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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ scoops~ellie & abby
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ serving size~headcanons (211 words)
౨ৎ ellie
her room: i feel like her room would be cluttered with so much stuff, but it’s either useful items of memories. like she would have had boxes of old sketchbooks, or notes people have given her, or little trinkets she found. she would have a whole bunch of posters of different fandoms or artists. some that she bought and some she drew herself. she always has some sort of light on, whether it be a woodsy candle or her nightlight that’s in the shape of a planet.
her pj’s: she would basically wear boxers and hoodie to bed every night, but her favorite is minecraft boxers. she would probably like spider-man or spongebob ones too.
౨ৎ abby
her room: i feel like her room would be pretty neat. her bed would be made most of the time, nothing on the floor, and her room always smells like some sort of flower. she loves wooden furniture for sure. she has shelves of books and dozens of plants that she carefully looks after. would have a lamp as her nightlight but it’s one of those office ones.
her pj’s: she would wear a tank top and pj pants for most of the time. sometimes she would wear shorts if it gets too hot. secretly loves the cartoon characters pj pants.
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⊹˚✧ loser!abby who had a normal routine for her weekends. wake up, eat a light breakfast, hit the gym, come home, shower, and either study or game for the rest of the day.
⊹˚✧ loser!abby who was particularly excited for the gym today when she looked over her log, seeing that it was arm day.
⊹˚✧ loser!abby who went through her regular circuit of workouts, getting through the first round before taking a break to drink water and check her notifications.
⊹˚✧ loser!abby who scrolls through the usual push notifications, sipping from her water bottle, manspreading on the bench with her elbows rested on her knees.
⊹˚✧ loser!abby who's scrolling through her instagram when she gets the little banner notifying her that you, her darling roommate, posted. (because of course she has notifications on for when you post.)
⊹˚✧ loser!abby who clicks on it almost instantly, scrolling through the photo dump from your recent trip to the beach with your friends.
⊹˚✧ loser!abby who pauses on a picture of you, all sprawled out on a beach towel, looking like divine sin itself. choking on her water, abby sets her bottle down, intently staring at the photo.
⊹˚✧ loser!abby who drinks in the sight of you in every part in the slideshow, the way your swimsuit hugs onto every curve, the way you look into the camera like you can see through the screen, see her...dear lord, she was a mess.
⊹˚✧ loser!abby who gets snapped out of her thoughts with the ring of her timer, telling her the break was over.
⊹˚✧ loser!abby who attempts to shake the lingering memory of your post out of her mind, continuing on with her circuit.
⊹˚✧ loser!abby who completely fails at this, the thought of you in that godforsaken swimsuit rippling through her mind every few minutes.
⊹˚✧ loser!abby who struggles her way through her workout, getting through it eventually, rushing her way home.
⊹˚✧ loser!abby who makes a beeline to her room as soon as she steps foot through the front door, looking under her bed for a locked box.
⊹˚✧ loser!abby who unlocks the box with the key on her necklace. abby knows she really shouldn't, but that ache between her thighs wasn't gonna solve itself.
⊹˚✧ loser!abby who hurries her way to the bathroom, turning the shower on as she starts stripping herself of clothes. fuck, she soaked her way through her boxers.
⊹˚✧ loser!abby who steps under the spray of heated water, carefully sticking the suction cup of the dildo to the glass of the shower door, ensuring it was level with her hips.
⊹˚✧ loser!abby who's way too worked up to take it slow, rubbing her swollen cunt along the length of it before lining the silicone up and easing herself onto the toy, pretending it was your strap stretching her out.
⊹˚✧ loser!abby who claps a hand over her mouth to muffle the moan that rips from her throat, using her free hand to brace herself against the wall as abby starts to fuck herself against the dildo.
⊹˚✧ loser!abby whose hips smack against the foggy glass, making soft slapping sounds that travel through the house.
⊹˚✧ loser!abby who's high and horny off the visuals of you playing in the back of her mind, practically drilling herself at this point, imagining you fucking her and gripping at her hips.
⊹˚✧ loser!abby who takes the hand off of her mouth once she gets frustrated enough with the lack of pressure building in her lower stomach, spreading her legs just a little wider to rub at her clit at a fevered speed.
⊹˚✧ loser!abby who gets close with the added stimulation, just her imagination alone not being able to get her off.
⊹˚✧ loser!abby who hears a knock at the bathroom door, your voice filtering in through the air. when the hell did you get home?
"abs? you okay in there?"
⊹˚✧ loser!abby who embarrassingly so, cums to the sound of your voice, letting out something akin to a broken sob as her legs threaten to buckle from under her.
⊹˚✧ loser!abby who barely registers your voice as she catches her breath, almost sounding embarrassed.
"This is a grade-F diamond, sir. It's 2 carats with a platinum band." The salesperson at the store started explaining as Max zoned out.
Being a Formula One Driver with multiple championships under his belt came with the perk of getting everything he wished for, and boy did he use it. However, the thing he wanted most, unfortunately, didn't come with a price tag on it.
He hated the name Y/N L/N, not the first part, the L/N part. He's been working tirelessly since he was 3 to change it to Verstappen and he's closer now than he ever was. Yet a little voice in him constantly whispered "What if you're not good enough for her?" Max knew that voice wasn't wrong.
2015
Max really missed his best friend. He was extremely grateful that he was on a flight home right now because he wasn't sure how long his sanity would last.
Max was ready to sprint to your house the minute they landed, but his father had other plans. Jos had arranged for a meeting with Max's team to discuss the season so far. Scoring points in his debut Formula One season wasn't something Max expected. He knew it was expected of him but never by him. Maybe it was beginner's luck or maybe he let it get to his head, he couldn't score any points in the last few races.
By the time the meeting was over, Max wasn't sure if he was still alive. He was tormented ruthlessly by his dad. He knew it was all for his good. Everything his dad ever did was for Max to become the World Champion one day. He understood that and he was beyond guilty for messing with that plan with his incompetency. Before he realised, his legs had brought him to your doorstep.
"Maxie! You're back!" The smile on your face was enough for Max. He spent the rest of the day in your room while you caught him up to speed with everything that had happened while he was away. "Oh and then Anton kissed me at the formal! It was beautiful, Max. He brought me flowers and everything" Max could feel his eyes twitching.
He wanted to be your first kiss. He knew he wouldn't be able to make it to the dance, but he didn't know he'd be losing you that night. "Anton kissed you?" he tried to remain calm. "Yes. Love Me Like You Do was playing, and it was all very romantic. You were right, Max. It was worth the wait. He even asked me out!" He was about to lose it.
Every time you complained that you hadn't had your first kiss yet, Max would ask you to be patient. He wanted to make something of himself before he kissed you and now it backfired on him spectacularly. "You let Anton kiss you?? That wimpy little bastard?" Anton wasn't going to win a beauty pageant any time soon but you liked him. He was your boyfriend.
"Don't call him that, Maxie. I really like him. He's nice to me."
"Yeah sure, did he have to use his inhaler mid-kiss?"
"Max that is so rude! Can you not be a jerk?" You tried your best to reason with him. "No no. I wish you and Anton a happy relationship. Don't come crying to me when you find out his dick is smaller than your pinky." Max stormed out of the room, slamming the door on his way out. He knew he crossed a line. He could hear you crying. He hated the person he was in that room.
I wasted so much time on people that reminded me of you
Gave you a million reasons to walk away
Present Day
He'd been to every jeweller in Monte Carlo. Not a single one of them had a ring that would be worthy of your hand. Max was getting frustrated. He can't screw up the ring. It's the only thing that matters in a proposal. No one ever asks "Can I hear the long lame speech Max said on one knee?", it's always "Can I see the ring?" He sighed as he entered another store, Chaumet. It was supposed to have some unique pieces. The same warm tight smile welcomed him in the store. He explained to the salesperson what he was looking for. He was shown the same basic rings he saw in the last eight shops.
"No. No. No, none of these are good. I'm looking for something unique. Something extraordinary. This person means everything to me and while the ring can never be worthy of her, I want it to try." Max was exasperated. His throat was starting to close up and he looked like he was about to strangle someone. The employee gave a polite smile and went to the back. He returned with a small box.
"This is a pear-cut Amsterdam diamond. It's our rarest piece. This isn't for public display but I think this is exactly what you're looking for." The salesperson had a smirk that was proud yet humble at the same time. Max hesitantly took a closer look at the ring. It wasn't huge but it surely looked rare and exotic, just like you. "I'll take it"
2018
As you've done every year, you showed up to the Kumpen Christmas Dinner. But this time there was a man by your side. Lo and behold, it was Anton. To Max's frustration, Anton had quite the glow-up. He was no longer the skimpy little kid with an inhaler. And Max couldn't bear looking at you look at him like he hung the fucking moon and stars for you. You were supposed to look at Max that way.
"So, Max, how are things in F1 world?" You made polite conversation as you cut your steak. "It's alright," Max replied. "You know, Anton works at Goldman Sachs. Aren't they a sponsor of some Formula One team?" You questioned. "Ah yes. We sponsor Mclaren." Anton smiled. "Maybe you two should visit Max during one of his races next season. Wouldn't that be nice?" Sophie suggested. "Oh, that would be fun! We should plan that, Max." You were excited by the idea.
"I don't know. Christian wouldn't be happy with letting in Mclaren people in the garage."
"We'd come as your friends"
"Yeah, I don't think so." Max stood up dropped his serviette and walked out the door. Of course, it wasn't his first time walking out of a room you were in.
Max knew it was a really bad idea to go to a strip club. He makes bad decisions even when calm and sober, who knows what will happen when he's angry and shit-faced. He was cold from walking in the snow for the last three hours and it was the only place open at 1 am on Christmas Day.
He couldn't see well in the dark but he sort of remembered tipping a stripper €1000 for a lap dance. He was getting angrier by the second. He was losing you by the second and there was nothing he could do to get you. He waited too long and everything slipped away from him. He had officially hit rock bottom.
"Hey, sexy. I'm Y/N. You here all by yourself?" Max thought he was hallucinating. There was no way you were at the strip club. He turned to see a blonde in a baby-blue bodysuit. It wasn't his Y/N. "What's your name?" Max slurred. "It's Y/N. But I can be whatever you want tonight." She started running her finger up his torso. "No. No. I want you to be Y/N." Max got up and dragged her to the private room.
I wanna hold you hair when you drink too much
Carry you home when you cannot stand up
Present Day
It's been a week since Max got the ring. He kept it safely hidden. He couldn't find the perfect moment to pop the question. He wanted everything to be perfect for his perfect girl. He can't mess this up.
2020
"He broke up with me" You stood in front of his flat. Max took a second to process the sight in front of him. You were clearly drunk and had been crying. Your makeup was running down your face. There was a dirty bouquet tightly clutched in your hands. Max simply brought you in and sat you on the couch while he went to grab some wet wipes.
He could hear your quiet sobs from his room. His heart broke to see you like this. He wanted to kill Anton. That motherfucker should've been dead long ago. He was spared for Y/N. Nothing was protecting him now. Max put away those thoughts for a bit and worked on getting you sober.
He walked into the living room. "I threw up." You said staring at the ceiling. There weren't any emotions in your eyes. You looked like a shell of the person you once were. Max carried you to the bathroom. He'd worry about the mess later.
He sat you on the counter and started wiping away your makeup and tears. You soon started to heave and leapt towards the toilet. Max held your hair back as you were throwing up. Part of him knew this was his redemption. This was his chance to make you, his. Unfortunately, he was raised better. He wasn't going to ask you out until he was worthy of you. He discarded those thoughts and carried you to the bed, pulling a duvet over you.
"Maxie, I'm still mad at you for not making it to the formal." He heard you mumble with your eyes still closed. "Me too, schatje. Me too." He whispered and turned off the light.
But I'll build a house out of the mess
And all the broken pieces
I'll make up for all of your tears
Present Day
Max could barely focus on the slides. He was stuck in an aero meeting, but his thoughts were all on the little black box burning a hole in his pocket. Of course, he carried it to Milton Keynes. He carries it everywhere.
He replayed every scenario where he was an asshole to you. You forgave him every time, but he knew he wasn't worthy of your forgiveness. You were too pure, too sweet for him. One misstep and you'll recoil away from forever. His stomach gurgled and he started sweating. He could feel his heartbeat racing.
"Excuse me." He walked out of the room with the little modesty left in him before sprinting outside. Fresh air and your voice are the only things that could save him now.
“Hey. It’s me.”
2021
Everything was down to the last lap. This was everything Max had worked for. Every late night, every lashing from his dad, every missed formal, every second he spent away from you. It was all for this very second. As he turned towards Turn 16 in the Yas Marina Circuit, your face was all he could see. The chequered flag waved as he crossed the line. He’s won the 2021 Abu Dhabi Grand Prix, he’s won the World Driver’s Championship. Most importantly, he’s won you. He’s finally worthy of you.
He could not care less about the controversy surrounding his win. He parked his car in the No. 1 spot and ran towards his team. This was his moment, he wasn’t going to let some legal altercations take it away from him.
He spotted you in the crowd from the podium, you were crying and screaming the Dutch National Anthem. After the champagne, he chucked the trophy at his physio and ran to you. He wasn’t going to wait anymore. No more missing anything. He was all yours if you had him.
You were waiting for him near the Red Bull garage. “Y/N. I need to talk to you.” Before you could reply, he pulled you aside. “I’ve waited long enough. I spent the last 21 years making a better man of myself. I don’t know if that cancels out on all the times I’ve been rude and insensitive to you. But schatje, I promise, from this second I will do everything in my ability to make myself worthy of you and your love.”
I promise, darling, you won't regret
The best years
I'll give you the best years
Present Day
You were gonna come home any minute. Max had spent the entire day cleaning the house and cleaning it again. He even pulled out some Christmas lights and decorated the living room. “Maybe I should light some candles” He wondered out loud. Jimmy jumped onto the sofa from nowhere, scaring Max and negating the candle idea.
When he said he was going to ask you to marry him in your house, his friends and family considered it a bit unromantic. His mum and sister went as far as sending him blogs titled “Top 10 romantic spots to get engaged” But this house was more than just a house, it was home. The pair of you carefully curated and constructed this house, making it your very own.
The Smart Home system alerted Max that there was movement in the garage. You were here. He did a quick sweep of the room and sighed. He wasn’t sure if the sigh was out of anxiety or happiness, but he was going to find out in about 5 minutes.
The front door opened. “Max. I’m home.” You called out like you did every day. You placed your keys on the little Lighting McQueen and Sally key stand on the wall. Sassy was already nudging at your legs begging for attention. “Hey, girly. Where’s daddy?” You cooed. The house was a little too quiet. Maybe Max was in the sim room. You walked to the living room and turned the lights on.
“What the fuck?” were the first words to come out of your mouth when you saw the entire room glowing with Christmas Lights and Max on one knee in the middle of the room. You must be asleep. There is no way this is happening.
“Hi.”
“Hi.” You started to tear up.
“Y/N. I’ve given you a million reasons to hesitate, a million reasons to walk away. Yet you stayed by me, every single time. I couldn’t ask for a better friend, a better lover and a better wife to spend the rest of my life with. I’ve wasted so much time on people that reminded me of you when I should’ve been by your side. I want to hold your hand as we grow old. I want to carry you home when you cannot stand up. You did all those things for me when I was half a man for you. But darling, I promise, I’ll give you the best years. Will you marry me?”
“Yes, Max. I want to marry you.”
A/N: Ahh!! The first fic is out now!! I truly enjoyed writing this. If you saw this being posted on Nov 2 instead of Nov 1, as per schedule, turn the other way pls thanks. Oscar x English Love Affair is next. See you all on November 8. Send an ask to be added to the taglist.
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I was thinking about the ladynoir hug from the trailer and the significance of it and how (hot take here) that it might be more powerful than the strike back hug.
This is most likey the first time they have both seen each other since they both had to fight Monarch/Gabriel alone. Chat Noir and his fight with Nightormentor and Ladybug with Monarch.
As Adrinette they lost their significant others. Well not lost but they definitely weren't sure they were ever going to see each other for a long time (or at all)
on an individual level Marinette most likely lost her sense of herself with being tricked by Garbiel and failing and Adrien lost just about everything
an the level of Ladynoir they both feel guilty for not being their for each other in moments they needed. Well mostly Chat feels that way but I think Ladybug definitely feels bad about not being there during the battle with Nightormentor.
Anyways this hug is the two of them getting comforted by the one person they depend on the most. they are partners, they both understand on a personal level what each other is feeling.
This hug is one of comforting each other and needing to be comforted.
its the moment that they can just leave everything out in the open without any show, without having to put on a brave face.
I think in that moment Ladybug finally was able to let herself feel safe again.
No more worrying about having both Miraculous. She has her Chaton back and she is never letting go
For Chat he is seeking to comfort her and to be there for her in every way he can. Its also healing for him since he knows that he still has her. that even though he lost his father and the life he knew. He still has his lady.
okay I will stop rambling about this. I just have a lot of thoughts about this and I really hope I got my point across
tldr: LADYNOIR HUG....TRUST...TOGETHER AGAINST THE WORLD....BLAH BLAH BLAH PARTNERSHIP... COMFORT COMFORT.....HEALING
Next up on abby rambles is the hug between Nathalie and Marinette
been seeing a lot of henry cheng appreciation on my tl lately (yay! it's what he deserves!) and I have a lot of feelings about Henry I've gotta let out bc I have no where else to put them.
I first read trc back in college in 2016 (yes I know I'm aging myself by saying this) and I remember feeling... idk slighted? by gansey saying "he felt known" after hanging out with henry and blue at the toga party because it made me feel like wtf is his friendship with Ronan and Adam then?? (VERY complicated is what it is)
But obviously with age comes wisdom and I've been annually re-reading trc since then so I gain more understanding each time. Obviously with Ronan and Adam, gansey doesn't intend to put on a mask or anything, he's pretty much his most authentic vulnerable gansey with them, but you can tell he still has to restrain himself at times, he has to reign in ronan, get him to the finish line, be careful not to hurt adam with his careless words, throw money around too frivolously in front of him, etc. so I can see why Gansey can feel slightly on edge around them even if they are his best friends and he loves them more than anything.
But then here comes Henry, who is kind of like a little bit of both of them? Has the reckless nature of Ronan without the danger and the academic side of Adam etc. But most importantly he's like Gansey. Just two rich dudes who don't really care about their money but they have it and are both kinda wayward children at Aglionby without their parents looking for purpose.
But I think the line "he felt known" didn't really hit me until I moved to Seoul and I finally understood. Hear me out!
I love my best friends more than anything in this world. I think platonic love is sooo much more important than romantic love and I will die on that hill. But as much as I love my friends, we don't share the same interests, at all. Since before I've met them I've loved kpop and wanted to move to Korea (I know, I know, total koreaboo vibes) but as I got older it was less about kpop and more about ~the culture. I just wanted to live in a fun, walkable city with public transportation and tons of third spaces (as a girl who doesn't drive or have a license).
So when I finally moved to Seoul 2 years ago, I met so many people who also love Korea just FOR THE VIBES. That's truly it. It has nothing to do with kpop or being a koreaboo, it's simply that this place is fun as fuck and a genuinely great place to live in (for a couple years; as a foreigner I'll never truly be accepted in their homogeneous society so this is not my end goal). And in meeting all these people who just fucked with Korea the same way I did, not having to be embarrassed to share that I like kpop, that YES I know Korean and can say something to you right now in Korean, yes I just moved here because I wanted to, etc. and have someone else say "Me too!" was just so refreshing! And it's not so much "our interests aligned!" because I have other kpop friends and other friends who I can share interests with, it's just...idk VIBES MAN.
So one night when I was out drinking and partying with my new friends in Seoul (bc clubs here DO NOT EVER CLOSE OMGGG I STAY OUT UNTIL 7AM - I realized the only reason why I'd go home at 2-3am is bc American bars kick me out at that time, if the clubs do not kick me out apparently I don't leave?!) and we were dancing to a random kpop song that the DJ played and my friends turned to me and started singing along with me, it just hit me like "wow I feel so known right now" LIKE WOWWWW. I finally understood what Gansey meant by that line!!!!!
My best friends are my bestest friends whom I love more than anything in the world, but sometimes I still have to conceal just HOW fangirly I am over things (I AM JUST AS OBSESSIVE AS GANSEY!) because they are just casual enjoyers of things (could quite literally never be me), there's just something about making a new friend who will say "hell yeah let's go!" when I ask "want to visit xyz's kpop building?" without having to give a preamble as to why they should just pls pls pls accompany me to this thing I really want to go to.
Idk man just something about being seen for who I truly am by new friends that just stuck with me. Henry Cheng I appreciate you for making Gansey feel known and I know now that it doesn't take away from his relationships with Ronan and Adam ❤️
AND DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON HENRY'S "IF YOU CANNOT BE UNAFRAID, BE AFRAID AND HAPPY" BECAUSE THAT QUITE LITERALLY FUNDAMENTALLY CHANGED MY ENTIRE FUCKING LIFEEEEE (it's the reason I had the courage to move to Seoul on my own without knowing a single person!!)
I know this is so trivial and probably makes NO sense but I just had get my thoughts out okay sorry!
When you say that, you're just reaffirming to women everywhere that mens sports are a temple of toxic masculinity and encouraging them to see what a breath of fresh air womens sports are.
