#but I ordered it so 🤞🏼

[runningoutofbooks]

Preordered a signed physical copy! Woot Woot!

I can’t even preorder the It’s Not A Cult ebook because my billing address is restricted

Fuck

[sp00kypumpkaboo]

Finished all of my assignments and I got notified that my skullpandas got shipped today 😌

[alwaysscheesin]

So sad Peach Flower House is closing 😔

Had to drop a hundred on some titles that have been sitting in my cart for a few months.

Fr if anyone has been wanting PFH published novels buy them now before even their site is completely closed. ☹️

[lavellun]

does pre-ordering a vinyl that's been out of stock for literal years count as an impulse buy? ...i just did that with the transistor vinyl 🫣

[twelveightt]

PICTURE YOU — mv33

synopsis: sports photographer!reader is invited by red bull to cover their home race in zandvoort, max is enamoured.

pairing: max verstappen x reader

contains: fluff

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[jjscrybaby]

I looooved your seatbelt rafe fic — could you do one with the same vibe (bsf rafe, Topper & Kelce)

with the shattered windshield prompt 🤞🏼

I love how he takes care of her 🤍🤍🤍🤍

prompt: ‘a shattered windscreen’ from @scealaiscoite

rafe cameron x fem!reader | hurt & comfort | (car accident not in detail, drunk driver not reader, protective!rafe)

just got out of the hospital and am stuck in bed, so figured i’d do a bit of writing whilst watching love island! this one isn’t great but in my defence i’m unwell🥲

︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Rafe repeated, his legs carrying him through the wreckage around him. All he could focus on was you, sitting with your legs hanging out your car and an ice pack held to your head.

You looked up at the sound of his voice, tears welling up in your eyes at the sight of him. All the fear and anxiety vanished, replaced with pure relief. Rafe was here now, and when Rafe’s around you know that nothing bad is going to happen to you. You could see Kelce and Topper behind him, stopping to talk to the cops on the scene.

“Rafey,” you murmured as he reached your side, kneeling down in front of you just to tug you into his embrace.

“You okay? Are you hurt?” He pulled back to cup your face in his hands, eyes manic and wide as he scanned every detail of your skin to find a mark.

“Hit my head, but I got checked over and they said they don’t think I’ve got a concussion,” you explained, removing the ice pack to show him the bruise above your eyebrow. “I’m more upset about my car.”

He shook his head at you, letting out an exasperated sigh. “The last thing you gotta worry about is that. It’s fixed, a’ight? Tomorrow, I’ll take it in and get it sorted. The windshield’s smashed, right? Anythin’ else?”

“It’s all scratched,” you murmured, looking at him. You should’ve known, Rafe loves money but he loves you more. He’d spend every cent to his name if it meant you’d stay happy.

“We’ll sort it out,” he soothed, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Now, where’s the drunk bastard that hit you?”

“In the back of the car.” You pointed to Shoupe’s squad car, Rafe could vaguely make out the shadow of a young man.

He nodded once, beckoning Topper and Kelce over. “Take her to the truck, I’ll be there in a sec.”

“Where you goin’?” Kelce asked, his arm wrapping around your still-shaking shoulders to lead you.

“Just take her, man. Can’t you follow a damn order?” Rafe complained, mumbling to himself as he wandered over to the cops; pulling out wads of cash from his pocket.

“No way that’ll work,” Topper murmured, but was quickly proven wrong as Shoupe and the other cop walked away.

Rafe turned around and shot you a wink before he pulled open the door, the drunk who had hit you appeared for a split second before Rafe’s fist was in his face. You probably should’ve felt the urge to stop him, but he’d already paid for his time. You might as well let him finish.

[chleem]

girl your most recent request 🤭❤️‍🔥🥹🫶🏼🥰🤞🏼💌

can you write one where college drew/rafe lives with his frat brothers but his gf is always over. she comes over to study one night in his room. he sits with her while she studies and she eventually falls asleep in his— drew/rafe goes downstairs to watch a basketball game with his friends but his girl has a nightmare and needs him?

honestly just any nightmare piece, I really struggle with nightmares and I have a really hard time calming down after

happy cny!!!

Frat!bf Rafe Cameron x gf reader

⋆.˚ Warnings: swearing, pure fluff (still, read at own caution

ִ ࣪𖤐 a/n: hope this lives up to your expectations and that ur nightmares go away<3

word count: 1.7k

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Rafe scratches his head, still groggy, and walks into the kitchen. 

He swings open the fridge and pulls out a bottle of beer, then looks over at his frat brothers, who are lounging around.

"Hey, what’s the score?" he asks, voice a little rough from the nap.

He hadn't meant to nap for this long, but it was hard not to fall asleep next to you—especially when you two had been comfortable, wrapped up together. It was just so easy to let go of everything when you were with him.

“A tie,” someone replies, their eyes not tearing away from the screen. 

Rafe nods absently, still half-focused on the thought of you upstairs, still asleep. 

He can almost feel the weight of the blankets around him, the softness of the pillow, the warmth of you pressed against his side. It’s a pull that makes him almost want to turn around, head back upstairs, and just rest some more. But he knows he should shake it off.

With a soft sigh, he pushes himself away from the counter and heads toward the couch.

He eyes the table, seeing the pizza almost finished, and it’s only half-time. 

“Shit, order some more, will you?” He says, before flopping down on the couch. He stretches his legs out, trying to adjust to the position. 

Rafe then pauses for a moment, “and, uh, order more of that seafood flavor.”

“Seafood? Fucking disgusting,”

Rafe's eyes narrow slightly, and he’s quick to shut it down. “Just fucking order it,” he says, his tone a little sharper, though he’s not mad. Just protective of your taste.

Who knows, when you wake up, you might be hungry. 

He directs his attention back to the game, trying to lose himself in the growing intensity as his roommates start yelling at the screen, voices rising in excitement with every play.

The game is at its peak, and the final moments are gripping—every pass feels like it could change the entire outcome. The crowd from the screen, the buzz of anticipation creeping through the room, adding to the fever pitch.

But it’s near the end of the fourth quarter when Rafe catches something out of the corner of his eye.

Without warning, you emerge at the top of the stairs. You don’t make a sound, but the way you’re walking—slow, deliberate—immediately grabs his attention.

He blinks, his attention suddenly torn away from the game as his focus shifts to you. He watches you slowly make your way down the stairs, your eyes unfocused, your posture slumped. 

The usual sleepy, just-woken-up vibe isn’t there. This is… different. 

There’s something about your movements that make Rafe’s chest tighten. You’re not looking at anyone, not even at him, and it’s like you’re lost in your own world.

His heart skips a beat, the protective instinct kicking in without hesitation.

His eyes stay glued to yours as you make your way to the kitchen- then he sees it.

You reach the counter, and your hands tremble as you pour yourself a glass of water. It’s subtle, but unmistakable. 

And then, as if on cue, the loud cheer from his friends erupts, some dramatic play on the TV sending everyone into a frenzy.

You flinch.

The way your body jerks, like you’ve been snapped back into reality against your will, makes Rafe’s stomach twist. 

Something is off, and Rafe’s breath hitches in his throat.

He immediately sits up, and thrusts his beer into the guy next to him, the one that was cheering the loudest. 

Rafe’s eyes lock on his, a warning clear in his gaze. It’s brief, just a flash of something protective and sharp, but his roommate immediately takes the hint, his eyes widening as he notices Rafe’s shift in energy.

Rafe doesn’t even wait for a response. He gets up from the couch, ignoring the game now. 

The noise from the TV and the guys behind him fades into nothing. All that matters is getting to you.

He steps into the space between you and the counter, just enough to catch your attention, his expression softening as he watches you. 

“Hey, babe,” he says quietly, his voice low and soothing.

He watches you carefully, his brows furrowing slightly when he sees the way your hands are still trembling around the glass. 

Your eyes are focused elsewhere, and the silence that stretches between you two is starting to kill his patience. 

“Y/n?” 

He calls your name this time, hoping to get a reaction out of you. 

You don’t. 

His chest tightens, and a frustrated breath leaves him. That’s it.

In one quick motion, he reaches out to gently take the glass from your hand. The moment it leaves your trembling fingers, he places it on the counter with a hard thud.

“Hey- hey, talk to me,” he says again, his voice still low but now edged with urgency. 

He’s not leaving until he gets something—anything. 

His eyes lock onto yours with a soft but unyielding intensity. His stomach drops as he sees the fear, the exhaustion there. 

His focus flicks to the frown on your face, the sheen of sweat that’s gathered on your forehead despite the coolness of the room. It’s all so real—too real for him to ignore.

“I had a nightmare,” you say softly, your voice barely above a whisper. 

"I had a nightmare,”

you say with more certainty this time, almost like you’re trying to move past it, trying to convince both of you that it’s nothing. But the way you’re standing there, hands still trembling, sweat on your forehead—it doesn’t feel like nothing. 

And that’s when Rafe doesn’t like it. Doesn’t like the way you’re trying to make light of something that’s clearly eating at you.

He watches, his jaw tightening, as you add, "I had a nightmare—and I’m trembling like a little kid here." Your words come out with a faint, almost forced smile, but it doesn't reach your eyes.

When he still doesn’t say a thing, you continue, “look- I’m even sweating, how funny, shit- I’m sweating-“

Another round of cheers come from the living room, and the forced smile on your lips drop. 

Without thinking, without giving it another moment, Rafe makes the decision.

He steps forward, his hand reaching out to gently grasp yours, his touch grounding and firm as he pulls you towards him.

“Shit," he mutters under his breath, “we’re- we’re going upstairs.”

He leads you away from the chaos, his steps firm but careful.

He doesn’t care about the game or the noise anymore, not when he can see how badly this ‘nightmare’ has affected you.

When you reach the stairs, Rafe pauses just long enough to make sure you’re okay to keep going, but he doesn’t ask, doesn’t let you talk yourself out of it. 

He just pulls you along, like he’s already decided the only thing that matters right now is getting you somewhere quiet.

Upstairs, when you finally step into his room, he closes the door behind you, his hand pulling you onto the bed. 

It’s a bit rough, the way he guides you down, but there’s no harshness behind it. It's just that Rafe’s focused—he’s focused on getting you settled, getting you somewhere safe. 

He sits next to you on the bed, close enough to feel the warmth of your body but not too close to overwhelm you. You let your back rest against the pillows, breathing in the familiar smell of Rafe. 

The only sounds now are the soft rustle of fabric and the quiet hum of his breathing.

“What about that game?” you ask, your tone almost teasing, but it’s clear you’re trying to shift the focus.

Rafe can’t help but smile a little, his eyebrows furrowing in disbelief as he processes your question.

He lets out a small laugh, shaking his head, the sound soft and fond. "I— I don’t care," he replies, his gaze soft as he watches you. "Not when you’re like this.”

“Wanna talk about that…nightmare?” He adds quietly. 

If it was anyone else who had a nightmare and was trembling from it, Rafe wouldn’t give a second thought. 

He’d probably brush it off, maybe make a joke about it, because he’d never seen someone so affected by something that wasn’t real. 

But with you? It’s different.

You’re different.

And when you finally speak, your voice soft and reassuring despite everything you’re feeling, it eases something inside him.

"No," you say, the corners of your lips pulling into a small but genuine smile, the kind that feels like a shield against the vulnerability you’re showing. 

"Just hold me,” you say instead. 

Rafe doesn’t hesitate. 

Without a word, he shifts closer, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you gently against his chest. The warmth of him, the steady rhythm of his breathing, it’s everything you need right now. 

It’s not about talking or fixing anything—it’s about being present. Being here. With him. Safe.

He holds you close, his other hand resting on the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair as he settles into the moment. 

The quiet in the room feels different now—more comforting than suffocating. He doesn’t need to say anything else. He doesn’t need to ask more questions or offer answers. 

He just needs to be here, holding you, letting you know that you’re not alone in this.

——

A few weeks later, Rafe has a dreamcatcher in his room.

Words that don’t belong in the same sentence, yet it does.  

It feels almost surreal, like something out of a dream itself. 

The sight of it hanging by his window, the light filtering through its intricate web of strings and feathers, should feel out of place. But it doesn’t. Not when you know the meaning behind it, not when you know how much he’s been there for you. 

“Rafe…is that a dreamcatcher?” you ask, a hint of disbelief in your voice, as you look at it again.

He doesn’t even glance at it, his eyes still on the screen of his phone, like it’s no big deal. But the way he smiles down at his phone, says everything.

It’s funny, isn’t it? Rafe Cameron—the guy who’s seen it all, done it all, with his tough guy persona—now has a dreamcatcher hanging in his room. 

For you.

And for now, that’s more than enough.

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there's a reason why i didn't explicitly write that i accept requests- bc my progress is slow and its not promised that i will write it or not T_T

elevator | other

[kathlare]

emails i can't send

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Lando picks up Luisinha from the airport, but an unspoken tension lingers between them. As Amelie’s debut album emails i can't send dominates conversations online, Luisinha struggles with the media’s obsession over Lando and Amelie’s past.

Wordcount: 1.3 k

Warnings: none

full masterlist // request over here!

July 15th, 2022 - London, United Kingdom

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ameliedayman: emails i can't send is out now 💌

this feels really surreal, i kind of had to unlearn myself and learn myself again in order to make this album. it's the one i'm most proud of thus far in my life. it's the one i hope you listen to and feel like we were hanging and confiding in each other for an hour. me and the mic were like this the whooole time 🤞🏼 i never thought i would finish it because it was really scary to close the chapter. but i closed it so you can open it! and i hope you do. and i hope you love it. the way i have for so long.

couldn't have made it without some of the most special souls 🤍

rant over for nooow please stream this shit a lot if u don't mind it took me years to make lol

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maddieziegler: Just finished listening and I’m SOBBING ��👏 → ameliedayman: @maddieziegler Same, but in a happy way! 💌

stelladayman: Proud of you more than words can explain. Can't stop crying. → ameliedayman: @stelladayman Love you sis 💖

pitstoptea: THIS ALBUM DESERVES A GRAMMY, NO QUESTION.

hayesgrier: BANGERS ONLY. Can't believe this is YOUR voice, holy shit. → ameliedayman: @hayesgrier I'm still processing it too LOL! 😅

georgerussell63: My playlist just got a serious upgrade 🔥 → ameliedayman: @gerogerussell63 Glad you approve!! 😏🔥

pitstopgossip: Amelie’s growth is unmatched. I’m addicted to every track.

charles_leclerc: You did it, you absolute legend. This is what dreams are made of. → ameliedayman: @charles_leclerc Feeling like a dream, appreciate you so much 🖤

taylorswift: I knew this would be perfection. So proud of you. → ameliedayman: @taylorswift Coming from you, I’m crying 💖

emmachamberlain: Just played it from start to finish, it’s everything. → ameliedayman: @emmachamberlain THANK YOU for the love, it means so much!! 💖

nikki_kaz: Honestly, we didn’t deserve this album, but I’m so glad we got it.

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Lando pulled into the airport parking lot, the familiar hum of his car a dull background noise to the swarm of thoughts buzzing in his mind. His relationship with Luisinha had been going smoothly lately—at least, it seemed that way on the surface. The media frenzy surrounding his past with Amelie had faded for the most part, but there was still the occasional article, the comments, the whispers. Lando hadn’t really paid attention to any of it. Until now.

Today, Amelie’s debut album, emails i can't send, had dropped. He hadn’t listened to it yet, but he couldn’t escape the chatter. Fans, journalists—everyone had been speculating about which songs were about him. The whole thing was uncomfortable. Lando had tried to avoid it, but he had the sinking feeling that it was about to be front and center again.

He spotted Luisinha as she exited the terminal, her hair catching the sunlight, her small frame moving through the crowd with the grace that always seemed to make heads turn. She was smiling as she waved at him, but there was something off about the way her eyes met his.

Lando parked and jumped out of the car, walking towards her. She had always been the kind of person who carried herself with confidence, but today, there was something subdued about her.

—Hey,— Lando said, greeting her with a quick kiss on the cheek. He noticed how she seemed to stiffen, almost imperceptibly, but didn’t think much of it at first.

—Hey,— she replied, forcing a smile. But there was something in her voice that caught his attention. It was quiet, distant.

They both climbed into the car, the awkward silence between them settling in. Lando tried to make small talk, asking her how her flight was, but she didn’t seem to be in the mood for conversation. She stared out of the window, her lips pressed together, clearly not paying attention to anything he was saying.

Lando couldn't ignore the tension that seemed to hang in the air. He glanced at her a few times as he navigated the streets, trying to figure out what was going on. Luisinha had always been easy to talk to, but today, something was different. She was distant, her usually warm presence almost cold.

He exhaled, glancing over at her again. —You okay?— he asked, trying to keep his tone light.

Luisinha didn’t immediately answer, but she shifted in her seat, adjusting her legs as if she were uncomfortable. Finally, after a long silence, she spoke, her voice quieter than usual. —Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired from the flight. Nothing to worry about.—

Lando frowned, unconvinced. He knew her well enough to know that something was off, and the more she brushed it off, the more frustrated he became. —Don’t lie to me, Lu. I can tell you’re not okay. What’s going on?— he pressed.

She let out a small, almost defeated sigh, before turning to face him. Her lips parted as if she were about to speak, but she hesitated, the words caught in her throat.

Lando’s patience wore thin. —Look, I know something’s up. Just tell me.—

Luisinha's fingers gripped the edge of her seat as she finally spoke, her voice cracking slightly. —It’s just… all this shit with Amelie, Lando.—

He shot her a glance, not fully understanding. —What do you mean?—

Her eyes flashed, her brow furrowing. —The media. The fucking fans. They’re still talking about you two. I thought it was over, but now with her album out, fuck, now it’s even worse. Everyone’s fucking speculating about the songs. Everyone’s saying they’re about you.—

Lando’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles going white. He knew where this was going, but he couldn’t hold back his irritation. —I can’t control what people say or what they think, Luisinha. You know that. I don’t care about the fucking rumors.—

Luisinha’s face flushed with frustration. —But I do! It’s not like I can just ignore it! It’s everywhere! The fucking media’s obsessed with you two, and I can’t fucking stand it!— Her voice was getting louder, more agitated. —I’m supposed to just sit here while people talk about how you two were this perfect couple? When I know you were with her, when I know how things were between you two?—

Lando exhaled sharply, his jaw tightening. He felt the anger bubbling up inside him. —I never asked for this. I never asked for them to keep bringing her up! I’m not the one who fucking wrote the album!— He slammed his hand on the steering wheel, making the car jerk slightly.

Luisinha recoiled, her face paling. Her eyes flickered with hurt. —You didn’t have to do anything. You were a part of her life, and now she’s putting it all out there. It’s like I don’t even matter to you because this is still hanging over us!— She shook her head in disbelief, her voice quieter now, but no less hurt. —You don’t even seem to care that it’s making me uncomfortable. That it’s making me feel like shit. That it’s making me feel like I’m just another footnote in your fucking history.—

Lando’s anger flared, and he didn’t hold back. —It’s not my fucking fault she decided to put all this shit out there, okay? I’m not the one who’s still stuck on the past! It’s not like I fucking planned for any of this to happen, but here we are. Deal with it. I’m not gonna apologize for her album or for whatever people want to think!— His words hung in the air, harsh and biting.

Luisinha went silent. The hurt in her eyes was clear, but it only seemed to make her angrier. She turned her head away from him, staring out of the window, her lip trembling slightly. The tension in the car was suffocating.

After a long silence, she finally spoke, her voice low and strained. —I don’t want to be here right now. Drop me off at a hotel, Lando. I can’t be with you like this.—

Lando felt a pang of guilt, but it was quickly overshadowed by frustration. —Lu, come on, don’t do this. I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just—shit, I don’t know what you want me to say! It’s not like I can fix any of this, okay?— He was pleading now, his voice softer, but the damage had already been done.

Luisinha shook her head, her tone firm. —No. Just take me to the hotel. I need some space. You need some space. We’ll talk when I’m not so fucking pissed off. Right now, I just… I can’t.—

Lando’s heart sank. He wasn’t used to this—the coldness, the distance, the anger. He wanted to fix it, but everything he said only seemed to make it worse. The way she was looking at him, like she couldn’t even stand to be in the same car as him, made him sick to his stomach.

He didn’t argue. With a heavy sigh, he turned the car in the direction of the nearest hotel. The silence between them was almost unbearable. Lando couldn’t help but replay the argument in his head, wishing he could take back the things he’d said. But it was too late now.

When they finally arrived at the hotel, Luisinha didn’t wait for him to open the door. She got out of the car on her own, slamming the door behind her before walking briskly toward the entrance. Lando stayed in the car, watching her leave, his heart aching in a way that he hadn’t felt in a long time.

He didn’t want to feel like this. He didn’t want to have this fight. He just wanted things to be normal again.

But nothing felt normal anymore. Not with Luisinha. Not with Amelie.

Lando sat there for a long moment, the weight of everything pressing down on him. Finally, he pulled out his phone, his thumb hovering over Amelie’s number. But he didn’t call. He didn’t text. Instead, he opened up the playlist for emails i can't send.

Maybe he needed to hear it.

Maybe he needed to remember.

But he didn’t know how much more he could take.

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[shark0zu]

O. Aiku x gn! reader

pair: Oliver Aiku x gn! reader  warning: none. ft: Oliver Aiku content: #aikuisnotaplayboyanymore

an: in my mind i’m sure that at some point he’ll change his womanizer tendencies (trust) and would want to settle down with someone. kinda fast pacing this one since it’s not really a ff and not quite a os? just some quick thoughts i had abt him 🤞🏼 (he is my favorite).

w/c: 722

» ok so, as i wrote before, in my mind– at this point in time he is no longer a playboy and just wants to settle down with someone!!

» one day he was just taking a jog in the local park of the country he was in at the moment– when he spotted someone who was just sitting on a bench (that being you).

» he decided to ‘rest’ for a while on the bench, sitting on it but at a moderate distance from you. he didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable nor creeped out, bro is tall and beefy, he would think someone would be afraid of him, specially in the state he was in?? all sweating and kinda panting for air.

» trying to come up with something to tell you, you beat him to eat and start a casual convo. “tired? seen ya jogging for a while, don’t you get tired?” he turns your way and chuckles, “gotta keep up, my jobs literally running a football field for hours”.

» after about 30 minutes of talking back and forth you learn who he was, name, what team he played in and what he was doing in your hometown. it was a pleasant conversation, you left happy and with his number.

» you get a text like a day later asking you for a date, you accept and set a date for the date (ha). the day arrives and you get ready. it was in a cozy coffee shop/brunch place. a comfy place with a nice atmosphere and good food.

» you find him waiting for you outside with his phone in hand, it looked like he was in a call. as soon as he saw you he hung up the phone (mid conversation with Lorenzo) and turned to you with his signature smile, greeting you.

» my man knows what he is doing. he opens the door for you, orders you a drink of your choice while also ordering himself one, pays for both (you tried to pay for your own drink but he refused), finds a table and helps you sit down (the whole package baby).

» after the VERY pleasant date you go home very happy, and so does he. he texts you when he gets home and hopes you got home safe as well, wishes you a good night and makes sure to set a new day for a new date.

» changed man bro. he knows how to get people to like him, he has done it plenty of times before, just hasn’t committed yet. he is charming and knows it too, he keeps it humble though, does not make it his whole personality. 

» after about 5 dates or so in the span of 3 months he asks you out– at this point you met some of his friends and people talked so you learned of Oliver’s past ‘relationships’, you were mostly curious and laughed at his losses. you didn’t mind that much because he told you multiple times he is not that way anymore and had proof to back himself up with and you trusted him.

» he treated you with the utmost respect. even his teammates were confused and surprised he has lasted so much with you! nonetheless they supported it and were happy he was happy- and so were you. » finally settled with someone whom he loves, and will continue to love dearly for the rest of his life as long as you allow him to. Sometimes he even is surprised about how long he has lasted with you.

» he is very gentle, likes pda but knows when to keep his softer side only to you in private. he would lay his head on your lap, his eyes closed, mumblings ‘i love you’s and your name while you play with his hair. Masterlist

[sun-snatcher]

[SLAMS FIST] HOW MUCH DO I PAY FOR ANGSTY ARNO SMUT WITH NO. 22  💳💳💳💥💳💥💳💥💥

( all credits to the amazing @arsuf for this phenomenal gifset! )

⚜︎ — heartbeat-home ; arno dorian

a/n. ‘22. for sex after a near death experience’. Dear anon, these short blurbs come free of charge 😌🤞🏼Thank you for requesting!

HE'D NEARLY BITTEN your head off for going against his orders.

And you would’ve snapped back, ofcourse, in your own flurry of French curses, but something had shone bright and glassy in his eyes when he all but yanked you into a suffocating embrace, rasping something along the frantic lines of Don’t ever—! Don’t do that ever again— I can’t, I won’t— survive losing you—

He’d buried a piece of his heart, after all, with Élise. He may as well be a dead man walking if he ended up having to bury you too— 

“I’m here,” you whisper, pulling him out of his dark reverie, “Touch me, Arno. Please.”

He does. It’s red wine you taste when he kisses you wholly again; stonefruit-sweet, deep and urgent, tongue laving over yours before he pulls away to breathe in the intoxicating scent of your sex in the air. A string of saliva connects your lips with his. His pupils are blown wide as yours, lilac gaze thick with yen as he gropes at your shaking thighs.

Then he’s leaning close again, your lashes fluttering as he licks up the rampant pulse of your neck, and groans out your name. It’s a broken, reverent sound— so good. You feel so good, amour— laden with yearning; carnal desperation.

I’m here. You pair it with a feather-soft touch and a saccharine purr, guiding his calloused hands up your naked stomach and to the space upon your breasts where your heart is thundering with life; with desire. I’m alive.

“Arno,” you keen, starting to tremble, starting to succumb to the blistering burn of pleasure kindling in your core. Goosebumps line your sweat-soaked skin as you begin to paw blindly at his shoulders for— “—more, please, Arno.”

“Yes,” he encourages, nosing you into a kiss and swallowing your moan when he releases a handful of your breast in favour of ghosting his fingers against your clit. “Close, hm?”

He can feel the hearty thrum of you everywhere. Beneath his hot palm under the rise-and-fall of your ribcage, against the thin of your throat where he’s bruising you with his open-mouth kisses, and in the heartbeat-pulse between the slick apex of your thighs where you’ve taken him to the hilt, the hard length of his cock throbbing in anticipation with every slow carve and grind of your hips.

It feels like he’s enveloping a live heart. A circadian rhythm of home, cradled possessively in his arms as he begins to teeter closer and closer to the edge—

Arno finishes with a deep groan, right after you. It’s a lightning shock of pure bliss; dizzying as he presses himself impossibly close, some semblance of a tether in the way he listens to the stutter of your heart and feels the vibration of your tinny, choked out gasps against his flushed cheeks.

“I’m here, Arno,” you soothe a minute after, sated and warmed by the fullness you feel, of him softening inside you. He intertwines his fingers with yours, leaves the other one free to let you card lovingly through his hair. “I’m alive.”

“You’re here,” he agrees, breathless. Arno wills away the sting behind his eyes he doesn’t yet want to confront, and focuses on the heartbeat pattern of you— home— instead. 

[neptunescore]

Re: your post about "ferrari is to blame" about charles and carlos. No. Well, yes: Ferrari has let it get this bad, I don't know what Sainz has in his contract for the team to let him get away with this (or they truly just don't care), but there's only one driver ignoring team orders, orders and plans both the drivers agreed prior to the race. It's been like that for YEARS. Every time Sainz has a moment to best Charles, even if it ruins both of their races, he's taken them. Ferrari has allowed it to happen, but Sainz is the one who goes against the plans they've made, he's never thought about Ferrari, only about himself.

Hiii!!

Starting off, Carlos has literally nothing in his contract with the team, bc at this point, my man doesn't even HAVE a contract with the team anymore LMFAOO. Literally 2 races left. What are they even gonna do💀✋🏽

This brings me to my second point, and that is: THERE WAS NO RACE TO RUIN. there is literally no way the team could've gotten a better result than p3 and p4.😭

Also, as I've mentioned bfr: if I was a driver and my team refused to listen to me even when I told them REPEATEDLY to do smthmg that would benefit both drivers, and when they finally did it they weren't even ready, leading to me being at risk of a penalty, and then they asked me not to pressure my teammate who was literally NOT EVEN IN FRONT OF ME, and all this so said teammate could just get 2ND PLACE in the wdc, not to mention that the result would literally not affect the wcc at ALL... yh call me rb sebastian vettel the way I'd be stuntin on these hoes.😝🔥🗣

So. Yes. This is all a ferrari made problem, bc both charles and carlos are in the right as they are RIVALS who are COMPETING against each other in one of the most ADRENALINE FILLED, TOP sport, where getting a better result then your teammate is REALLY IMPORTANT to ur career.☺️🤭

Ferrari is the one doing the miscommunication. They're the one making promises that shouldn't even be made in the first place😀

Andddd I just like seeing absolute rancid teammate rivalries, I love it when drivers fuck all and just ball. (I am such a changed fan to what I once was😌🤞🏼)

[yukinohiko]

reaching out with grabby hands asking for anything you are willing to provide about lotus eater ..

hi mira! I’ve held onto this ask for a bit trying to find the perfect snippet to share — but for you, I’ve scrounged up a good gojo cut scene 🤞🏼

when gojo steps into the luxury ryokan, sliding the door behind him, he’s hit with the heavily perfumed scent of vices. scotch, strawberry.

through the tint of his glasses, he sees you sitting cross-legged on the tatami mat. lips pursed around a pipe, deliberately blowing the smoke in his direction.

“is this your attempt at rebellion?” he says easily, unbothered.

“not really. it’s an attempt at liberation.”

“and how’s that going for you?”

you shrug. the sleeve of the loose robe you wear slides down your shoulder. he stares at the soft curve, sees the bandages around your upper arm.

“come back with me,” he says, smiling. he phrases it like an invitation; blocks the door like an order.

“no,” you say anyway.

“you won’t find any respite here.”

“I won’t find certain death, either.”

he crouches before you, tilts his head so his glasses shift on the bridge of his nose so he can meet your eyes. your pupils are blown, but your gaze is clear.

that’s good, he thinks. you’re cognizant. it might make it easier to reason with you. though, it might make it harder when you inevitably are coherent enough to yell when he manhandles you over his shoulder. then again, he could always warp you both back to tokyo.

as he considers his options, you raise a pastry off one of your dishes. a pink flower, frosting folded into the shape of petals.

“what is that?” he says, senses sharpening as he catches the trace of cursed energy on the sweet. something malignant.

“a treat.”

“a vice.” he knocks it out of your grasp, but not before you’ve already swallowed a bite.

he sees its effect. the cursed energy leaking out of you, staining the hardwood floors. despite the loss of your life force, he sees only the dreamiest expression on your face. a perverse pleasure in such an absurd act.

“I left jujutsu society for a reason,” you say, voice slurring.

“and I’m bringing you back for a reason, too.”

[starkwlkr]

Hi

It's ok if the request got deleted no need to say sorry,

Can u pls make a fic about papa nolan finding out about cillian and physicist!reader's relationship,

Like would he be angry or accepting, i was wondering

And then if u r comfortable with it then a time jump to the wedding or pregnancies

I would really like to know his reactions!!

This is really just a follow up to another anon request (which u made a fic on) and had this idea

Anyway so sorry for the long request

Have an awesome day ahead!!!!

nolan!reader x cillian murphy headcanons

I’m going to make these headcanons if that’s ok 🫶🏼🫶🏼 and i think i got carried away but who cares 😌

Ok so obviously y/n and cillian met in the early 2000s (you can make up how they met)

papa nolan knows that y/n is talking to a boy but he doesn’t know it’s mr. ‘my eyes aren’t even that blue’ so when y/n tells papa nolan that her bf is coming over for dinner, he’s preparing to meet so douche bag who says his favorite movie is pulp fiction or fight club (nothing wrong with that, but the film bros make me want to gauge my eyes out)

anyways, cillian shows up and ofc they get along great <3

after cillian and y/n are now OFFICIAL official obviously the press asks about what papa nolan thinks and if they get along

y/n and cillian are just the it couple of the 2000s like they’re on the cover of every magazine with those cheesy headlines ‘she’s got the beauty AND the brains’

literally any interview cillian or papa nolan do, they ramble about y/n and how proud they are of her

and you know how it goes, first comes love then comes marriage then comes y/n with a baby carriage🤍💍🍼 butttttt our fav nepo baby and Irish man don’t do it in that order bc my girl y/n got pregnant with their first baby in 2003 and she’s named alexandria

papa nolan is so excited about the birth of baby alex and he always offers to babysit whenever even if he’s busy

baby alex and papa nolan are my favorite duo 🫶🏼

eventually cillian and papa nolan work together on batman begins and you bet that baby alex is always on set

papa nolan at first did not want to bring her because he thought alex would be scared but she loved being on set and meeting everyone

her and christian bale become besties by the end of filming 🤞🏼

baby alex got to say the last “cut!” and everyone laughed because of how cute she sounded

bonus: cillian tried to get her to put the scarecrow mask on but she thought it was yucky (her exact words)

y/n and cillian don’t have kids until like 2014 because they were busy with work obviously like cillian getting movie roles and y/n being at work 24/7 and getting a literal nobel peace prize but eventually she does get pregnant and BAM it’s twins

it’s 2014 and they’re still not married (it happens ya know just ask academy award winner michelle yeoh)

but y/n gets pregnant and she wants to wait until the twins’ birth and then get married

but anyways the murphy twins arrive and papa nolan just cries happy tears because he now has more grandchildren to love and spoil whenever he wants to (they’re named scarlett and wyatt and papa nolan gives them nicknames idk what they would be but go wild with your imagination besties 🫶🏼)

papa nolan just wants to see his daughter get married and see her happy with her new family 🫶🏼

the day of the wedding comes and baby alex is the flower girl and steals the show

it’s a private wedding BUT that doesn’t stop it from being the most famous wedding of 2014

ofc christian bale is there like who doesn’t want batman at their wedding?? tom hardy, best man um yes?! peaky blinders cast, jake gyllenhaal (swifties, don’t hate me, I love jake and he’s one of my favorite actors)

jessica chastain and anne hathaway ofc they’re invited

u know if heath ledger was still alive he would def be invited 🫶🏼

I’m picturing the kids having career day at their schools and each kid takes an adult like papa nolan goes to alex’s school, wyatt takes y/n and cillian goes with scarlett and every adult is just like “fuck, how am i supposed to go on after them?!”

papa nolan goes all out with his presentation for career day like he even called hans zimmer and christian bale to impress the kids (obviously hans zimmer would impress the teachers, not the kids but some kids recognize the music from batman movies so let’s just go with it)

twitter loves the murphy-nolan fam 🫶🏼

no bc i just imagine the edits to beautiful boy with dad!cillian and I’m bawling

ok ok flashforward to 2023 and oppenheimer is coming out and twitter gets more content on the murphy-nolan fam

y/n finally does an interview bc she worked with the cast and taught them about ✨science✨

Y/N AND CILLIAN AT THE OPPENHEIMER PREMIERE AND THEN PAPA NOLAN PHOTOBOMBING THEIR PICS

overall the murphy-nolan fam has my heart and surprise! the murphy kids watched barbie because the twins are not even old enough to watch oppenheimer and I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t want to watch their dad have fake s e x with another woman (FLORENCE PUGH ILY)

[blackdollette]

ok I have a really good one that I don’t think you’ve done before. The reader and euronymous having an argument at a party and she storms off and when he finds her to apologise she starts crying and he continues to apologise and comfort her🤭🤞🏼

ohhh i love angsty stuff 🤭

"remember how we used to party up all night?" | euronymous

this is what makes us girls. - lana del rey

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @simply-stellarr

female!reader x euronymous

word count: 1988 (buckle up yall. this ones a whole novel)

contents: slight implications of rape, violence, blood. please dont read if uncomfortable!!

you felt eyes travelling and up down your body as you and euronymous made your way into the jam-packed house. music was blaring along with lights that were bright enough to blind an unsuspecting victim. the atmosphere had changed the instant you walked through the door. you couldn't tell if it was because of the uncomfortably short dress he’d made you wear tonight or the fact you were the only girl at the party, making you the perfect target.

euronymous dragged you by the arm as he pushed through clumps of people who all had their eyes on you. you’d learned the hard way that there are good and bad types of attention, and this type wasn't making you feel too great. lustful stares followed your trail as euronymous sat on the couch, pulling you onto his lap. the dress travelled up your thighs, catching the attention of those nearby. a few burst into a fit of laughter and cheers, causing a sick feeling to start brewing in your gut.

you shuffled off of his lap, sitting on the couch beside him. you hid your face as you pulled the dress back down, grabbing a pillow to prevent any further incidents. euronymous shot you a glare as you climbed off of his lap. he enjoyed showing others that you were his, but sometimes it just felt like you were a doll that he took around so his friends could gawk at you. you couldnt help but feel exploited whenever you were in this type of situation. but even worse, you felt like it was all his fault.

you turned away from his glare, shifting nervously in your seat. euronymous shifted his attention from you, trying to ignore your attitude. you had been acting out all night and he didnt like it one bit. he often thought back to the earlier times of your relationship when you followed his orders like a little dog. you were becoming more resistant, and he knew that he had no power to stop you. he looked at you through the corner of his eye, watching you shift in your seat. you looked uncomfortable and as much as he wanted to hold you in his arms at this moment, it was you that had pushed yourself off of him.

the stares from all around the room only grew more intense as time passed. there was a horror flick on the black and white TV in the corner of the room, but you were a much more attractive sight at the moment. you kept your head down, not wanting to catch any of the predatory stares coming in your direction. euronymous had brought you here for a good time, but he knew he wasn't getting that out of you tonight. the sickness in your stomach spread as you felt the people watching you like you were on display.

euronymous nudged you with his shoulder, not looking directly at you. you looked up a little, wondering if he’d noticed all the bright signs and wanted to take you home for the rest of the night. his gaze met yours, but it was cold and bitter. “grab me a beer.” he muttered under his breath so you could barely hear him. as you began to stand up, he snatched the pillow off your lap, his face beginning to contort with anger. “now!” his voice was loud enough to catch the attention of a few more people.

you froze on the spot as things went quiet for a fraction of a second. you took a deep breath and turned around, starting to make your way to the kitchen. you pushed through the congregated group of people, trying your best not to touch any of them. a few whistles caught your ear and you felt tears starting to sting your eyes. still, you walked into the kitchen, scanning the area for where the drinks were. there were two guys there and you recognized them at first glance. both were members of euro’s band, and you’d had troubling encounters with both of them in a not so distant past.

you hands began to tremble as your feet travelled in that direction without your brain’s command. they were involved in some conversation that prevented them from noticing you until you were about two feet away. “ ‘scuse me…” your voice was quiet and shaky, but your quiet squeak was all it took for their attention to shift to you. a sickening grin spread across they’re faces. “well long time no see, doll…” his eyes subconsciously scanned your body. their gazes were lust-filled and were radiating with bad intentions. 

you sighed and brushed past them, reaching for a bottle of beer from the rack behind them. you stretched to grab one, but your motions were stopped when you felt a two pairs of hands grabbing your hips. your and mind seemed to disconnect, leaving you completely frozen. you heard a quiet chuckle from the other man. “it’s been quite a while since your special night with us… i must say, i’ve really missed this ass of yours.” a band inside your mind snapped. you grabbed a beer-filled glass bottle and closed your eyes as you swung aimlessly behind you.

the bottle hit something hard. it wasn't until you heard a pained cry that you knew that you’d hit your target. the other man watched as blood streamed down his face from his nose. his face was flushed red with an unearthly amount of rage. in a flash, you felt his hard hand make quick contact with your face, the slap sound echoing through the kitchen. you fell to the ground, the power of the slap being enough to literally knock you off your feet.

you saw that he was planning to strike you a second time, so you quickly crawled away from the area as the pained screams grew louder. you felt your knees and palms bursting with sparks of pain as you knelt on the shards of broken glass. once you’d gotten out of their sight, you stumbled out of the kitchen, tears starting to stream down your face. a crowd had gathered in the kitchen by now as the noise grew louder.

you saw euronymous who was standing by the couch and looking slightly puzzled. you ran up to him, wrapping your arms around his torso as a few choked sobs escaped from you. he had never been the affectionate type but at this moment he was even colder than usual. he shot you a glare, like he was saying that whatever was going on, it was all your fault. “what the hell happened in there?! all i asked was for you to grab me a fucking beer!” you looked up at him through tear-filled eyes. you voice came out in short gasps. “t-they were gonna hurt me… i had to do something..!” 

you tried to plead with him, but you saw as his expression hardened with every word you said. it was like he had completely convinced himself that you were completely at fault here. he glanced down, seeing the blood that was dripping down your legs and hands. he sighed, rubbing his forehead as if he was trying to reason with a child. “go get yourself cleaned up so we can get out of here. before anyone sees what a mess you’ve made.” a pained look flickered across your face.

“y-you really think this is all my fault, huh?” your voice broke midway through the sentence. euronymous scoffs, “you’re seriously gonna play the victim here?! i know who my friends are. and i know you. so if im being honest, i’d say that you’ve ruined this night for everyone.” you stand there, completely stunned. he rolls his eyes and you feel your heart tear into two. “what, cant handle the truth? sorry doll, but one of these days you’re gonna have to learn not to bitch out whenever something doesn't go your way.” 

his bitter voice pierces through the layers of your heart. though you tried to fight it, you couldn't stop the tears from rapidly streaming down your face as your entire body started to ache with fatigue. “drop dead, you bastard. i never want to see you again.” and with that, you took off, running out of the house and running down the street with no place to go in mind. you’d caught a glimpse of his face before you left. his expression was a mix of deep hurt and pure shock. you tried to delete the image from your mind, but the look of his heart breaking right there made you realize how severe the situation had become.

pain tugged at your heart strings as your silent sobs caused tears to fall down your cheeks. it was pitch black outside, and the only thing in sight was a bus stop a little while away. you carried yourself over there, setting yourself on the bench as the night sky began to drizzle. you sighed, looking outside and realizing what a mess your relationship had become. you buried your head in your hands, weeping silently at the lonely bus stop.

time became elastic, leaving you with no clue of how long you had been there. you felt a wave of drowsiness starting to hit you, but the pain you were feeling to too much for you to relax. dark shadows appeared on the streets, an eerie glow dusting over the sidewalks. you were trapped in your daze, it finally breaking when you felt a cold, soft material being draped over your shoulders. you jumped at the feeling, knowing that you were too weak to fight with anyone. you slowly looked up, seeing a dark figure whos silhouette was illuminated by the moonlight.

euronymous’ pale face came into sight, his usually cold and guarded eyes having traces of vulnerability in them. then you realized that they were tears. the lord of chaos himself was crying. “may i..?” his voice came out as a squeaky croak. you simply nodded, not wanting to speak to him until you knew what his intentions were at this moment. he sat down with a sigh, starting to fidget with his thumbs as he avoided eye contact with you. his eyes slowly travelled up, carefully meeting yours. you could see by now that he had been crying a lot. his disheveled state revealed that he had been looking for you ever since you left.

he wiped his tears away before pulling your body into his, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. when he spoke, he sounded like a small child pleading for forgiveness. “i-im so sorry… i didnt mean to hurt you.” a sob escapes from his lips as he continues to get his words out. “i really dont wanna lose you. you’re the best thing that’s even happened to me, and i couldnt imagine what i’d do if anything ever happened to you.”

he put his head in your shoulder, silently sobbing into it as he managed to get his last statement out. “i love you more than anything…” he lifted his head up, trying his best to contain the rest of his tears. you managed to get a tiny smile out of yourself, which he mirrored immediately. he looked down at your bruised body. “look at you, doll. you must be freezing.” he wrapped you up in his leather jacket. “let’s get you home so we can fix you all up.” he shakily stood up from the seat.

you stand up too, swaying on your feet slightly. he notices that you’re slightly disoriented, so he scoops you up into his arms and carries you bridal style. “i love you so much. i promise to never hurt you like that again. i swear it.” with that, he planted a tender kiss on your forehead and started carrying you into the night, taking you home.

author's note: im so sorry yall. this one's rlly intense 😭 and its rlly long. yall should lemme know if i should just keep going with my shorter fics. thank you :))

[felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna]

I got so lucky. 😭 All the signed albums I purchased were signatures I didn’t have and no dupes. thank you, kpop gods. 🧎🏼‍♀️‍➡️all I need are yeosang and mingi to complete the signature collection. 🥲 hopefully the luck lasts and the other four digipacks I ordered (before they even announced they were selling signed versions) are San, Mingi, Yeosang, and Jongho. 🤞🏼🤞🏼🤞🏼🤞🏼

[velvetdolor]

HWHSHAHAHAG😭😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 I XAN ONLY INAGINE ONE (1) THING FOR ANGEL READER:

Slowly corrupted! Angel! Reader when their siblings are on their way to ask them about Hunter! Seonghwa:

:"We've got some Angel! Reader here that could maybe give us some answers about what happened- oh hello (reader), did you witness anything strange around the area?"

;"Witness?😇 Is this camera on?😦😦"

:"Yeah! We're gonna send this to the lord to further discuss that bastard hunter's punishment!"

;"OH!🗣️🗣️💥💥💥💥💥‼️‼️‼️‼️ Oh ho NOOOOOOAAAWWWW-‼️‼️‼️‼️💥💥💥 I ain't seen NAWTHING‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️💥💥💥💥💥 nahhhhhhhh-🙏🙏🙏🙏 I ain't seen nothing, MATTER FACT!!!‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️! I'm blind in my left eye 👁️ aND💥💥💥💥‼️‼️‼️‼️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️ 43% BLIND om my right eye 👁️👈🙏🥀I don't see much of nothing😇🙏, matter fact I can't even see you SIR!🙏🙏🙏🙏"

This is that one interview😓 agagagagagga🙏🙏

I’M TAKING NOTES AS WE SPEAK!!!! 🫵🏼👹

well see… if it were fluffy in anyway i’d be like OH HELL YEAH but it’s kind of like an extremely demented and distorted love story told from the pov of the readers slow descent into madness after repetitive “harsh training…” which is basically seonghwa manipulating and confusing her ALL of the time.

as i’ve said it’s a pretty dark romance and i want people to heed the warnings because dub-con is one of them (more so because there’s nothing very ethical about someone manipulating someone in any intimate realm) i’ll be sure to be as clear in the warnings as possible!

i’ve been taking breaks between writing sessions for this one because in order to write any of my stories i usually try my best to fall into the mindset of the reader— low key feels like method acting because after i write i end up acting like my characters for a couple of hours and i’ve barely realized that LMAOOOO

if u end up enjoying it, you’ll definitely have moments where you’re like???????? AW NAW I DIDNT SEE NOTHING. shit gets nasty and there’s a reason why I listed it as HARD smut.

🤞🏼🗿

i hope u enjoy it friend and i always enjoy seeing ur lil blips in my ask box!