#i want to see my girlfriend i want to [redacted]

[dragongirlbunny]

these next three weeks are gonna be so sloooooow

[warriorfujoshi]

Im going to destroy the earth

[lorarri]

★ . . . 𝐈 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐖𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 , 𝐃𝐑𝟑

summary , taking the reason off has done daniel some good as he now shows it and his cowgirl girlfriend off at his home grand prix, and laughing at mclarens downfall

pairing , daniel ricciardo x fem! gf! texas cowgirl! reader

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landonorris can I wear danny ric's hat? ⤷ yourinstagram no. ⤷ user hahahhaha ⤷ user lando is such a drama starter ⤷ user he def knows the rule ⤷ user not lando and Y/N fighting for danny in the comments ⤷ user I mean I don't blame them tbh

user our favourite cowgirl

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INTERVIEW CLIP :: "I'M A COWBOY NOW" THE LATE SHOW - DANIEL RICCARDO

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yourinstagram no one talk to me for the next 24 hours as I recover from danny riding a horse shirtless ⤷ user so real for this

yourinstagram when he looks good in your cowboy hats >>>

user Y/N being the ultimate simp for her man

user nahh danny and Y/N hyping each other up will never not be cute

user god when will it be me

user cowboy danny does things to me that should not be stated in the comments section ⤷ yourinstagram yeah [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] ⤷ user this is why I'm obsessed with you

user idk who I want more

landonorris I feel left out

landonorris I thought our friendship meant more to you danny ⤷ danielricciardo sorry mate mrs come first ⤷ landonorris I see... ⤷ user not lando being salty on the main 🤣

user plz one chance that is all I ask for

maxverstappen1 where was my invite? ⤷ schecoperez and mine ⤷ redbullracing and ours ⤷ yourinstagram how about this week? ⤷ redbullracing sounds good ⤷ landonorris wheres my invite? ⤷ yourinstagram not this time champ redbull fam only ⤷ christianhorner can I bring the kids they want to see the horses ⤷ yourinstagram ofc! bring my angel geri as well

user my parents 🥰

user okay we need to know was zak brown's face shot at for shoot you ex day? ⤷ yourinstagram yes ⤷ user your so real for this 😭 ⤷ user zak brown gonna have extra security after this ⤷ user does zak brown even count as an ex? ⤷ yourinstagram ex-boss so he's close enough

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[charliemwrites]

Part 4

Mister(s) Steal Your Girl is, somehow, now the official title. Congratulations you little shits (affectionate).

Content: Toxic Behavior, Brief Weight Shaming, Hurt/Comfort

You didn’t expect to see Johnny much after that one night - or possibly ever again. Kyle introduced you two, it was a lot of fun, but you figure that’ll be the end of it. Like introducing a new man to your girlfriends (not that you can really introduce Kyle to yours) you passed the vibe check and now Kyle will keep you and Johnny separate.

That’s how it’s been with Brandon’s friends. (Granted, you don’t really care for Brandon’s friends. And you figure it’s mutual based on the “uptight” comments they pretended to think you couldn’t hear.)

You’re starting to realize that Kyle is always going to subvert your expectations.

Johnny becomes a fixture - a welcome one. While you and Kyle still have your date nights and privacy, Johnny joins you two at least once a week for movies, drinks, dinner, or just silly adventures out and about.

You’re surprised that you don’t mind. Johnny is fantastic company, always respectful, funny, and friendly. Whenever the two of you are left alone, there’s no dead air. In fact, sometimes you could almost swear there’s electricity. Which is… well. It makes it hard to look him in the eye sometimes - and looking at Kyle even harder.

Guilt nips at your stomach until one of them distracts you with another story you’re 70% sure they shouldn’t tell you.

You and Johnny play a game with pub napkins, doodling something on one folded half, then passing it over for the other to scribble on the second half. The trick is not cheating and seeing the first half, then unfolding it to a complete (and usually silly) picture. Gaz always gets to name whatever monstrosity has been created.

You get a month of that good company. Then Kyle sighs at his phone one night.

“Shipping out again,” he explains when you glance at him.

“Will you be gone long?” you ask, shifting.

His brow furrows. “Not sure. They can’t tell us much over the phone.”

You hum in understanding. Still new to this whole military thing, the redacted danger of it all, but you think you’re getting the hang of it. At least, Kyle never seems annoyed when he can’t answer you, only apologetic.

“Is it gonna be the whole team?” you ask.

“Nah, just me and the cap.” He rubs his palm along your calf, a gesture that you suspect is self-soothing rather than for your benefit. “Probably not too dangerous, then.”

You make a noise of protest, nudging at his thigh with your foot. “Bad luck!”

“Sorry, sorry!” he chuckles, tapping his knuckles on the wooden end table. “You’re right.”

You crawl from your side of the couch to his, nuzzling up under his arm. He trails kisses along the side of your face as you snuggle in.

“I’ll miss you,” you mumble into his neck. Still a little embarrassed to be so needy, but you want him to feel appreciated.

“I’ll miss you too, chickadee. I’ll call if I can, yeah?”

You hum in agreement, squeezing an arm around his middle.

“While I’m gone, if you need anything - even some company - you ought to call Soap,” he adds.

The idea is tempting but… “I don’t want to bother him.”

“I promise you won’t,” he laughs. You don’t know what’s so funny, but hearing his voice rumble in his chest like this is always a treat.

“Maybe,” you allow.

“We’ll take it.” Before you can ask what that means, he loops an arm around your waist and scoops you into his lap. “Now then, about my send off.”

Your giggle turns into a moan as his mouth slants over yours.

Kyle’s only been gone three days. You’ve occupied yourself with cleaning up the flat you share with Brandon. Dust has been collecting since you’ve been out and about so much - and god knows Brandon hardly does more than load the dishwasher. Besides, a good bit of spring cleaning is a pleasant enough distraction, humming as you toss out old things to make more room for the new stuff you’ve been collecting.

“Good to see you getting back to normal,” Brandon says cheerfully. You glance up from the laundry you’re folding. He continues, “I was worried with how behind you got on things, but I knew you just needed some time. I told you this would be better for us both.”

You try not to let that sting. Even if things are better now, and continuing to get better, you can’t forget the pain that lingers from the beginning.

“Tell you what,” he adds, hands in his pockets. “When you finish cleaning up, I’ll take you out to the pub, yeah? Put on something pretty.”

You perk up, pleasantly surprised, though hesitant.

“We could leave earlier if you helped,” you point out, hoping for more than just dinner. “Maybe we could walk in the park or something before eating.”

He gives you a weak smile. One you recognize more than his real one by now. It’s almost apologetic, but not quite.

“I would but I’m bloody exhausted from this week, ya know? Big projects coming up at work.”

Your smile freezes. “And some late nights, I’m sure,” you try to joke.

He doesn’t laugh like you expect, but gives you an odd look. “Why would you say something like that?”

Baffled, you shrug. He shakes his head.

“I’m going to take a nap, come wake me up when you’re ready to go.”

You manage to finish the majority of your to-do list by 5. Shower, get dressed, do your hair and makeup with Brandon snoring in the background until 6. By then, he still hasn’t woken up from his nap, so you perch on the edge of the bed and gently nudge at him until he stirs.

“I’m ready to go, babe,” you murmur.

He scrunches up his face - you spare an affectionate thought for how cute it is. You’ve always found it cute.

“Five more minutes,” he grumbles.

You laugh a little. “It’s getting late, we should probably head out.”

He groans. “Five. Minutes.”

You huff in amusement and reach for his phone to set an alarm, but pause at all the notifications from dating apps crowding his screen. There are… a lot. And as you’re looking, a new message pops up, just labeled “blonde” with a peach emoji. Gross.

You set the alarm and slip away to the living room.

It takes him another half hour to finally rouse, shuffling into the living room with a groan.

“C’mon,” he yawns. “It’s going to be bloody crowded by now.”

You follow him quietly to the car, knowing he’s not chatty when he’s just woken up. Hunger only adds to his mood; you can practically see a cloud forming over his head. By the time he pulls up to the pub, he’s downright grumpy. He grumbles about shit parking, and the milling people outside. It looks busy.

“We could go somewhere else?” you suggest.

“This is fine,” he says.

He parks a block away and starts at a swift pace. You try to hold his hand, but halfway there, he pulls away to check his phone and doesn’t take it again.

Surprisingly, it’s only a twenty minute wait for a table - but Brandon sneers something like “of course it is” under his breath. You smile apologetically at the hostess and usher him away.

He doesn’t talk during the wait, at first. Until suddenly he blurts. “We wouldn’t have to wait if you’d woken me up.”

You blink at him. “I did. You asked for five more minutes.”

“Well, why didn’t you wake me up then?”

“I set an alarm?”

You don’t know why he’s so irritated, just that he seems tired and hungry.

“You know I don’t listen to alarms,” he complains, scowling at the sidewalk.

“Okay… I’ll wake you up next time,” you offer.

“Yeah, next time.”

Thankfully, the two of you are called a little early. The pub is indeed loud and crowded, and you’re definitely overdressed. But at least you know what you want - Brandon’s taken you here a million times before.

Wisely, you wait until he’s downed the texmex rolls before trying for conversation again. He hums along as you talk about work, about the books you’ve been reading, about the new movie you saw last week. You think it’s going pretty well, catching up on each other’s lives, when he interrupts you mid-sentence.

“Where was this?”

You frown. “At the grocery store…?”

“You’re still on that? Thought we moved on from that story.”

You don’t bother finishing it, just ask him about his work. It’s like pulling teeth. A lot of “good” and “busy” and “same as usual.” By the time your entree comes, you’ve given up, not sure if you want to cry or just walk away to see if he even notices. He keeps checking his phone. Your fingers twitch to text Kyle, but you don’t want to bother him while he’s working.

The end of dinner can’t come sooner. You decline dessert when the server asks.

“Probably for the better,” Brandon tells you lowly when they’re gone to get the check. “I think you’ve put on a bit of weight. You know how you get.”

You probably have - Kyle has a sweet tooth and practically begs you to split desserts with him. Johnny’s shares his food with you now too, grinning when you express approval for whatever high-protein dish he’s picked and shoving more at you.

As for “how you get”… Brandon’s mentioned in the past when you were heavier that you get mopey, aren’t much fun to be around.

(A small part of you wonders how that would even effect him at this point. He doesn’t spend enough time around you to notice if you’re mopey. Is that why tonight has been such a disaster…?)

You just collect your purse and lead the way out of the pub. It’s a quiet walk back to the car, even though Brandon seems to be in a better mood. He’s still texting, nearly bumps into an elderly couple along the way.

Back at the apartment, he runs his hand down your side, tugs at the lace hem of your shirt.

“Careful,” you chide.

He sucks his teeth and drops his hand. “I’m just trying to be playful.”

“I know, but I like this shirt.”

He rolls his eyes. “You’ve got three just like it.”

You don’t answer, know it’ll lead to more useless bickering. Just tug the stupid thing over your head, ready to go to bed.

“Hey now, that’s more like it,” he drawls, fingertips running down your spine.

You jump, surprised, but play it off that his hands are cold. He makes some crass comment about warming them up, reaching for your breasts, and your stomach churns.

“I-I think I ate something bad,” you lie, all but sprinting for the bathroom.

You close the door behind you - but don’t lock it. Just sit on the floor, the wall cold against your back, while you try to breathe through your spinning, conflicting thoughts.

He’s finally giving you attention, affection. Why aren’t you jumping at this opportunity to spend time with him? Not long ago, you would have been weeping with joy to have an iota of your normal relationship back. Maybe you really did eat something bad.

“Hey,” Brandon calls through the door, “I’m gonna stay somewhere else tonight.”

You stare at the blank white wood, aghast. “But I’m sick.”

“It’s not like I can do much, is there? Except listen to you be sick all night,” he reasons. “And who knows. Maybe it wasn’t something you ate. Maybe it’s contagious. I don’t want to spend the weekend ill.”

Your eyes burn. He didn’t even open the door to check. “Yeah,” you agree, voice robotic, “you’re right.”

Not even five minutes later, you hear the front door close. That almost, almost does you in. You manage to keep your lackluster dinner down, but not the tears.

You let yourself be pathetic for a few minutes, crying into your arms, folded over your knees. When you finally manage to get yourself together, it’s not Brandon you ache for. It’s Kyle. It’s not possible, you know. You just don’t want to be alone even though the nausea is dissipating.

Sighing, you remove your ruined makeup and wash your face, climb into one of Kyle’s jumpers. At least it still smells like him. It’s only as you’re trying to decide on a comfort show, huddled into a ball on the couch, that you remember his advice.

It takes all of fifteen seconds of debate before you scramble for your phone.

I know it’s late, but are you free, you text Johnny.

A response comes almost immediately.

Always for you, lass. You bite your lip on a tiny smile, already feeling better. Your phone buzzes again. What’s up?

Your thumbs hover over the keyboard for a moment as you figure out what to ask - then how to ask it.

Would you want to come to mine for movies? I don’t feel good…

He answers instantly again. Ice cream not-good or Theraflu not-good?

You sniffle when you remember that being sick was a dealbreaker for your night with Brandon.

Ice cream not-good, you reply.

Say no more, hen. Be there in fifteen. Pick a good one.

You watch TikTok’s until there’s a knock at the door. Upon answering, you’re swept up in a bear hug that lifts you off your socked feet.

“Johnny!” you cry, laughing a bit in shock.

“There she is!” he crows, swinging you around. “Been missin’ my best girl!”

You tell yourself the thrill in your stomach is just from him setting you down. (It’s a harder sell when it happens again seeing his wide smile and warm blue eyes.)

“You're ridiculous,” you huff, “I’m not your best girl.”

He arches his eyebrows. “Oh, yer keepin’ track, are ye?”

“C’mon, you must have a partner or something?” you prod as you usher him inside.

“Kyle must’ve told ye, hen, it’s hard in this line of work,” he explains, shrugging. “Tried before but… usually they just end up feeling neglected, ya ken.”

You hum. That’s why Kyle said you and he would work so well with the open relationship - that you’d still have someone at home while he was out. That you wouldn’t be alone if something happened to him.

“Anyway, this is no kinda talk for a cozy night in, now is it?” Johnny says, cutting your melancholy musing short. “Come look at what I brought ya!”

You only notice then the two grocery bags in one hand. He herds you to the couch and sets them on the coffee table for you to root through.

“My favorite!” You exclaim when you extract the tub of ice cream.

The grin Johnny shoots you is proud. “Kyle said so.”

“You two,” you sigh happily.

He’s also brought a squishy stuffed animal, crisps, popcorn, soda, candy, and a small collection of self-care items. You hold the face-masks up with a questioning smile.

“Heard somewhere that it’s good for ye, when yer feelin’ down.” You try not to giggle when the last word comes out sounding like “doon.” He continues, blissfully ignorant. “Hope that’s the right shite, there was a lot to choose from.”

You throw your arms around him, chest warm. “Thank you, this is perfect, Johnny.”

He circles his arm around your waist, holding you close. “Anytime, bonnie,” he murmurs into your hair.

You squeeze his shoulders as you pull away, waving one of the mask packets with a wicked little smile.

“Wanna try this ‘shite’ with me?” you tease.

You expect a resounding and masculine-heavy no. Instead, Johnny tilts his head consideringly for a moment, then shrugs.

“Eh, why the hell not?”

You wake up the next morning to a mess of candy wrappers, discarded moisturizers, and an empty carton of ice cream. And the smell of eggs. Cartoons are playing quietly on the telly. When you yawn and sit up, you’re greeted by a cheerful Johnny at the stove, wearing your pink apron.

“Mornin’, sunshine,” he calls.

You flush and smile back, glad that you called him. “Mornin’!”

[landonorizzz]

SUMMARY: pierre is not the boyfriend of the year that everyone thought. his girlfriend is left to fend for herself, fourtunately she seems to have good people in her corner PAIRING: pierre gasly x ex! fem! ferrari media team! oc , [redacted] x fem! ferrari media team! oc (no faceclaim) WARNINGS: mentions of cheating, cursing A/N: this is my first one, it was supposed to be y/n BUT i just didn't like how it looked? idk, i needed to have a name so everyone meet Marceline ;))

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marcilazzaro1 new day, new city! explored zandvoort today before coming back for media duties ;)

(charles_leclerc, carlossainz55 i am watching you, do not make my life harder this week)

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carlandoo333 she's so mother i can't

pierregasly so i don't get credit for the photos?

↳ marcilazzaro1 everyone knows you're my personal photographer love

pierregasly belle, mon ange 🤍

↳ marcilazzaro1 grazie 🤍

↳ ilpredestinatox I JUST WANT EHAT THEY HAVE

babygirll oh no! i was at that caffè today, i can't believe i missed them!

maxverstappen1 they can't stop themselves, it's in their blood

↳ marcilazzaro1 maybe if you stopped distracting a certain someone during his interviews he'd actually do a good job

↳maxverstappen1 eh

lilymhe are we still on for drinks after FP2?

↳ marcilazzaro1 lily, love of my life, of course we are

↳ alexalbon excuse me? i'm the boyfriend here

↳ marcilazzaro1 not for long now albono ;)

sheilaxf1 I'm so here for lily and marci being the ultimate girlfriends

↳ landoscar814 they are iconic

charles_leclerc when have i ever made your life difficult

↳ marcilazzaro1 you want that alphabetically or chronologically??

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marcilazzaro1 and that's another podium in the bag! bébé i am so proud of you, you have no idea. my heat speeds up every time i see your happy smile, every time i feel like i'm drunk on the champagne with you 🥂 here's to many more, i love you completely 🤍

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pierregasly it's a pleasure to share this journey with you mon ange, i can't wait for the next chapter 🤍

↳ marcilazzaro1 🤍🥂

sundaylover okay whos cutting up onions and shit

hammertime_1 oh yeah she is in looooovee love

maxverstappen1 what about my podium?

↳ marcilazzaro1 redbull is spoiling you enough and j already texted you, stop fishing

↳ cuddlyxricc i absolutely love their friendship

↳ byelandoo right?? i feel like she's the only media person he doesn't automatically hate ↳ cuddlyxricc the fact that she's works for ferrari and not redbull makes it even funnier i swear ↳ byelandoo christian is having an aneurysm as we speak

danielricciardo see you at the after party (you have to convince him to do a shoey)

↳ marcilazzaro1 ah, i fear that i will not make it to the party, i still have work to do daniel ;) but you guys enjoy yourselves. and watch out for the hand please, will you?

elplanxincoming am i the only one or was Pierre's comment kinda weak after the WHOLE PARAGRAPH she wrote??

↳ sunshine_dr3 god i didn't want to say anything but yeah, it feels forced almost

ilpredestinatox the story is definitely working, Charles looks so good i don't even remember the race

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marci's messages

Marci: where are you? are you still at the party?

Esteban: No.

Esteban: Me, Lance and Mick are all in my room.

Marci: Can I come?

Esteban: Aren't you supposed to be surprising your boyfriend?

Marci: I guess I already did.

Marci: I already packed my stuff, I don't really have anywhere to go. Ferrari doesn't have the extra room for me this weekend and the hotel is packed.

Esteban: Merde, Marci. Of course you can come here, I'll even let you have the bed.

Marci: Thank you, Este.

PF: That's all I have.

PF: For what it's worth, I really am sorry that this hapened.

Marci: Still, you ALL lied to me and treated me like an idiot.

Marci: So really, your "sorry" doesn't mean shit now, does it?

PF: Why do you think I took those photos?

PF: I wanted to tell you. So many times.

Marci: Why didn't you then?

PF: I'm sorry.

Marci: You know what, fuck you.

Marci: You're lucky I didn't expose all of you. You all knew what he was doing and none of you said anything. That's fucked and you know it.

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marci's messages:

Pierre: Baby, what's going on?

Pierre: Where are you?

Marci: Why, is your friend already gone? What, didn't stay the night?

Pierre: What are you talking about?

Marci: Spare me, Pierre. You know exacly what I'm talking about.

Marci: If you need a reminder I'm sure that twitter's ready to jog your memory.

Pierre: What the fuck Marceline

Pierre: What the hell did you do?!

Pierre: Merde

Pierre: Are you actually insane?? This is a PR nightmare, you KNOW this

Pierre: You have to delete those

Marci: Oh yeah, I don't think so.

Marci: I already apologized to your media team for the chaos, I ain't deleting shit.

Pierre: You're a bitch, Marceline

Marci: Fuck you, you absolute scumbag.

Adam: You get a week of PTO

Adam: It's a non-negotiable order from upstairs so, yeah. See you next week. Go relax, wind down. Heal.

Adam: We're all sorry that this happened to you, the media team is standing with you.

Marci: Thank you, Adam.

Marci: Also, what does "upstairs" mean?

Adam: Fred's orders.

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marcilazzaro1 some much needed home time on the big boss' orders ;)) thank you for your kind words and support, see you soon everyone.

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charlies_sun we're all with you marci 🤍

scuderiaferrari Big boss says to rest up and come back stronger!

↳marcilazzaro1 got it 🤠

↳ilpredestinatox this is so sweet

sheilaxf1 i just don't understand how could he do this to her

↳hammertime_1 RIGHTT???

danielricciardo the personalised dart board and dr3 wine are already on their way

↳marcilazzaro1 thank you Daniel! it's much appreciated

danielricciardo everybody loves a farm girl 🤠

↳marcilazzaro1 do they now?

↳lestappen116 are they...... flirting?

↳ilpredestinatox GIRL, bfr her and pierre JUST broke up, besides idk, i've always had a feeling that he gives her the ick? idk

sundaylover how does she look so GOOD??

↳carlando333 she's so mother i can't-

michael_44 oh boo hoo, she's been cheated on. that's no reason to slack off on her work

↳elplanxincoming oh fuck off

maxverstappen1 there might be an incident at T1 at Monza, just say the word

↳marcilazzaro1 thank you maxie, but that won't ne nessecary 🧡

brunolazzaro03 good to have you home, even if you're stealing all my ice cream

↳marcilazzaro1 come on, mum said i can have them

redleclerc_ the fact that Charles hasn't commented is deeply upsetting to me

↳ quickstappen i meann.... not surprising considering it's his best friend we're talking about

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marci's message:

Claire: Hello, this is Claire. We spoke on instagram.

Marci: Yes, we did. Im Marceline.

Claire: I know.

Claire: Look, I'm sorry that this happened.

Claire: I really am.

Marci: Stop please

Marci: Can you just explain it to me from the beginning?

Claire: Yeah, sure. Of course.

Claire: I met Pierre at a party in Milan that I went to with my friends.

Marci: When was that?

Claire: Last June

Claire: I think.

Marci: Okay

Claire: I'm sorry.

Claire: Anyway, we met and he was really shocked that I didn't know who he was. And I really HAD no idea who he was.

Claire: He said he worked in motorsports, I've never qustioned it and never tried to search for him.

Marci: Why didn't you look for him?

Claire: Honestly? I didn't care enough. For me it was just sex.

Claire: I didn't even know his last name. Just had his phone number.

Marci: And you met up multiple times?

Claire: Yeah, whenever he was in Milan. I swear I didn't know he had a girlfriend. He said he was single when we first met.

Marci: Well, we started dating in 2019 so... he definitely wasn't.

Claire: I am so sorry Marceline.

Claire: I found out about you from twitter. There was this hashtag trending and suddenly there was this picture of me plastered all over my timeline.

Claire: I've tried to understand what's going on, and I found out I've been screwing someone's boyfriend for the last year. God I'm so disgusted with myself.

Marci: Don't be, please.

Claire: I swear I wouldn't get with him if I knew that he was taken.

Marci: I don't blame you Claire. Any of you. It's not like you MADE him do it.

Marci: Thank you for contacting me, serioulsy.

Claire: It's the least I could do, I didn't see another option.

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→ “temporary fix.” || yoon seeun x reader fic.

— being friends with yoon seeun means doing whatever it takes to help her forget that the fact that her ex has become significantly happier without her, so you give her exactly what she needs...

word count: 3.5k.

dynamic: dom!bottom!yoon seeun x sub!top!virgin!reader.

content warnings: smut, fingering, nipple play, a bit of hair pulling, this is surprisingly very tame despite the image i had for it initially oh—

requested? : nope.

a/n: my first stayc fic <3 i enjoyed making this, and i hope you guys like it! sorry if there are major errors!! i was really hoping i finished this way earlier but alas... life 🥲 anyway this is just one of my many gifts for you for getting this blog to reach 1k!! you're all amazing n i love you and i'll see you guys in the next fics and the [REDACTED] hehehe 👀

“she has to be doing this on purpose at this point.”

you say, as your best friend seeun stares bitterly at her ex-girlfriend from far away. chaeyoung sat on the poolside with her ankles in the water and she was laughing loudly at whatever the hell her other friends were doing in the pool. there was some kind of longing in seeun’s eyes and you knew what it meant, it was easy to figure out after all. seeun missed chaeyoung, and deeply regrets leaving her for a reason she has yet to disclose with you still. even after two years of the break-up in question.

“i mean, come on! this is the fourth party where she was ‘coincidentally’ invited to along with her ex—you.” 

you do try to desperately cheer seeun up. you have never once liked seeing her in despair. but something about seeing chaeyoung smiling that widely, shining that brightly, and laughing that loudly does something to seeun’s brain. and it was always nothing good. either this night will end with seeun crying in your arms about how heartbroken she is for hurting chaeyoung the way she did, or neither of you will speak about the event and just sit solemnly on her bed eating pizza and drinking homemade smoothies while a movie plays in the background.

you hope that it will be something different tonight. maybe seeun will be smiling for once! you wanted her and chaeyoung to completely end things on good terms. you knew seeun wasn’t in love with chaeyoung because she had said so many times before, but before they were girlfriends, they were friends. and you knew that it was that them not being able to rekindle their friendship after their break-up was the real reason why seeun always gets so upset whenever she sees chaeyoung.

jayoon, one of chaeyoung’s friends, looks across the pool and meets gazes with seeun, who visibly freezes up. jayoon grins and waves at seeun excitedly, making the other girls as well as chaeyoung turn their heads in curiosity. sumin and yeeun wave at seeun as well, while sieun was rather surprised to see seeun being in the same place as chaeyoung. speaking of which, chaeyoung herself stared at seeun. the latter was convinced that her ex was going to look away, or look at her in disgust or something along those emotions but… chaeyoung smiled softly at her.

kind as ever. and fuck, seeun wanted to cry.

“(y/n)... can we leave?”

you looked at chaeyoung and your best friend back and forth, unsure of what to do.

“are you sure…? what if yujinnie looks for you—”

“i need to go, (y/n),” seeun pries her gaze away from chaeyoung. her eyes were brimming with tears and she grabbed your wrist tightly. “please. i can’t be in here.” seeun puts her head on your shoulder as her tears fall and conveniently, a crowd forms in front of the two of you, effectively hiding her from chaeyoung’s view.

“okay… let’s go.”

seeun wipes her tears away with the back of her hand and smiles at some passing stranger briefly before pulling you towards the front door. she bids goodbye to everybody like normal, expressing faux regrets and even using you ‘not feeling well enough to stay’ as an excuse. you play along of course, you would gladly drop anything for your best friend. yujin was pretty sad that her favorite people had to leave, but she was pretty pre-occupied with stopping a drunken jiwon and gaeul from doing keg stands to really care so she merely waved goodbye before the two of you disappeared behind the front door.

seeun wordlessly climbs into your passenger seat, strapping on the seatbelt and leaning back. you couldn’t read her expression, and it was scary. you decided not to ask about it, however, and pulled out of yujin’s driveway before driving away. seeun had your denim jacket covering her thighs from the chill, and she was looking out the window—no doubt there were a million thoughts going through her head at the moment. thoughts you hoped she would find to share with you so you could take care of her.

like the good best friend that you were, and always have been.

“where are we going, (y/n)?” seeun asks eventually, now looking a bit annoyed as she scans the houses outside.

“huh? i’m taking you to your house.”

seeun looks at you like you’ve lost your mind, “what? no. i want to go to your place tonight.”

“oh… okay.”

you drove past seeun’s house and at the same time, seeun decided to pull out her phone. most likely to text one of her parents that she wasn’t going to come home. it was a normal occurrence, anyway. seeun’s parents originally didn’t like sending their kid off to sleep at another person’s place—a stranger at that!—but you gained their trust eventually… and soon enough, a young yoon seeun found herself staying over your place twice every week.

nowadays, seeun doesn’t even have to tell her parents anything. they know she is always under your care.

“did you want to eat anything?” you asked as the two of you entered your house. it was dark and quiet, but not the kind that scared you. seeun shook her head as she slipped out of her sneakers, then she stood properly, staring as you placed your car and house keys on the key hooks by the door.

“what?” you said. seeun looked at you with wonder in her eyes, then she merely smiles at you before making her way towards your room. the final glance she sends you before she completely disppeared behind a corner made your heart skip a beat, as much as you didn’t want it to.

you followed seeun to your bedroom, where was already digging through her own drawer for some fresh set of clothes. you decided to collapse on your bean bag chair, sighing blissfully at the feeling of being in the comfort of your own bedroom. seeun goes to your bathroom with some clothes in hand, barely closing the door behind her. sure, seeun said she didn’t want anything to eat when you asked her earlier, but you knew she would be grumbling about being hungry after about thirty minutes of laying silently on the bed with you, so you decided to go on your phone to browse some good food to order.

“are we watching a movie tonight, seeun?” you asked as you scrolled through your phone.

“up to you.” seeun replied.

you sighed, looking at your black tv screen. “i do not want to…” you muttered, now finding it too much of a hassle to look for food to eat and a movie to watch. you decided to melt further in your bean bag chair, blinking away your fatigue until seeun came back out of the bathroom, ruffling her soft hair as she held her neatly folded party clothes in her arms.

“freshen up, sleepyhead.” seeun took your hand and pulled you up with much difficulty. seeun didn’t really think about how close the two of you would be, physically of course, before she pulled you up to your feet. right now, she could feel your breath on her face and your warmth on her skin—it all gave her goosebumps. seeun raises a hand and brushes a few stray hairs away from your face and… is she blushing?

“g-give me a minute.” you slipped past your best friend, grabbed a random combination of your usual sleepwear and disappeared insde the bathroom. your cheeks felt so hot, and your heart was beating erratically. what the fuck. you were afraid this would happen tonight. again.

truth to be told, lately you have been feeling a few things towards your very own best friend. you tsrtaed to find her prettier than normal, and sometimes you can’t even look or speak to her without your brain screaming at you like crazy. but you didn’t want to acknowledge it. you managed to convince yourself that you were just so terribly lonely that your heart has decided to ‘settle’ for your best friend. first of all, that was unacceptable considering seeun was hurting because of her ex-girlfriend! second, you knew seeun wouldn’t see you in that way, so why would you even bother?

and third, perhaps most importantly, one does not try to get into a romantic relationship with their best friend unless they want their heart to suffer the most gut-wrenching heartbreak ever. you cherished your heart too much to let yourself be hurt like that, so seeun? absolutely off limits!!

“i thought you said you didn’t wanna watch anything?” you teased as you walked out of the bathroom in some shorts and one of your big shirts. seeun was sitting on your bed, eyes glued to your tv screen as ‘clueless’ played.

“i had to find something to entertain me while you were taking your sweet time in there.” seeun pats the big empty space on your bed, beckoning you over. you settled beside her, relishing in the mingling feeling of your cold bed and your best friend’s warmth. seeun was closer to you than usual, or maybe you were overexaggerating… but then seeun hugs your arm, putting her chin on your shoulder… and with her lips so close to your skin, you couldn’t help but shiver.

“sorry i ruined your night. i know you wanted to be in that party,” seeun fidgeted with the hem of your shirt. “because of wonyoung, right? you guys have something, don’t you?” your best friend asked. she didn’t have to, though. she watched you develop this big stupid crush on the campus princess over the past few months, and she knew that she was the reason you were holding yourself back from fully committing all of your attention to the other girl.

seeun needed you, her best friend, especially at this time of her life.

“no, don’t worry about it. i’d rather be here, honestly. my head was starting to hurt.” you smiled at your best friend, surprising yourself by the close proximity. the tip of seeun’s nose nearly touched yours, making your breath hitch. it didn’t go unnoticed by seeun, of course, and her eyes flicker down to your lips.

your heart was hammering in your chest—this was really going to happen, isn’t it?

“thank you for being so willing to get me out of there. away from chaeyoung,” seeun whispered. a cold hand slips underneath your shirt, resting on your waist, and your best friend presses herseld up against you even more. an overly-sweet side hug, you were convinced.

that was until seeun climbed onto your lap, wrapping her arms around your neck and pulling you even closer as if that was possible.

“you’ll help me heal from her, right, (y/n)? even just for one night?” seeun asked. of course you weren’t stupid, you knew what she was implying.

a part of you wanted to resist. seeun was your best friend. surely everything will change if the two of you were to go through with this, right? and you didn’t want anything like that to happen between the two of you. but how could you resist? especially when seeun brushes your hair back, cradles your face in her hands, and runs her thumb across your lips so gently? and how could you even think of pushing her away when she leans down and kisses you?

how could you stop yourself from melting? warmth bloomed across your chest the longer seeun’s lips were on yours. kissing her was like biting into a cotton candy—it was sweet, so sweet, and you could never get enough. and so you ask for more, and more you do get.

eventually, seeun was laying down on the bed with you on top of her. she was touching and groping as her lips moved expertly in sync with yours. you didn’t know what to do. as much as you liked what you were doing with seeun, you had no idea how to move further from this. so, you pulled back, but not too far as seeun stopped you from doing so by clutching your shirt, trying desperately to pull you back in. “s-seeun… wait, how do i… what do i do?” you were embarrassed to be asking that kind of question in the middle of the act, and even more embarrassed seeing your best friend laugh at you. 

seeun was sweet about it, however. “i’ll help you, don’t worry.”

seeun kisses you again—one hand cupping your cheek and the other softly holding your wrist, guiding your hand all the way down her thighs, sneaking them in between and making you feel her cunt through her shorts. “touch me, (y/n). go on.” seeun whispers against your lips. and so you do—unzipping her jean shorts and slowly slipping your hand inside. you couldn’t believe you were touching your very own best friend’s pussy, and you couldn’t believe she was letting you! christ, she wasn’t just letting you, she was telling you to!

feeling her folds through the fabric of her panties, witnessing the slightest changes on seeun’s features as you did so. “come on… you can do better than that.” seeun said as she slightly bucked her hips into your hands. she was so desperate for your touch that she didn’t care that she looked ridiculous. she could never look like that to you though.

“a-are you sure…?” you just had to ask. seeun smiles softly at you, appreciating your intent but goddamn, she was so impatient that she didn't even reply. merely lifting her hips up and removing her shorts on her own, seeing that you weren’t going to do that anytime soon. you stared at your best friend incredulously as she threw her shorts to the side, all while smirking at your expression.

“still doubting what i want, (y/n)?” this time, seeun pulls off her shirt. she doesn’t let you ogle at her perfect body for too long before she takes your face in her hands and kisses you again. thankfully this time, you knew what to do with yourself, albeit barely. reaching behind seeun’s back and pulling off her bra, letting it fall off to the side on top of her discarded shorts. she tugs on the collar of your shirt, and immediately you took it off, also desperate to feel your best friend’s skin against yours.

“i always thought you were pretty, (y/n).” seeun says, her hands gliding along your back.

“i could say the same thing to you.” you said. you leaned back down, smiling briefly at your best friend before putting your lips on her neck, earning a soft moan. “is this okay?” you whispered against her skin. you only felt seeun nod before she leaned closer, clearly wanting you to continue, and so you do. you nipped and ran your tongue all over her neck until little red spots were blooming. perhaps you went overboard, but hearing seeun moan and softly call out your name as you did it just flipped a switch to your brain.

you couldn’t wait to touch her. to help her. to kiss her. tonight, she was yours. not to the little parts of chaeyoung that remained in her heart, but yours.

and you were going to make every single second of this worth it. for the both of you.

your lips trailed further down seeun’s body, quickly reaching her chest. you looked up at your best friend, searching for any sign of discomfort or uncertainty. there was none, so you proceeded with taking one of seeun’s boobs into your hand, gently squeezing it before wrapping your lips around the hard bud. while swirling your tongue around her nipple, your other hand slowly trailed down her stomach until you reached her panties, pulling it off without a problem and immediately cupping her dripping cunt.

“good job, (y/n)—ah…!” seeun buries her hands in your hair as you move on to her other nipple, giving it the same kind of care and attention as the other one. simultaneously, you pressed your fingers against seeun’s clit, circling it as well as teasing her entrance. “y-you’re not actually completely clueless, are you, baby?” seeun asks, her fingers threading your hair as you continue to pleasure her nipple. you opened your eyes, immediately meeting seeun’s very own soft ones. while you flicked her nipple with your tongue, you slowly inserted two fingers inside her, watching as she threw her head back in pleasure.

“g-good… good..!” seeun’s hold on your hair tightens, and it hurt a bit but you didn’t mind. you feel wrap one leg around your thighs, afraid that if she doesn’t lock you in, you would leave. but there was no way that was going to happen now—especially after you’ve felt just how warm she was inside. you pushed your fingers deeper inside her, rubbing her clit with your thumb in an attempt to soothe her but you didn’t know that it only sent her mind reeling.

you tilted her head, worry settling on your stomach when seeun clutches onto your shoulder a bit too tightly. “seeun?” you stopped your movements, pulling your fingers out and putting your hand on her abdomen to soothe her.

seeun glares at you, “don’t stop, (y/n).”

“i-i just thought—”

“fuck me. don’t think of anything else.”

seeun yanks on your hair and pulls your face up to hers, kissing you roughly. you kissed her back, your hand once again making its way down to her pussy. this time, you didn’t allow yourself to listen to the small voices in your mind that told you that something about all of this was so wrong. your best friend, seeun, was in a vulnerable place and even though she let you, you were taking advantage of it to satisfy your personal interests.

something was telling you to stop. to get yourself in the right state of mind. to tell your best friend that all the things she was doing to forget about chaeyoung, especially this, was wrong. but instead, you plunged your two fingers deep inside seeun, thrusting into her in a pace that made her swear, and moan so loud, and sob into your shoulder.

“ff-fuck…! fuck, (y/n)—more…” seeun wrapped her arms around your neck, completely burying her head hidden from view. you kissed her cheek before doing what she asked, increasing your speed even further and doing your hardest to hit all the right spots. every thrust, every lingering sensations on her clit, and every kiss filled seeun’s mind with only you. as much as it started to hurt now, seeun could only take what you were giving her—just so every remaining image of her ex-girlfriend completely disappears from her mind.

and perhaps that’s exactly what happened when you finally curled your fingers inside her and made her come all over your hand. you were pretty sure that you had multiple bleeding wounds on your back from the way seeun scratched you as she came undone, moaning your name and all.

you stared at seeun—she looked so fucking pretty all fucked out and sweaty. her chest heaved up and down, and she blinked the fatigue away because she knew that from the way you licked your fingers hungrily that you weren’t done with her. but that was all she wanted right now.

“all night, seeun,” you promised her. “if that’s what it’ll take you.”

and indeed, you fucked your best friend all night. seeun never once begged for you to stop. after every orgasm she had, she only asked for more until you knew she couldn’t come anymore. you were pretty sure that the sun had started rising up by the time seeun finally allowed herself to get some rest. you laid yourself down beside her, fixing up her hair as she slowly succumbed into sleep.

you talked yourself through your own worries since seeun wasn’t there to do so. consoling your own heart because you were so fucking terrified that everything wouldn’t be the same after all of this—after everything the two of you did this night.

you were prepared to face the worst when you woke up alone hours later. you expected to be cold, to feel empty inside but it was the exact opposite. when you opened your eyes, you felt warm and your heart was full.

maybe it was because of the fact that your blanket was placed carefully and perfectly so that it would cover your entire body from the cold. maybe it was because your room was illuminated by the beautiful sunlight streaming through your curtains.

or maybe because the first thing you saw after opening your eyes was seeun drying her hair with a towel after exiting your bathroom, looking at you and smiling and saying, “hey, sleepyhead.” ensuring you of the fact that absolutely nothing has changed, and will ever change between the two of you. 

you have never been more happy to willingly ‘make a mistake’.

[instant-delusions]

Could I please request a Kokushibo x F!Reader smut uwu. I’ve been craving him recently.

Imagine him having a human girlfriend, and she’s so tiny compared to him and he loves using that to his advantage. But with reader being tiny he feels like he has to protect at all costs. So maybe he’s into size difference uwu

I've been waiting for sb to request my pookie ���� tysm shawtybae

Give More Care Less.

kokushibo x f! reader

cw: smut (size difference, possessiveness, unprotected sex, dirty talk), established relationship. mdni.

requests open!

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smoke filled your lungs as you took another drag from kokushibo's kiseru, trying to figure out the pattern on the roof - waves maybe? or clouds?... you exhaled, trying to match the rhythm of your lover's breathing, who's stomach you laid on. his eyes were closed, but you knew he wasn't sleeping, mind probably somewhere in the past. "what're you thinking about?" you asked, trailing your finger along his bare waist, all the way down to the waistband of his hakama. a yellow pupil fixated on yours, while he started to lean on his side, looking down at you. "don't you worry about that, my dear." he whispered, tugging a stand of hair behind your ear. "I should rather ask, what you might be thinking about." kokushibo grabbed your hand on his waistband and guided it next to your head, as he started hovering above you.

"...'m not thinking about anything." you mumbled, averting his intense gaze. his huge body completely trapped you, the dominating, almost dangerous aura emitting from him making you shrink even more. cocking his head, he leaned down to your neck, placing a sloppy kiss there. after blowing on it, he whispered "no?" into your ear, pushing his thumb on your lower lip. "you're not thinking about my huge cock stretching your tiny pussy? filling you to the brim with my cum, hm?". his lips moved against the side of your mouth as he spoke, you squirmed as you felt heat starting to form between your legs. noticing that, kokushibo pressed his knee between your legs, rubbing it against your middle.

"answer me." he pecked your lips quickly, "say it." finally, you locked eyes with him, rocking against his leg for some friction. "I want...", you trailed off, smoothing over the dark red ends of his hair, "...you to fuck me." a handsome smirk graced his features - it's rare to see him display cocky, boyish behavior, but you love it everytime when it shines through. "good girl", he said and started to strip you off your yukata, putting it beside the futon for you to wear later. quickly, he disposed of his hakama and made his way between your spread legs. "so obedient..." he praised and leaned down, pressing his lips against yours, while rubbing your pussy with his long fingers, coating them in your wetness. three fingers suddenly entered you, stretching you to ease his size in better. you moaned into the kiss loudly, grabbing at his hand moving against your pussy. not even a second passed and he trapped both of them in one of his, pumping his fingers in quicker, while pressing his thumb on your clit, enjoying the nasty sounds emitting from your body. he drank in the sight of you trashing on the floor, head in the clouds because of some measly fingers - it's pathetic and he loves it.

feeling your walls clench around his fingers, he redacted them, tutting at you as if to tame you. "you're not cumming yet, (y/n)." your brain's already too mushy to respond in any way, so you arched your back off the futon to show him what you need. "use your words, my little lamb." kokushibo taunted, you whined in response, spreading your legs further. "what do you want, baby?", the head of his dripping cock pressed against your clit, you felt his heart beating through it, creating vibrations. at this point, you were practically drooling. "need your cock, kokushibo ... want it inside, please fuck me." hearing your broken plea, the upper moon didn't hesitate, pushing his huge head into your entrance. your mouth fell open in a silent scream, as your pussy gushed just from the insertion, he hasn't even started pushing in yet. saying it's a tight fit would be an understatement, you could feel him practically stretching your poor walls into oblivion. for him, it wasn't much easier, your pussy clamping down and sucking him in like a leech. addicted to the feeling, he pressed deeper, feeling the gummy of your cervix halfway through. disappointed not to be able to push deeper, he bullied his head against your cervix more, making your head spin and your thighs shake from the brutal treatment. wrapping his arms around your thighs, he placed your legs on his shoulders and started thrusting. you felt like his dick was all the way in your uterus, pussy clenching so hard it's making it hard to thrust for him. kokushibo placed a hand on your lower stomach, "I'll fill you up, baby." he thrusted without restraint, making your toes curl and your head swim, back of your thighs bruised at his pace. you could feel his hair flowing down your legs and moving with him. "you're not allowed to let my cum drip out, understand?". you nodded shakily, letting him use your body like a ragdoll. it's impossible to get used to his size, everytime he thrusts back in, you see stars forming in your vision. "look at you, making such a mess..." you could feel your wetness dripping down his balls that were smacking against your ass, you could feel the way you squirted when be pushed in, and the pool of pussy juices forming on the futon. an unbelievable heat started forming in your stomach that you didn't have time to register, you screamed your lungs out as you came with vigor, tears running down your face.

"fuck, fuck..." the demon chanted as he tried to bully his cock through your spasming pussy, the tightness getting to him quickly, "I'm cumming, (y/n)." with that, he pressed his dick in as far as he could and held your hips up, so your lower half levitated from the ground, making it impossible to escape. it started with little drops turning into spurts of cum, then, it was just a constant flow, going for a couple of minutes, filling you to the brim and beyond.

& you still want more.

[agentjazzy]

The Evil Dead Dashboard Simulator

🧍‍♂️ groovyhousewares Follow

YES I got my girlfriend a pretty pretty necklace from a gumball machine and when she sees it she's going to give me so so many kisses :)

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man, fuck tourists, I was heading to my spot when a car came up and honked at us, all friendly like, so me and buddy waved bc there wasn't anyone else there, but then they YELLED at us???? we were just walking?? wtf did we even DO

#i hope the bridge collapses i hope they all DIE #vent

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🎲 kingofstupidbitches Follow

unethical life pro tip: if you overhear your professor talking about their family cabin that they have, and they have open office hours posted, it's your RIGHT to go check that shit out

they're not gonna be there!! they have papers to grade and other shit to deal with!!! free cabin!!!

🌋 thehillsalsohaveanniceass 📛 Follow

op what are you going to do when you roll up and they're just sitting there

🎲 kingofstupidbitches Follow

lmao his ass is NOT going to be in that cabin 😂 he just got back from a vacation with his family or something (dipshit couldn't wait until break) he's supposed to be at his office and he does NOT have the vacation days to be leaving so soon

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🌹 pressedflowerpetals Follow

fml my older brother asked if I wanted to tag along on a trip to a cabin and I said sure bc it beats staying at home w/ dad

BUT IT'S A COUPLE TRIP

HE'S BRINGING HIS COWORKER/GIRLFRIEND THAT HE DOESN'T SHUT UP ABOUT, HIS FRIEND IS BRINGING HIS GIRLFRIEND, WHYYYY DID THEY INVITE ME

#if i knew i would've said no 😭 #he didn't even invite his Actual best friend #which SUCKS bc then we could've fooled around when no one was paying attention #huh who said that 😳 #cheryl posting

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haters will hear you scurrying underneath the bowels of your home and freak out like HELLO where else am I supposed to scurry????

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you ever feel like people Immediately forget your name upon meeting you :(

#i might be too high but i don't think any of these people know my full name #i mean I'm Definitely high #and tried moonshine for the first time #but like. really feeling like an outsider rn

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🎲 kingofstupidbitches Follow

it's so hard being the only chad amongst nerds, like, I GET IT, you're too much of a pussy to investigate the creepy fucking cellar, the LEAST you can do is let me listen to the tapes I found down there, they're cool as fuck

🎲 kingofstupidbitches Follow

okay and now they're all yelling at me bc a stupid tree broke a window right when the tape got good 😑

🎲 kingofstupidbitches Follow

fuck it, here's a recording of the tape, I hope none of you guys are cowards like all my friends apparently are, have fun bc I can't

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when someone plays your song you can feel that shit in your SOUL catch me coming towards you at 15mph awoken from my eternal slumber if I hear that first note fr

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🔍 peachycraftsection Follow

my boyfriend spent $14 in quarters attempting to get a magnifying glass necklace from one of those gumball machine toy capsules at work bc he knows I LOVE mysteries and detective stories and I need to [redacted] him in the [redacted] right NOW 💖💖💖

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🌹 pressedflowerpetals Follow

everyone's making out rn which is REAL inconvenient bc there is Absolutely Something Outside

🌹 pressedflowerpetals Follow

should I check it out

🌹 pressedflowerpetals Follow

there's no one online to tell me no so.....

📝 charcoalfingertips Follow

op you haven't posted in an hour are you okay???

🌹 pressedflowerpetals Follow

I'm Irrevocably Changed Now 👍

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I'm just a silly goofy guy if I happened to have killed and maimed and bite and stab that's just who I am and how I show love ^_^

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coyotes are SO right, if youre trapped somewhere or someone grabs ya, just bite your limb off, no hesitation, show superiority, it's not like THEY'RE gonna do it

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whhy is there so muchh blood everywhere........

#help #i accidentally kept my mouthh open and blood got in it :((((( #my head hurts sso bad bookcases kept falling on me

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heehee i love crawling through pipes and electrical outlets

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I logged onto Tumblr and wtf why am I following so many people with deadite in their username? is it a reference? did I miss a meme? are we mishapocolypse-ing again?

🌿 dirtissoyummy Follow

I think it might be a virus transmitted by bots but idk I'm too scared to interact

🤡 thespareshemp Follow

okay I investigated to see if it was a bot swarm or people having fun SO

for the first cluster of blogs, all their IPs are logging from the same location, which usually means a lazy bot swarm BUT I went through all their archives and most of them, before changing urls, interacted with one another naturally and stuff, @-ing one another and junk, and they seem to know each other irl

so it's just friends having fun!! and then people joining in on the fun!! feel free to reblog without fear!

#they're all still posting original content so that's kinda a giveaway #even though it's all 'deadite'fied and all #i wonder if theyre doing an arg thing

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≡ s.rintarou x f!reader

↳ If your boyfriend asked for a kiss through facetime would you accept or reject his advances? and what if he [redacted … ] ?

tw/cw: fluff. minor cursing. reader is called : girlfriend, my girl, baby, babe

✉ notes: this is a re-upload from my old blog (๑•ᴗ•๑) !! even if this is your second time reading, I hope you can still enjoy it again (( : 

“Kiss me,” Rintarou bluntly asked, his voice weak as if all his energy has been stripped to his bare bones, yet his eyes still blazed with desire.

“YN… kiss me, I’m miserable. About to die almost.” He bugged again.

“Rin, I can’t. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we’re on facetime, do you want me to kiss you through the screen? And plus, you’re fine… you’re always overreacting,” you smiled back.

“Rude. And yes you can, just give me a kiss, come on” he countered, eyes sleepy and face relaxed, where a fine line of exhaustion lingered just underneath his eyes as he puckered his lips close to his camera lens for you to kiss.

“Oh my god… do your teammates know you’re this clingy?” You giggled, rejecting his advances for a virtual kiss as you quickly took a screenshot.

“…. don’t you fucking dare YN… and no, they will never know because I’m not clingy. This is love, and you just rejected my love.”

“You’re not the only one with a secret album full of pics, Rin,” shaking your head as you rolled your eyes in playful annoyance, “gonna make this my lock screen, and no, I did not reject your love… I just don’t want to kiss you through the phone screen… it’s so… cringe.”

“You think I’m cringe? Never in my life have I heard that I was cringe… The fuck? I heard sexy, cool, mysterious but never cringe.”

“Well, there’s always a first Rin. I promise I’ll give you as many kisses as you want when you come back, just hang tight for a bit more, okay?”

“Whatever,” Rin muttered while looking away from his camera, his screen suddenly going black with muffled movements.

“Ah fuck.” You heard his quiet cursing, his grunts mixed with muffled background noises.

“Rin, you there?” You questioned thinking that the reception was going bad, feeling a threat of sadness piling up, a sudden tug of loneliness that you’ve been doing so well harboring in as you held onto your breath. You gripped your phone a tad bit harder hoping you wouldn’t have to end the call too early. And it didn’t help that he wasn’t much present these past couple of days because of his supposed hell week at camp.

“Yea, still here,” his voice sounded as if he was on the move or had to pick something up, only to immediately show his face again, “just got occupied with something.”

Letting go of your breath you quietly responded back, “Ah, I see… okay… that’s good.”

“Baby…” noticing the sudden change in your voice, “I know you miss me, I can’t seem to understand why you can’t just give me a fucking kiss…” With one of his eyebrows quirked up, his lips slightly forming a smirk as he saw your shy expression, “it’s a win win for the both of us, no?”

“No, if I do this once then you’ll keep asking me.”

“And what’s wrong with that?”

“Rin… are you serious?” Deadpanning at his oblivious response, “you ask me to take a selfie of myself at the most random times. And plus you’re always being dramatic if I don’t, saying you’ll die or whatever without it.”

“Mhm, so what?” Deadpanning as if he really didn’t understand, “It’s called love. I send you quite lovely pictures of myself, don’t I? It’s intimate, no?” His voice low and teasing, “Sexy I would rather say. I know lots of people that would want one for themselves.” His lips formed a lopsided handsome smile — the one that made your stomach churn, and your face to suddenly heat up in embarrassment.

“You’re so annoying…” You murmured under your breath.

“I know you saved them, pretty?” 

“Shut up, or I’ll end this call.”

“It’s cute when you get mad, you know?”

Without his usual asking for five more minutes of cuddling in bed that would turn into thirty minutes of more sleep, where the crook of your neck would be surrounded by an awfully clingy boyfriend and his steadfast breathing tickling your skin. His large feet trailing behind your smaller footsteps with his arms around your waists, his back craned as he followed your every move, your day felt empty — complete bare without him.

Without him being able to check in with his usual ‘miss yous,’ or ‘babe look at this’ or even his ever so often honest words of affection ‘I love you,’ you were sure that he was depleted of his energy when all he could do was spend a fraction of his time right before his curfew would end and just before you would start off your day.

Long distance was an absolute bitch.

Off season for Rintarou didn’t mean rest, it didn’t mean he would be granted more leisure time. It meant more training, it meant his body would be more sore, it meant more blood, sweat, and tears, it meant being away from you… Overall, off season meant it would be the worst couple of weeks or even months of his life, your life — an absolute hell.  

“How was practice today?” You asked, completely ignoring his question.

“Miserable.” His frank response was underlined with a hint of annoyance.

“Tired?” you asked the obvious.

“Yea, fucking exhausted. My body fucking hurts, can’t eat what I want, been up since the crack of dawn without any coffee, ran laps like a maniac, and even my own girlfriend won’t help me out, I’m doomed.”

“I love you though,” you responded back, slightly tilting your head as you tried to observe his moving background.

“I love you though,” he mimicked your voice.

“Rude, never mind, I hate you.”

“Wow, the world hates me, and you won’t give me a kiss, because you hate me too, damn… got my heart broken through facetime,” Rintarou muttered, his screen lagging as if he was outside, face closely zoomed in only in split moments were you able to catch his dark background.

“Are you outside?” You questioned, and you noticed his face freeze for a slight moment.

“Yea, heading back to my dorm, tryna sneak in some snacks.” 

“You’re not supposed to eat that, Rin… you’re gonna get in trouble again,” you corrected him, listening to his repeated steps make contact with the grainy cement.

“Shh… you’re being too loud, it’s hurting my ears, people are sleeping you know?” he joked as he tried to sway the conversation elsewhere, cocking his head as he focused on his screen, “is that my hoodie you’re wearing?”

“Whatever,” shaking your head, “and yes, I am.”

“Damn I thought I brought that one with me… but I guess some thief stole it from me, tch” shaking his head in disbelief.

“You love me,” you teased.

“You’re lucky that you’re cute.” He chuckled, his voice echoing through the line.

“Are you almost at your dorm?”

“Yea, in like a couple of minutes. Tryna to get some good sleep today,” his voice sounded hopeful as his steps came to a stop.

“How are you going to do that?”

“I don’t know baby, you tell me,” his voice teasing.

“Wha —” cutting you off, “Hey, babe?” Rintarou quietly asked.

“Yes?” You answered back, your eyes opening up a tad bit wider.

“You sure you don’t want to give me a kiss?” His voice was soft as he asked you the same question again.

“Rin… I’ll give it to you when you come back.”

Breaking the teasing banter, he softly asked, “You miss me?”

“Mhm,” Your eyes started to sting as tears slowly filled your ducts, immediately biting the side of your lips as you tried to contain your tears from falling… once again in remembrance of how much you actually loved this man, your other half, your better half, “a lot actually.”

“That’s all I needed to hear…” he puffed out his breath, “Hey, baby it’s almost curfew for me, so I need to head back in soon…”

“Already?”

“Mhm, yea already,” Rintaro softly answered.

“Okay…” Your voice lacking its usual vibrancy, gently nodding as you accepted that this would be your fate for the next couple of days, “you’ll call tomorrow again?”

“Don’t I always?”

“True… just feels so empty without you here, you know?”

“Fuckkkk I mean… you can always give me a kiss if you love me so much?” his shoulders shrugging, “just a suggestion, you know?”

“Good bye Rin.”

“Cute,” chuckling as his eyes glistened in the dark, “I’ll see you soon, baby.”

Beep.

“Wait wha —” the call suddenly ended, immediately checking to see if it actually disconnected or if there was a glitch, only to be met with the lonesome reflection of your face.

Dropping onto your bed, the cold surface of your sheets encapsulating your legs, your room suddenly felt too big and too barren without your 6’3” giant lingering beside you, attaching himself to you like a, not so small, baby koala.

“Huh…” letting out a big breath, “see you soon?”

Checking your calendar to recount the days that he was scheduled to come back home, “there’s still 9 more days left…”

Groaning at the realization that you would have to suffer through this misery for a little over a week, “Jerk, asking for kisses and shit,” grabbing hold of his pillow as you snuggled into it, your face planted into the plush as you took in his faint lingering scent, letting one tear trickle down your cheek, “but ending the call like that?”

Muttering into the pillow in annoyance, “I’m not going to give him anything even if he begs.”

“So annoy —” Knock. Knock.

Whipping your head up at the sudden sound, reaching for your phone as you quickly checked the time — too early for anyone to be knocking at your door at 6:43 am.

Swiftly making your way to the door, quietly stepping closer in as you looked through your peephole.

You gasped out, hastily opening up your door, “No way…”

Donning on a pair of his sweats and sweater, with the strap of his duffle bag wrapped securely around his sturdy chest, his hands in his pockets with half his face covered with a mask while the other half was covered by his hat. And despite being covered up from head to toe, you knew at the glint in his greenish yellow orbs who he was.

how could you mistake him for any other man?

“Rin? H- How are earth are you here?”

Immediately coming forth, shortening the distance between you both as he pulled down his mask to unveil his thin face and chiseled jaw, his upright nose, and his blushing cheeks, “before you get mad,” his hands reaching out to you, slightly trembling from either the morning chill or his nervousness, “come here,” his cold palms sending shivers up your spine, “it’s cold, and I’m fucking tired,” his soft lips trailing up your neck to both of your cheeks as he cupped your face, “and I missed my baby.”

“How… How are you here?” you asked again.

“Begged my ass off,” he muttered in between small kisses.

“What?” You tried pushing him away, only to fail as his arms tightly wrapped around you, “I was good at practice, ran extra laps, trained even harder for this, not sure if you can tell,” his soft chuckle tickled the valley of your neck as his lips ran past your skin, “but I lost weight from eating healthy, almost pulled a muscle or two to get here, so tell me I did a good job YN… and welcome me home, yea?”

It was hard to resist him. You missed him. You missed everything about him. You missed his scent. You missed the way he held you so perfectly. You missed waking up to his clingy self — almost impossible to shrug his heavy body off. You missed the way he brushed his fingers against the apples of your cheeks, as he looked endearingly into your eyes. You even missed the way you both would bicker and argue, only to end up forgiving each other through love.

“You have the key, you could’ve just opened the door,” you softly responded back with your face burrowed into his chest, your fingers gripping onto his sweater as everything felt surreal.

Noticing your anxious tendency, his hands wrapped around yours to prompt you to let go, that it’s okay, “Mhm, I know,” as he pulled your arms up to wrap them around his neck, “but it’s not romantic if I open up and barge in, no?” his large hands pulling you closer to his body — one stationed at your waist while the other caressed your heated face, “you probably would’ve beat the shit out of me thinking I was a burglar or something.”

“Yea, I would’ve hit you harder knowing it’s you, just because you deserve it,” lightly grumbling as you melted into his touch.

“You missed me?” His voice was close, his tone personal as he scanned your face and basked in your touch.

“no,” your eyes trailing down his face, stopping at his slender lips as his tongue slightly peaked out to wet his dry lips.

“you sure? I’m the best, no?” his smirk making your head fall empty as if you lost all control of your body, his gaze hypnotizing you into him.

“you’re actually the worst,” pushing yourself up on your tippy toes.

Planting a soft kiss on your forehead, chuckling as he gently massaged your ear lobe as his hand trailed down to the back of your neck, his lips teasingly close to yours, his minty breath tickling your skin, “so is it still cringe if I asked for a kiss now?”

© satorins™ — do not copy, plagiarize, repost, modify and/or translate my works.

[hadesisqueer]

I'm going to let my curiosity get the better of me and ask:

Why do you think your family always, or often, seem to start talking about your boobs? Are they... peculiar in some way or something?

AKDKDKS okay so it's more that we start talking about family resemblances? Or stuff like that. For example.

My aunt: Is that your sister's shirt?

Me: Yeah my sister and I have share a lot of each other's clothes and shoes since aside the fact that she's a bit taller than me, we have a very similar body type and have the same size in nearly everything.

My sister: Yeah the only things we couldn't share even if we wanted to are bras, because her boobs are twice as big.

Or maybe like.

Me: I'm always told that I look like my mom when she was young.

My aunt: I think you look more like your cousin [Redacted] when she was young. Same physique, and very busty just like her.

Or:

Me: Man my back hurts.

My cousin: I feel you, it's the boobs right?

Me: Yeah.

Or (the funniest for me considering how random it was):

My sister's gay bestie who's like another family member but that I hadn't seen in a good while, while we're both partying and he's drunk: Oh hey how are you it's been a while!You've gotten so pretty. And those boobs? Your boyfriend will be lucky lmao.

Me: Oh I'm a lesbian.

My sister's bestie: Oh you're gay too? Knew it, I told your sister when you were eleven. Your girlfriend will be lucky then lmao. Seriously, good to see you anyway byeeee gorgeous *kisses my cheeks and leaves*

Me: ????

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Lute: “Wait- your new name Vesper isn’t in DEFIANCE of your Morningstar hell family, but a MIRROR of it???”

Vesper Bill: (cocking the gun full of heavenly bullets that their uncle Pentious made for them)

Vesper Bill: “Always was.”

Vesper Bill: (shoots Lute’s halo off her head instead of killing her) (like mother like child)

XD this is so dumb i love

behold my version of the chaggie spear baby's full character profile!

NAME: (redacted)bil(redacted)s Morningstar -> Vesper Bill, one word, not ‘Vesper’ or ‘Bill, always ‘Vesper Bill’.

NATURE: Weapon-born demonic Exorcist angel. Mortal. Slow aging.

OCCUPATION: Overlord, supplier for Rosie’s Emporium and Carmilla Carmine’s weapons business, Exorcist slayer and rehabilitator, cowboy grim reaper cosplayer, garden weeder.     

TERRITORY: Hell’s first community garden.

THEIR “THING”: Soul savings accounts and debt forgiveness programs. Killing murderous Exorcists.   - Entrust your soul to them so you can’t be tempted / pressured into selling it to anyone else. They’ll give it back if you ask, but you do have to ask first, and they’re usually good at figuring out some other way of getting what you want.  - Checks in with other overlords to see which sinners owe stuff and pays the debt / kills / scares off the overlord if they can. Then gives an accidentally terrifying visit to the former indebted sinner so they can say their favorite line of: “I’m Vesper Bill, and yours is due…. Never. It’s been paid off. Congrats.” (hands over a flyer about their moms' Hazbin Hotel)   - Their less favorite line is when they only say the first part of the above, right before killing an Exorcist. All resulting bodies are sold to Rosie, the weapons to Carmilla, and the funds go towards the community garden.

RELATIONS: Their moms run a struggling hotel business, all the live-guests of which are their uncles/aunts/grandpa.

ENEMIES: Most of heaven and a good part of hell. Their full birth name. Flower pollen. Mint.

STRUGGLES: - “It’s not a phase, moms.” (about their goth cowboy theme) – (tips hat at a lady) (walks into car bc they weren’t watching where they were going) – (coughing and sneezing and voice often sounds rough and terrifying bc they have allergies but won’t stop weeding in the garden) - Having tiny stubby demon horns that won’t grow bigger (covers with hat) (hat was a gift and orinially came from Earth) – keeping their demon tail under control (hides it under their coat).

LOVES: - Their moms, the princess of hell and her former Exorcist angel girlfriend. - The hazbin hotel family crew. - Gardening. - Cowboy stuff. - Being annoying to heaven. - Women who could vaporize them physically or emotionally with a smile or a knife either way.

PROUDEST MOMENT: Successfully infiltrating heaven, tricking Lute with a pretend hatred of their moms, wrecking shit, getting a weapon’s upgrade from their uncle, and leading a handful of now former Exorcists back down to hell with them on the way out.

POWERS: - Angelic resilience. - Demonic strength. - Summoning or banishing anyone who’s soul they have in trust, from or to the place of their choice (within the Pride Ring) (mostly used as taxi service). - Skilled at cutting weeds and brush with a scythe. - Good dancer. - Responsible gun owner and operator. - Kids love them.    

Trivia: Got into their cowboy phase after a brief one-time visit to Earth where they played guardian angel for an actual cowgirl for a day. Thinks about her a lot. Ready to go be a nuisance to Heaven again if she ends up there and wants company- is also trying to grow her favorite flowers down here in Hell, just in case. (also puts on red cheek spots makeup everyday, bc they are Charlie's kid too and PROUD of it)

and that's it, that's my take on the chaggie spear baby idea thing, all grown up!

it's ridiculous. i had so much FUN with it

[landonorizzz]

SUMMARY: pierre is not the boyfriend of the year that everyone thought. his girlfriend is left to fend for herself, fourtunately she seems to have good people in her corner

PAIRING: pierre gasly x ex! fem! ferrari media team! oc , [redacted] x fem! ferrari media team! oc (no faceclaim)

WARNINGS: mentions of cheating, cursing

A/N: im finally after my exams, this is somehow AGAIN - twitter heavy, there's this one twitter thread that is so obvoiusly halfassed, please ignore it :))

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marcilazzaro1 a cheeky lil pitstop in heaven 🤠 see you in singapore

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madi_races what'd you mean pitstop?? i thought LA was the pitstop?

nyoomf1 is that... seb?

mickschumacher 👀

↳ marcilazzaro1 stop acting all mysterious, you were there too

↳ ilpredestinatox sorry what

redclerc is she in Switzerland???

↳ redmilton i mean, it looks like it?

↳ hammertime_1 but why tho

↳ redmilton her and sebastian are friends, it's not like she needs a permission to visit him

forzalec16 girll it's tuesday, aren't you supposed to be IN singapore already??

charles_leclerc still can't believe you didn't take me

↳ marcilazzaro1 yeah, it's not like you have a car to drive this weekend or something 🤔

ferra_ria who is she?? why is everyone so obsessed with her still? i thought she and pierre broke up?

↳ screwderriaf1 we've been obsessed way before she was with pierre. she's actually on ferrari's media team and she's friends with a lot of drivers

↳ shithappens skylar (blondecedes on twitter) actually has a thread on it if you want to learn more, it's her pinned post

↳ ferra_ria thanks! i'll check it out for sure

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marcilazzaro1 Singapore, you've been good - p1 and p4 for the team ;) Congratulations on your podium landonorris !

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charlie_sun did yuki take you to the restaurant?

↳ marcilazzaro1 yes! it was really lovely

yukitsunoda0511 we need to do this more often

↳marcilazzaro1 for sure! just name the time and place ;)

quickstappen yuki looks so cute!!

shithappens she's back in the paddock!! mother's back in the paddock

redmilton_ i like this new post aesthetic, very cinematic

↳ redclerc reputation era?? ↳ redmilton_ who knows, maybeeee

landonorris P2 babyy

lewishamilton It's good to see you back

↳ marcilazzaro1 feeling's mutual

barbiegirl i'd just like to know how could pierre fumble so badly, like dude, she's perdect basically

pierrespookie ugh, you're still here? i thought she quit.

nyoomf1 new lance content! hell yeah!

↳ strollingaway i didn't know they were friends??

↳ nyoomf1 same, looks like they started hanging out after her and pierre broke up 🤷 tbf i don't really care, i'm just happy we're getting the content

↳ strollingaway fair.

madi_races can't wait for the media content from this weekend, it's gonna be great i can feel it

↳ darth_nando it's gonna be elite, marci told me herself

carlando333 no carlos mention? 👀

↳ shithappens sorry, are you blind? he's literally in the pictures

↳ barbiegirl she's also not a carlos fan page, official ferrari account already congratulated him

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"Quali-tea Time with Sarah Scott (Redbull's secret weapon with Marceline)"

madi's radio: pt.3 is finally here, sorry for the long wait, 4th is already in the works so hopefully it'll be a shorter wait ;) i actually planned to put more into this part but,,, 30 pics limit.

(also, valentines coming up, i was thinking of doing short sepcials if i have the time, if i do, which drivers would you like to see?)

taglist: @sunny44 @rockyhayzkid @biancathecool @unluckyyoshi @woozarts @janeholt3

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DISCLAIMER: i do not know anything about this people, this is not real life, this is just something for fun, i do not know anythings about their life or personalities!

[cosmons]

Moth To A Flame — 03. Don’t jinx it (half-written)

You would’ve made a new friend had it not been the anxiety building up in your body causing the words of a compliment coming to a halt. ‘An idiot’ you thought, ‘I look like an idiot.’

This morning had gone by with you dreading, as you watch all your friends scatter around the school building. Minji had kissed you goodbye after dropping you off in front of your classroom, “it’s not like we all have different classes y/n your gonna see Hanni next period” she reassures, patting you back, “plus this is your opportunity to make new friends and tell them about how your girlfriend is running for student council.”

“Is that all you care about?”

“Of course not! I’m only joking silly” she laughs, “but seriously you’ll be fine. A little compliment aimed at the person next to you should do the trick at making a friend.”

“I guess I’ll just try that” you trail off, looking at the hallways emptying as students quickly slip into their classrooms, “alright I’ll see you later min go to class before you get your ass beat on the first day.” You peck her lips before ushering her toward the stairwell where her class was a floor above you.

The only person nearest to you was Danielle, who was a few classrooms down from you.

But being near wasn’t enough, you wished she was next to you so you could easily avoid a conversation with an unfamiliar face that would be too awkward for you to handle, since first conversations are always held with loads of overwhelming tension.

You were already facing the said girl next to you, who, by the way, hasn’t noticed your presence. With a mouth slowly a gape with words at the tip of your tongue and eyes that held nothing but a blank stare. Immediately you redact and return facing forward toward the teacher scribbling about classroom rules no one was gonna follow anyway, but to everyone’s dismay it’s important to talk about, to ‘keep the class in tact’ they say.

The monotonous voice your teacher had made you wonder if you were destined to fail English literature, his voice was enough to lull you to sleep.

You itched for an interaction from someone that’s wasn’t in his mid fifties talking about not being allowed to eat in class.

Nerves built up in your body, you were nervous about interacting with the girl next to you, the reason? It’s unknown.

A compliment shouldn’t be so nerve wracking to say, it’s just a small sentence starter that might blossom in a conversation if you keep persuading at it.

You aren’t out going but you also aren’t an introvert, you can handle and maintain conversations although you can’t seem to initiate one.

‘Come on y/n don’t be coward’

You push, or try to, push all the nerves and butterflies swarming in your stomach out the way, seemingly forcing words out your throat.

“Hey girl, what’s your name?” your words merely come in a whisper, “your frog ring is really cute, where’d you get it from?.” Immediately you cringe, wanting to back out before the latter could even reply.

Can a hole appear under my chair and swallow me already?

You bit your lip when the girl seemed to perk up at your words. It seemed like it took a good two minutes for the words to process into her head once she realizes you were talking to her, her gaze shifts onto you with a welcoming smile.

She faces you completely now, and that’s when you realize the hairs poking out of her hoodie wasn’t even orange, it was more red. Mentally, you face palm, ‘she’s not a ginger, I can’t even distinguish colors anymore’

“Its Kyujin and thank you” her smile stretches upon her lips, “Its a friendship ring with my two other friends, one of them has a mom who owns a jewelry shop down town so it was made there” She follows suit, fiddling with the green polished ring with little details displaying an animal on her slender finger.

Her voice was soft, and you were glad of her friendly aura, she seemed like quite the talker which automatically ceased any awkward bone in your body.

“What’s your name?” She adds, forgetting she hadn’t even asked, her face displays a small shade of red in embarrassment for forgetting.

This went unnoticed by you, “I’m y/n.” You reply smoothly, “I knew someone who’s mom owned a jewelry shop down town as well.” It was something you didn’t wanna bring up, due to the bittersweet memories that followed suit with it, but if you wanted a friend in a class where you knew nobody, you knew you had to speak up.

“What a coincidence” she chuckles, “maybe it’s the same person?”

Your heart drops at her words and you wave her off with your hands, “oh I doubt that.. the girl moved schools.”

You continue to watch her fiddle with the ring with curiosity filling your eyes, initials flash on one side of the ring and your eyes gaze upon three letters in black ink.

‘khe’ the ring read.

“My friend was actually supposed to move schools but she decided against it.” She looks at you, with a shrug, “something about the track team being worse over there compared to here.”

You furrow your eyebrows at her words, it shone a hint of familiarity to you, ‘do we know the same person?’ The thought crashes into your mind but you brush it off as a simple coincidence, like Kyujin had said. “Imagine it is the same person, how crazy would that be?”

“Very” she chuckles, “but I mean, does the name hae-”

“Class dismissed!” A booming sound from the man standing before you rings in your ears.

The bell sounds after and you look at her with a frown, how did time go by that quick? You could’ve sworn you just started the conversation five minutes ago. Had you wished the conversation continued you could’ve scored a new number in your contacts.

You swing your bag onto your shoulders, “sorry for the cut off Kyujin, but what was the name?” Tilting your head in curiosity.

She shakes her head, “Sorry y/n I would love to tell you about her and all but I really gotta go, my history class is in the fourth floor and I don’t wanna be late.” She jumps onto her feet, pacing toward the door, “I’ll see you around though!” She yells.

You blink and she’s gone, “that was quick” you mutter, if she had enough time to say all that she could’ve said that girls name. You walk out the classroom without a rush compared to Kyujin who just ran out, but you understood why and your next class was on the same floor your currently in, thank god.

Your stomach begins to churn at the conversation when you recall it, something about the initial on her ring and the name she was about to say was all too familiar, you had a gut feeling something was up.

‘The girls name starting with a H and her first three letters to her name is Hae.. am I assuming things right now?’ You wonder. Curse the time for cutting her sentence short, now you’ll only be focused on the name she was about to say, or more so, could’ve said.

It would be crazy if the girl she knew and was talking about was the same girl you once knew wouldn’t it?

You couldn’t seem to shake off the sudden unease you felt.

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a/n: guys mi cumpleaños is today lolol and this wasn’t that proof read (oops)

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[flashyourgreeneyesatme]

Paris - A miniseries Jamie Tartt x F/Reader

Hi, babies I was inspired to write this mini-series because honestly, I was looking for Jamie Tartt smut and couldn't find any I was desperate. Then saw this post by @yungbludz expressing exactly how I felt. So took matters into my own hands. This is one of 3 installments leading up to you guessed it smut! Jamie Tartt, baby girl I’m sorry for what I’m gonna put you through in this series. I love you I promise.

PARIS - CHAPTER 1 (DID YOU SEE THE PHOTOS?)

Warnings for this chapter: So many swear words I’m sorry I belong on a sailors ship with my mouth most of the time, Adultery!, honestly dickhead boyfriend, I DON’T THINK THE READER SHOULD BE FEELING THIS OKAY SHE’S BEEN MANIPULATED INTO FEELING THIS! Rugby players? The sun. The media. Jack Grealish (yep he gets his own warning), talking of sex. No use of name or y/n. *Iain Stirling impression* A relationship hits the rocks.

Context: Okay so the reader is currently dating Sebastian Love a fake rugby player I’ve made. Very much inspired by that episode of Ted Lasso where Keeley and Ted have that article scare. Also, any political stances are jokes. This chapter is really short sorry. Seb is a dick.

"What the fuck?!" Sebastian yells as he slams our front door open, okay mate we get it you're a rugby player but please don't break the only entrance to our home. This could be a reaction to a bad practice or something has gone down, either way, this will come back onto me and will not end pretty.

"You alright?" I ask as he storms into the room to stand directly facing me with only the crappy coffee-stained table separating us. Stupid question, regretted asking it almost instantly but words are said and you can't rewrite them just because later on you wish it'd been something different. His eyes are so big and bright right now and not in like the way they usually are, almost doll-like in nature little shimmer, no now there was no little shimmer, no light to be seen at all in those soulless eyes. 

"You tell me. Huh? Tell me all about your new little boyfriend." His fucking teammates I swear to god they know not to wind him up it will end badly and he’ll believe it. 

"What’s happened, Seb? Tell me. You can’t come in here yelling at me, accusing me of cheating so use your words. Who would I possibly be cheating on you with?” God, I sound a bit patronising, he is a grown man, not a child.

“Okay gonna play dumb then? Let me give you a hint. Footballer, messy hair, talks like a twat.” He counts these adjectives on his fingers. Oh, surely he’s not talking about.

“I ain’t fucking Jack Grealish!” Ain’t even met the man, he is on the list though, gotta thing for footballers who I’ll never have a chance with.

“Jamie Tartt,” I BEG YOUR PARDON? Oh god, he knows I don’t know how he knows but he knows that Jamie tried to kiss me 3 months ago. I’m gonna die alone this is him breaking it off, he’s only just moved in 2 weeks ago.

“I ain’t fucking him either! You need to stop listening to guys on your team y’know they’re doing it to wind you up.” 

“Explain this then.” He dramatically slams down a newspaper with the front page displaying the headline ‘SEBASTIAN'S LOVE NOW JAMIE’S TARTT’ This is the Sun. Aka one of the most biased shithole of a paper. I say these exact words to him. “Oh so you’re calling me stupid now are you?” I don’t like this. This isn’t a comfortable feeling. I want him to leave. “You gonna say anything bitch?”

“Get out.” My voice is barely above a whisper.

“What?” His voice is the polar opposite of mine, ear drum bursting, heartbreaking.

"I said get out. If you want to choose to believe this newspaper instead of your actual girlfriend then I choose to kick you out."

"But I live here." Hah, not for long.

"For like 2 weeks, you haven't even got to help out with rent yet so really you have no jurisdiction here" Big word for me. "So get out or I won't hesitate to call the sun up and say so much worse." I redact my comment earlier he is a child as he storms out with a pout on his face and a huff. "I'll drop your stuff off on Friday." A little wave goodbye and a door slam later and I am on the sofa shell shocked.

He was a dick. Like damn, I stayed with him for 2 and a half years and he's only just moved in? That was a red flag. I just feel stupid for delaying it this long and letting this be the final straw.

Tonight. Who needs a man when I can read porn and drink wine.

6 glasses of wine and a message from Jamie Tartt reading ‘Drinks tonight?’ later and well you’ll have to wait to hear the rest.

A/N:

Holy crap I did it, I know its short but this is just a buildup to the good shit. And what fanfic of mine would it be if it didn’t relate just the tiniest bit back to Taylor Swift. Well I hope to see you again when I update next which will hopefully be Friday! Glad you read. If you have any critics or stuff you think would be cool to add either comment of dm me I want as many minds on this as possible. 

AL

[that-one-random-writer]

Chasing you Chapter 2 {Complete}

Summary: Jake retires from the military honorably. He steps into a new roll, ready to settle down in his hometown of Texas. He is placed on your shift. Your current relationship is stable until the dust settles, revealing cracks in the foundation.

Warnings: Cursing, violence, police experiences based on truth, accurate on most accounts of law enforcement, it might get gory at times. Be aware of blood, drugs, and all things law enforcement. Smut eventually. A/N may have my true experience attached if you're interested. All real names redacted.

Chapter 1. Next chapter. Masterlist.

Seresin sat trying to zone out the rambling of Jordan. "I ain't going in that damn jail, yall are gonna have to drag my ass."

Kennedy grabbed his phone and called the jail sergeant. "Hey, we got a live one. Just be ready." He clicked the phone back off. Knowing the sergeant heard the man behind the glass between the front and back of the vehicle.

He pulled into the gate, and it closed as they parked. Kennedy stepped out and pulled the back door open. He and Seresin pulled the man out and dragged him into the slider doors. They put him against the wall, and a jail officer patted him down. They got him in a cell and closed the door. Jordan didn't struggle much besides screaming he wasn't going back, as he was, in fact, back in a jail cell.

"Jordan is back?" A female booking officer spoke to Kennedy.

"Yeah." Kennedy grabbed the paper and started filling out the information and charges. He pointed out the seresin the spots to fill. He handed him the paper and Jordan's ID. Then his phone started ringing.

"What'd you find?" Kennedy spoke. "Shit that much. Yeah, that's definitely Trafficking... and paraphernelia. Yeah, babe, I got it. I'll get that added. I'm getting Seresin to fill it out." He paused for the response. He chuckled. "Yeah, I got it. Dinner? Shit, you gotta buy that. We saved your ass. We will discuss it later. See ya."

Seresin filled out the paperwork, only asking a few questions from the booking officer.

Kennedy turned around, seeing the paperwork filled out, and the female officer leaned over the counter. "Wow, the navy. What was that like?"

"Well, you know it was easy for me. I've had some confirmed air to air kills. It's nothing, really." Kennedy scoffed at Seresin's smug grin.

"Come on," Kennedy put the booking sheet on the file and walked out the slider doors. Seresin nodded to the officer and walked out behind Kennedy. "I scored us dinner." Kennedy got in the driver's side.

He sat in his seat and dialed his phone, hitting the call button before starting to drive off.

"Hey!" You answered your phone and continued patrolling the area.

"Marilyn baby, have I told you your hair looks incredible today?" Kennedy spoke up through the speakers using your favorite nickname.

You rolled your eyes. He couldn't see it, but he just knew your reactions. "Where do you want to eat?"

"The place with the burgers that you love... Bucks..." Kennedy trailed. Turning down the road towards the zone he was posted at.

"You know I hate that place and the burgers." You turned your car around towards bucks already irratated at the whining Kennedy was about to do.

"You don't like Bucks?" Seresin spoke up before Kennedy got the chance to try to convince you.

Kennedy smirked. "Two against one. HA! Up top!" He held his hand out to Seresin, highfiving him.

You parked in a spot in front of Bucks. "Great, now I have two idiots to fight with." You grinned, laughing at the celebration of the pair. "I'm here, so you'd better hurry up. We dont have long."

Seresin laughed as the phone hung up. "Your girlfriend is buying?"

Kennedy chuckled. "Monroe? She's not my girlfriend. She's with some nine - to five office guy."

Seresin chuckled. "You say that like it's a bad thing. Are you jealous?" Watching the cars pass by. Then, he turned back to Kennedy.

Kennedy scoffed. "No, we're not like that. He's just boring. I've met him a few times, and it's worse every time I see him. The dudes got the personality of white bread."

"White bread..." Seresin laughed, repeating Kennedy's dig at your boyfriend.

They both pull up parking next to you. Seresin gets out trying to stop his laughter.

You all walk in, immediately getting a table and menus one of the few perks of being an officer in the south, people understanding the rush if a call comes in.

Seresin sits next to Kennedy in the booth. You take the other side.

"So how'd it go with Jordan?" You eyed the menu. Nothing peaking your interest.

"It was the usual. Just yelling and hitting the cell door. I'm sure booking already took him to a different cell. He is a maximum security inmate, especially when he is doped up, but my new companion here..." he placed a hand on seresins shoulder. "was flirting with one of the badge bunnies." Kennedy chuckled, lifting his hand back to the table.

"I was not flirting. I was being nice." Jake defended. He looked through the menu, tightening his brows together.

"I wouldn't mess with one of them if you like your dick clean." You spoke softly so no one around you could hear.

"Air to air kills? What did you do before this?" Kennedy remembered the things Seresin said to the officer.

"I was a naval aviator. I was the best of the best. I retired this year." Jake's chest lifted. He sat down his menu.

Your eyes flicked up, noticing Seresin's smirk. It was familiar, but you couldn't put your finger on it. You lifted your eyes to his as he was looking at Kennedy searching for the answer.

Kennedy looked over to see you staring intently. "I gotta join the military. I guess it gets all the ladies."

You looked over at him, scoffing, catching Seresin's attention. "As if. I just know him from somewhere." You directed your attention back to Seresin. "I don't know where, but I know you."

Seresin smirked. "I don't know. I've never seen you before. Maybe it was in your dreams."

"Smooth man." Kennedy laughed.

"Take some notes, Ken, honey. Maybe then you can finally get a real girlfriend." You bit back at him.

Kennedy held his heart. "Ouch."

Seresin laughed at the pair. "You'd better apologize to your woman. She's becoming the way I like 'em, feisty."

Your laugh carried across the table. "Sorry, Seresin. I'm in a very serious relationship. You'll have to find another fiesty woman."

Seresin met your eyes, leaning back comfortably. "I heard."

You leaned in slightly. "I wonder where you heard that from?" You looked Kennedy up and down.

Kennedy chuckled. "Nothing bad. He thought we were together."

You laughed, placing your hand over your mouth to keep the volume down. "You thought..." Your laugh stopped your words.

Kennedy laughed along with you. "Yeah, I told him that it wasn't like that. Then I told him about your boyfriend, who is just a real fun guy."

"He's practical. Good with money, takes care of me, the sex is decent." You defended.

Seresin lifted his brows. "Decent." He chuckles. "It's worse than what you told me." He glanced at Kennedy.

Kennedy shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, what about you, Seresin? What is the Mrs. Like?" You tried to direct the conversation away from your relationship.

"There is no Mrs. Seresin yet. I haven't found anyone worthy of carrying the name." He lifted his arm, his bicep flexing, as he rubbed the back of his head. "My name comes with some background. I can't just let a practical woman have it."

You rolled your eyes. "He's a good man."

"Yeah, I'm sure the settling is comforting." Seresin met your gaze.

You looked into his eyes knowing you've seen a pair just like them before.

[thechairanon]

"I'm getting writing ideas! I'll get back to you with something in a couple of hours" <- the voice of a mf who comes back with the product 17 hours later. But I do have it below the read more! @bookstackanon because you wanted to see :)

[Redacted] had just finished sanding the wood pieces for her new project when her doorbell rang.

She got up, brushed the wood shavings off her apron and pants, and sped over to her door to see who it was.

“(Removed)!” She exclaimed as she flung the door open. “And {Missing}! It’s so nice to see you again, it’s been too long! How are you?”

“Hey, Puppet Girl,” (Removed) said as he swooped his younger sister into a hug. “Are you still making chairs?”

“Oh, get off,” [Redacted] hissed as she wriggled out of her brother’s grasp. She brushed herself off again and turned to the other woman in the room to hug her. “Oh, how have you been?”

{Missing} smiled. “It’s nice to see you again as well. I’m excited to see what you’ve been working on! (Removed) has been too, he just won't admit it.”

“Don’t tell her that, she’ll start to think I actually like her,” (Removed) teased. “Are you excited for the family reunion?”

“Of course I’m excited. It’s the first reunion with {Missing}, and the whole family will be in my house by saturday. It’ll be nice to see everyone again.”

(Removed) ruffled [Redacted]’s hair. “Yeah, we just have to make sure Uncle --Unavailable-- doesn’t bring that freaky string puppet again. Oh, babe, did I ever tell you about how [Redacted] got her nickname?”

“Can you get out of my doorway before you tell your girlfriend about the time you traumatized me for life?” [Redacted] sighed.

“Traumatized?” {Missing} gasped. “You traumatized your sister?”>

(Removed) laughed and led his girlfriend into the living room, [Redacted] close behind them.

In the living room, {Missing} took a seat in a rocking chair, (Removed) sat on an older oak and [Removed] stood leaning in the doorway because there were no more seats left.

“Did you make this?” {Missing} asked as she settled into the cedar rocking chair. “It’s beautiful.”

[Redacted] smiled. “Aww, thank you! The rocking chairs are harder to make, so I don’t usually spend my time on them. The seat (Removed) is sitting in was made by our grandad.”

“Hello? Impatient boyfriend and older brother over here!” (Redacted) said.

“Go ahead,” [Redacted] said, inviting her brother to speak. “Tell your girlfriend about how horrible of a brother you are.”

“Alright, alright,” (Removed) rolled his eyes. “So get this, it was [Redacted]’s sixth birthday, right? Our weird uncle we only ever see for celebrations got her some creepy puppet looking thing he found at some antique shop.”

“It wasn’t a puppet, it was a marionette,” [Redacted] argued. “It had strings and joints and everything.”.

“Only someone named Puppet Girl would know the difference between a puppet and a mari- mar- whatever. The only reason he got the damn thing was because he saw it was double jointed like her.”

{Missing} cringed as she watched [Redacted] move her arms in ways they weren't supposed to go.

“Her knees are like that too,” (Removed) said. “But, uhh… yeah. [Redacted] was terrified of the thing. So I, the best big brother in the whole wide world, decided to move it next to her bed that night and make it look like it was watching her sleep. We woke up to her screaming her head off.”

“That’s horrible,” {Missing} gasped.

[Redacted] nodded. “Oh, absolutely. He told his friends the moment he could. Then his friends told their other friends, and that led to everyone I’ve ever known calling me “Puppet Girl”. The damn nickname has stuck for years. I mean, I’ve tried to get rid of it by taking up baking and solving mysteries and making chairs, but no! I get stuck with “Puppet Girl” for the rest of my life.”

“At least no one is calling you Chair Girl, right?” {Redacted} asked with a nervous giggle.

“Somehow, people just calling me “Chair” is better than Puppet Girl. And my stupid brother hasn’t made it up to me yet!”

“It’s been twenty-two years!” (Removed) objected. “And I have the perfect gift to make it up. I’ll go grab it.”

(Removed) got up and rushed out of the house. [Redacted] watched as he left.

“He doesn’t actually have a gift for me, does he?” She asked.

“No, no, he really does!” {Missing} answered. “He’s been telling me how much you love solving mysteries ever since he found them.”

“Found… what?”

{Missing} smiled. “I’ll let him tell you.”

(Removed) rushed back into the room and handed [Redacted] a cardboard box.

“I found these in the woods,” he said proudly, “thought you’d like to take a listen.”

[Redacted] sat down on the floor and lifted the lid off the box. In said box were an armful of tapes. There were… ten? Maybe fifteen? Tapes in total.

“Maybe you’ll solve a murder,” (Removed) said, grinning. “What do you think, Chair girl?”

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