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PLS FRANK I CAN REALLY FIX YOU!!

i can fix him (no really i can)

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I’m giggling

I think way too much about Peeta calling Katniss baby in his husky southern accent.

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ᯓ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ⑅ walk him like a dog 3 ✯ jb22 .ᐟ.ᐟ

★ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃﹕﹙ yes/no - here﹚ — 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘﹕﹙in which sebastian vettels sister gets her dream job to work along with him, but stumbles across an infamous playboy﹚ — 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒﹕﹙small mention of vomiting, alcohol consumption, drunk reader, purpose use of lowercase letters only, use of y/n, VERYY light angst [i think], probably not well proofread, lmk if there's anything i missed!!﹚ — 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆﹕﹙jenson button 22 x f!vettel!reader﹚ — 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓﹕﹙idk but its not that long at all﹚ ★ 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐎﹕﹙send in asks about this series or requests for parts/blurbs i need em 😞 [can be smut but then again i need a plot for it + i need to learn how to write it smhh]﹚

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SEB ISN'T THE USUAL OVER-PROTECTIVE BROTHER you'd see in many close sibling relationships. yes, he cares for you and still is and forever will be protective of you, but he's not one to stop you from having fun and partying.

he knew you were mature enough to stand for yourself and speak for yourself. so when you told him you agreed with your colleague to go to the party your co-works, f1 drivers, and many more were planning to attend, he simply nodded and smiled, trusting your guts. after all, you were an adult who can make your own decisions.

it wasn't often that you'd socialise more and attend gatherings like this. considering you were a studious woman now and during uni, you couldn't help but feel nervous. you never liked to get wasted, especially with the pounding headaches you'd get the next morning. the prospect of having to interact with more people made your heart race.

luckily, you've already made some extroverted friends/co-workers -- who love attending parties -- during your time working at redbull. they were there to be by your side during the party and help you dress.

"...are you sure this isn't too revealing?" you stand in front of your bathroom mirror. you shivered a bit, feeling a cool breeze as you turned slightly so you could see the opened part of your dress in the back. the dress was a pale baby blue, with delicate lacing and a small ribbon around the waist. "it's cold."

"trust me, babes, you look perfect." one of your friends, madison, giggled. "here, wear this so you don't freeze your tits off." she joked, handing you a sweater. you put it over your dress as you thank her, feeling a bit warmer.

"c'mon, i've been dying to do her makeup!" brianna, another one of your friends, said. "and i wanna add some accessories!!" jia grinned as she held up some jewellry.

you can't help but chuckles softly, letting them style you as you sat in a chair in front of the mirror. not even 30 minutes later, you were all ready to go. you smiled as you looked at yourself, looking at the pearl necklace displayed on your neck. your makeup wasn't too shimmer and sparkles, and was just right. you tucked your hair behind your ear as it kept falling in your face.

"here, babes." one of your friends handed you a hairband. you put it on, "thank you guys. really. i love it."

"i mean, what are friends for?" bri nudges you playfully. you all laughed, smiling.

"well, what are we waiting for? let's go!!" jia grins, rushing you all out.

〜

you could already hear the pounding music as you approached the club with your friends. they pulled you inside, ready to party. your heart thumped nervously, but you tried to relax yourself.

you smile as you see your brother and jenson. "seb!!"

"y/n!" he smiles back as you approach them.

"oh and hello, jenson." your smile widens, greeting the two gentlemen. sebastian wore a simple tux whilst jenson, on the other hand, looked as sharp as ever in his suit.

"y/n, glad you could make it." he breathed, taking the view in. "you look.. breathtaking."

seb almost snorts, seeing his friend so starstruck. "mark is here, gotta go!" he excuses himself, heading over to him. you can't help but roll your eyes at your brother as he leaves.

"thank you, you too." you can't help but giggle as he kisses your hand. "what a gentleman." you say playfully.

"only for pretty and nice girls like you." he winks with a grin. you laugh softly. the two of you easily fell into a conversation, laughing and joking as the night wore on. you felt like you both were the only ones in the room. that's how much jenson makes you feel so content.

"care to grab a drink?" jenson smiles, gesturing to the bar.

"mmm, of course." you follow him as he orders two margaritas.

you sip your drink as you chat, "i didn't know you liked margaritas."

"you do." he says, sipping his margarita. you open your mouth slightly, about to say something. he considered and remembered that about *you.

"i do love margaritas." you smile. as the night went on, you both got a little tipsy.

"god, i love this song." you hum along with the beat.

"in that case, care to dance, m'lady?" jenson grins, putting his cup on hte bar counter before bowing down slightly and holding out his hand.

"oh but of course, good sir." you giggle, putting down your drink as well and taking his hand.

he lead you to the dance floor, putting his strong hand on your waist. you were a bit too drunk to even fantasise about it, letting your hips sway to the beat.

"didn't know you were much of a dancer." jenson joked, watching you dance to the beat.

"i'm not, but ugh, i love this song." you wrap your arms around jensons neck, letting him sway you. jenson chuckled, leaning in closer.

as he watched you dance, he took in ever inch of you, every detail. you looked ethreal. he loved the way your skin looked under the flashing lights of the club. he loved the way your lips sang along to the song. he loved the way you moved your body to the beat. he loved the way you laughed, the way those few strands of hair would often fall onto your face and you'd push it behind your ear. he loved the way you were always quick and witty, smart with your words. he loved the way you smiled when you were with him.

and that's when it struck him. it was then that he realised he was in love. really in love. not just infatuated, not just drawn to your beauty and intelligence, but truly, deeply in love with every part of you. he was absolutely smitten. and god, this feeling. it was a mixture of joy and vulnerability, a rush of warmth flooding his chest whenever he thought of you. it was a love that consumed him, yet made him feel more alive than ever before.

"c'mon, let's get more drinks!!" you giggled, feeling a bit light on your head. you lead jenson to the bar and you both ordered more drinks.

"i think that's enough for you, love." jenson chuckled.

"oh c'monnn, you're no fun!" you already started to slur your words, blinded by the lights of the club.

"darling, you might get a hangover. i think that's enough." he pushed those loose strands of hair behind your ear, leaning a little closer. you stumbled a bit, obviously a little dizzy. "told you." he said.

"i never noticed, your eyes are slightly gray." you look up into jenson's eyes.

"pardon?" he furrows his eyebrows.

you put your hand on his cheek, leaning slightly closer and not minding the close proximity. "your eyes. i just thought they were blue."

enjoying your touch, jenson smiles. "yeah, you're definitely drunk."

"am not!" you giggle.

"let's get you home, love." jenson sighs, putting his hand over your hand that layed on his cheek. he pulled you out of the club, making sure to let sebastian know you both were leaving.

he lead you to his car. "where are we goooingg?" you slurred as jenson buckled you in.

"to your apartment." he got in the drivers seat, buckled himself up and started driving. you soon arrive, and he helps you up the elevator and inside your apartment.

"i don't feel so well.." you groan, leaning on jenson's shoulder. he lead you to the bathroom, pulling your hair back as you threw up into the toilet. he helps you wash your face, then lays you on your bed. who knew he could be so caring?

"water?" he asks softly, holding up a glass. you nod, taking a few sips. he sits next to you on the bed as you place your glass back down. you look up at him, admiring the view as he strokes your hair.

"jenson?"

"yes, love?"

"you're really pretty." you mumble softly.

jenson smiles. "and you're gorgeous."

"can i kiss you?" you slur, reaching up to cup his face. he purses his lips, frowning.

"i.. i can't."

you let your hand fall. "why not?"

"you're drunk."

"so?"

"what if you didn't want to kiss me? if you were sober, i mean." he sighed.

"but i do."

"i can't be sure. go to sleep, y/n." he tucks you in, kissing your forehead.

"goodnight, jense."

★ 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐎﹕﹙changed the theme btw yayayayyaayayya﹚ ౨ৎ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓﹕﹙@gray4youuu @c-losur3 @ujws5 @namgification @faithshouseofchaos @isurvived3-11andimproud @somebodyonce-toldme @44lewico﹚

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SEND IN ASKS PLS POOKS!!

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I agree

The best solution to everyone pitting Reg and Lily against each other is to let them kiss on the mouth

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Happy the flash day for all those who celebrate🤗🤗🤗🤗

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SOMEONE GIVE ME POLY MARAUDERS PLUS LILY AND NOBODY GETS HURT

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The queen has posted.

ᯓ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ⑅ walk him like a dog ✯ jb22 .ᐟ.ᐟ

★ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃﹕﹙ yes/no ﹚ — 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘﹕﹙in which sebastian vettels sister gets her dream job to work along with him, but stumbles across an infamous playboy﹚ — 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒﹕﹙purpose use of lowercase letters only, not sure if there's gonna be another part, use of y/n, black-cat!reader, golden-retriever-ish!jenson, past-playboy!jenson, lowkey-past-toxic!jenson, VERYY light angst [i think], probably not well proofread, lmk if there's anything i missed!!﹚ — 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆﹕﹙jenson button 22 x f!vettel!reader﹚ — 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓﹕﹙icba checking but it's not much at all imooo fjdkjfdsjfkla﹚ ★ 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐎﹕﹙this lowkey reminds me of a 2018 wattpad story but fuck it we ball﹚

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IT WASN'T SURPRISING for a young, intelligent woman like you to get your dream job in motorsport, especially as the not very known sister of the much loved driver at rbr, sebastian vettel. start of the season, first day, no sweat. couldn't be much harder than what you've been studying for all your years at uni. you just started working for your brothers team, red bull racing. you could not wait. not only did you get to work at the job you've been dreaming of since you were a little kid, but you got to work along side your older brother, who you loved dearly.

even though you were attempted to be knocked down down by some stupid boys when you were younger, it never stopped you from watching f1 races, studying how they built their cars, or researching about your favourite motorsport. you were determined, stubborn and hardworking. the perfect traits for someone to pursue their dream job. with your supportive brother and family by your side, you were thankful that you finally have made it this far.

as the studious young lady you were, it also wasn't surprising that you were shuffling through your folder containing multiple notes, making sure you didn't forget anything. paying too much attention to what you were doing - rather than where you were going, you bumped into a hard wall.

no, wait. not a wall, but rather a fairly tall man in his early 30s. your folder falls to the floor, the pencil tucked behind your ear doing its best to stay put. squatting down to pick up the fallen folder, you mumbled rapidly. "shoot, sorry, that was completely my fault, i wasn't paying attention to where i wa-"

"relax, darling," you heard a chuckle, the british accent sounding familiar in your ears. "you seem to be stressing yourself out." as you stood up, you were faced with the one and only 2009 wdc winner. "..i- sorry." you whispered softly, embarressed as you stared at your shoes.

"it's alright, love. it was an accident." he grinned, leaning over slightly to see your face. "i haven't seen you around here, are you-"

"there you are!!" your older brother, jogs up to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. you seemed to forget all about your little accident as you crack into a smile. "c'mon now, you're going to be late." you giggle as seb drags you along with him.

jenson watched as you and sebastian went over to the red bull garage. his eyes followed your perfect posture, up to how your clothes were neat and unwrinkled, finally stopping and lingering on your face. 'friends' with the 2010 champion, hmm? he watched as you entered the garage. he couldn't wait to meet you again.

〜

"hello there, love." from the corner of your eye, you could see a shadow leaning on the doorframe. that same british accent from the day before, that same faint cologne, that same little smirk that seemed to get on your nerves in the weirdest - but not bad - way.

"mr. button." you nod as you wrote notes that you learnt the day before on your tablet.

"please, it's just jenson." jenson sat next to you, leaning over your shoulder to see what you were writing. he did it like personal space wasn't a thing. "i didn't get your name." he turned your head to face you, a small grin on his face.

"it's y/n." you say, not facing him.

"i take it you know sebastian? y'know, from yesterday." he asks, attempting to start a conversation.

"he's my brother." you press 'save' on your tablet, finally closing it and meeting jenson's eyes for the first time. your gaze lingered for a quick second, taking in his features, observing his demeanour.

jenson paused. "brother? i didn't know he had any siblings." jenson says curiously.

"you don't seem to know a lot of things." you say jokingly, giving him a tiny grin. the man couldn't help but chuckle.

"y/n vettel? such a pretty name for a pretty woman." he winks, thinking his usual playboy charm would work on you just like the other girls.

you can't help but roll your eyes playfully as you packed your things. "see you around, button."

〜

you reached into your handbag to pay for your ice cream. the cashier shook her head, gesturing to a man sitting by the window. "he already paid." you furrow your eyebrows. "oh, alright. thank you." you give the cashier a small smile before turning to where she was gesturing to.

jenson damn button. you could already feel his gaze on you and that lingering scent on him as you sat in front of the driver.

"there's really no need to pay for me, mr. button."

"and there's really no need to call me 'mr. button,' love." jenson chuckles, taking a sip of his coffee.

you sigh. you couldn't be stubborn with him, knowing how hard headed he was from all your years of watching f4 to f1.

"this is a nice little shop, don't you think? perfect place to hangout before the australian gp." jenson leans forward, that same smirk on his face.

"mmm, yeah. they have delicous ice cream." you take a bite of yours, not being able to help but feel guilty for not paying for your ice cream.

"what's your favourite flavour?" jenson asks, trying to fuel the conversation.

"chocolate. basic but the best." you say softly with icecream covered lips.

"that's fair." he chuckles. "i'm a vanilla kind of guy."

from there, your conversation grew longer. you both opened up more, sharing small laughs and recalling past memories. it felt like only minutes to you both, but little did you know it was nearly dinner.

"would you look at that, it's nearly 6pm." you check your phone.

"well, before i say goodbye, do you think i could have the pleasure of taking you out for dinner this thursday?" jenson grins.

"nice try, button, but im busy all week. try again next time, and we'll see." chuckling, you pack up your things. "later!" you leave the icecream shop as jenson's eyes follow.

"later." he mumbles. this felt different. different in a way he's never felt like this before. different in a way that you were different. different in a way he was really falling for someone. different or stupid, his stomach twisted with mixed feelings. different.

★ 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐎﹕﹙i genuinely don't know when im gonna have more parts to this 😔﹚ ౨ৎ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓﹕﹙@gray4youuu @c-losur3 @ujws5 @namgification @faithshouseofchaos @isurvived3-11andimproud﹚

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I can’t believe I abandoned you guys like this…

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I literally have to wait years to be with mine… (idk why I did this to myself)

y’all i need my dr s/o so bad right now it’s not even funny like i’m about to rip my hair out pleaseeeee why does he have to be so far away ??/!? and then when i shift i have to wait months for us to actually be together im

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I need more rick grimes x reader, NON SMUT!

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I’m next!

requirements to be adopted by batman

Prexisting Trauma!

a child (optional)

orphan (optional, but preferred)

human (optional)

truly heinous coping mechanisms

dark hair (other colors available only for those who have another family)

honestly doesn’t like batman all that much

slightly skewed morals (more a resulting effect of said adoption)

generally massively fucked up and devastatingly alone!!

i think that’s it, he’s rlly just snatching kids up off the street idk what his standards are

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One chance Chloe

r u joking me

(credit to chloe’s ig)

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Makeovers

a jason todd blurb.

(female!S/O)

Summary: Jason wants to wear eyeliner.

Warnings: Swearing. Not proofread.

•─────────•°•❀•°•─────────•

“Sit still,” she hisses, quickly getting irritated by the fidgety man-child situated beneath her.

“I’m trying. It fucking tickles, okay?” Jason huffs, pouting at her scolding. Suddenly, he jerks as the pen tip makes contact with his eyelid.

“Jason,” she forces out through clenched teeth, eyes sharp and fiercely pointed at him.

Grabbing a cotton ball lightly dampened with makeup remover, she attempts to begin again, but not without a fair warning, “Don’t move or so I swear–“

He’s quick to interrupt, “Alright, John Wick, relax. I won’t move.” Hands on her hips, he grips her tight. Holding her in place on his lap, he uses her to remain steady. Internally, he forces himself to keep calm, not believing her words to be an empty threat.

She gets to work, crafting the perfect wing. Replicating the reference image to the best of her capabilities, just like Jason had persisted. He winces but holds onto his composure, wanting to get through it safely.

“Good boy,” she smirks, voice dripping with mirth.

“Behave”, he emphasises, pinching her lightly to get her to quit.

Choosing to ignore him, she continues with the task. With her tongue poking out like a diligent child, she works determined.

“Alright, I’m done.”

Opening his eyes, he gazes into hers. A smile etched onto his lips, “How do I look?”

“Oh, so pretty,” she teases admiring her work, and him, wiggling her eyebrows playfully. Pecking his forehead loudly, she moves off his lap, allowing him to take a look for himself.

Sighing dramatically, he rests his face on his palm, and stares at his reflection dreamily, “I am.”

“Am what?” she inquires, merely confused.

“The prettiest boy at the party.”

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IM SO CONFUSED HELP

Peeta and I can share🤗🤗

no one loves katniss everdeen like i do. if you think you do, please think again. long and hard.

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HELP ME

no one loves katniss everdeen like i do. if you think you do, please think again. long and hard.

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Desperately waiting

A letter you wrote to Jj Maybank, the boy you met when visiting your family during Christmas 3 years ago.

Author’s note: I haven’t finished the two fics I started writing so enjoy this😭

Biarritz, France

My dearest hot head, JJ:

I am writing this to you because I miss you very much. I think you might’ve actually cursed me. I’ve been having quite literally the worst year of my life and the only thing keeping me going is the memories of you. In order to keep myself sane I’m writing this and recounting every little detail about you.

First I remember so vividly your eyes. They were phantom deep, full of so much hidden pain and heart ache yet they also carried warmth and life on the sunlit surface. Whenever I’m drowning I picture your mesmerizing eyes and they bring me back to the surface.

Next I remember your smile, your heart stopping, world shattering, soul obliterating smile. It could power entire countries. Continents. Worlds. Galaxies. Universes. Nothing else mattered when you smiled.

Your laugh I remember like it was yesterday. It was like hearing angels sing. It made me feel like hearing all the terrible things people said was worth it as long as I got to hear you laugh again. The pride and joy I felt when I made you laugh was astonishing. It knocked the wind out of me.

I remember what kissing you felt like even if I want to pretend like I don’t. I’ve kissed plenty of people in my lifetime but no one made me feel as you did. You tasted of heart break and hope and everything in between. You tasted like every dark thought I’ve ever had. I kissed you hard and hoped it would scar so you could never forget me.

Finally I remember the feeling of pure unadulterated happiness when I was around you. Like I was on cloud 9. So I must admit, I miss you terribly. The world is way too quiet with out you near.

A very desperate,

*Reader*