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i'm gonna write again

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One fanfic a day,

keeps the mental illness away

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Wednesday: Y/n and I don’t use pet names. Enid: I see. Hey, what do bees make? Wednesday: Honey? Y/n: Yes, dear? Enid: Wednesday: Don't ever lie to my face again.

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Mine |

Vada Cavell

Warnings: under age drinking, swearing, kissing, slight smut, jealous Vada.

Your lips wrapped around the top of your beer bottle, your body was forcefully pushed around the thick crowd; slamming, colliding with bodies around you. Eventually, your body tumbled forward; collding into someone's shoulder. Your eyes swelled with relief seeing the taller blonde infront of you. Mia stood with a drooped smile, eyes unfocused; searching the room for the sound of your voice.

"Mia?" You asked again, smiling up at the girl. Your heel rolled against the floor, swaying on your feet. The vodka positively flew through your veins, the beating of your heart was pounding in your head; you pretended like the whole world was different shades of purple, and that it wasn't spinning.

Mia furrowed her eyebrows, glancing down at you. She nodded, mentally ticking the checkbook in her head.

"Y/N, Vada's trying to find you." The girl slurred, pushing her body forward when someone barged into her. Her chest bumped into your face, suddenly getting a eyeful of her boobs right in your face. Your face flushed: your neck, ears, cheeks and the tip of your nose turned a beat red. The girl apologized, moving on with her day when she swiftly moved through the ocean of crowed people. When you finally registered everything that was going on, Vada was already filled with anger. The shorter brunette was found on the other side of the room. She held a grasp on a red solo cup, crumpling the plastic cup in her hand when she saw your face anywhere near Mia. It felt like vinegar was drenched in her mouth, her words coming out venomous and crude when she tried to talk to Nick. Nick grumbled out, having to be the poor victim to Vada's aggression.

"Go see for yourself, Vada." The older boy said, pulling himself away from Vada when she began to panic. She nodded, pushing through the bruising crowd, her shoulder bumping into unsuspecting teenagers around her. When she finally found you: your head was titled back, a vodka bottle pressed to your lips; gulping down the liquid with such a urgency that it almost tore Vada away from her thoughts of jealous, she suddenly wanted to nurse you back to health; but she had more pressing needs to tend to.

When you finally took the bottle away from your lips, wiping away the reminding dribble of the clear liquid with the back of your wrist, Vada tore your body away from the room. You must have been too entoxicated, your mind not even registering the tugs on your arm as Vada all but dragged you through the crowd of student.

"Vada?" You slurred, your body falling into a unfamiliar room. Vada didn't say anything, she only stared at you through fogged eyes. She would never admit to the seething jealousy that scorched her skin. The image that played back and forth in her mind: you with someone else, you underneath someone, ontop, kissing, fucking.

"Vada?" You asked again, smiling down at her. You wanted to wrap yourself around her, press kisses along her pouted lips. She refused your touch, pushing your body back until it slammed into the bed behind the both of you. You fell with an ungracious grunt, thrashing when your back finally hit the comforting surface.

"Shit."

She glared down at you, her stoney stature cold when her eyes searched your own. Her fists were clenched, her jaw slat.

"What's wrong?"

She dryly laughed at the question, her anger blazing out of her; oozing out like a bad oder.

"What did Mia ask you?" She seethed, crawling onto the bottom of the bed. When your eyes lit up, the image of Vada crawling across a bed and settling between your legs more than pleasurable in your mind, she stopped. She sat down on her legs, staring down at you; refusing to move an inch, not until you spill.

"Mia?-" you thought about it, racking your brain for something that wasn't present in your mind just yet. "Mia, Oh! She- uh, she told me you was looking for me. She could have warned me that you was jealous. Don't get me wrong, Jealous Vada is a very big turn on but- you literally just threw me on-" Vada blocked out your words, second gussesing her choice to date a girl who was a nervous rambler just like her. She thought for a moment, sucking on her teeth before surging forward. She slammed her lips into yours, swallowing the surprised moan that ached from your lips. She smiled, smirking into the attack. When you tried to pry at her clothes, or embed your fingers into her hair she shook her head. She grasped ahold of your wrists, pushing them into the mattress below her. You grunted, hips rutting forward. She giggled when you whined at for her, your eyes watering at the throbbing pain between your thighs.

"Dont ever, do that again." She warned you, nibbling down on your pulse point. When she felt the vibration of your voice, trying to make a play to talk she sucked the skin of your neck into her mouth. You gasped, back arching off the bed at her sudden urgency of taking your clothes off.

"Your mine, got it?" You swallowed, audibly. She smirked down at you, sinking further down your body, pushing your legs up further.

"Mine." She snarled, an animalistic sound leaving her parted lips before pressing feather light kisses along your revealed stomach.

"Fucking mine."

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"i had a bad feeling" taylor thats anxiety babe

ok thanks for coming to my ted talk.

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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙢

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THE ERAS TOUR - Detroit, MI Night 1

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23 Cornelia Street

….and baby I get mystified by how this city screams your name.

@taylorswift @taylornation

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𝙄 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙛𝙛

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𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨

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𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙬 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙄'𝙢 𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜

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𝙁𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙨, 𝙄 𝙜𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙, 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨

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Guys I just found out that Daphne du Maurier, the author of Rebecca, the book that inspired Taylor to write tolerate it DIED IN 1989 MISS SWIFT I'M SCARED