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YOU ARE IN LOVE. MV1

max verstappen x girlfriend!reader

summary: with the help of his friends, max makes a video for you. [writing]

author's note: just saw the taylor movie and i'm back on my taylor kick, so of course i had to title something after my favorite song!!! also, dw, i am working on part two to 'i drove 100 miles an hour to forget you'. but please enjoy this while i work on that!

warnings: none? idk

word count: 1.0k

You glance at Max nervously as a projector beside you stirs. He isn’t looking at you, his full attention on gnawing at his lip and the projector screen just a few feet away. His hand anxiously fumbles for yours, and your hand easily slides into place with his. Behind you, is a group of people, most of whom call you or Max a close friend. Max lets out a deep breath as the screen brightens and the show starts.

The camera fades in, revealing a smiling Daniel Ricciardo. He’s sitting on a stool, hands on his knees, relaxed. He leans in as a muffled voice from behind the camera asks: “When did you first know Max was in love?”

The group behind you laughs comfortably, while Max squirms nervously. You glance at him again right before Daniel starts speaking. His cheeks are bright red, clearly embarrassed.

“Well,” Daniel laughs, “It’s a long story. Well, there’s two stories. Which one should I tell?” Daniel looks up thoughtfully.

The crowd behind you laughs and a few people shout, “Both!”.

“I guess I’ll tell both. I officially met Max around 2016, when he replaced my teammate at the time. I also met Y/N.” Daniel smiles, giddy. “I thought they were dating at the time, spoiler alert: They were not.”

“Max had won his first race and I remember seeing him in Parc Ferme. He was looking around at all the Red Bull people, searching for Y/N. When he saw her, he ran up to her and held her face. They both looked so happy, and I remember thinking “They are so in love, and they don’t even know it”.”

A few people behind you ‘aww’ at the statement and you squeeze Max’s hand, your eyes slightly tearing up. You had been in love with Max at the time, but Daniel was right. You hadn’t recognized the feeling at that point.

“The second time, they still weren’t dating. I just- I know love takes time, but Y/N and Max are those people who deserve to be in love. They’ve both gone through so much shit, that they just deserve to be happy.”

You look down, attempting to blink away the tears, but a few slip down your cheeks.

“Which is why, I was so frustrated when I learned they weren’t dating after this specific occasion. They just deserve each other so, so, so much.” Daniel’s grin grows wider. “It was the 2017 season, Austria, I think. Max had a first-lap collision and had to retire. I had walked into Max’s driver’s room to grab him for media.

They didn’t notice me but, Y/N had Max’s head in her lap, and her hands were in his hair. Max was just venting, and I could just see the love in Y/N’s eyes, and the reciprocation from Max’s.” Daniel sighs softly, “They were both struggling at the time and yet they still found the time to care for each other. It’s truly…amazing, I guess.”

You look back at Daniel who's in the front of the crowd. He gives you a cheesy smile and blows you a kiss that you catch in your free hand.

The camera fades in on a new person, Pierre Gasly. He smirks at the camera and adjusts in his seat slightly. Someone from behind the camera asks, “When did you first know Max was in love?”

“With Y/N?” The person must nod because Pierre hums, leaning slightly back in his seat.

“Well, I think it was when they first started dating, in 2019. I saw them on their second or third date. Max was well, ‘maxplaining’, as usual. Y/n looked so interested and captivated by whatever he was saying. And when she asked a question, I swear his eyes lit up.” Pierre lets out a little laugh, a smile on his face. “He looked so happy that she was interested, and he just kept rambling and rambling and I don’t think she ever lost interest.”

Another round of ‘awws from the crowd. Your hand squeezes Max’s, but his eyes can’t seem to focus on you. He seems strangely distant and nervous, a thought that sparks a worried fire in your stomach.

Alex Albon appears on the screen, adjusting the cap on his head. “I just look here?” His hand points to the camera, and someone must nod because he focuses his eyes there.

“When did you first know Max was in love?” Alex breaks into a smile, his hand rubbing at his jaw. “Well…it must’ve been after a DNF, I think. I can’t seem to remember which one, but Max was yelling at everyone, I swear. He was so angry. But then he just suddenly calmed down, and I followed his eyes to Y/N who was approaching him. She didn’t look angry or annoyed, she had a rather calm, maybe saddened look in her eye?

She took him by the hand and brought him to his driver’s room, and when he returned for media duties he was a completely different person,” Alex shrugs nonchalantly, “Y/N just has that effect on him, always making him happy or just calm. He’s never angry around her, it’s astounding.”

Sergio Perez pops up, sitting on the same stool as everyone else. The person behind the camera then asks the age-old question, “When did you first know Max was in love?”

“I think it was…Abu Dhabi, 2021. Max had won, and the first person he went to was Y/N.” Sergio shrugs, “I always knew he loved Y/N but that day, it was so painstakingly obvious. I thought he was going to propose, to be honest.”

The screen fades to black before the words, “Y/N, will you marry me?” pop up on the screen in white text.

At that point, it seems like everyone’s holding their breath. Camera flashes focus on you, and you turn to Max. He’s so out of character, hands shaking slightly as he holds the black ring box. Your eyes water for the umpteenth time tonight. You nod as tears make their way down your cheeks. Max closes the ring box, tossing it aside before cupping your cheeks, just like the day of his first win. But this time, he doesn’t hold back. His lips clash with yours as your friends cheer, and you laugh into the kiss. Max can’t seem to pull away, but when you do he whispers, out of breath: “I love you.”

likes and reblogs are appreciated! thanks for reading! love, shelby! xx

TY! OMG

#best layouts ever #lestappen #Taylor Swift

Hello! Hope your doing ok ;)

Just wanted to request Taylor Swift x LESTAPPEN layout

like or jdoreleclerc  ♡

taylor swift + lestappen

Fans chanting for a new album announcement two weeks after we just got one is so fucking rude and shows how many people nowadays view Taylor as a product/machine and not as a human person

Hang your head low In the glow of the vending machine I'm not dying ↳ Eras Tour Series Part 4/?

hiiiii i'm not sure if you're doing divider requests rn but is there any chance you could do some that are inspired by taylor swift's folklore album? tysm!! :)

hi! sure, I would love to give this a shot 💖 I hope this captures some of the vibes of folklore, it’s my fave album!

[Free] Masterlist Headers & Dividers!

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taylor swift albums as movie tickets, in the order of the eras tour (including songs from the setlist)

Let Me, Angel Masterlist

Fratboy Rafe would do anything for his Angel.

Chronological order Masterlist.

Let Me Handle It, Angel

Let Me Take Care Of You, Angel

Let Me Make A Mess Of You, Angel

Let Me Explain, Angel

Let Me Be Yours, Angel

Let Me Read It, Angel

Let Me Cut It, Angel

Let Me Study, Angel

Let Me Strip, Angel

Let Me Protect You, Angel

Let Me Save You, Angel

Let Me Serve You, Angel

Let Me Do It, Angel

Let Me Go Home With You, Angel

Let Me Have Some Space, Angel

Let Me Find You, Angel

Let Me Be Your Crush, Angel

Let Me Get It For You, Angel

Let Me Be Your Treat, Angel

Let Me Give It To You, Angel

Let Me Date You, Angel

Let Me Tell You The Truth, Angel

Let Me Make This Clear, Angel

Hello! i was just wondering if you could something with rafe cameron based on You Are In Love TV (since I believe you are a fellow swiftie). Mostly on the bridge pls 🙏

ty! i love how you write about him

Picture Perfect Snow Globe

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.5K

A/N: I'm unfortunately not a Swiftie, but I hope you enjoyed this because I really enjoyed writing it!

Masterlist

Y/N never understood why people went to war or drove themselves insane for the sake of love. She didn’t understand the feeling of being consumed by love and was always able to put words to what she thought it was. It’s a chemical reaction in one’s brain that makes them think they are meant to be with someone for the rest of their life. But then comes Rafe Cameron into her life and she suddenly finds herself unable to describe what she feels for him. She knows she will start the third world war to keep him safe or lose herself in her own mind if he asks her to. Now, all she knows is his dirty blonde hair and his ocean-blue eyes, always consuming her thoughts and heart. And she doesn’t hate the thought of it. 

As she walks through Cameron Development’s office, the heel of her work shoes reverberates through the empty office. Everyone else has already gone home except for her boyfriend, who is working late for his father, so she thought she would bring him dinner. She holds the brown paper bag of his favourite pasta in her hand and she knocks gently on his door. She can hear the stress in his voice as he allows her to come into his office. He looks up at the sound of the door opening and gives her a gentle smile, “Hey, Princess. What are you doing here?” “I wanted to have dinner with you, so I brought us pasta,” she holds up the bag to him and places it on his desk. He moves his stuff out of the way, so they both have space to eat. “Thank you, Princess. That is so thoughtful,” he kisses her cheek, helping her take out the food from the bag. She shrugs, “It was no problem. I was in the neighbourhood.” The picture frame on his desk catches her eye as she places the napkins beside it. 

The picture is of her, bundled up to keep the cold from nipping at her nose. She was wearing his hat, gloves and scarf because she was too stubborn to bring her own. It was the picture Rafe had taken of her last Christmas when they checked out the Christmas village on the mainland. The setting was something out of a snow globe. Snow perfectly dusted the trees and buildings. The shops on the streets were absolutely picturesque. The final touch to the holiday town was the soft Christmas music playing throughout the streets. Rafe had just finished taking the picture of her and he put his phone back in his pocket. He took her hot chocolate out of her hand, placing it on the table beside him. “Dance with me,” he whispered, leading her a little more onto the street. 

And she did with one hand in his and the other on his shoulders. He mimics her arm placement, except with one of his arms around her waist, bringing her closer to him. She placed her head on his chest and listened to the way his heartbeat. They danced like that for what felt like hours but it was actually just a few minutes. Y/N thinks it was at that moment that she started to believe in love and she hasn’t looked back since.

Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia

tbh, me too. i just know she was dying to see our reaction to the song bcs nobody expected it

After sleeping on it I have decided that "Slut!" being a love song is the biggest plot twist of all time

When You Fall In Love...

so i've been reading icebreaker and it's been putting me in the hockeyrry mood

part one, part two, bonus, bonus

Harry watched from the empty stands as Y/n ran through her routine for the fifth time. Her teammates had gone home, her coach asked Harry if he would lock up on the way out, and now it was just the two of them in the empty rink. There wasn't even any music playing anymore, Y/n was just skating and performing her tricks as if there was.

Every time she did it, it was flawless. Her routine was fast and intense and incredibly difficult, but Y/n performed with ease every time. She landed her tricks like they were nothing, tricks which Harry now knew the names of and could tell the difference between a lutz and an axel. She was incredible, and he was in awe of her every single time.

But even in her perfection, Y/n had yet to smile once.

Harry decided she'd had enough after she finished her fifth run-through, quickly jogging down to the edge of the rink before she could skate out to the middle again. He leaned over the barricade and kissed the top of her head. This close to her, he could see her rosy cheeks and heaving chest, a sign that her routine did wear her out, despite making it look so effortless.

"You were phenomenal as usual, baby," Harry said while he gathered her things.

"I bobbled a landing and my timing was off for a whole four counts," was her reply.

Harry frowned, not pleased by her recent negativity. Any athlete could be critical of their ability, but Y/n seemed uncharacteristically hard on herself lately, and he had no idea why. "Everything okay?" He asked, shouldering her duffle bag as they walked away from the rink.

"I'm fine."

She certainly didn't sound fine, but Harry decided not to push. Not now, anyway. Changing the subject, he said, "I got an email from the recruiter. I should be receiving my contract soon."

Excitement didn't even begin to cover how Harry had been feeling lately. Last week, he'd met with an agent of a minor league hockey team, one that was a feeder to an NHL team. He expressed their interest in Harry moving to the east coast after graduation and join them for spring training. And after giving it some thought, Harry accepted.

He was over the moon, thrilled that years of hard work was finally paying off. He'd made his passion into a career, and had the potential to really make a name for himself. Life couldn't have been better.

But where Harry seemed to be flying high, Y/n seemed stuck. She was happy for him when he told her the news, had gone out to celebrate with him that night. But something felt off between them. Harry couldn't put a name to it, but he just knew.

"That's great," Y/n said with no amount of enthusiasm in her voice. Harry tried not to take it to heart, she was clearly in a mood from her practice. She was under a lot of pressure too, he reminded himself, and sometimes had a knack for not knowing how to express herself with words.

"Is there something on your mind? You've been quiet recently," he said, hoping he wasn't overstepping her delicate boundary.

Y/n shook her head as she approached her car, sliding into the driver's seat without a word. Harry couldn't help but feel more and more like there was something on her mind, but he let it go again.

Before pulling the car out of the parking lot, Y/n rested her hand over his and leaned in to kiss him. "I'm sorry. I've just got a lot on my mind."

"It's okay. As long as you know you can talk to me about it."

Her throat bobbed, but she nodded, then turned her focus toward the road. Harry filled the silence with rambling. He talked mostly about the NHL, about his contract and where he wanted to live and how everything was happening so fast.

So caught up in trying to break the tension, he didn't notice Y/n's white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel.

*.*

"Styles! What the hell are you doing? Focus up! Let's go!"

Harry rested his hands on his knees, breathing heavily during the brief pause in the game. His eyes flicked up to the stands, searching the crowd for a familiar face, but he didn't see the one he needed the most.

Despite being recruited by a minor league hockey team, Harry was probably having the worst game of his life.

Not one pass connected, he was letting second-rate players get by him, and he'd spent more time in the penalty box than in the actual game. Nothing about this was right, and still all he could do was look for Y/n.

She wasn't there, and even though things had been weird between them recently, he was still surprised. When she wasn't at a competition of her own, Y/n came to every one of Harry's games. It had started out as Harry wanting to impress her, maybe show off a little, and then as time went on and they grew closer and their relationship became more than two people having sex in secret, he wanted her to be there just because it felt good knowing she was watching him play. All his nerves floated away when Y/n was sat in the stands, sometimes in his jersey, cheering him on.

And of course there were times when she couldn't come, but this wasn't one of those times. Y/n had purposely not shown up. He knew they'd fought before the game, but he didn't think she would abandon him just to be petty. They were past that now.

His sole focus should've been on the game he was playing, but instead his mind kept drifting to the fight.

Harry could feel Y/n pulling away from him. He finally felt like he was getting everything he wanted—a spot on a minor league hockey team on the east coast that would eventually lead him to the NHL, graduating with semi-decent grades thanks to Y/n, and of course being with his dream girl. At first, she'd seen him as some douchey athlete that was only good for one thing. He remembered seeing her for the first time their freshman year, performing tricks on the ice that he'd only ever seen on TV, and when he whistled and clapped loudly—perhaps a little obnoxiously—after she'd finished, she'd rolled her eyes at him and told him to fuck off.

It was love at first sight.

Harry had been so careful around Y/n. He played by her rules and followed her lead, trying not to let the comments about them not dating get to him too much. He liked their initial dynamic, finding it funny when he got under her skin because she made it so easy. It became a kind of game, this push and pull that was fun and exciting and eventually led to their arrangement.

He knew that she cared about him on some level, he just needed to bide his time and show her he wasn't who she thought he was. Not entirely, anyway. And when she finally did, and they became more than just people who screwed around, everything was perfect.

They'd been through so much together. Y/n pushed Harry to be better, and he worked with her to master new tricks and nail her routine. There wasn't anyone else who understood his level of commitment to hockey, but she did, and that just made him love her more.

So when he got the call offering him a spot on the minor league team, Y/n was the first person Harry told. She'd been happy for him, and he was over the moon, his mind already making a million plans—where they'd live, her coming to his games, him helping her find a new rink to train at. It felt like the doors to a new and exciting world had opened for them, but she then she started pulling back, and Harry practically watched as that door slammed shut.

Harry pushed himself to focus back on the game, on the hockey stick in his hand and the ice beneath his skates. He felt like it took more effort than it should've to get his head back in the game, but his team managed to pull out a win, and he managed not to get benched before it happened. That didn't stop his coach from ripping him a new one in the locker room, but Harry sat there and took it, shaking his head and promising his piss poor performance would never happen again.

Exhausted both physically and mentally, he trudged out of the locker room and toward the parking lot, debating whether to take the bus home or call an Uber. Even in his senior year, he still didn't have a car, but Y/n was usually there to give him a ride home. To their home. Moving in together for their last year of school seemed like a no-brainer, and it had been amazing so far, though the last week had been kind of a disaster. Harry could feel the tension between them growing, but every time he asked Y/n about it, she'd say she was fine even though they both knew everything was not fine, and the cycle continued. He wanted to be excited, he wanted to celebrate the success he'd managed to create for himself, but he felt rather deflated instead.

To Harry's surprise, Y/n was waiting for him in the parking lot. He didn't hesitate putting his gear in the trunk and coming around to sit in the passenger seat. Y/n leaned in to kiss him immediately holding onto the sides of his face fervently.

"I'm sorry," she breathed. "I'm sorry for not being here tonight and I'm sorry for acting strange, and I'm sorry for—"

"Y/n, what's going on with you?" Harry couldn't help but ask.

"Can we wait until we get home to talk?" She asked. I want to be able to talk to you properly, and I can't if I'm driving.

When Harry nodded, Y/n must've deemed it enough. She peeled away from the rink, silent tension filling the air between once again. It had been following them around all week.

That ended tonight, though. He didn't care how much Y/n hated confrontation or hard conversations. They couldn't move forward if they didn't move past this roadblock first. Harry loved Y/n more than he ever thought possible, and stubborn as she was, he knew she loved him just as much. He would get to the bottom of this, no matter how hard she tried to fight him on the way down.

*.*

"Y/n, you know I would be ecstatic if you'd told me you qualified for the Olympics. This is a huge step in my career! Why can't you be happy for me?"

"I am! God, Harry, I am."

"Then why are you pulling away from me? I feel like I can't be excited about this around you when you're the one person who should understand how this feels."

"I can't do this. I can't have this argument with you," you said, trying to step away from him.

Harry was quick to grab your hands in his, keeping you from walking away. "What aren't you telling me? Do you want to break up?"

"No!

"Do you not love me anymore? What? What is it, Y/n?"

"God, I didn't—I didn't ask for this," you cried, feeling like a damn had burst inside you. It was out now, and now you had to see it through to the end. "I didn't plan on falling in love with you. I wasn't prepared to love you this much. You're the one who wanted to take things further, and now you're—"

You're leaving me, you couldn't bring yourself to say. You really were happy for him. All of his dreams were coming true, and he had an ambition that matched yours, which made you love him more. And now that ambition was taking him far away from you, and you weren't handling it as well as you thought you would.

"Y/n—"

"I'm happy for you, H, I'm so happy for you that I could burst. And maybe even a little jealous," you joked, though there was some truth to what you said. "But I guess I just...I guess I didn't expect to love you this much. And I don't—I don't know what to do because you're going soon and I'm..."

You had no clue, and that alone was terrifying.

At the start of all this, you never imagined falling in love with Harry. He drove you absolutely insane, and despite your physical attraction to him, you kept your distance. But he kept doing these things that made you like him, and eventually care about him, and finally made you fall in love with him. It just wasn't something you saw coming. Love was definitely not on the brain when you met Harry.

Because you knew this moment was inevitable. The moment when one of you would be given an opportunity you couldn't refuse and would pull you away from each other. Once upon a time, you thought you would be given your dream job of a lifetime—competitive skating and hopefully the Olympics—but somewhere down the line, skating stopped bringing you joy, only pressure and anxiety. And now Harry had his dream job on the other side of the country, and you were left to flounder and wonder how you would survive waking up without him next to you.

"You're making it seem like it's a bad thing that you're in love with me," Harry said quietly, but the low tone of his voice didn't hide anything. You knew he was getting upset. After all the avoidance the last week—on your part—yours and his emotions were coming to a head.

"It's not! It's just that you're leaving!" you said, resisting the urge to run a frustrated hand through your hair. "And all week you've talked about how excited to get out of here and leave this all behind and start a new chapter in your life. I mean, would it kill you to act like you're a little torn up about leaving?"

It was so selfish, and you knew it was. It was why you'd been avoiding Harry, this conversation. Harry had every right to be proud and ecstatic for leaving to play in the professional league. He worked so hard, pushed himself farther than anyone you'd ever met, except for maybe you. Your pain was clouding your good sense, and now you'd shown just how horrible you could really be.

You couldn't look him in the eye after saying what you did. Even if it was how you felt, you still felt ashamed for raining on Harry's parade. "Y/n—" he tried to say when you hastily wiped a tear from your eye.

"I shouldn't have said anything. I'm sorry," you said, getting up from the couch and scurrying off to your bedroom.

Flopping on the bed, you pulled the covers over you, trying to hide from everything happening around you. It was too much. Your senior year was supposed to be fun and full of unforgettable memories, not arguments and heartache.

You weren't sure how much time had passed before the door opened and Harry slipped inside. He slid into bed next to you, and you didn't fight it when he rested his face in the crook of your neck. Because despite everything you were feeling, this was all you really needed.

"I'm not leaving you behind," he murmured gently. "You mean too much to me."

You sniffled, and Harry pulled you closer to his chest. "You're going to be thousands of miles away."

"Says who?" he said, kissing your cheek. "Who says you aren't coming with me?"

"And do what?" you huffed, even though the thought slightly lifted your spirits. "Be one of your...puck whatevers and follow you around like a puppy? I need a life of my own too."

You were being stubborn and argumentative and you both knew it. There was some relief in knowing Harry wanted you with him, but you also didn't want to just move because Harry was. You needed purpose, you needed to feel like your life had some sort of direction in it. But it was unfair to put all of that on Harry, and you didn't know how to express how you felt without sounding insane, so instead you said nothing, and that obviously went over brilliantly.

Harry chuckled. "See, because you just said how in love you are with me, I can tell that you're frosty attitude is just an act. Now turn over and look at me."

You reluctantly turned over, brow furrowed exaggeratedly because you couldn't cross your arms over your chest. It used to infuriate you how easily Harry could get under your skin because he knew you so well, that he knew just what to do or say to pull you out of a bad mood. In this moment, you were thankful. He could see past all the harsh words and see to the root of the problem. You'd said some things that were perhaps out of order, but Harry understood. Despite everything, he understood.

"You've worked just as hard as me, Y/n. I want to be there for you the way you've been for me. You can achieve your goals too."

"I just...I don't know if I want to achieve them anymore," you said quietly.

It was the first time you'd said it out loud. Since you'd learned to skate, there had only been one goal: the Olympics. Getting there wasn't just a matter of training, it was about devoting your life to your craft, it was barely having a life outside of training and competitions and giving all your time to winning. And after spending nearly your entire life doing it, you felt yourself slowly burning out. You'd go through your routines flawlessly, but your heart wasn't in it. All you could think about was the future—the next competition, the next training session, the next qualifier. It took seeing Harry so happy about being drafted to the minor leagues to realize the fire had gone out in you. Thinking of Olympic qualifiers and training and affording coaches and costumes and picking the right music only filled you with dread when you should've felt joy.

"Oh."

"But I don't know who I am if I don't have skating."

"You don't have to compete to skate, you know," Harry said. He rested his hand against your cheek, rubbing his thumb along your temple lightly. "You can c—"

"Oh God, don't say coach," you groaned. "It's perfect. You'll be a hockey superstar and I'll be the washed-up figure skater who couldn't handle the pressure of being an athlete and wound up coaching instead."

"I know you're being like this because you're scared, and that's okay," he said. "But I'll help you find a new dream, Y/n. I promise."

You had to blink away tears because your heart couldn't take how much he cared about you. "Even when I've been a complete bitch?"

"You haven't been. I'm sorry if you felt like I was leaving you behind. I guess in my mind we would always be together, no matter where we ended up."

"God I hate how much I love you sometimes," you grumbled while flinging yourself on top of Harry and holding him tight. "It's too much, you're too much, and I can't stand it—"

"There's a compliment in there somewhere, right?" Harry asked, but you could hear the grin in his voice.

Sitting up, you perched yourself on him, your legs straddling his waist. Dipping down, you made sure your noses were brushing, but you didn't close the distance. Not yet. Your heart was racing simply because Harry had been so kind to you, because he knew you so well and said exactly what you needed to hear. It felt ridiculous to know that there was a time when he pissed you off so much you saw red, that his teasing remarks and cocky grin grated on your nerves. Now you didn't want to imagine a life without him.

"I'm sorry for saying all of those things," you murmured. "I really am proud of you. No one deserves this more than you do."

Harry's hand reached up and threaded through your hair, his fingers gentle as they passed over your scalp. "I know you are. And I mean it, Y/n. I'll help you. I know you love to skate, we just have to find a way to channel that into something else. If not coaching, maybe performing?"

"What? Like Disney on Ice?" you asked skeptically, your nose wrinkling at the thought.

Harry shrugged as his hand dipped beneath your shirt to stroke your back. "You'd be a cute princess."

"With my luck, they'd make me a tree."

"Then you'd be the cutest tree there ever was."

Shaking your head, you nudged your nose against his again. "Can we hit pause on talking about the future? I just want to be with you here. Right now."

"Course," Harry said, one corner of his mouth turning up into a crooked grin. "And then maybe we can circle back to you being my puck whatever."

"Shut up."

"Make me!"

And that was something you knew how to do better than your skating routine.

˚₊‧ 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐥 ‧₊˚

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader

summary: the rumors are terrible and cruel but honey, most of them are true... sometimes

warnings: none.

notes: I got and wrote this request wayy before the whole taylor and joe thing happened 😭 this is apart of the lovers rock series.

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yourusername I just wanna stay in that lavender haze

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user23 SO MOM AND DAD DIDN'T BREAK UP!!

y/n.bae_ y/n shutting down the rumors is queen behaviour

user1 they're married now???!! OMFG

user7 I am not a child of divorce 😘

maudeapatow congratulations!!

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user99 mom and dad are in love people 🥹🫶

taytayswift the taylor reference is everything <3

user222 why were people saying they broke up?? like what was the source?? 😭

user10 they have nothing better to do I swear 💀

moonstoneaura I can rest in peace now 😌

user13 we can all rest now

gracieabrams I'm so happy for you guys <3

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charles_leclerc 🤍🤍

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user4 they survived the great war <3

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charles_leclerc in my jpg era 🤍

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yourusername if the whole racing thing doesn't work out, you can do this instead

charles_leclerc only if you're the model

yourusername deal 🤝

userhearts sobbing from how cute this is 🥹

user87 now that the great war is over, can we go back to bullying charles again?

user12 yea, how dare he steal my wife 😤

user6 I was worried they broke up 🥲

lunermoons whoever started the rumor that they broke up is sobbing quietly in the corner rn ‼️

user109 they grow up so fast 😔

iknowthend ikr, remember when they announced they were dating? damn, time flies by.

Day 2 of sharing pics from my f1 reaction/cursed photos folder.

TAYLOR SWIFT | "illicit affairs" The Era Tour, Denver Night 1

people come up to me and they'd be like "are you just gonna do like a show with all the albums in it?" and was like "yeah, it's gonna be called the eras tour. see you there" -Taylor Swift

💌  ⊹ 𓂃 ｡ ‧ ₊   KNOCK KNOCK ! in the source link , you will find a download link for SNOOZE , a customisable character template ! please do not redistribute , or claim as your own ! usage guidelines are inside the psd. please like / reblog if you found this useful ! <3 reblogs are especially appreciated ! KNOWLEDGE OF CLIPPING MASKS IS NEEDED FOR THIS TEMPLATE! FONTS USED: questrial :)

𝐕𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄

Hey guys! I’ve been a bit out of practice with editing, but I wanna post more templates so I decided to give this idea a try. Everyone can edit this easily, it requires minimum PS knowledge (this is so simple that i’m really insecure about posting this here lol). 

If you want your picture to be over the magazine’s title (as in my examples), you’ll only have to duplicate your picture’s layer, put the copy above the text and erase the background around the title. 

Fonts used: Vogue, NanumGothic, Maitree and Latin Modern Sans

DOWNLOAD HERE | buy me a coffee

𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐄, a template by calie @mccnbw  ─ click the source link to download!

colorings are not included;

instructions are in the layers,

fonts: quicksand.

this is for personal use only, don’t repost on any site; credit isn’t mandatory but don’t claim this as yours. please, like & reblog if you enjoy / use! if you would like to support me consider buying me a coffe ☕ it will be greatly appreciated!

I just made a Wall Layout for my new Taylor Swift posters (+other artists that I like) and I absolutely love it