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Revolving door

An: READER IS A SINGER! anyway. I'm not very sure about this one but oh well

Warnings: nothing I don't think. Talk about sex and getting back with your ex

Taglist: @morganalatina21

If someone asked you what Daniel Ricciardo was to you, you honestly wouldn't be able to tell them.

He was simultaneously your favourite and least favourite person on the planet. His grin and bright eyes would get through your walls everytime you met. It annoyed you to no end.

He approached you at a bar one night with his his arms open as if he expected a hug. You just raised an eyebrow. You always played this stupid game. He'd come up to you as if you were a magnet drawing him in, then eventually convince you to let him take you home.

You were so stupid because you always played along. It seemed like a habit at this point. No, maybe an addiction would be a better way of putting it. You were never the type to fall at the mercy of boys, but that all changed with one call from him.

You always fell deeper into his trap each time. You weren't saying that Daniel was a bad person who liked manipulation girls. Not at all. You were just saying that no matter how many times you broke up, he kept coming back to you. Or maybe it was you who kept going back to him?

"Hi pretty girl. How you doing tonight?" He greeted as he looked you up and down. You knew you looked nice, enough people had told you that you believed them, but you still felt butterflies at the compliment. You rolled your eyes anyway.

It didn't matter how much you protested, saying you couldn't want him less, because you always ended up in the same place. His bed. Under him. Actually that was a lie, sometimes he liked it when you rode him into the early hours of the morning instead.

The same thing always happened though. He'd fuck you over. Maybe he'd say he was too busy with work to have time for you, or maybe he'd be seen with a girl and your jealously was what ruined the nice time you'd been having.

Still, you went with him that night at the bar. You never claimed to be smart with your life choices. Besides, a good way to stop him from talking and annoying you was to put his mouth to work.

The media must've loved the drama they'd got from the two of you meeting up then falling apart time after time. Normally your breakups were messy and public too, Daniel being the public figure he was and you not being able to keep your mouth shut. All of your friends encouraged you to break things off with him, but you just gave them the stupid excuse that it made for good song inspiration.

The truth was that you loved this stupid game of yours, and couldn't help wishing it'd go further than just a three month relationship. If it even got to that sometimes.

Sometimes he'd be a really good boyfriend. He always brought you flowers to your dates and made sure you were never left wanting. He would remember your favourite sweets, your birthday and when your concerts were.

Well. Remembering when your concerts were might've played in his favour slightly because he loved sending you pictures beforehand. Ones that he knew would get you wound up. He loved the sex he got after so he never stopped sending them.

You stood staring at the picture. His sweat glistening on his abs in the bright sunshine and his hand on the prominent bulge in his jeans. You groaned and threw your phone aside.

You were supposed to be on stage, but fuck it. You needed a minute.

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2 hands

An: I was so tempted to write this man in sports car purely because of his massive car collection, but I decided on this instead because we all thought he'd be in the mv

Warnings: talk about sex? I don't even think there's any swearing

So close to what masterlist here

When you first started dating Lando, you had expectations that were all wrong. You'd expected him to want you every night, but he didn't. That was wrong actually, he wanted you, but he didn't act on his urges. He kept showering you with praise and gifts, which you still loved. You were glad he respected you.

But you didn't really want to take it slow. Not at all. He was always sweet with you, while you were going insane.

And God, you loved his hands. They were larger than your's and tanned with thick fingers and visible veins. He would always walk around with a hand on your waist. All the time. Everywhere you went, he was glued to your side with one of his delicious-looking hands on the curve of your waist. That was nice, you wouldn't deny it. You liked how touchy he was with you. It made you feel wanted.

Sometimes it wasn't enough though. It didn't make you feel wanted in the way you wanted him to want you.

All you really wanted was for him to press you into the mattress with his two hands on you. You didn't even need to be in hotels. You'd take him to the intimacy of your own bed, where you'd both settle much better.

That was a simple request, right? But he just didn't initiate anything like that often. Maybe that was his way of showing you he was serious about you, but you hated it. It was like you could feel yourself becoming more and more lost in the desperation for him. You thought you were pretty good looking and had expected him to be on you constantly. He just seemed like the kind of guy who valued sex quite a bit.

Not that you were calling him a slut, but if the shoe fits...

Still, you never downright asked for more sex. You held yourself to higher standards than that. You were however tempted to beg one time when you saw him lick his fingers while grinning at you. You could've sworn he was purposefully teasing you then.

Oh you loved everything about him. That cheeky grin especially. Something about it made you want to kiss him senseless until both if you were whimpering messes.

Then he won a race. And he looked so good, all flushed and smiley. He seemed to think you looked good too, considering he wouldn't take his hands off you you at the after party. Two hands on your waist this time, not just one. You were glowing. You liked that everyone could see that he was yours and interested in you only.

That night you finally got the pleasure you wanted. No, needed. You were spread out on the hotel mattress as he rocked his hips against yours. Drunk you didn't have the sense to keep quiet during, much to the displeasure of Oscar who had the room next to yours.

But how could you stay quiet, when he could do it that good?

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miss possessive

an: I really hope my writing gets better throughout these, but I just can't be bothered spending much time on them, sorry

Warnings: swearing, but not much else, reader is mildly obsessive maybe???

So close to what masterlist here

Ollie was your boyfriend and had been for a few months now. Sure, it wasn't that long, but the way he treated you made you sure it would last your entire life. Therefore you didn't think you should be blamed when you sometimes got a little jealous. You knew your boyfriend was attractive, and you knew how women looked at him. But he was yours so they shouldn't even be thinking about him for too long.

The club was loud and flashy as you walked over to the bar to buy drinks. You'd tried to convince Ollie to let you pay, but of course he just handed you his card and pushed to toward the bar. You'd rolled your eyes, but hadn't complained because God knew he was rich.

You ordered the drinks and thanked the server before grabbing the glasses and walking back to Ollie. The glass felt cold in your warm hands, but not as cold as the chill that washed over you when you saw him talking to your friend. You stopped in your tracks and furrowed your eyebrows as you watched her laugh and blink up at him through her perfect lashes.

That fucking bitch. She knew he was taken.

Now, technically you trusted ollie. You trusted him completely and with your life. But you didn't trust your friend. She always made jokes about stealing your boyfriend and it all just rubbed you the wrong way.

She smiled up at him and touched his arm. She had lovely long hair and lips that were always glossed and those eye... Blue and seductive. That's what her eyes were. They were so much better than your dull, tired ones. She was so pretty, it would be the obvious choice for ollie to pick her over you. But you weren't going to let that happen.

He was yours.

You made your way over to them with the drinks, handing ollie his drink silently and looking your friend up and down. Oh she knew what she was doing. It hadn't even been accidental flirting, you could tell by the way she just smirked at you in response. You would've screamed at her right there and then if the more logical side of your brain didn't remind you that that might be an overreaction.

Of course, Ollie was innocent as ever. His face lit up when he saw you and he thanked you as he took his drink. His face reminded you of the summer and the warm rays it would bathe you with. Maybe that was a strange thought, but it made you smile at him. Yeah, you were mad and jealous, but it really wasn't his fault. You knew he was oblivious to any flirting attempts and was just the same level of friendly with everyone.

You leaned into his side, staring your friend in her eyes. "What were you talking about?" You asked sweetly, but your voice was laced with a sickly tone as you took a sip of your drink. Was jealous a sin? You decided it didn't matter if you got sent to hell for it as long as Ollie didn't leave you for a slag like her.

"Oh, nothing really," she replied. You raised your eyebrows. It was impossible to talk about nothing. Her tone annoyed you too. It was way too light and breezy for anyone to talk that way naturally. Her eyes looked Ollie up and down again, a certain type of shine in them. Why couldn't she just keep her eyes off your man?

"Must've been a fun conversation then," You said dryly.

You could practically hear her annoyed exhale as she tried to calm herself. You could tell she wanted Ollie. Everyone did. Eventually, she cleared her throat and excused herself. You waved one hand mockingly and turned back to your boyfriend.

He smiled down at you, his arm wrapping around your waist in a comforting grip. Ollie never held you too tight, but his touch was always firm, as if to keep you from running away. The thought almost made you laugh because there was no chance you'd ever run away from him when you spent most of your time around him, making sure every girl knew he was yours.

"Shall we dance?" He asked and you nodded, letting him lead you to a small space where you both tried to balance your drink while dancing horribly.

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so close to what?

An: if anyone knows how to get three pictures in a row on tumble instead of two let me know pls pls pls + ik Danny and Franco don't currently have seats but I'm including them anyway + I apologise for my bad writing, this is just for a bit of fun

🩷- fluff 💙- angst (none of them are actually angsty) 💜-steamy (I don't write actual smut)

Done:

Miss possessive- ollie bearman 🩷💙

2 hands- lando norris 💜

Coming soon:

Revolving door- Daniel ricciardo 💜

Bloodonmyhands- Lewis hamilton 💙

Dear God- George Russel 💙💜

Purple lace bra- Carlos sainz 💜

Sports car- pierre gasly 💜

Signs- max verstappen 🩷

I know love- Alex albon 🩷

Like I do- Franco colapinto 💙

It's okay, I'm okay- Liam lawson 💙

No I'm not in love- oscar piastri 🩷💙

Means I care- kimi antonelli 💙

Greenlight- Jack doohan 🩷

Nostalgia- Charles leclerc 🩷💙

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Please save what's left of my family

Hello dear

I am from the Baalousha family from Gaza.. 🇵🇸🍉

I hope you are well .

I write to you with a heart full of hope and faith, and I ask for your urgent help. My family is in great danger due to the war, and I am running a fundraising campaign to save them. My father and mother suffer from diabetes and high blood pressure. Help me secure them

Please, can you reblog my campaign post on my account? Every participation can make a difference in my family's life.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for any help you can provide. 🇵🇸🇵🇸

The campaign was documented by @90-ghost 🍉🍉

pls donate if you can

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Hello dears! I am asking you to support my campaign to help me reach my goal. I am in dire need of your support now to help me stay alive and safe. Gaza is a very dangerous place both in terms of living and lives. The family consists of 20 members, most of them are young children. I need your financial support to enable me to get the basic needs for my family until the Rafah crossing is reopened to transport my family to safety and peace. Please help a family stay alive through your small donations or through your shares to others. Thank you very much for standing by those in need. My campaign 90-ghoset has been documented

pls donate if u can

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are you jealous darling?

nikolai lantsov (sturmhond) x reader

Tw: nothing really just some feelings of self doubt

Summary: when the sun summoner comes along, you find yourself unreasonably upset

The sun summoner hadn't even been on board for a week and yet you had changed direction completely to help her little mission.

You also seemed to lack the jobs that you usually did. For example, the very important job of lighting Sturmhond's candles in the evening because the sun summoner had it covered. He started asking her for favours and not you and you hated it.

It wasn't that you hated Alina, not at all. She seemed nice, but you just couldn't stand to be in the same room as her when your capitain was making heart eyes at her. Not when you'd been in love with the man for as long as you'd known him.

After almost a week of your strange behavior, people started to notice. First the twins, then some other crew members that you were close with. Then finally, Sturmhond himself. He stopped you in the hallway quite suddenly one day.

"What's going on with you? I don't know what but somethings weird," He said. Well, his reputation had never been for having great observational skills.

"I don't know what you're on about. I'm just not feeling myself."

"Have you come down with something?" He put a hand on your arm as if you steady you and you caught your breath.

"No. I reckon I'll be okay."

He nodded, then looked like he was debating saying something. "I missed you. I know you didn't go away but normally we have these talks in the evening and you haven't been coming to my office recently."

"I thought you just called me there to light your candles."

He looked at you puzzled. "I would've lit my own candles if that were the case."

You felt very stupid and embarrased all at once. That made sense and the revelation that he'd invited you to be the one that he poured over maps with made you feel special.

"Why haven't you been coming to my office?"

You debate telling him a lie about having some sickness to save yourself from embarrassment but decide not to. "Because Alina's here. The sun summoner. She's been taking over so many of my jobs and I thought it was stupid to try talk to you because you're always together."

"Come into my office." He grabbed your hand and pulled you behind him.

"Do you have an obsession with me being in your office or something?" You asked, but then he turned around and there was a new sort of intensity in his stare that made you shut up.

"Why didn't you talk to me at all? You were avoiding me."

"I was kinda avoiding Alina too."

"Why?"

You took a deep breath, but the words were out before you had the chance to figure out how to properly reply. "Because I thought you were in love with her."

He stared at you for a few seconds before his face broke into a sly smirk. "Are you jealous, darling?"

You scoffed, face turning red. "Of who? You or Alina?"

"Of Alina. Would you like me to be in love with you?" For all his jokes, he said that last part as soberly as a judge, his hands coming up to cup your face.

You felt breathless and nodded slightly because it's all that you could do.

"Well then, it's a good thing I do, isn't it?" He said, before leaning in to kiss you.

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seeing him again

nikolai lantsov x reader

Tw: bad, unedited writing

enjoy <3

Disguising yourself as a servant to escape the palace with Alina probably wasn't the best idea you'd ever had. Now, her and Mal were leading you onto a random ship after escaping near death.

Two members of the crew lead you below deck and into a small room. "Captain. We have some stowaways for you," the woman said before letting you walk into the room properly.

But then the only thing keeping you moving was Mal's hand on your shoulder. You could have laughed. You would've laughed if there wasn't a possibility that the scary woman would behead you.

There he was sat. The captain. Prince Nikolai. He'd grown, no longer the boy you remembered. Not that you were complaining, he was still ridiculously attractive. You realised that he was talking, but you didn't care because he wasn't talking to you.Seeing him made your girlish ways spring back up the the box that you'd buried them in. You stared at him for too long, and fidgeted with your dress. He caught your eye, staring at you with a confused expression. You willed him to recognise you, even through your mask of different coloured hair and different face.

"Tolya, Tamar, show the sunsummoner to her hammock. And her little partner. Leave the other girl, I want to talk to her."

The other girl? You weren't sure if you'd ever been as offended in your life. Alina sent you a questioning look, silently asking if you needed help, to which you answered with a shrug.

You watched the four of them leave the room, which suddenly felt much too small for you and the Prince. But at the same time there was entirely too much space in between you.

"Would you like to know what those two members of my crew are?"

This wasn't at all how you'd imagined reuniting with Nikolai. For example: you weren't disguised, he knew who you were and he wouldn't be talking about anyone else.

"Well, you can tell me if you'd like."

He smirked, standing up and walking around his desk. "They're heartrenders. And they told me that your lying. However, you haven't said a word since you entered this room, so I wonder what it is exactly that you are lying about. I won't snitch, promise."

"I know you won't. You wouldn't dare." You weren't entirely sure how you could stand to keep talking like this, but you did.

"Do you want to bet?"

You nodded and stepped closer. You brushed his hair away from his eyes at the same time as you let your features merge back to normal.There were no words for the moments after that. All you felt was an overwhelming sense of relief. You weren't sure what he felt, but you loved how he was looking at you. Eyes wide and mouth agape, he stood still, as if the slightest movement would scare you away.

Then he dropped onto his knees.

"Niko," You said in surprise, then, "Do they know who you are?"

He just nodded mindlessly from where he was on the ground, staring up at you. "I tried. I promise, I tried."

You crouched down so you could be eyelevel. "Niko what?"

"To get back to you. I tried. We kept getting lost or sent away or into battles but I tried and I'm sorry but I promise-"

You cut him off by putting a hand over his mouth. "Are you okay?"

He nodded, confused.

"Then it doesn't matter."

Then you kiss him and you could tell he didn't expect it. To be fair you weren't expecting it either, but once the idea came into your mind you just had to kiss him. You placed your hands around the back of his neck and he placed one on your cheek, the other on your waist.You leant away from the kiss, much to his dismay, and pulled him up to standing

."Do you think I should tell Alina and Mal who I am?"

"I think that you should just stay in this room with me for the rest of your days."You rolled your eyes at him, kissing his nose.

"No because really, I don't remember how to get back to how I looked."

Nikolai wrinkled his nose at you. "Stay like this. I like you like this."

"Do you think I'll get hit?"

"What?""Alina seems to be a very violent person even though she's tiny. And she doesn't like people lying to her."

"I'll make sure you don't get hit."

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headcanons

Spencer Reid:

•Germaphobe (ik it's canon but still)

•Let's you play with his hair, but only if he really trusts you

•Likes doing your hair and is actually very good at it

•Is very good at a lot of things actually

•Exept cooking. You can't convince me he's a master chef

•He's insecure, poor baby

•Needs lots of reassurance

•Likes being smaller spoon best, but sometimes feels like he has to be bigger spoon

•Switch

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Masterlist

Criminal minds

Derek Morgan

Sometimes I'm okay pt1

Spencer Reid

headcanons

Shadow and bone

Nikolai Lantsov

Seeing him again

are you jealous, darling?

F1 drivers

So close to what?

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Sometimes I'm okay pt1

Sorry if this sucks, it's my first work on here. Also its set during that episode in season 2 where Derek's in jail.

tw: swearing, jail, mentions of death ig

Derek Morgan was in deep shit.

First off, he had been in Chicago for the past few days and hadn't came to say hello to you at all. In fact, he seemed to have been avoiding your area of town all together. Secondly, he was sat in a prison cell.

The first point could be explainable. You'd had an argument before he left last year. You weren't in the wrong, but maybe you hadn't been in the right either. He just wanted you to move with him to wherever it was that he lived. To this day you still didn't know why you'd said no.

You had walked very calmly -not at all- right up to where Carl was conversing with the detective.

"Where in the hell is he?" You asked. The detective didn't like me much, but he didn't like many of the kids in the area.

"Alright, just wait one second lady, you can't just storm in here and start demanding things."

You just rolled your eyes, knoeing that the detective owed you. "I want to see him."

Carl spoke up. "I understand that you're upset, we all are. I mean, Derek never seemed like the kind to do this."

You stared at him for what felt like a god few minutes but in reality was just a couple of seconds.

"Carl you listen to me, you are ten times more likely to have murdered those boys than he is." You turned back to the detective, ignoring the burning feeling of eyes on your back. "And I said that I wanted to see him."

"I'll see what can be done."

He walked away, using his brain for once. You turned towards the group of people eying your back, not at all in the mood to be dealing with cops.

"The hell are you staring at?"

A few of them made themselves look busy, as if they hadn't been staring. A tall lady with dark hair came closer though, and asked, "Do you know Derek Morgan?"

"You could say that. Why? Who are you?"

"I'm Special Agent Emily Prentiss, I'm on the same team as Morgan in the FBI. If you could tell us anything that would help with proving his innocence then that would be amazing."

"I can't tell you anything darling, just that the detective knows damn well that it wasn't Derek."

Anything she would have said then was cut off by the detective returning, grabbing you arm and saying, "Five minutes. Make it fast."

You stepped into the interrogation room, it was a few degrees colder than the outside, and spotted Derek sat against the wall.

"Derek." It would've been comical how he jumped but instead it was just concerning since he was FBI. He quickly stood up and came towards you, but stopped himself before he got too close.

"(Y/N)," He said and you couldn't tell if the tone in his voice was one of relief or something else, something more panicked. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Better question Derek, why are you sat in a cell? And I only have five minutes so you better make it fast."

He sighed running a hand across his face. "They think I killed those boys. Happy? Now get out."

"No. I also want to know why the hell you've been coating me for the past year. Like I know that we argued but Jesus."

"I was busy. The FBI doesn't give many days off. Besides im sure this placce hasnt been too bad. How's life treating you here in dear Chicago baby? Hmm? Bet you wish you'd taken me up on my offer now."

You took a step closer to him. That hurt a bit. He knew exactly why you needed to get out of here and it was the people. You hated them. In truth, you did wish that you'd moved wish him and away from here, but you would never admit that.

"You're being very mean to me today Derek. Why's that?"

He just sighed again before coming closer and whispering, "Come on, you know that that detective will spin anything he can to get you arrested. This? You're plotting what to do since I got caught."

You didn't speak for a moment, no words were needed. Then, "Who do you think it was?"

He just looked at you in a way that told you everything you needed to know. "They're trying to dig into my past baby. You can't let them."

You hesitated, tripping over your words and bringing up a hand to rest on his cheek. "Maybe, just maybe, it'll help."

"(Y/N). Please. Help me out here."

"So what do you want me to do? Stick around or get out of here."

He smiled even though it wasn't funny. "Just stick around. Ask them if you can help then go home. I'll drop by when I get out. I promise."

"You gotta pinkie promise or it isn't trustworthy."

He grinned, this time he seemed happier, and held out his hand with an extended pinkie and you hooked mine with his. Then a guard came back into the room and told you that you had to leave.

You smiled back at Derek then followed the guard, with a backwards glance to try see him through closing doors.

Pt2 soon