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ccupcakqs · 22 hours ago
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that's okayy
also i'm making the percy jackson x reader one wth the wedding soo yeah! your ideas are actually so so good
lizzyy i miss uu where did u goo
i'm sorryyyy i was sleeping
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ccupcakqs · 23 hours ago
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oh noo hope you get better!
guys my tummy hurts ☹️☹️
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ccupcakqs · 23 hours ago
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oh no that's not good 😞 i missed youu
help i don't wanna go to school save me 😭😭
hi, ill probs be asleep when you read this (STUPID TIME DIFFERENCE)
but...
GOOD MORNING ANGEL!! HOW WAS YOUR SLEEP?
vv not sigma 😔😔 i barely slept at all
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ccupcakqs · 1 day ago
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May I have iv. written in the stars too please
i think will solace! you and will because he’s warm in a way that doesn’t burn and you’re weird (in a cool way) in a way he’d never want to change!!
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ccupcakqs · 1 day ago
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Please may I have a v. rain tapping on the window
personality: im impulsive daydreamer, kind(well i hope so) messy, good analyzer open minded, sensitive, i can be however cold and dry when im angry. im a pushuver for some extent but when i snap i cut tie. im very affectionate and carry a book/plushie
everywhere. my humor is dark like very. i don't have social skill and i seems confident but im not at all.
2. MBTI: INFP-T
3. Zodiac Big 3 (sun, moon rising) & your Venus: libra sun virgo moon taurus rising and virgo venus
4. Hogwarts House : hufflepuf
5. Moral Alignment : lawful good
6. Three things/traits you love about yourself: i like the fact that i can dream everywhere, im proud that i can be more analyzing because it make me feel powerful to know how something work. and my eyes im vietnamese and proud.
7. What you look for in a partner: someone that is grounded and steady, someone understanding and affectionate because I would literally die without HUGS IM A HUGGER HUG IS LIFE LIFE IS HUG. however that is not afraid to call me out on my BS.
8 Your sexuality
BI but mâle lean
8. Pronouns (also an important one!)
she/her
10. Favourite aesthetic : dark
academia and + cottagore = (like green
witch)
11 Favourite colour : blue
12 Your likes, hobbies and what you're passionate about: mythology, magic, books music, singing ((off key)) , i like seeing recap on horror movie and search on internet creepy legends.
to be honest jason grace!! i think because he’d get your moods without needing an explanation and you’d make him feel like he could finally relax around someone!!
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ccupcakqs · 1 day ago
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they’ll be here when you wake up. go get some rest, you’ve done enough kitten-wrangling for one night.
buut please spam me when u wake up angel!!
SLEEP PRETTY PLS WTH A CHERRY ONTOP!!
lydiaa, you should go to bed so when you wake up you have tons of energy to talk to all your moots!!
but but.. tiktok
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ccupcakqs · 2 days ago
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no. bed. now. i’m tucking you in myself. hands you your plushie and kisses your forehead goodnight. no more scrolls!
lydiaa, you should go to bed so when you wake up you have tons of energy to talk to all your moots!!
but but.. tiktok
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ccupcakqs · 2 days ago
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okay! i'll make it during the holidays!!
im making cupcakes for my friends and i was wondering whats ur fave flavour??
i LOVE strawberry 😽😽
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ccupcakqs · 2 days ago
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ooh YUM i love red velvet!!
ive never tried strawberry, should i try?
im making cupcakes for my friends and i was wondering whats ur fave flavour??
i LOVE strawberry 😽😽
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ccupcakqs · 2 days ago
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Congrats for the 100 followers 💕
eee thank you so so much!!
tbh idk how i gained 100 in like 2 weeks!?!
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ccupcakqs · 2 days ago
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you’re blog is beautiful!!! can we be moots please?
omg thank you so much!! and of course we can be moots <3
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ccupcakqs · 2 days ago
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— misty mornings & warm mugs 𝜗𝜚˚⋆.
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hi angels!! I genuinely don’t even know how to express how thankful I am, 100 of you?!?! I started this little blog with zero expectations, just a love for writing and the fact that one hundred people are here, reading and supporting my work, means everything to me :)
thank you for being so kind, for reading, for reblogging, for sending the sweetest messages, for just… showing up! I’m so grateful for every single one of you. also 3 ideas aren't mine so credits to the original creators!
last thing, my rules for the event are the same as my regular rules linked here! also please specify if the request is for the event in my inbox!!
open from 22/6 to 4/06!!
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i. mugs between our hands: ask me something, anything! fandom stuff, random stuff, personal (but not creepy) stuff. soo you can get to know me better!!
ii. a poem for the quiet moments: send me a word, a feeling, or a little moment from your day. something simple or weird or nice. i’ll write you a short poem based on it
iii. love at lights out: tell me a few things about yourself! I’ll match you with the F1 driver I think you’d vibe with most and tell you what kind of dynamic you’d have 🏎
iv. written in the stars: tell me a few things about yourself and I’ll match you with a riordanverse character. just a little fun to see who you’d click with most at camp!
v. rain tapping on the window: tell me a few things about yourself and I’ll match you with a fictional boyfriend!
vi. quiet corners & open hearts: come talk to me! tell me about anything! you can be anonymous or not, I truly don’t mind. I’d just really love to know the people who are here with me 🫶🏼
vii. colors of a moment: send me a theme, a character, a feeling, or a scene you love. it can be from books, shows, races, or anything you want. i’ll make a moodboard that captures the vibe and mood you’re thinking of.
viii. echoes that float beyond words and time: tell me a bit about yourself your style your favorite colors or just how you like to spend your time and I will tell you which aesthetic fits your personality
ix. a glimpse of your world: send me some of your attributes favorite moods personality traits or just random things about you and I will put together a small playlist based on your vibe just a few songs that feel like you
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ccupcakqs · 2 days ago
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IM GOOD! IM SO SLEEPY THO BUT ITS ONLY 6:00 AND IF I SLEEP NOW ILL WAKE UP AT 4:00😭😭
HII CUTIE PIE HOW ARE YOU!!
HIHIHIII I JS WOKE UP WATCHED THE MAZE RUNNER LAST NIGHT N SOBBED
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ccupcakqs · 3 days ago
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OH OMG I HAVE TO WATCH THAT MOVIE IVE BEEN SEEING EDITS SO MUCH RECENTLY
HII CUTIE PIE HOW ARE YOU!!
HIHIHIII I JS WOKE UP WATCHED THE MAZE RUNNER LAST NIGHT N SOBBED
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ccupcakqs · 3 days ago
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— more than the win ౨ৎ✧˚
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warnings: public kiss, championship win, heart-melting softness pairing: max verstappen x reader a/n: inspired by "where's the trophy? he just comes running over to me"
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he doesn’t hear the cheers at first.
doesn’t feel the sparks or the smoke or the flood of noise erupting from the grandstands. he hears his name over the radio, hears his engineer say the words he’s worked his whole life for — “you’re world champion, max. that’s it. you did it.” — and still, it doesn’t sink in.
not until he sees you.
because that’s the thing. not the crowd, not the flash of the fireworks, not the stats blinking across his dash. it’s your face in the crowd, right where he knew you’d be, eyes wide, hands pressed to your mouth like you forgot how to breathe.
he breathes again only when your eyes meet.
you are still there when he pulls into parc fermé. still there when the world runs to him. still the only thing that cuts through the chaos. he doesn’t stop to look at the cameras. doesn’t shout. doesn’t throw his helmet in the air like he’s done a hundred times before.
he steps out of the car and walks straight to you.
you barely have time to speak before he’s got both arms around your waist, lifting you off the ground like you weigh nothing at all.
“i was looking for you,” he says into your shoulder.
you laugh through tears. “i was right here.”
he doesn’t kiss you yet. he just holds you for a moment longer, like the weight of the whole year is finally gone and he can exhale into you. his fingers are still in his gloves, still curled with adrenaline, but they grip you like a promise.
when he finally sets you down, you don’t let go of each other.
the cameras don’t stop clicking.
“you really did it,” you whisper, brushing sweaty hair off his forehead.
he grins. a real one. boyish and golden and free. “i had to. promised you, didn’t i?”
you smile, breath catching.
his lips find yours then. slow, sweet, a little dizzying. the crowd explodes again, louder than the fireworks. someone throws a hat into the air. the confetti sticks to your cheeks and to his jawline. he kisses you again anyway.
they give him the trophy on the podium, and the whole world is watching.
his hands don’t shake when they place it in his grip. he’s never looked steadier. like this was always coming. like he’s exactly where he’s supposed to be.
but when the anthem ends and the fireworks crack like thunder overhead, his gaze drops to the barrier.
you’re there again. hands on the railing. waiting for him.
max steps down without a second thought.
he doesn’t head straight to the media or the cameras. he walks to you. through the puddles of champagne and over the slick floor, ignoring the dozens of microphones reaching for a soundbite. ignoring the glitter, the clapping, the chaos.
his smile is softer now. not adrenaline-fueled or wild. just full.
he taps the trophy with one finger. “it’s heavier than it looks.”
you smirk. “that’s what happens when you carry a whole team on your back.”
he leans over the barrier and kisses you again. this time slow, unhurried, like the night isn’t moving.
you think that’s the moment.
but then he hands someone the trophy. and without a single word, he lifts you over the barrier and onto his shoulders.
you gasp, laughing, hands bracing on his head.
“max—”
“hold on.”
he turns toward the crowd, toward the flashing cameras, toward the thousands of people screaming his name. and he doesn’t care about any of them. he cares about you. up there, steady on his shoulders. your laughter in his ears. your arms holding tight.
he raises both fists in the air.
and that photo goes everywhere.
they caption it in every language. they call it victory, devotion, love. some say it’s a fairytale moment. others say it’s too much.
max just calls it right.
and when someone posts a side-by-side — a screenshot from months ago, mid-interview, where he said with a grin, “if i win, i’m putting her on my shoulders, no question” — it’s the most shared image of the night.
all those years. all those races. and this is what it comes down to — your hands in his hair, his name in the sky, a promise kept.
later, much later, after the podium and the press and the endless photos, you’re both tucked away in a quiet part of the paddock. max is sitting on a crate, champagne-splashed and starry-eyed, hair still wet from the bottle lando dumped on him earlier.
you’re in his lap. your hands are curled into his suit. your cheek is against his collarbone.
he’s holding the trophy again. but only because you insisted he keep it nearby. he was more than ready to leave it in the car.
“can i say something stupid?” you ask, voice muffled into his neck.
“you always can.”
“this feels like the first time we met.”
he huffs a tired laugh. “we were arguing in a motorhome.”
“and now you’re world champion.”
he doesn’t answer right away. his fingers trace slow patterns across your back.
then, quietly: “i don’t care about that.”
you lift your head. “you do.”
“i care that you’re here.”
he kisses you before you can speak again. softer than the podium. deeper than parc fermé. one hand on your cheek, the other still cradling the trophy like it’s just another part of the story.
you break the kiss first, forehead resting against his.
“what happens now?”
he smiles. “now?”
“yeah.”
“now we go home. you steal half my hoodies. i make you pancakes. and we forget how loud today was.”
you close your eyes.
“i’ll remember all of it.”
he tilts your chin up, kisses you one more time.
“good,” he whispers. “so will i.”
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ccupcakqs · 3 days ago
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omg i get the same thing and idk how to fix it :(
granted ive only gone for 3 shifts but honestly it's totally normal since you might still be adjusting to the change??
is it normal to still be feeling sick to your stomach thinking about having to go to work even after working there for a month yes or no 😍
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ccupcakqs · 3 days ago
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OK WAIT CONFESSION TIME… i’ve never actually watched maze runner 😭😭 i just know newt is The One because of the edits LMAOO like he looks reallt british?? that’s all i need. but now u have to explain the entire plot to me in the most basic way possible. spoilers are fine bc i probs won’t understand it anyway 😭
also yes pls take pics i will eat them up like it’s national geographic. i hope you find a secret passage or something. indiana jones style
HELLURR!!
HII! HOW ARE U??
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