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i don’t know if this is just me but.. seeing clips of noah schnapp in stranger things playing a gay high schooler struggling with his sexuality actually hurts so much more now.
we all watched who we thought was the straightest boy ever play the character of a gay teenager so well, not knowing that behind the whole “i’m inlove with zendaya” persona was his own form of hiding his sexuality and feeling insecure.
idk but i’m in my feels and i hope this makes sense???
yes
why only like. why not just reblog too?
i just added denny duquette to my grey’s anatomy masterlist. do your worst </3
“anonymous asked you:”
some of the best words you can see in your notifications on this app
REGGIE AT THE END HOLY SHIT
listen before i go(golden era)
just a little blurb i wrote on wattpad.
tw: references to suicidal thoughts, death, blood. please read with caution
Three months prior
Aurora stared at her reflection in the mirror. High aristocratic cheekbones, as if carved identically from her father’s face and green eyes as if color-matched to her papa’s. But they were shattered, unlike those of the man whom they matched.
Her eyes shifted to the black inky black mark that now covered her left forearm. The mark that she’d gotten out of spite. A foolish reason to sell your soul to the devil, but she was her father’s daughter, both of them known to do reckless things.
She just wanted to be seen. They’d abandoned her when she was a baby, both of them leaving her to grow up alone. Only to show up fourteen years later, for him-Potter- their best mate’s son. Not for their only daughter who was slowly breaking inside.
They’d cast her aside like a chew toy with too many holes in it, opting for the shiny Gryffindor golden boy. She wasn’t him.
Aurora now a legal adult in their world, didn’t need them anyway. She’d moved out of Grimmauld Place the moment they walked through the door, leaving a shocked silence in her wake. Disbelief at her existence, for one, thought she was dead, and the other too much of a coward to admit what he’d done.
And now, Aurora stared at the mark that tainted her skin with tears painting her pale cheeks, wishing to every deity out there that she was dead.
Unaware of the bespectacled boy who’d seen her.
※※※
"She’s one of them.“ He said boldly at dinner two nights later. All chatter stopped, eyes finding the boy-who-lived.
"Who’s one of what?” Remus Lupin questioned quietly.
"That Aurora girl, the one who was dating Cedric. She’s one of his followers now.“ Sirius’s fork dropped out of his hand, hitting the plate with a hollow clatter. "I saw her,” he continued, oblivious to the rapidly paling faces of the men next to him, “she was in the room of requirements staring at the mark on her arm.”
Fred shoved his chair away from the table and stood, “I’m going to bed,” he said before striding from the room.
"Well-“ Ron starts, "it was bound to happen, she’s a Slytherin, they’re all death-eaters. She’s horrible too, I don’t know how Diggory could stand her, she’s got no friends, always glares at Harry and us in the halls-”
George slams his fist on the table, “shut up Ronald. She has got friends, you just have your head too far up your arse to see it.” He like his brother abruptly stands from the table before striding out of the room.
Sirius is the next to leave, pale-faced and shaky. Harry tried to catch his arm in an attempt to speak with the distraught man, but the former prisoner slipped away quickly.
But nothing could ever compare to Remus Lupin’s figure. He looked to be on the verge of tears because after all, this was his fault. He left her on the steps of that orphanage, willingly abandoning his daughter in the face of grief, and now he had to pay the consequences.
※※※
now
Aurora darted throughout the department of mysteries hallways, dodging curses, and firing hexes back. Her hair had come free of her mask and was flowing like a flag as she ran.
"You’ll have to do better than that Potter!“ She heard Bellatrix cackle ahead of her. Skidding to a stop, Aurora looked around, eyes drinking in the fights going on.
Potter was attempting to duel her father’s cousin, but it seemed to be more of him ducking from her spells than a proper duel.
"Come on Aurora! Join the fun!” Just as members of the Order began to arrive, Bellatrix laughed and eyes immediately went to the youngest member of Voldemorts group.
Aurora could hear whispers now, coming from the dais in front of her, one of them sounded like Cedric, the others unfamiliar.
"Don’t do it, love, I know you’re hurt, but this won’t make it better.“
She clenched her jaw, her cold gaze meeting that of her father’s. Green clashed with grey and he eventually looked away, unable to view the hatred in her gaze any longer. The girl watched him rush to Potter’s aid, before locking her gaze on her other father, the one who’d caused her so much pain.
The one who’d given her up and tossed her aside for Potter. Before her brain could catch up with itself, she reached up and ripped the mask from her face.
Aurora Hope Lupin-Black stood in front of the Order of The Phoenix, a cold sneer on her face.
And then the spells started flying until it was her father and his cousin taking everyone’s attention. She saw it coming before he did.
A jet of red light flew from the end of Lestrange’s wand. Reducto. It would have ripped his chest to pieces had it hit him.
But there was a blur of fabric and then silence.
Bellatrix Lestrange stared in horror at what she’d done. For she’d cared for the girl.
Sirius Black stared in horror at the figure of his daughter laying on the ground in front of him, crimson staining her side.
Remus Lupin froze, eyes finding the now limp figure of his daughter at his husband’s feet.
Someone screamed.
Aurora’s lips parted as she fell, green eyes wide with fear.
The whispers were louder now, she could hear their voices clearly, calling to her.
"Aurora.” Sirius breathed, horror still painted across his features. He crouched down, rolling the girl onto her back, hands coated in crimson as he attempted to stop the bleeding from the torn flesh of her side.
Her wide green eyes looked up into his, before lazily moving toward the identical ones of Remus Lupin who’d crouched at her other side.
"Sorry I wasn’t good enough,“ she whispered, breaking eye contact with the two of them, "had to be good one last time.”
Sirius let out a sob, he’d spent thirteen years thinking she was dead, and now, after just finding out she was alive, he’d lose her again.
“It’s okay,” a faint smile crossed her face, “you have Harry, you don’t need me.”
Tears painted both men’s faces. “I’m so sorry.” Remus cried, “I thought you’d be safer!” He presses his head into her unwounded side.
"Sorry can’t save me now.“ Her voice was barely a whisper. "But I forgive you, I just wanted a family.”
For the final time, Aurora Hope Lupin-Black smiled, as the light left her pale green eyes, her body going limp in their arms.
Sirius Black screamed. His voice full seventeen years’ worth of pain, pain for the little girl he left behind thirteen years ago.
Remus Lupin sobbed, for he left his baby alone, when they needed each other the most, and never went after her.
Both men cradled the body of their daughter in their arms, unaware of the eyes upon them.
The sharpest, a pair of pale green eyes from beyond, full of sadness and relief. For she was free, and she had a family now.
Aurora Hope Lupin-Black turned, walking toward a man with long dark hair. Her hand grasped his and he led them toward a group of people, waiting with open arms to welcome the girl home.
Do u write for Gilmore Girls?
sadly not! i’ve been planning to watch it but haven’t yet. when i’ve watched a good enough amount (maybe a season?) then i’ll add it to my masterlist! i’m very sorry, but it shouldn’t take me too long <3
i will die on this hill
The inbetweeners deserved more than 3 seasons
If you see this you’re legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book you’re currently reading
i need this so bad rn
Reblog the writers’ fortune cookie for luck!
i absolutely adore this!
five times steve knows, and the one time you actually tell him | robin buckley x fem!reader (ft. platonic steve x f!reader)
description: steve knows you’re dating, even if you aren’t ready to tell him, and he’s willing to wait. it certainly give him time to get used to this new dynamic in your friendship
warnings: fem pronouns for reader, and reader referred to as robins girlfriend, swearing, steve’s pov - your relationship through his eyes, essentially - (barely) implied homophobia typical of the eighties, steve is a little lonely
a/n: for a request i can’t find but admittedly was tweaked severely, just stuck with the general secret relationship idea, hope that’s okay :)
i kind of hate this but i spent too many hours on it not to post… any feedback is welcome :)
1 .
Admittedly, the first time Steve realises that his best friends might not be quite as platonic as he thought is after he’s invited himself to what he’s beginning to suspect is a date .
Watching films together is something you have been doing since all three of you started at the video store, so when he heard you and Robin bickering over what to watch from the delivery of latest releases, he could only assume it was for a group viewing.
Now though, sitting in your basement, flanked by bottles of juice and bowls of over-sugared popcorn,it occurs to him that he’s the only one actually watching the film. At the other end of the sofa, he can hear you and Robin giggling, and he’s turning, ready to scold you for being so noisy, when he sees it, the look in Robin’s eyes.
She isn’t watching the movie, as was Steve’s suspicion, but looking at you, with all the adoration one person can fit into a single expression. And something in Steve’s chest drops sympathetically, because the last thing Robin needs is to get hurt by falling in love with her best friend.
But you’re looking at her too, and though he can’t see your expression, he can hear you laughing again, and there’s something about the whole thing that makes Steve pause; your pinky finger hooked around Robin’s, poorly hidden by your popcorn, sat on your lap.
It’s so disgustingly cheesy, and strangely intimate, that Steve’s head snaps back to the television, gulping softly at this latest discovery.
His best friends are dating.
His best friends are dating, and neither of them told him. This sharp flash of betrayal ignites in his chest, and he almost turns back to say something, to voice this strange hurt at being left to find out on his own, but then he recalls that adoring look on Robin’s face, the creases in the corner of her eyes with her smile, the soft pink colour of her cheeks, and he thinks better of ruining it for her.
His anger simmers down until it’s replaced by guilt for ever being angry at all as he recalls a conversation with Robin months ago during a late shift spent reshelving all the romances as Robin rated each one from best to worst.
“I never imagined you’d be into all the mushy shit.”
“Everyone’s into all that mushy shit, Steve,” She scoffed. “I’m not a monster.”
“I’m not.” Steve retorted, “Especially in practice.”
“That’s because you take it for granted,” She rolled her eyes, “I’d kill for some cheesy romantic shit. I want to blush when she smiles at me, and, like, just be all flustered and mushy.”
“What’s stopping you?”
He had regretted it the second he said it of course, realising once more how different it is for Robin to like women than it is for him, that he never needs to worry to be seen on a date, or holding hands, or falling in love.
He has taken it for granted, he realises now as you giggle softly again just across the sofa. He can’t help but smile a little, turning for one last glance at Robin’s pink cheeks and your intertwined fingers, and he knows he won’t say anything until you’re ready to tell him yourselves.
He is still smiling when he returns to the film again, happy for his bestfriends, all mushy and romantic for each other.
A moment later though, something causes him to remember the circumstance in which he has ended up here, third wheeling in your basement, and the embarrassment mortifies him.
How does one get out of their best friends date after inviting himself along in the first place?
2.
Weeks after the mind altering realisation in your basement, Steve Harrington has almost forgotten about it. It was easy to do so after a week of shifts working individually with either you or Robin, but never both, and whilst for a couple of days after crashing your date he expected to be told something, you seemed no closer to revealing your relationship, and he was no closer to revealing his knowledge of it.
Today though, all three of you working to cover the busy Friday shift, full of people coming to rent films for the weekend movie nights, Steve wants to scream at the pair of you, because whilst Steve is manning the register, you and Robin are passing notes.
As Steve nods along to the little old lady talking about what she thought of The Breakfast Club, he watches as you slip past Robin, pressing a little slip of paper into her palm before disappearing across the store again, and as she reads it, Robin’s face splits into a dopey looking grin.
It’s sickeningly cute and Steve can’t decide if he wants to throw up and tease them for the next century over it. He considers both for a moment as Robin gently folds the note and tucks it carefully in her vest pocket.
He rolls his eyes.
“Excuse me?”
Eyes widening, Steve realises he’s rolled his eyes at a customer, waving his hands dismissively and shaking his head defensively.
“Sorry, that wasn’t at you!” He assures hastily, “I love The Breakfast Club, especially how the nerd- and the jock and everyone…”
He lifts his hands and joins his fingers in a weak attempt to display how the characters found common ground in the end, sighing as the woman backs away from him with a disapproving look.
He drops his hands against the counter and groans.
“Jesus, Harrington,” Robin laughs just a few feet away, “We’ve moved on from scaring the girls our own age, I see.”
“Screw you, Buckley.”
She tosses him a fleeting middle finger before another customer approaches Steve at the register, thankfully without their opinion ready to bore him.
When he looks over the customers shoulder to glare again at Robin, he finds her reading the note from her pocket again, smiling giddily down at it, and then looking up to find your eyes across the store.
His frown softens and he sighs.
He’s happy for you really.
3.
“And then she like, acting as if she did me a favour to go out with me in the first place- what’s that about?”
There’s another staticky sigh across the line and Steve can tell it’s Robin trying to figure out how to comfort him. He’s been on the phone with her for twenty minutes now, retelling the story of his latest dating disaster.
“She sounds like a shitty person, Steve-“
Across the phone there is another voice that interrupts Robin, and Steve can just make it out as yours. His heart drops momentarily with the realisation he’s interrupted another date.
Then, strangely, jealousy hits him like a brick to the chest, winding him for a moment, because here he is, bitching down the phone whilst his two best friends in the world are hanging out, disgustingly in love, at Robin’s house.
He tells himself again that he’s happy for them.
And he is, but suddenly he feels lonely in a way he hasn’t since Nancy left him two summers ago. He gulps a little, twitching with the urge to hang up when he hears you telling Robin to let you have the phone.
“Steve?”
“(y/n?)”
“Hey, Steve,” You say gently, and Steves softens a little, “You okay?”
“I’m fine,” He assures, before deciding to chance his luck, “You’re at Robin’s?”
A beat of silence passes.
“Well, yeah.” You say, “You were out on a date and Robin and I were bored so…”
“Right.”
“Right.”
Robin says something Steve can’t make out across the phone, and you scold her softly with a sigh. Steve can imagine Robin pestering you, poking at you for your attention.
“Steve, that girl doesn’t deserve you, okay?”
“Huh?”
“Your date.” You clarify, “You deserve better than someone who thinks she’s better than you. You’re a sweet guy, who loves so strongly… and the only people who deserve that love are people who will give it back in the same way. So stop thinking about the idiot who made you feel like shit, and start dating people who deserve you.”
Steve smiles warmly at the conviction in your voice. He nods slowly, though you can’t see it, and you say his name to make sure he’s heard you.
“Yeah, I heard you.” Steve says, “Thanks, (y/n),”
“Don’t thank me, Steve,” You scold gently, “We’re friends.”
His earlier jealousy dissipates and he can hear Robin agreeing from somewhere beside you across the line. It’s been a much needed reminder that even together, you and robin are his friend, first and foremost.
Accordingly, he allows himself one subtle tease.
“When did you become such a romance expert?”
You laugh a little across the phone, and Steve can tell Robin is nudging you when you chuckle a small scolding warning at her to stop.
“Who knows,” You say, “Hey, do you want to come hang out now that you’re free?”
Steve doesn’t need to think about it for long before replying with a no. His jealousy may have been fleeting, but after another terrible date he’s sure the sight of you being all mushy and cute together will only bring it back.
“No, thanks though, (y/n),” He says, “Have a goodnight with Robin, yeah?”
“Of course.”
He hangs the phone back on its cradle and slouches towards the living room, dropping onto the sofa with a sigh.
For all his inner complaining, and unsaid teases, Steve thinks that you might just be restoring his faith in love, just a little.
4.
The fourth time Steve is left witness to your relationship is once again at Family Video, during an early Saturday shift of unpacking deliveries and restocking shelves.
Robin is sat on the floor in front of the thriller section, alphabetising each movie in some irrational way that will only confuse the customers, growing bored of even that.
“I can’t, I can’t do it anymore.” She announces. “I would rather go back to scooping ice cream everyday, and feeding Erica Sinclair free ice cream samples.”
Steve is so bored he agrees.
“It’s not that bad,” You say, the voice of reason. “Do you really want to go back to the sailors' outfits?”
“Oh, maybe not.” Robin admits. “but still, this is dire.”
“I don’t disagree there,” You sigh, leaning against the counter, “I want food.”
Robin perks up, standing somewhat excitedly, causing you to give her a questioning look, but Robin will do anything to get out of here for just ten minutes.
“I will go get you food, please,” Robin says, “Please, I’ll be gone fifteen minutes and I’ll bring us back coffee and-“
“Robin, you can go.” Steve decides, just to stop her rambling, “I’m sure (y/n) and I will be fine.”
“Thank god,” Robin sighs in relief.
She removes her work vest and makes her way towards the back for her coat, tossing it on with a new lease of life in anticipation of leaving.
“I’ll be back in fifteen minutes,” She assures again, turning to you, “What do you want to eat, babe?”
You freeze.
Steve freezes.
Robin takes a moment to realise her own mistake, lips parting in surprise at her own actions. After several moments of determined avoidance of eye contact from everyone, you clear your throat.
“Just some chips and a soda, please.”
Robin nods slowly, turning almost mechanically to Steve, who does his best to seem unperturbed by the situation.
“And you, Sweetcheeks?”
It takes everything in you not to fold with laughter, instead letting out only a muffled whimper as Steve stares at Robin in disbelief.
“Uh, the same.” He decides, “Please.”
Robin nods, turning quickly to the door and disappearing hurriedly without a goodbye, the store bell ringing out behind her.
Steve turns slowly to you, lips parted somewhere between horror and amusement. You give him a simple shrug, returning to emptying your box of tapes.
“Don’t look at me, Sweetcheeks.” You say, “You befriend her first.”
5.
Steve has just about gotten used to it, keeping your little secret to himself. He’s gotten used to looking away when you hold hands in the break room, to keep his lips shut when you tumble into his car together with ruffled hair and smudge lipstick.
He’s even gotten used to that weird feeling that settles in his chest when you spend time without him, though he’s still working on getting rid of it , because only to be expected now that you’re together. And of course, he’s happy for you.
He really is.
But if you and Robin don’t hurry up and get downstairs and into his car within the next five minutes, he’s going to lose it, and all three of you are going to be late for work.
So this one time, fuelled by frustration, he disregards his usual caution, making his way towards your room following permission from your mother to hurry you and Robin along.
Briefly, Steve wonders if your mother doesn’t find it just a little odd for you to be having sleepovers at your age.
Regardless, he takes the stairs two at a time, glancing anxiously at his watch as he finds your room. Then, he makes his first error since that first evening in your basement.
He forgets to knock.
“If you two idiots don’t hurry up and get in my car, we’re all gonna get fired and if I end up sweating in fast food joint again I will personally murder each of you-“
Steve freezes at the sight of you both perched on the end of your bed, holding Robin’s red cheeks in your hands, lips stilled mere millimeters from Robin’s as you meet Steve’s eyes.
“Oh.” Steve realises, “Shit.”
“Steve.” Robin gasps, pulling away from your hands and standing, “We’re just- I was- We were just talking about you, actually and then- shit, I’m making this worse.”
Steve gulps softly, backing slowly out the room. He allows his relief at finding you full dressed, and therefore, if nothing else, ready to get to work.
“I’m sorry,” He decides, “I’m just going to meet you in the car… okay?”
“O-okay.” Robin nods, “We’ll be there in a second.”
Steve nods slowly, turning once in your hall and slowly, robotically, making his way down stairs, scolding himself for barging in.
+
The drive to work is tensely quiet beyond the occasional reassuring whisper you give Robin in the backseat as Steve desperately avoids your eyes in the rear view mirror.
After what feels like far too long, he’s pulling into the Family Video parking lot, pulling the handbrake and taking his keys from the ignition, inviting an even worse silence into the car.
“So, uh…” Steve begins, “There’s a delivery coming in at four and then we’ve got a few returns due today-“
“Steve,” Robin speaks up, “About earlier…”
“What happened earlier?” Steve feigns with a nervous chuckle. “Did something happen earlier?”
You smile a little, sitting up to lean forward, balancing yourself with a hand on the front passenger seat. When he meets your eyes, he has to bite his lip to stop from revealing everything.
“Steve, it’s fine,” You assure, “We can talk about it.”
Steve glances back at Robin, who, though a little nervous, nods in agreement.
“Okay.” He nods, “So…”
He waits expectantly for the speech, trying to decide who will break the news he’s been pretending to know nothing about for weeks. He hears you take a deep breath, preparing yourself for something well put together when Robin can’t help but blurt it out.
“We’re dating,” She blurts softly, “Like, we’re girlfriends who hold hands and kiss and stuff, you know? Oh, you do because you just saw it- please help, (y/n).”
You give Robin a disbelieving look, and Steve almost laughs.
“Robin, the reason we’re in this mess is because we meticulously planned what we were going to say.” You remind her, “and you decide to go with we ‘kiss and stuff’?”
“I don’t know, I panicked!”
“Oh my god,” You exhale, “You’re so lucky I love you, Buckley.”
The look that settles on Robin’s face, warm and utterly smitten, makes Steve feel oddly proud for the pair of you, and in a single expression, any jealousy or hurt he’d been holding onto for your relationship disappears. As you begin with a more rational explanation, Steve can’t help his growing grin.
“You see, we were planning on tell you today, and Robin was stressing which is why we were late and you, um, caught us.” You explain, “Because we wanted to tell you ourselves that we are dating, and we didn’t tell you because we didn’t want you think you weren’t important to us anymore- you’re our bestfriend, Sweetcheeks.”
Steve doesn’t even scowl at the nickname that has someone caught on since the slip up the week before. He nods slowly, grateful for your thoughtfulness, but you can’t help but frown at his knowing smile.
“Oh.” You sigh, “You know…”
“I-“ Steve falters, “I do.”
You sink back into the back seat, folding your arms in exasperation.
“Why even bother making a speech,” You grumble, “Your girlfriend reduces it to a single panicked sentence and your best friend already knows.”
Steve gives her a sympathetic look as Robin drops her chin onto your shoulder, smiling apologetically, and kissing your cheek in the hopes of returning your smile.
Inevitably, it does the trick, and you’re slowly smiling, rolling your eyes for a moment before sitting up and leaning forward to press a hand against Steve’s shoulder.
“Is this okay?” She asks, “We understand if you’re mad that we didn’t tell you… you’re still our best friend and we don’t want anything to jeopardise that.”
“(y/n), i’m fine,” He says, “I’ve known since I crashed your movie date weeks ago…”
“Why not say something.”
Steve glances back at Robin for a second.
“You were getting your chance at all the mushy, romantic shit.” He shrugs, “If me knowing was going to bring too much reality into that for you, then I wasn’t going to get in your way.”
Robin gives him a knowing smile in the rear mirror, nodding gratefully in silent appreciation. You can’t help the urge to lean over and kiss his cheek.
“That’s really thoughtful of you, Sweetcheeks,”
Steve waves it off dismissively.
“It’s nothing,” He says, “and it’s been a bit to get used to, but I know that even if you two are all gross and in love, we’re all still friends… even if that means I have to third wheel.”
“Well, if we ever make you feel like that you can just say, you know.”
“I know,” Steve assures, “Really guys, I’m fine, okay? I just want to pretend I didn’t barge in on you kissing.”
“That was just a reassuring peck,” Robin scoffs, “When I really kiss her, you’ll know.”
Steve’s nose crinkles in disgust as you laugh, shoving Robin playful as she leans towards your lips with a smirk, turning to give Steve an exasperated look.
“Hey, don’t look at me, Honey Pie,” Steve gives you a shrug. “You’re the girlfriend.”
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄.
robin buckley, eddie munson, steve harrington.
this is so beautiful
"modern" mr & mrs walker
my gorgeous boyfriend, i love him so much.
#diva
do you ever think about how a series of tiny choices like “I guess I’ll watch that show” can like totally and entirely change huge aspects of your life
You’re not a freak. Yeah, I am.
Eddie suffers with insomnia and accidentally gets into some weird soap that only comes on at 4am so he just sits there in his boxers eating pretzels muttering at the screen shit like “cindy if you marry him after he kissed loretta I swear to god”
Oh, you write for a few Grey's Anatomy characters... You didn't watch all the seasons?
i’m only season 2 right now lol, as i watch more seasons i’ll definitely add more characters but for now, that’s all! sorry!
What Grey's Anatomy characters do you write for?
hii! i write for:
meredith grey, george o’malley, cristina yang, izzie stevens, derek shepherd, alex karev, preston burke <3
also, my master list is here
my requesting rules are here
heyyy you seem cool what's up?
heyyy! nothing is really going on other than the fact i’m performing a musical version of the christmas movie elf tomorrow i also did it today!
how’s it going for you?
I LOVE THIS SO MUCH SIDHSJW THANK YOU 💞
❛ 𝑫𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑮𝒆𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝑶'𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 ❜
𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: George O'Malley x reader ♡
Requested? Yes, by @annie-bby !
𝘼/𝙣: Hey, I hope you'll like this too! :)
After a few days of meeting you, he immediately asked you out. You never expected it, but it made you very happy. At first you thought it was some kind of thank you after standing up for him and getting angry at others for him always being teased. Why did they do it? It didn't make sense. Since then he has never stopped being on you, and you realized that this guy would never bear to lose you.
He was a boy with a heart of gold, it was hard not to get attached. In the morning he always brought you coffee and croissants, your favorites, and when you were having a shitty day he helped you make it a little less shitty.
The nights when you enjoyed dancing at Meredith's house drunk were the best, but especially the one when he finally decided to kiss you. It was a little weird, well you were all definitely drunk, but it happened... unexpectedly. You went to get some chips and when you came back you found him in front of you. "You're so beautiful Y/n" he gave you a little kiss leaving you standing there and went back to dancing.
Since then, things have definitely gotten more serious between you. So at first he was a little embarrassed after remembering what had happened, but knowing him you knew it would take time and the wait was worth it. You didn't think being George O'Malley's girlfriend could be so good. He treated you like a queen, there was no better thing in the world.
One evening you were waiting for him at home, you couldn't wait for him to come back, you had prepared something to eat for the first time in your life, and you had planned all night. Unfortunately when he came back he didn't look very happy. He sprawled out on the sofa and vented to the world. Well, all your plans had failed, and at one point you couldn't stand him talking anymore, so you jumped on him. "Take me upstairs and let off steam all you want with me"
He knew how to treat you very well even sexually, and in front of others he managed to hold back
Nobody tolerates when you fight. Sometimes, however, it can be fun, because you both act like two children, and you always include everyone to try to be right. Oh, this can go on for days.
You like making him angry, you seem to enjoy it, and in the end you always know how to make him happy again. His character is what you love about him, he's not stupid like others say, he simply has his own way of doing that maybe only you understand. Seeing you happy is his favorite thing. There is nothing that makes him calmer and more proud of your happiness.
Jealousy doesn't exist in your relationship. It's amazing, you know. And everyone envies you for it. He only has eyes for you and you do the same
There is no better place than to be in his arms. There is a moment of the day dedicated to this on purpose! He loves to hold you in his arms while he showers you with kisses and tells you thousands of times that he loves you. At that moment there is nothing else you two appear. Then the others arrive and ruin the whole atmosphere...
i’m sorry but i’m not writing for glee anymore! i’m going to finish some drafts but after that, that’s all.
hii would you be able to write cute relationship headcanons w/ puck from glee? :)
hii! of course i can <3 thank you for your request x and i’m sorry it took so long!
noah puckerman x gn!reader
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𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐎𝐀𝐇 "𝐏𝐔𝐂𝐊" 𝐏𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒
allow me to just start this off with: he is WHIPPED for you. entirely.
he’s crazy inlove with you
as in, he would do anything for you
you two began dating just before he found out quinn was having his baby (in his hoe era)
puck first off used you as a fling to get over quinn, except he started to get proper feelings, making life complicated for everyone
when quinn told him, his first thought was to not tell you about anything to do with the pregnancy
it was going great until you heard about it through jbi, when he posted it on the school’s blog
this caused a huge argument to erupt with you and puck, further causing a dent in the relationship
when he told you that quinn was keeping the baby and he wanted to be involved, you were angry and couldn’t help but understand.
quinn had a conversation with you (this confused you since you and quinn never spoke even though you were on the cheerleading team together), and spoke to you about puck. you couldn’t help but feel like he had some involvement in that.
after this, you then went and spoke to puck, hearing his thoughts and coming to an agreement that you’re okay with him being involved with the baby growing up as long as he doesn’t leave you.
you helped out when you could and offered for her to stay with you when she got kicked out. she declined yet you were still closer than you were before
when quinn had her baby, you found out that she had called her beth and was going to give her to shelby, rachel’s mother
after this, you and quinn sort of drifted however still spoke
ok now that’s out of the way wow
he’s honestly so caring
cold? football jersey yay
wardrobe malfunction? football jersey yay
he loves to see you in his clothes
speaking of clothes, if you were to stay at his house or him at yours, he’d love to pick your outfit
not even in a controlling way, just cute
“okay how about these two together?”
“i absolutely cannot wear a orange top with black jeans, santana will tear me apart.“
“fuck santana and what she thinks!”
“you’ve already done that!”
teasing him for everything. movie and song choices, exes, fashion sense (if you can even call it that)
he is honestly strangely domestic
going back to the idea of you staying at his or him at yours, if your parents both had work and it was just you, he’d let you sleep in and you’d wake up to him attempting to make you breakfast
and you can say that he is not like that all you want, you saw what he was like with beth
a family is all he wants, and now you’re in the picture he knows he’s got everything he wants and more. a family.
dates. they are so spontaneous. one day you could be watching movies and eating dinner and the next you could be sitting at the top of a ferris wheel laughing about an insult santana said about finn
that reminds me. being literal besties with finn however not being able to stand rachel. she’s too obnoxious
i cant help but feel like you and santana have some sort of friendship but not that much ?? like one of them where it’s like you say hi and talk to each other sometimes and if one of them is in drama you’re immediately on their side and backing them up but you wouldn’t hang around with them willingly??
does that make sense?
anyways
if you have long hair, he loves to try and do your hair but always gets it tangled :( he tries i swear
if you were to get drunk (rachel’s house party train wreck extravaganza) it would be so funny. all of puck’s exes except santana seem to be under the “angry drunks” category so i’m putting you under there
you know what that means. teaming up with drunk lauren and drunk quinn to shout at him as he tries to get you all to stop (i’m sorry but i have to mention the way he drunkenly says “chILL OUTTT” to lauren after she makes fun of pucks hair)
honestly this isn’t even just at rachel’s house party train wreck extravaganza it’s everywhere where there is alcohol present
being the school’s it couple
the entire glee club ships you both i swear to GODDD
flirting everywhere it’s actually sickly
“get a room please!” - rachel
PDA PDA PDA PDA
i think this one was obvious
he LOVES pda.
he wants everyone to know that he loves you and that you are his partner
dancing to music and singing along to the songs, sometimes he turns down the music as you’re singing. he’s inlove with your voice .
i actually didn’t say this omg but you’re in the glee club too yayay you joined just after puck did
you are his greatest achievement (second to beth, IM SORRY)
but this doesn’t mean you aren’t the one he loves and sees a future with
he just wants to marry you one day
omg how was this??? i hope this is good! if this isn’t up to your expectations just send in another ask and i’ll try again :) i’m very sorry it took so long!
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GO SHOW SOME LOVE TO THIS POST! i love it sm <33
hiii! i told you i’d request and here i am!
if you haven’t already would you be able to write dating headcanons for george o’malley or izzie stevens??
thank you sm!
❛ 𝑫𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰𝒛𝒛𝒊𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 ❜
𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Izzie Stevens x f!reader ♡
𝘼/𝙣: Hii! I hope you'll like this <3 There isn't enogh apprecciation for this girl, personally I love her! I'll do this for George too ;)
Anyway here's, and enjoy!
Since you guys started your internship, you immediately noticed something different about her than the others. The way she carried herself, the way she smiled as she faced every problem, you knew you had to get to know this girl right away.
She was so friendly and kind that making friends with her was very easy and pleasant. Often during breaks you met in front of the vending machines or in the cafeteria, even if only to talk about the cases you had and tell each other every little thing that happened to you during the day.
The first time you kissed was when she had just come out of a very demanding surgery that unfortunately went wrong. She had lost her patient and she kept going crazy and worrying about herself and taking the fault. Then your lips were suddenly on hers. She just looked at you smiling and returning her kiss by placing her hands on your face and making it a little more intense.
When you finished working late you couldn't wait to come back home just to feel that good smell of sweets and see her there in the kitchen. Sometimes when she made all those muffins and put them on the table, you'd sneak a piece and enjoy all that goodness. God where did this girl learn? But if she saw you stealing her sweets she would be able to kill you too. The coolest thing was when she put in the effort and tried new recipes, you came from behind her putting your hands around her waist kissing her on the cheek, she spooned a little of what she had made and fed you. You would turn that there has never been a time when she cooked something disgusting.
In the evening you were always the only ones who stayed up late, when you have so many roommates it's difficult to be alone at home. And also having moments of intimacy...
One night Alex woke up and went into the living room as he couldn't sleep, and he caught you on the couch having sex. God, that was embarrassing enough, then in front of Alex! Well, let's say it was your fault too, and you've learned to use the rooms with closed doors ever since. So much better! Oh, of course Alex hasn't stopped throwing it at you and making silly jokes.
Sometimes it happened that you had to work together, and all the times you couldn't take your eyes off her. You loved looking at her, if you were stressed it helped you. You liked everything about her, her looks, her character, even though she could be tremendously stubborn at times, but most of all her way of interacting with patients. She kept her gaze on you too, and you especially love when you can make eye contact with her.
It almost amused you to see her get jealous every time you spoke to Mark Sloan. She was always throwing at you that he might be interested in you, but you just ignored her, he did that with all the women who worked in this hospital. She was literally could going crazy if she got fixated on something. But when it came to her she ignored it, maybe because she wanted to enjoy watching you go crazy, but you trusted her, and it's one of the things she loves most about you.
At lunch you always sat together with the others, you tried not to create too much tension, but most of the time you ended up flirting endlessly. "Please stop!" the others almost begged you.
Of course the most beautiful moment of the day for you was the morning. She loved it too, especially looking at you sleep waiting for you to wake up. It seems as if she sets an alarm just for this. And everytime you woke up the first thing you saw was her smile and her gaze on you. "Good morning" would always lay on top of you and give you little kisses while you stroked her hair. "I love you" she said it every morning so that you can always be sure. "I love you too"
𝐌𝐀𝐗 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
time stood still - angst (platonic max x reader ,, word count: 1k+)
after max hears some worrying noises, she finds herself resting in a hospital bed, unable to understand the world around her.
warning: badly written
𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
yearning - angst (word count: 2.3k)
robin buckley has never fell for someone the way she has for you, but the way you feel for her contrasts the way she does hugely.
warning: badly written
dating robin buckley - fluff
𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
dating steve harrington - fluff
spending the autumn season with steve harrington - fluff
𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐊𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐙 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
dating hawk headcanons. - fluff
𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄-𝐁𝐁𝐘'𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒
･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :
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𝟏. 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
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𝟐. 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆
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𝟑. 𝐁𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓
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