and lead you outside.

“lando, i love this,” you lean against his shoulder.

in the middle of the patio, there’s a small table for two and two wooden chairs on opposite sides of it.

“come on,” he walks you and helps you with your chair as you sit down. he sits in front of you as you look at the food in front of you.

“did you make it,” you narrow your eyes at him, a playful smile on your face.

“are you sure you want the truth?” he says, making you laugh.

after spending the perfect afternoon with him, you return to the living room, where lando suggests you dance for a little while.

“i don’t know about you, but i really like this song,” he says, connecting his phone to a speaker, you smile, thinking he’s teasing you and is about to play one of your songs, but when the familiar notes hit you, you panic. “walk in your rainbow paradise,” he starts, moving his shoulders as he tries to dance, “come on, baby, you’re supposed to be the singer in this relationship,”

oh god. what were you supposed to say now?

you stand there, watching him vibing and dancing to a love song that your ex-boyfriend wrote about you.

“i- i didn’t know you like harry,” you say once the song is over.

“i mean, i’m not a hardcore fan but… his music almost compares to yours.” he smiles, leaving you there as he walks to the kitchen. “hey, you know him, right? i remember watching a video of you two at the grammy's last year,”

“uhh, yeah, i know him,” you answer shortly.

“do you know who any of his songs are about?”

“umm… are you sure you want the truth?” you ask, plopping down on his sofa. your voice is small, nervous.

“oh, so you do know! tell me, tell me,” he grabs your legs, placing them down on his lap as he sits next to you. you’re not smiling, no laugh or light chuckle comes out of you as he stares at you. “what?”

“i don’t want you to feel bad, or start overthinking things,” you warn.

“why?” he asks, his voice low and short.

“it’s about me. ‘adore you’, it’s about me.”

“what? you dated harry styles?!”

“lando, wait,”

“i just need to process this. my girlfriend is harry styles’s ex.” he says, eyes blown wide in disbelief. “but… there were never any rumors or anything, i-”

“it was something really short. we’d been friends for a while, decided to try it, but it didn't work out in the end. now we’re just friends.” you explain the truth.

“are- are there more songs about you?” he asks, letting you grab his hands and lace your fingers together.

“golden. he’s never told me but i’m pretty sure it is about me. he used to say i’m a golden ray of sunshine,” you explain, smiling at the memory.

“oh,” lando says, and your hand goes up to his face.

“but he’s my past. i swear to you. i’ve been waiting for you since you popped up on my tv. i only want you, okay?” you promise him. planting soft kisses on his cheek and the rest of his face. “okay?” you whisper on top of his lips, barely touching them.

“okay,” he sighs, and you connect your lips with his.

“wait, did you ever write a song about him?” he narrows his eyes, his brain scanning through your entire discography.

“yes, i did write a song about him,” you admit.

“just one? which one?” lando asks. you sigh before answering.

“style, obviously, and-”

“wait, style is about harry styles?” he exclaims.

“i mean… i wasn’t so subtle about it,” you shrug, a small smile on your face, “and wildest dreams,”

“no way! i love that song. shit,” he drops your hands, falling on the sofa dramatically. “now i’ll never be able to hear it again,”

“i’m sorry,” you apologize, pouting a little as you lay on top of him. “i’m almost finished with my new album, though.” you lift an eyebrow.

“you wrote a song about me?” he asks, a hint of excitement in his voice.

“maybe. you’ll have to wait until march 4th to find out.”

“your new album comes out on march 4th?!” his eyes widen in excitement, which you knew would happen. he’s been your number one fan for a long time, and even getting the tiniest inside scoop would help ease his anxieties for a little while.

you drop the subject, wanting to lift his mood and talk about something else. you knew that it had bothered him, but since your relationship had been a short-lived one, you didn’t think much of it. of course, the topic would arise one day, you just wished it hadn’t been the day before valentine’s, the day you forgot to get him some token of appreciation.

you had to make it up to him.

“this night has been incredible, thank you so much for joining me. i hope you’ve had a nice time,” you smile, taking out your earpiece to hear the loud screaming and yelling of the crowd. it’s the first night of tour, one week before the first f1 race of the year. “i’ve loved hearing you singing along to each song, it really warms my heart that you take the time to learn all the words, as it adds life to them.

“about two weeks ago, i dropped my new album ‘rollercoaster’, and it’s been so amazing to hear you all sing the lyrics to the new songs. but, this next song, is one you’ve never heard before, because it’s part of the deluxe edition, which comes out next week,” you continue. “and there’s a funny story behind this song. i wrote it on valentine’s day,” there’s a sudden burst of cheers, and you pause as you hear them, “i actually forgot to get someone a present, and he’d done the sweetest thing for me, and of course i felt bad, and i just knew i had to make it up to him somehow. in the end, i didn’t get him anything, per his request, but i wrote this instead. i hope this makes up for it,” you smile, letting your eyes find lando, who’s sitting wide eyed, he has his phone out, recording everything, but his eyes are on you. the real you.

“this is called ‘blue eyes’. i hope you all like it.”

“you wrote me a song!” lando yells as you enter your dressing room backstage. you smile at him, letting him hold your face in his hands and connect your lips together.

“you already knew that,” you lift an eyebrow.

“but you wrote me a secret song!” he grins, bright and wide and happy.

“did you like it?” you ask, biting your lip as he nods his head vigorously.

“of course i did! you’re like midas, everything you do is absolute perfection,”

“thank you,” you whisper, feeling your face heat up under his stare. “does this make up for-”

“of course it does, you wrote me a freaking song!” he says, his arms around your waist as he lifts you up. “i could marry you right now,”

“whoa! slow down, buddy.” you laugh, “one day at a time, remember? i know we’ve teased each other online for a long time now, but we’ve only been dating for three months.” you remind him.

“fine, how much longer, then?” he rolls his eyes.

“wait, you’re serious?”

“i mean,” he shrugs. “why not?”

“you’re actually for real, right now,” your eyes are wide. a smile on your face.

“think about all the inspiration you’ll have for your new songs,” he smirks, you let your head fall back as you laugh.

“come on, blue eyes, i have to do the meet and greet now,” you hold his hand and lead him out of the dressing room.

“you didn’t answer me, though!”

“a year.”

“a year?” he repeats, making sure he heard you correctly.

“a year.” you nod.

“okay. i better start looking at real rings this time,”

“the ring pop you gave me was quite nice,” you laugh, remembering the first time you met.

“would you marry me with a ring pop?” he asks, biting his bottom lip.

suddenly, a sentence crosses your mind.

i like shiny things, but i’d marry you with paper rings.

“ask me and find out.”

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black cat | c. leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x actress!reader word count: 2.4k words. request: yes/no by anons: "could you maybe write something about charles leclerc going over actress!y/n’s lines with her, maybe like in the car on a road trip or something like that. you don’t have to or anything it’s quite a vague description also love your writing:)))" thank you so much! i hope you like this. & "hi love, would it be okay for you to do #15 and #30 from the fluff prompt list with charles please? thank you sm! i absolutely love your writing, its so amazing and beautifully well written! <;33" thank you so so much! & "please i NEED more charles with actress!reader" the very much-awaited return of actress!reader is here. prompt: surprise date while working late from this prompt list. & fluff #15: "i'm right here." & fluff #30: "i've been in love with you since we were kids." from this prompt list warnings: language, i really don't know what else lmao. a/n: felicia hardy/black cat is a marvel character, she's a villain who falls in love with spiderman. just like my xmas fics, PLEASE DON'T SEND REQUESTS FROM THE VALENTINE'S PROMPT LIST. i'll tag all the fics as illicitvalentine's so it's easier to keep track of them.

my masterlist / valentine's day masterlist

(what the fuck is this)

“hi, baby, did i wake you?” you asked as charles’s face filled your computer screen.

“don’t worry about it, amour. how are you?”

“missing you,” you replied instantly, a sad smile on your face.

“i miss you too, ma belle. have you gotten your new call sheet for next week?” charles asked, a hopeful expression on his face.

“not yet. i think i’ll have valentine’s day off,” you smiled. it was your first valentine’s day as a couple, and you were both looking forward to spending it together, but now your shooting schedule was getting in the way. “we’ve shot more than expected, so i really hope i can squeeze a day or two away,”

“that would be lovely, princess, but don’t stress yourself too much if you can’t, okay? we can celebrate some other day,” charles smiled, but it only made your heart hurt more.

“i know. but it’s our first and-”

“and it won’t be our last,” he reassured you, “we’ll have so many more valentines together. we’ll be fine. i’ve been in love with you since we were kids, (y/n), i’m not going anywhere, we’ll be alright if we miss one special day together, okay?”

you nodded, looking around your trailer, it was filled with polaroids of you and charles, small reminders of home.

“how was your day? tell me everything,” he smiled, and you sighed as a small grin slowly made its way on your face.

“it’s been so great. i still can’t believe i landed this role,” you shook your head, still in disbelief that you were actually part of the mcu.

“you deserve it, amour.” he made your stomach feel funny, like it was tied in happy knots. “now, tell me everything,”

you grinned, ranting on and on about what you’d done that day, your fellow actors that had showed up on set that day, the scenes you got to shoot.

“i feel like the luckiest girl in the world,” you admitted, leaning your head back against the wall. “have you been to the factory recently?” you asked.

“for training, mostly, and the other day, i-”

“(y/n)! schedules!” there was a knock on your trailer door, as someone called your name.

“coming! sorry, i’ll be right back,” you placed your computer on your previous spot on your small bed, running to open the door, “hey,” you greeted the poor intern who was in charge of handing out the schedules.

“here you go. we’ve also sent them in an e-mail, and your team has them as well,” he explained, handing you the schedule with the scenes you were going to film next week, as well as the cast call.

“great, thanks,” you smiled. he nodded at you, waving goodbye as he left for the next trailer.

you walked back, finding charles exactly as you’d left him. you picked up your laptop and balanced your laptop on your lap as you extended your legs.

“sorry about that, what were you saying?” you tried to get back to your previous topic, but charles’s attention was on the small stack of paper in your hands.

“what’s that? can you show me?” his eyes widened at the possibility that he could have an inside scoop on the newest marvel film.

“it’s the schedule for next week. oh! wait,” you held the schedule in front of your face, scanning it until you reached the fourteenth of february. there it was.

(y/n) (y/l/n) - felicia hardy/black cat

february 14th - 8:00 am - 4:00 pm

february 15th - 5:00 am - 12:00 pm

“no!” you grunted. “i have to be here all day. and really early the next day,” you dropped the paper sheets on the floor, “i’m sorry, i-.”

“hey, it’s okay. don’t worry. like i said, we can celebrate some other day, i can wait for you,” he reminded you.

“but, i-”

“hey, how many times have we had to adjust to my schedule? we can do the same for you. it’s okay, love.”

“okay,” you whispered, your spirits had fallen the moment you read your name on the call sheet. “okay. um, i- i should go now, i still have to drive to the hotel, and-”

“oh, yeah, don’t worry. we can talk tomorrow, okay?” you nodded, wanting to end the call as soon as you could, not because you didn’t want to talk to him, but because you really felt like crying.

“okay,” you responded. “i’ll see you tomorrow,” you gave him a small smile, eyes falling to your keyboard. “i love you,” you looked up at him.

“i love you, too. so, so much. and please, princess, don’t worry about valentine’s day anymore, okay? we’ve still got a lifetime ahead of us.”

“okay. thank you, charles. i miss you,” you pouted.

“i miss you, too. but hey, it’s one day less.”

“one day less,” you repeated. “goodnight,”

“goodnight, lovie. sweet dreams,” he ended the call.

“hey, (y/n), we’ll shoot a few scenes with tom and the rest. we’ll call you when we need you,” the director explained, and you nodded. ready to get out of the heels for a while. you walked back to your trailer, avoiding the heavy and expensive lights and sound equipment as you exited the studio.

you climbed the few steps up to your trailer, launching yourself to the small bed and taking off the high-heeled boots. you threw your arms over your head, arching your back off the mattress as you stretched. you fought the urge to roll over and hide your face against the pillows, you had make up on, and you had to be careful with it. so, you nestled your head against them, closing your eyes as you prepared to take a quick nap.

you’d been here for so many hours that you needed to rest and recharge before the next round of filming. you focused on your breathing, trying to relax so you could fall asleep faster.

a buzzing under your head woke you up. you slid your hand under your pillow and grabbed your phone, your thumb sliding across the screen without looking. you pulled the phone up to your ear.

“hello?” you mumbled.

“are you alright? why do you sound like that?” a male voice asked.

“wha- charles?” you opened your eyes, looking around you. at first you thought he was there with you, but then you realized that it was your phone.

“yeah, where are you?” he asked.

“in my trailer. the director told me they didn’t need me for a while, so i came and took a nap, you woke me up.”

“oh, sorry,”

“no, it’s okay. i should get back there and see if they need me,”

“do you know how long you’ll have to stay?” he asked, and you heard the unmistakable sound of traffic.

“charles, isn’t it like midnight back in monaco? where are you going?”

“uhh, yeah, i… i’m picking up arthur from a club,” he explained, making you frown.

“arthur’s in monaco?”

“yep,” he answered almost as soon as you finished your question.

“huh, okay.” you hummed, “well, wish him good luck on his race on saturday,”

“i will. hey, let me know when you have to go back to film, okay?”

“why?” your forehead creased as you frowned.

“i don’t know, i… i want to know what you’re doing, i miss you,”

“charles,” you sighed, “i miss you too. i’m so incredibly sorry i couldn’t be there with you today, i-”

“baby, it’s okay. i’ll see if i can clear my schedule a bit and visit you even for just two days, okay?” he offered, and you felt your heart swelling.

“really? you’d do that?” you sat up on your bed, looking to your side, to the tens of polaroid pictures stuck to your wall.

“of course! i’ts like i said the other day, we’re always adjusting to me, now it’s my turn to adjust to your schedules and needs. we’ll figure something out.” he promised.

“okay, i sh-”

“(y/n), we need you back in fifteen minutes!” a voice interrupted you.

“okay, i’ll be there!” you shouted loud enough for them to hear. “hey, i have to go, filming starts in fifteen,” you told charles, leaning down so you could put your shoes back on.

“okay. we’ll talk later?” he asked.

“yeah, if you don’t plan on sleeping tonight.” you chuckled, zipping up your boots. “bye, lovie,”

“bye, amour. good luck,”

“thank you,”

charles leclerc was freaking out. he was on the set of a freaking marvel movie. the one his girlfriend was starring in!

he hoped you’d bought the arthur lie, when in reality he was driving to the ultra secret location that someone had given him so he could surprise you. he knew how upset you were that you couldn’t be together for valentine’s day, and as much as he tried to comfort you and tell you that it was okay, he knew that deep down you were really hurt.

so, he set off on an odyssey to sneak into your trailer while you were shooting so he could surprise you with a late-night dinner in your trailer.

first, he’d contacted your agent, who spoke to the director’s assistant, a marvel producer, and finally, he was given the thumbs up.

he parked his rented car near your trailer, and his heart skipped a beat, he stopped breathing once he saw you step out of your trailer, covered from head to toe in your black cat suit. you looked stunning, he swore it was like seeing you for the first time all over again. he waited until he got a text saying filming had begun, and he grabbed everything he’d prepared and set off for your trailer.

it smelled like you. if there was something he missed more than your presence itself, was your scent. sweet, light, like flowers and fruit, both at the same time. it lingered in the air, a sign that you’d been there.

he stared at all the polaroids that you stuck to your wall, it reminded him of the small sticker of a black cat he stuck to his car once you got confirmation that you got the role back in may of last year. a small token of you that was with him whenever he got in his car.

he fought back tears, he’d missed you so much. he was going to make the best of the few days you had together before he had to go back to italy for the ferrari car reveal. he took a deep breath, switching to focus mode so he could get everything ready.

“i’m dead,” you sighed, chuckling as everyone clapped, you’d just finished shooting the last scene of the day.

“yeah, me too,” tom nodded.

“being an antiheroine is draining.” you took off the mask that covered half of your face, handing it to your costume assistant so she could take care of it. “i love it, though.” you grinned, scrunching your nose.

“i know the feeling. it’s like your life’s completely turned upside down. and you want to prove your worth but everything is so different that you start losing the track of everything,” tom said, probably speaking from personal experience. you began walking away from set, saying goodbye to everyone you passed by and thanking them for a great day of work, as you made your way to costume and make up, so they could keep the suit safe.

“who are you and how did you read my mind?” you teased, laughing with him. “that’s exactly how i’m feeling. i’m so happy to get this role and opportunity, but at the same time i just want to go back to charles.”

“how is he, by the way?” tom asked, you’d talked so much about him that he already felt as if he knew him.

“it was so weird, we talked earlier today when i had my break, and he said he was picking up his brother, arthur, from a club. but he’s supposed to be in dubai, just yesterday he had a race, and he has another one this weekend. i don’t know, maybe i’m overthinking it,” you shrugged, “well, i’ll leave you here, i need to get this off me right now,” you chuckled. “say hi to z for me,” you smiled.

“i will,” tom nodded, and you noticed his cheeks turning a light shade of pink, “goodnight,”

“night!” you waved at him one last time before closing the door behind you, your team quickly helped you out of your suit and you got into some sweats and one of charles’s shirt, your usual uniform for the past month. you didn’t know why, but you decided to keep the makeup on. you said goodbye and walked to your trailer so you could gather your things and leave.

weird. you didn’t remember turning on your string of fairy lights.

you opened the door and gasped, there were rose petals and confetti on the ground, the trailer was filled with a scent of vanilla, no doubt coming from the lit candles all around you. your small coffee table was filled with your favorite sweets, there were paper bags full of greasy fast food that made your stomach grumble.

and there, laying down on your bed, asleep (of couse he had fallen asleep while waiting for you), was charles.

your eyes were burning as they filled with happy tears. you ran to him, jumping on the bed and straddling his lap as you grabbed his face, meeting his shocked/surprised/scared face at the abrupt awakening.

“you’re here! i can’t believe you’re here! how are you here?” you rambled, “wait, don’t answer, just kiss me,” you stopped him and held his face in your hands gently, pressing his lips on yours for the first time in so long, certainly the longest period of time you’d been away from each other since you began dating, the years you spent yearning after him as his friend didn’t count.

“i’m here. i’m right here.” he assured you, wrapping his hands around your body and pulling you closer to him.

“i love you so much, thank you so much for this, i-”

“it’s the least i could do, mon amour. you’ve done so much for me, it was about time i give something back to you.”

“what did i do to deserve you?” you asked, shaking your head in disbelief.

“stick with me through my highs and lows… love me unconditionally… being my number one supporter,” he listed, “want me to keep going?”

“yeah, it’s good for my ego,” you joked, even though you felt so many emotions at the time, you were trying your hardest not to cry at that moment, it was nice hearing how valuable you were to someone you loved. “thank you, my love.”

“i’m always going to be here, whenever you need me.”

“felicia, don’t do this. we both know there’s so much more to you than this. don’t give into the dark side,” charles read off your script, you were currently driving to set and you needed to rehearse the lines for today’s big scene.

“but what if i’ve always been on the dark side?” you recited, hearing your voice cracking as you spoke. this was an intense, emotional scene. “what if this is who i really am? and all this time i’ve been pretending to be something i’m not.”

“i know you, felicia. i know this isn’t the real you. please. take my hand, come with me,”

“i can’t,” you shook your head, trying to keep the tears in control so you could see the road clearly. “i’ll only end up hurting you, peter. i have to do this,"

you waited for charles to read the next lines, you turned your head a bit, watching him reading with wide eyes.

"charles," you called his name, but he didn't react. "charles, line,"

"you have to do what?!" he yelled once he finished reading the scene. "you leave him," he narrowed his eyes at you, staring accusingly. "why can't you just stay with him? he's good for you," he crossed his arms over his chest, almost pouting.

"it's what's natural for the character. she has a rough past, that's led her to become a villain, she's afraid to fall in love, and now that she has, she's afraid of losing it," you explained, "plus, the offer she gets is something she's familiar with. it sucks that she's had such a bad past and that's what leads her to destroy the only good thing she's ever had," you continued. "it's tragic, but hopefully we can learn more from her in the sequel,"

"will there be a sequel?" charles asked, a bit more open to you now that you explained your character's motives. he placed a hand on your thigh, something you'd missed dearly.

"i hope so," you let out a shaky, nervous breath.

"i'm sure it will. and if not, i'll create a petition so you can at least get your own spinoff series," you laughed at his words, letting one hand off the wheel and placing it on top of his.

"thank you, i'd love that,"

"it's the least i could do for you, ma belle," he gripped your hand and brought it up to his lips, kissing your knuckles.

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cinema | c. leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x reader word count: 2.2k words. request: yes/no by @lovely-leclerc: "hey love! please could you do number 10 with charles <33 thank you so much, i adore your writing 💗" thank u so much! i hope you like this<3 prompt: movie night from this prompt list. & fluff 10: "stop moving and let me braid your hair." from this prompt list. warnings: aah maybe language, mild spoilers for crazy rich asians (the movie), mentions of the panoramic. idk what else. a/n: omg day five! just like my xmas fics, PLEASE DON'T SEND REQUESTS FROM THE VALENTINE'S PROMPT LIST. i'll tag all the fics as illicitvalentine's so it's easier to keep track of them.

my masterlist / valentine's day masterlist

(i love him)

you sit on the couch, the bowl of popcorn in your lap as charles sits down next to you with two bags of chips in his hands.

“everything ready?” he asks.

“yup,” you nod your head, taking the remote in your hand. “what do you feel like watching tonight?” you ask as you scroll through your netflix feed.

“horror?” he asks, you raise an eyebrow. “i’ve been wanting to watch that flower girl movie,”

“are you sure you’re up for it?” you ask, genuinely concerned for him. you know how he gets when he watches something even slightly scary.

“is it bad? like… gory and stuff?” he slides next to you, being careful with the food next to you.

“yup. and we definitely shouldn’t be watching this at night.”

“but… the movie looks so bright, so colorful,” he pouts, and you chuckle, pecking his lips.

“that’s the point,” you explain. “we can watch it if you want to, just…” you shrug your shoulder.

“let’s watch something else instead. we can watch a commentary about it on youtube instead,” he rushes the words out. and he sounds so serious and so determined that you just nod and keep scrolling. “crazy rich asians?” he suggests.

“you sure?” you ask.

“is it good?” you feel his hand around your shoulders, and you rest your head against his.

“very. i think you’ll like it,” you press play and leave the remote on the arm of the couch. you munch on your snacks as you watch the movie, and charles gasps, laughs, and sighs during the right scenes.

“i like her friend,” he refers to peik lin, the main character’s best friend.

“i know, she’s hilarious,” you agree.

by the end of the movie, you can help but tear up a little at the airplane scene, even though you’d already watched the film countless times. your eyes drift to your side, where charles is trying his hardest not to let his tears fall.

“charles,” you whisper, throwing an arm around his shoulder.

“he loves her so much,” he sighs, and you pepper his entire face with kisses as he keeps watching the movie. “oh, there’s a party,” he continues, wide eyes watching everything. “oh, she better have her happy ending!” he points to the screen, where gemma chan’s character makes eye contact with an attractive guy. you just laugh, squeezing him close to you as the movie comes to an end, a cover of coldplay’s yellow is everything you can hear.

“so, verdict?” you raise an eyebrow, smiling as charles cleans his face.

“please tell me this movie won at least one oscar,” he holds your face in his hands.

“sadly, no,” you shake your head, “it won best comedy at the critics’ choice, though,”

“that’s bullshit,” he says, you just nod your head. having been a fan of movies almost your entire life, you’d lived the shock and backlash online.

“yeah. what do you wanna watch next, loverboy?” you kiss him again, standing up to stretch.

“la la land,” he answers immediately.

“you can put it on, i’ll go make more popcorn,” you lean down and grab the empty bowl, walking to charles’ kitchen and opening a new bag. you place it in the microwave, watching the bag spinning around, inflating as the corn begins popping. you hear charles’ footsteps behind you.

“i’d kill for a slushie right now,” he says as he slides an arm around your waist, placing his chin on top of your head. you hum.

“me too. i miss the movie theater so much.” you let out a sad sigh. before miss rona, you’d visit the cinema almost weekly, sometimes twice a week when you wanted to rewatch a really good film. but now, things were still so complicated that you hadn’t had the courage to go back yet.

“soon, lovie,” he reassures you, and you nod your head. the beep of the microwave startles you both, and you reluctantly leave his arms to attend to the popcorn. “i know watching films here, in my couch with homemade snacks is not the same, but,”

“no, no, i didn’t mean it that way. it’s just… films, and the cinemas have always been such a big part of my life, and it’s been hard not having it anymore.” you say, smiling sadly, “and i know that it’s so stupid to complain about it when i have the opportunity to be safe and watch them at home, when there’s people out there that have it way worse than me. but… i just miss it,” you ramble, leaning against the counter.

“baby, no, it’s not stupid. we’re both really privileged people but… we all miss the world the way it used to be. and it’s been hard on everyone… not having the things that you loved doing.”

“and i love watching films with you. and i love that you’re not afraid to hide your emotions when you think a story is sad, or happy, or both,” you chuckle. “and i love explaining all the little details to you, and i love that you listen to me.” you tell him. “i just love you, completely.”

“wow, thanks for making me cry… again,” he laughs, leaning down to kiss your lips softly, his knuckles rubbing your cheek. “i love you, too. completely. now, come on, let’s go watch a movie, promise to not move and let me braid your hair,” he says as he runs a hand through your hair. he always loved playing with your hair because he knew it helped you relax.

days later, you find yourself repeating that night’s routine, you and charles, sitting on his couch while you eat junk food and watch movies. you’re currently watching ‘harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban’.

“did you know that this was the first movie that i ever watched in theaters?” your fingers are playing with charles’ hair, his head is on your lap.

“really? mine was ‘shrek’.” he says, and you let out a laugh.

“that makes so much sense,” you nod your head as you speak. feeling the same mix of emotions as you watch the last thirty minutes of the film. “i solemnly swear that i am up to no good,” you recite the last line, taking a deep breath as you smile, hearing the familiar and comforting music as the credits roll. “i would do anything to watch this movie for the first time again,” you say, your fingers tangling with charles’s soft strands of hair.

“it’s so beautiful, you know?” he says as he smiles at you.

“the movie?” you nod, but he shakes his head side to side.

“your love for movies, stories,” he lifts a hand, his fingers brushing against your cheek. “no matter how many times you watch a movie you always get so excited, like it’s the first time you’ve watched it.”

“because every time i watch a film i discover new things,”

“exactly. you notice things most people don’t. it’s beautiful,” he lifts his head from your lap, locking his lips with yours. it’s messy and awkward because he’s sideways, but you melt into it nonetheless.

“i should go now,” you whisper on his lips, leaning back a little.

“stay, it’s saturday tomorrow,” he whimpers.

“i can’t. i changed my meetings to tomorrow so i could have valentine’s day free, remember?” you peck his lips as you try to lift him off your lap.

“i’ll drive you to work tomorrow. just… stay tonight,” he pouts, hands around your waist to keep you in place.

“fine. but i have to get up early, okay?” you say, knowing that you have everything you need for the next day here.

“sure,” he says, snuggling his head against your stomach.

“you won’t complain when i wake you up early in the morning?” you smile, fingers on his hair.

“maybe a little. but i’ll get over it. now, put on another movie,”

“okay, just don’t fall asleep on me, mister,” you tease, knowing that he’s absolutely going to fall asleep on your lap.

it’s sunday, the day before valentine’s. you’re spending the afternoon with charles and sleeping in his apartment that night. you open instagram as you wait for your meal to cool a little. you sigh as you see stories of some of your friends together in the cinema, watching the new spiderman movie. there’s a knock on your door, you try to erase the sadness from your face as you open it, seeing charles holding a sunflower.

“thought of you,” he smiles as he hands it to you. you smile, but it doesn’t reach your cheeks, which he notices. “is everything okay?” he asks as he walks in and closes the door behind him.

“yeah, i just… i’m being melodramatic,” you fake a smile, feeling charles slide his hands around your waist.

“my love… what is it?” he asks, and you shake your head.

“nothing. it’s just… i miss the cinema. it’s dumb, i know, we’ve already been over this,” he cuts you off by placing his lips on yours.

“exactly, i already told you that it’s okay to miss thing you love, okay?” you nod.

“can we- talk about something else? i don’t-” you don’t finish, just shrug your shoulder in defeat as you grab charles’s hands.

“of course. do you have everything you’ll need?” he asks, changing the subject. you nod your head.

“yeah, i packed my bag a few hours ago,”

“did you-”

“i packed the onesie, yes,” you interrupt him, laughing as his cheeks redden.

“perfect,”

after finishing your meal, you grab your stuff and walk out of your apartment holding his hand. he leads you to his car, helps you in and places your bag on the backseat. he starts to drive away from your apartment building, and you notice he doesn’t take the left turn to go to his.

“where are we going?” you ask, frowning a little.

“you’ll see,” he can’t help the small smirk that settles on his face.

after driving for a few more minutes, he reaches a beautiful house. there’s a huge garden in front, with flowers and a few trees.

“this is our home for today and tomorrow,” he says as he parks in front of the house.

“charles,” you whisper, a grin slowly making its way on your face.

“come on, there’s still something i want to show you,” he says as he turns off the car. he grabs both of your bags, which now you understand why he wanted to place your bag in himself, and steps out of the car, you following shortly after.

there’s a whitepicket fence around the house, the grass is a bright green and the flowers are colorful, they don’t care that it’s the middle of winter. you step inside the property, feeling excited butterflies fluttering inside your stomach.

“can you get the key?” charles asks, turning a little on his side. you nod, taking the key from the pocket in his jeans. you walk the few steps up to the front porch, noticing the wood porch swing sitting in front of a window, and open the door.

“charles, it’s beautiful,” you whisper once you walk in. it is everything a home should be. big open spaces, a set of double french doors leading up to what you assume is the backyard. you can’t really see because there is something covering it. “i love this,”

after dropping off your bags in the master bedroom, you walk downstairs, where charles tells you he has a surprise prepared for you.

“you know i don’t like surprises,” you give him a small smile. he just shrugs his shoulder as he leans in an places a soft kiss on your temple.

“i think you’ll like this one,” he says, grabbing your hand and leading you out of the house through the front door. you follow him, and he takes you through the side of the house, where you can see a big tree right by the back fence. you keep walking, watching the sunset sneaking in through the leaves and branches of the tree. he stops you just when you’re about to reach the end of the house and finally see the backyard. “are you ready?”

“i don’t know,” you laugh nervously.

“go ahead,” he instructs, nodding his head. he lets you lead, and you feel his hands on your waist as he walks behind you.

covering the double french doors is a white projector screen. there’s a blanket on the grass, with soft pillows and cushions. there’s a projector set up, and on the screen you can see the paused title screen for ‘harry potter and the prisioner of azkban’.

“i know it’s not the real cinema, but i thought-”

“it’s perfect.” you cut him off, turning around in his arms. you place your hands on his face and lead his lips to yours. “it’s perfect, i love you. i- thank you.”

after he showed you everything he’d prepared, all the snacks he bought from the theater and brought home with him, you two settle down on the blanket, surrounded by all the pillows and spend the rest of your night watching movies you both love.

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