#giiiirl let her live.

[maplesyrupsainz]

˖⁺｡˚⋆˙one of the girls | DR3 ˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: daniel ricciardo x northern english!reader y/n (she/her)

genre: social media au

warnings: none just fluff, pretty short too

summary: in which your new boyfriend is adopted into your friendship group as if he was one of the girls

a/n: this is saur funnie to me & lbr it's me & my bffs only wish in life to go for pints with daniel & this request inspired me af

request!!!: hiiiii can i pls req daniel ricciardo x northern english!reader pleaseeeee kiss kiss kiss

my masterlist

fc: various brunette girls from pinterest

messages ->

instagram ->

yourusername posted a story

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yourbff pints

friend1 pints

friend2 pints

danielricciardo pints?

yourusername YES PINTS

user1 PINTS!!!

user2 lol i love u y/n

user3 pints pints pints

yourusername

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yourusername self explanatory really

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user4 funniest wag tbh

user5 i wish i could go on a night out with them omg

user6 same omg my dream

maxverstappen1 i wasnt invited?

yourusername are you one of the girls, max?

maxverstappen1 im a man?

yourusername see there's ur first problem

user7 LOL he absolutely has no idea what she's on about whatsoever

user8 daniel dating a british girl is my fav thing ever

user9 literally especially a northern girl and not jus a rich girl from london 😭😭

user10 fr im obsessed with her she dgaf

user11 she is so jarring

user12 u jus dont get her tbh

danielricciardo woo hoo

yourusername lol i am obsessed with you.

user13 HAHAHA what? she's so me

yourbff BEER CIRCLE BEER CIRCLE

friend2 it's a heart ❤️!

danielricciardo beer heart. where have you been y/bff/n

yourbff sorry i was busy drinking the beer not analysing what shape it was in.

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yourbff beach day with the girls!!! and daniel

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user21 and daniel omg HAHA

user22 he's actually one of the girls omg i thought it was a joke...

landonorris my invite got lost?

yourusername YOU DONT DESERVE ONE

landonorris oh.

yourbff hahahahaha

danielricciardo sorry lando 🤐

user23 y/n & her one sided beef w lando is all of us

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user24 oh to be in this friend group

user25 not the weirdest f1 related friend group

yourusername love my girls!!! and my daniel

liked by yourbff, danielricciardo

friend2 hahahah we love him too! thts our girl

friend1 FR!!!!! one of us one of us

danielricciardo omg i've never felt so welcome in my life... #newhome

yourbff honorary brit ���🇧

yourusername 🥹🥹🥹

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user26 the giiiirls

user27 you & the girls again!

maxverstappen1 miss you babe

danielricciardo 😂 see you in aus soon i hope

landonorris are any of them single 👀

danielricciardo not for you, no

landonorris boo 👎

user28 such a cute lil family

user29 cant tell if im more jealous of daniel, y/n, or her friends

yourusername posted a story

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user30 stop it

user31 #1 wag forever and ever

user32 THIS IS TOO CUTE FOR A RANDOM THURSDAY MORNING

maxverstappen1 😍😍😍

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user33 FREE USSS

user34 jealous

yourbff pints pints pints tonight?

yourusername obviously

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danielricciardo

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danielricciardo my home 🇦🇺 away from home 🇬🇧

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user40 no beers in the photo dump 😮

user41 let me guess ur on photographer duty

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user42 the third pic ahhhh so cute

user43 oh to be ✨ them ✨

friend2 our fav aussie always!!!

danielricciardo im honoured truly

friend1 we never wanna leave

yourbff let's all live here woohoo

danielricciardo true. im down

yourusername YIPPPEEE

user44 ugh me when

landonorris i can make the next trip :)

danielricciardo oh where you going?

yourusername & who with? coz i know it isnt us

landonorris ...worth a try i guess

yourusername I LOVE YOU!!!

danielricciardo i love you my sweet girl

THE END 💙

[shadowkoo]

What Friends Are For

→ Summary: When your closest friend confides in you with something truly surprising, it's only natural to step in and offer your assistance, because that's what true friends do, right?

↠ vernon x f.reader | 2.8k words | 18+ ↠ genre: smut, best friends, friends to lovers, virgin/first time au

→ Warnings: explicit & unprotected sex, oral sex (male & female receiving), handjob, doggy, language, creampie, jealousy, teasing, slightly dominant!vernon, virgin!vernon, riding, breast play, nipple play, dirty talk, fingering, rough sex, deep dicking, hair pulling, begging, cum swallowing, deep throating

→ Author note: This is an updated version of an old fic of mine, I hope you enjoy it!!! If you’d like to read this on ao3 instead it’s been crossposted here! As always, all likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated <3

“You can’t be serious!” you burst out laughing, sharing a dumbfounded look with your best friend. You’re at his apartment and he just finished telling you the most ridiculous thing ever. You chuckle again while you continue to look for a movie to watch. “You are such a liar.”

“I’m dead serious, don’t laugh,” Vernon huffs, “You have no idea what it’s like having to pretend with the guys like I know what I’m talking about.”

“Oh please, I know you’ve watched porn before and I still don’t believe that you’ve never at least gotten a blowjob before.” He can’t be a virgin. And you seriously doubt he’s made it to twenty-five without ever having his knob slobbered on.

“Well, it’s true! So just let it go,” he barks. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

You look over to see if he’s just playing with you, he has to be. But you’re surprisingly shocked to see that he genuinely looks upset.

Realizing you hit a nerve, you apologize. “I’m sorry, I guess I just can’t believe it.” You click on a random movie to ease the awkwardness and decide to text your friends.

♡y/n♡: okie serious question, who wants to blow vern [7:50 pm]

♡cee♡: askjlasjdflkj !! [7:50 pm]

♡mal♡: giiiirl what are you on [7:50 pm]

♡y/n♡: he’s feeling down, someone’s gotta take one for the team [7:50 pm]

♡anna♡:: 👀 …. [7:51 pm]

♡anna♡: KIDDING [7:51 pm]

♡anna♡: but on a real note, why can’t you?? [7:51 pm]

♡y/n♡: ur joking right [7:51 pm]

♡cee♡: yeah you do it, i’m busy rn [7:51 pm]

♡cee♡: plus we all know he wants none of us [7:52 pm]

♡mal♡: lmao truuu [7:52pm]

♡y/n♡: what’s that supposed to mean?? [7:52 pm]

♡mal♡: idk why don’t u suck on ur boyfriend [7:52 pm]

♡mal♡: sorry i mean boy FRIEND [7:52 pm]

♡mal♡: major emphasis on the friend [7:52 pm]

♡y/n♡: i hate you guys [7:52 pm]

♡anna♡: no u don’t, now grow a pair of balls and play with his [7:52 pm]

♡y/n♡: OMG [7:53 pm]

♡cee♡: ur with him, aren’t you? sounds like the perfect time to do it [7:53 pm]

♡anna♡: and let us know after how it was 😏 and size, we’re all curious [7:53 pm]

You set your phone down intentionally upside down so Vernon can’t see the messages. At one point, you did have feelings for him but you pushed them aside in fear of ruining your friendship. How pathetic is that? Peeking over at him, you wonder if those feelings ever actually went away, or if you’ve been pretending this whole time.

He’s very attractive, that’s obvious. The last time you thought about your feelings for Vernon was about a year ago when he started dating this horrible girl. She was awful, but he was trapped under her spell and it drove you two apart. Back then, you thought that it was for the best since you wouldn’t have had the courage to tell him to break up with her and date you instead.

They dated for almost 6 months, and when they broke up Vernon was devastated. It didn’t take long for your friendship to go back to normal after their time apart, so that’s why you didn’t want to take any chances now.

Those 6 months without him were miserable and you didn’t want to live without Vernon in your life again. He was too special to you to let something as silly as old feelings come between your friendship. You don’t want to mess it up.

But on the other hand, you’ve heard friendships often create the best relationships. Would yours?

Vernon cares for you, that’s a given. But how far does it go? Sure, you two pretty much act like you’re in a relationship, but you haven’t kissed. Other than that one time when you brought drunk Vernon home… but that didn’t count because he was trashed at the time and didn’t remember it, or so you told yourself.

If you are ever going to make a move, now is the time. Do you really want to lose another chance that the universe is obviously lining you up for? Why else would he bring up the fact that he’s never had a blowjob unless he secretly wants you to give him one? Does he want more than a blowjob? Does he want you to…take his virginity?

You force yourself to quit overthinking and muster up enough courage to ask, “Vern?”

“Hmm?” he responds. He’s so caught up in the movie you’re watching that he doesn’t seem to notice you sit up and scoot closer to him. Your hands are shaking but you aren’t going to let that stop you.

‘God, what am I doing? This is so embarrassing…’

“Can I…” You mumble nervously, not being able to finish the sentence.

“Can you what?” He asks back, still not really registering what you are about to say.

’Well,’ you think to yourself, ’It’s now or never.’

You move off the couch to kneel in front of him and rest a hand on his thigh, commanding his attention away from the TV screen.

“Please, let me.”

It takes Vernon less than a second to understand exactly what you’re asking and he has no idea how to respond.

If he’s being honest, he’s always had a thing for you. Though he’s never had the guts to make a move or even admit it to you.

He swallows nervously as his length inevitably twitches in his pants. “You’re joking right?” ‘She can’t be serious. There’s no way. This had to be some kind of sick joke. But you don’t look like you were joking. In fact, you look like you’re pleading. Holy shit…’

“Not at all. I mean, we’re friends, right? Friends help each other,” you say while sliding your hands up to the button of his jeans. His eyes follow your movements as you unzip his pants and reach a hand in.

“You really don’t have to. Mingyu’s having a party and I’ll find someone and get laid this week-” his words are lost in his mouth as you wrap your small hand around his rather growing member.

“Why would you want a stranger to do it when you could have me? That’s what friends are for, silly.” You’re trying your damn hardest to make it sound like you’re doing him a favor as a friend and not doing this out of your own desire, your own need to touch him - to taste him. It’s your safety net in case he says no. In case this ends badly. However, you aren’t so sure that’s the message you’re sending since you’re quickly pulling his pants down his thighs.

You look up at him and run a finger over his tip before bringing him into your mouth for a taste. “Before I continue, I need to hear you say that you’re alright with it. Tell me that you want my mouth on your cock,” you demand playfully while your hands stroke his length.

Vernon is at war with himself. Should he give in to his desire of wanting you? Or should he pull back, laugh this off, and forget about this? How the hell is he supposed to forget about this? To forget the look of you on your knees asking to suck him off? There’s no way. It’s impossible.

“Fuck,” Vernon rubs a hand over his face and you freeze in fear of what he’s going to say. “Babe, you can do whatever you want to me. Fuck.”

Without hesitating a second longer, you lean down to take him in between your lips. His girth stretches your mouth in the most wonderful way, and you’re unable to control the moan that escapes from your parted lips. God, you aren’t even embarrassed. You lift your eyes up to watch him, his mouth ever so slightly opens and his tongue drifts out to lick his lips.

Vernon is lost. Is he supposed to hold your hair? Is he just supposed to sit here and watch? Should he be praising you right now? He has absolutely no idea. All he knows is that what you’re doing with your mouth is driving him crazy. “Oh my god, this is what I’ve been missing out on? This whole time?” Vernon leans his head back in pleasure. “Fuck,” he gasps, “I have a lot to catch up on.”

Hearing his words gives you more courage, and you relentlessly bob your head on his length, making sure to have just enough suction while doing so.

You pull back for air and let your hands tug on him while you kiss his tip, listening happily to his husky groans. Honestly, this is the best part of giving a blowjob. Knowing that you can make a guy, let alone Vernon, feel this good. You feel him twitch in your mouth and moan in pleasure. Drool is running onto your hands at this point, proof of how much you like his taste.

Vernon smirks, “I don’t know who’s enjoying this more. You,” he quickly inhales as you shove your mouth further down onto his length, “Or me.”

You slowly pull your mouth off of him, watching his face twist as you tease the underside of his tip with your tongue. “I don’t know, the look on your face tells me that you’re enjoying this a lot,” you taunt.

His legs quiver as his length once again finds the back of your throat, your hands massaging his balls. It’s too much. He has to cum, he can’t wait.

Wanting to help him out, you hum and instantly feel the sticky liquid running down your throat. Your hunger grows listening to Vernon call out your name, his hand pulling at the hair by your neck.

He watches in wonder while you swallow him, licking some of his seed off his length when you release him from your mouth. You lift a finger to rub the remaining cum around his tip, “You came.” Vernon shudders while you tease his sensitive member.

“Shit, Y/N,” he whimpers, “I couldn’t hold it any longer; not when you were doing that last thing.”

“I hope you’re not tired because I am so not done with you yet,” you whisper. You had a taste of him, and now you want more. You want all of him, and you don’t want to wait another second.

The lingering salty aftertaste in your mouth is washed away by Vernon's kiss as he pulls you up onto his lap. He lifts your shirt up and off of you, barely breaking contact with your lips in the process, before he takes off his own in the same manner.

Your hands rub along his chest, feeling his muscles tighten and relax as your touch moves along his silky skin. His head dips down to catch one of your breasts in his mouth. You roll your head back as his tongue plays with your hardening nub, a gasp leaving you when his teeth graze your nipple.

Your head snaps up when he pulls away from you.

He chuckles, “Relax, it’s time for me to return the favor.” He leaves a wet kiss on your other breast and moves down to nibble on the inner part of your thighs. After what feels like years, his hands reach for the waistband of your shorts and pull them and your panties off of you.

His tongue protrudes out and licks your center before moving closer to your clit, which he circles and sucks on gently at first. His mouth on your heat pulls moan after moan out of you, and you involuntarily take a fistful of his blonde locks when his tongue enters you repeatedly.

Vernon pulls back all out of breath and his cheeks glistening. God, it’s such a turn on to see him like that, his face damp with your cum. He reaches for you at the same time you grab for him. His lips crash against yours, your tongues twisting with each other.

Vernon slides a hand back down between your naked bodies and rubs your sensitive clit, making your back arch in pleasure. You moan into his mouth which he gladly swallows before sliding two fingers into your dripping heat, bringing you right back to where you just were. Only this time, your juices cover his long fingers instead of his face.

Just as you finish riding out your amazing orgasm, Vernon starts to sit up. Although, your hands are wrapped around his neck so he doesn’t make it that far. You pull him back down onto you, which he isn’t ready for. His knee falls next to yours, his other foot landing on the floor, causing his length to rub right up against your wet heat.

You both gasp at the contact, but it isn’t enough for you. Your hand moves to grip his member and bring him further between your lower lips, your hips moving along with his - until he hesitates, his eyes full of worry…

Vernon bites his bottom lip as you ask, “What is it?”

“I don’t know if we should go any further. I don’t have protection,” he explains.

“Oh Vernon, I don’t care. I need to feel you.” You kiss him again. “I’m on birth control anyway. I need you inside me,” you finish before gripping his hair to pull him closer to you. “Fuck me, Vernon. Fuck me hard, please,” you beg, “It’s all I’ve dreamt about. I need your thick cock stretching me out. Please, Vernon,”

Vernon almost dies hearing you say that. Shit, he’s dreamt about this moment too, and watching you beg him to fuck you like that made his length twitch with excitement. There is no way in hell he’s going to say no to you after hearing that. He leans in to kiss you hard before dipping his tip into your dewy folds. He’s being too gentle for your liking, typical Vernon behavior, so you push him to sit up and lean against the back of the couch, yourself following, and slide the rest of the way down onto him.

It takes you a moment to collect yourself before rolling your hips into his. Once you’re ready, you anchor yourself by holding onto his shoulders and he lifts his hips up to meet your delicious pace.

Your arousal soaks his member as he slides deep inside you. It’s a perfect fit, he hit all the right places and has you squirming in his arms.

“Oh my god, Vernon!” you whine, gyrating your hips to bring some relief to your aching bundle of nerves. Sweat covers both of your bodies as you fuck each other. The pleasure is almost unbearable; your insides scream for release.

As if he knows exactly what you want, Vernon flips you over and squeezes your ass cheeks before he enters you from behind. You push your face into the throw pillow below your head and grip the sofa’s arm for dear life.

“Oh god, don’t s-stop,” you drag out while he ferociously pounds into you. Vernon groans and hovers over top of you. His hand wraps around your neck and pulls your back against him.

This new angle has you shivering and Vernon can tell that you’re close again. His other hand wraps around your waist, pulling you down onto him harder. The sound of your arousal echoes through his living room, your breaths combining with the creaks of his couch.

You feel Vernon stiffen inside you, he’s close. “Cum in me. I want to feel you cum in me,” you sigh, begging for him to do so.

Vernon grits his teeth, there’s nothing he wants more than to fill you up with his cum right this second. Your legs clench as you tip over the edge. The climax hits you both instantaneously and sends you spiraling.

“Oh my god, oh god!” you cry out. Wave after wave of pleasure passes through your limp body. Thankfully Vernon is still holding onto you or you would have fallen off the couch. Resting against him, your breathing matches his.

His delicate touch leaves goosebumps along your body where his fingers trace. Everywhere tingles. You can’t remember the last time that you came this hard. It’s earth-shattering, exhausting, and yet you feel totally full of new energy at the same time.

Vernon’s cum starts leaking out of your folds, it’s a strange feeling. This is the first time you let someone cum in you and it felt oddly satisfying. Vernon reaches over to the coffee table and grabs a tissue to clean you up with before laying back down on the couch, bringing you on top of him.

“Jesus,” He pants, still completely out of breath, “Where the fuck did that come from.”

“I don’t know but I’ll be needing more of that when I wake up,” you moan, your eyelids feeling awfully heavy. Vernon’s chest vibrates, laughing at your response. He puts an arm around your waist as he whispers, “Thank you, for… well you know. That.”

“Mmm, no problem.” You turn your head over to look up at him and smile devilishly, “That’s what friends are for, remember?”

©shadowkoo 2023. All rights reserved.

[redbullgirly]

hi i saw your requests are open!! i was wondering if you could write a lance x indian!famous!fem reader where shes an actress and shes always getting shipped with other indian actors and she decided to hard launch her and lances wedding. fc - janhvi kapoor

thank you 💗

THE WEDDING [LS18 smau]

Lance Stroll x indian!famous!reader

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Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is a loved celebrity and her fans often speculate about her dating life, shipping her with other Indian actors and men. But what if, one day, she decides to hard launch her wedding with someone as unexpected as Formula One driver, Lance Stroll?

Warnings: I don't know many things about famous Indian actors, movies or series, and same goes for Indian culture. If you find any errors in this matter, please let me know! :)

Author's Note: Hi Anon, thank you for this request. I have to say it was probably the hardest social media au I have ever done, because I don't know basically anything about Indian movies, celebrities, actors and everything else... I found some random actors, but if some of you know them and I didn't portray them correctly, sorry about that! Though I hope you and everyone else will like it and enjoy it. Also thanks for the face claim, it helped me orient at least a little bit.

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user1 step on me. i beg

user2 Loveee💜🔥

shahidkapoor Always need time for love!💕😁

user3 i'm sensing something here 👀

user4 Wow okay Shahid... are you hinting something??

user5 always time for love you say😏

user6 PLEASE YOU AND Y/N WOULD BE THE PERFECT COUPLE

user7 Guys he's literally happily married. Calm down 🙄

user8 well he can dump her ass and marry y/n instead lol

user9 Y/N & Shahid nation STAND UP he commented😍😍

user10 So elegant so beautiful just looking like a wow 😳

user11 dream girl with dream life

user12 I don't like the Shahid and Y/N shippers in this comment section... c'mmon guys it's not gonna happen you can chill

user13 exactly if she's dating someone then it's obviously ishaankhatter 🤭

user14 giiiirl tagging him is WILD😭 but same tbh, I also think they'd be better couple🤷‍♀️

user15 naaaaah y/n and shahid 4ever

ranveersingh 💜🖤

user16 OMGGG

user17 he's here. I repeat: THE KING ARRIVED🗣🗣🗣

user18 ohhh I kinda see the potential of y/n and him being the IT couple😻

user7 Why the hell do you keep shipping this poor woman with older married dudes? Stop!

user19 jesus user7 let us live we do it just for fun🖕

user20 Idk about you guys but I don't do it just for fun... I live for this😂

user21 yeah same user20

user22 Can we talk about the fact he used the black heart he often uses in his captions plus the purple heart that Y/N just used in her caption?? Like hello? This has to mean something!!

user23 omg right? they're definitely hinting something🤨

user24 Hear me out, I'm Y/N's fan and ship her with multiple actors... but now you're being delusional, it's literally an emoji xd

user23 nah user22 convinced me there has to be something more to it🫡

user24 Perfect💯 wife material

harnaazsandhu_03 Need your makeup tutorial asap!✨🔥

user25 ME TOO PLS

user26 guysss what if she's trying to hint she was on a date or sm??!!!

user27 THAT'S WHAT I'M SAYING!!! Sry but the rose filled tub looks like it can fit two 🫢

user28 who do you think it is then?

user29 Pls Shadid Kapoor🫣

user30 I'm actually praying it's Ishaan rn🙏🙏🙏

user23 and i'm a new member of y/n and raveer singh nation... like imagine the matching outfits they'd slay together😩

user31 Unpopular opinion but I see Y/N with Varun dhawan

user33 yeah real unpopular 'cause he just announced he's engaged like two weeks ago girly 💀

user34 youu>>>>>>>>>

user35 Medical science has really reached another level with your plastic operations🥴

user36 stfu

dior 🤩💜

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user37 help not liking dior comment being y/n's only interaction under this whole post

user38 Poor her she probably doesn't want to have even more dating rumors going around because of replying to someone's comment...😕

user39 lmao don't make her into some tortured soul, she's probably just too busy XD

user40 your photos are so aesthetic🥰

user41 I WANT HER TO FINALLY DATE SOMEONE SO BAAAD

twitter & messages between Y/N and Lance

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user1 Absolutely gorgeous 😍

user2 omg guys she used the black heart!!!

user3 No way, that literally has to be a sign🫢

user4 wait im so confused... what is happening?

user5 It's about Ranveer Singh using the black heart emoji in his captions pretty often, commenting it under her last post and now her having it in her own caption

user4 wtf? you ranveer girlies are CRAZY 😭

user5 stfu user4 they're meant to be together🥰🥰

priyankachopra Beautiful girl!❤️🙏

yourusername thx!!

user6 y/n finally replied to someone's comment🫣

user7 Noooo why is it Priyanka Chopra??! Reply to Shahid or someone you're dating😓

user8 guys let her live... this is exactly why she isn't replying to anyone

user9 TWO QUEENS INTERACTING 😻

user10 Absolute Stunner 🖤🖤🖤🖤

vogueindia Our pleasure collaborating with you!🫶

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user11 even vogue is Y/N's fan😌

user12 Why are some f1 drivers in this woman's likes???🤨

user13 'cause she's famous lol

user14 Lance and others are always in Y/N's likes, I guess they know each other from some event or maybe they like Indian movies she's been in... idk, the world can be really small XD

user12 It's still kinda suspicious🧐

user13 naaah it really is not

user14 tasteful🌹

therajakumari Icon

user15 we love women supporting women

varundvn Didn't see you for a while and suddenly you're dressed in black... any more surprises coming? 🤔🖤🤍

user16 WHAT DO YOU KNOW VARUN

yourusername hmmm let me think 🤔

user17 I can't believe my eyes... did Y/N just reply to a man in her comments?😨

user18 OMGGGG

user19 no but what does it meeaaaannn?!

user20 This is a good day to be Varun and Y/N shipper🤭

user21 the emojis HELLO

user22 nothing will ever convince me they aren't secretly in love and dating 🥰

user23 Ehm... he literally has a fiancé?

user22 and what? maybe she's just a cover for him and y/n 😉

user24 I wanna be heeer

user25 I wanna be WITH her

voguemagazine 📸📸📸

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user26 Bohot sundar 😍 [Very beautiful 😍]

messages between Y/N, Varun Dhawan, Shahid Kapoor, Ranveer Singh and Ishaan Khatter

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lance_stroll replied to your story: Can't wait to see my beautiful bride! ❤️

yourusername ohhh baby i'm so excited and nervous for tomorrow 😭🥰

lance_stroll Me too... but as long as we have each other, it's going to be okay

yourusername ofc lance 🫶

lance_stroll And if you change your mind about going public, just let know, okay sweetheart?

yourusername thank you, but i won't

yourusername it's time for the world to see my man 😘

lance_stroll ❤️

user1 replied to your story: y/nnnn what's happening

user2 replied to your story: I'm praying for you & Shahid rn 🙏

user3 replied to your story: Girlie isn't that the song you once said you want to play at your wedding???🫣

user4 replied to your story: So pretty

user5 replied to your story: 😍

varundvn replied to your story: Let's go! 🔥

yourusername are you srsly trying to hype up rn? 😭

varundvn ... Is it working?

yourusername ...maybe

varundvn Then let's go you're going to smash it in the wedding dress!🔥

yourusername u have no idea how much i'm glad crazy people ship us 'cause we got to meet thx to that 😭

user6 replied to your story: Bf reveal!!!!

user7 replied to your story: pls tell me you're finally going to announce you're dating one of your co-stars

user8 replied to your story: HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FALL ASLEEP TODAY KNOWING TOMORROW IS HAPPENING SOMETHING BIG😩

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user1 I did NOT expect that

ranveersingh Congratulations to my favourite couple! Memorable day and beautiful ceremony.

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user2 my heart is breaking rn💔

user3 OMG RANVEER WAS THERE?!!

user4 i feel stupid for shipping him w y/n 😃

user5 But can we talk about how sweet it is he attended her wedding???🥺

user6 nooooo my favourite ship

user7 I guess at least they're close enough to go to each other's wedding 🫠

user8 this was definitely not on my 2024 bingo card

fernandoalo_oficial my first indian wedding but definitely not the last 🤪

lance_stroll Already planning on changing us for someone else?

fernandoalo_oficial no, but you can have like a golden wedding in twenty years 😄

yourusername you'll be definitely invited

user9 never in my life did i imagine fernando alonso and y/n y/l/n interacting with each other

user10 RIGHT? it still feels like a fever dream😭

user11 the wedding looks so beautiful!🥹🫶

shahidkapoor Forever & Always

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user12 that was supposed to be your wedding to Y/N dude

user13 MY FAVOURITE SHIP IS IN RUINS

user14 rip shahid and y/n girlies... 💔🥲

user15 Guys, let him be. He is married and so is Y/N now. It's actually sweet that he wishes them well.

user16 QUEEN😻

user17 who's here from f1 fandom ⬇️

user18 me and i can't believe lance stroll pulled some hot famous indian actress

user19 yeah, today has been crazy... 🤠

user20 I just saw one of her films and damn it's actually good xd

user21 how did we know NOTHING about lance being in a relationship???

user22 Idk I was just so shocked when I saw this post lol

user23 the twitter detectives got played this time😭

user24 No but why do I kinda understand why Y/N and Lance fit together perfectly-

user25 WE SEE THE VISION SIS

varundvn We can't send each other funny theories about our secret relationship anymore... 😓

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varundvn Anyway, congratulation so much! I bet I was the best bridesmaid you ever saw! 🫶

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user26 LOL not him being at the wedding as well 😃

user27 Why are all the men she was shipped with coming into these comments dropping hints about being besties and going to the wedding?!

user28 guys they were making fun of us the whole time🙃

user29 THEM SEDING EACH OTHER THEORIES HELP

f1 We hope to see Y/N in the paddock next season!🤩

user30 she will slay

user31 she will eat

user32 If we get Y/N in the paddock, maybe I can get over my favorite ships being turned into dust🫢

user33 I'M DEAD

isahernaez Dreamy wedding 🎀🤍

yourusername dreamy girl right here 😻

user34 i mean... congrats, but what the hell-?!!

user35 🥰🥳

user36 THIS IS MY ROMAN EMPIRE

THE END

Author's Note: Thank you for reading this social media au! I hope you liked it and I'll appreciate likes, comments, reblogs, follows and every other way of support. If you want to send requests for either social media au or normal written fanfiction, don't be shy. Have a great day!

[findingtheperfectcharacter]

Homestuck posting

I should be asleep… Instead I noticed something

On today’s game of “Symbolism?????” Dave’s glasses are damn important for his character, it’s early but like, the obvious read is that John (and Rose and Jade of course but he’s the one who gifted them in this case so he’s the relevant one.) helped him sort of gain a sense of individuality and self outside of Bro. The fact that they’re still shades lets him still hide a piece of himself specifically behind the curtain of irony…

Dirk is uhhhhhh… Different. Like, his sunglasses are where Lil Hal lives. Something something Prince of Heart- like- Dirk really walks around with a mask of his own face and does not know what his skin looks like beneath it.

Terezi… Doesn’t read as someone putting on a facade until pretty late in the game. Not to me at least, I could very easily be missing stuff. Like when I say, ‘I have a lot of things to say about Terezi and like her a lot’ The flaws would be related to her fucked sense of justice and going too far when messing around with people for shits and giggles… She definitely doesn’t read as Dirk-like.

Latula does have Strider-isms… Actually yeah I could see her Cool Girl thing being comparable to Dave’s Cool Kid thing. *Insert poorly photoshopped radical skateboarder to look like Latula that Roxy made and was like ‘dis u cool guuuurl ;P *giiiirl’*

I still feel like I’m missing something re the glasses symbolism… Multiple things really. Maybe I’ll find it later.

[pdaliceliveblogs]

“Oh, Eda, have I told you how rad your fang looks today?

“Whatever it is, no.”

“And your hair is, like, giiiirl--”

“I’m not teaching you magic tonight, I’m sleeping. I’m a sleepy little owl.”

1) Eda how dare you be so adorable

2) Luz I understand your enthusiasm but let the woman get her sleep

3) why are you sleeping on the sofa in the living room? Why is your changing screen with your bra draped over it in the living room????

[leyyvi]

LEY HONEY!!! I’ve been putting off sending something for some hours now cause every time I think of something, I see someone else asked it or mentioned it and my questions are answered aisknfjd BUT NEVERTHELESS I HAVE SOME THINGS I WANNA SAY

1. I wanna thank you for making this sugar daddy Levi as he now just haunts my mind 24/7 alongside Liv’s percolate Levi and have combined together when I think about my fwb who reminds me so much of Levi to begin with?? like this is all my stupid little mind can think about and both of you spoon feed it repeatedly and it doesn’t help that this little fwb of mine decided he wanted to give a relationship a try because it’s me ?? LIKE SOME OF THE THINGS HE SAYS I SAEAR IVE READ THEM IN BOTH OF YALLS FICS AND I CANT HELP BIT THINK “does he read them too? or does he listen to me so well when I talk to him about these fics because he actually cares??” OTS UNHEALTHY HOW MY THOUGHTS ARE JUMBLED UP AT THE MOMENT BECAUSE OF THIS (sorry for this little rant, I had to get it out)

2. Now for the good part, HOLY SHIT LEy the TALKING OF THE TOYS ??? If you do one of those where he has full control of it and they’re somewhere like say the event that he was going to ask her to join him to (was it a ball of sorts?? I already forgot!!) but I’m just thinking of them doing this there and him watching her lose her mind while she’s trying to manage a conversation with maybe Erwin or even Hange or just anyone!! and he’s watching from afar until she just excuses herself and he follows in pursuit and when he catches up to her tells her something like, “who said you could just leave when I’m having fun?” (IDK MY MIND ISNT GREAT AT THINKINN OF LEVI THIS WAY BUT I CANT STOP THEM)

3. If it is someone else who said hello upon answering the phone call, i won’t hate you and I’m sure none of us will (it’s your story, you do with what you will!!) BUT OMG THE AGONY ILNGOING TO FEEL !!! unless it is Levi and he said it in a question because they haven’t talked in like a week and she’s suddenly calling so he’s confused and worried ??! (I know my comment on ao3 showed a different perspective on this but I’ve had time to think okay??!) if I knew how to hack your computer, I would just so I could see what you have planned out next for these idiots!! I JUST NEED LEVI TO GET HIS SHIT TOGETHER AND KISS HER OR FOR HER TO JUST SUDDENLY KISS HIM AND WHEN SHES ANOUT TO LULL AWAH FOR JIM TO GRAB HER AND KEEP IT GOING !!!!

4. I forgot what else I wanted to say/had in mind so uh, I’ll leave it here and just tell you to have a good day!! You deserve it!! Take your time with the next chapter/s, we’ll all be patiently waiting for whatever you’ve got up your sleeve!! 🤧💕 I just hope my heart won’t be broken 🥲💔

ALEXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX GODDD YOUR THOUGHTS i LIVE FOR YOUR THOUGHTS PLEASE.

god okay let me just say Liv's percolate Levi...i am both intimidated but also in love with him. i am so fucking in love with her depiction of him bc it's very similar to how i view him actually shhh don't tell her. or do idk djkfhsdk

also her moodboard for him i have not forgotten and fdhfjkhs i lowkey had some of the same pics for reference in my pinterest for paychecks levi uwu

YOUR FWB WTF omg I'm?! VERY HAPPY FOR YOU WHATG THE HELL IF HE'S TAKING NOTES IM-GIIIIRL he better treat you right <3 you deserve it <3333 PLEASE IM LIVING FOR THIS I truly love that for you :')))

oh my god i--i have IDEAS. WAY TOO MANY FUCKING IDEAS and it's gonna be so hard to weed them out. i honestly might have to just make oneshots after paychecks ends because of the possibilities jfkhsdfjkh "who said you could leave" GOD PLEASE you're only feeding more into my ideas holy shit.

I CAN'T WITH THE PHONE THING LMAOOO i really don't know how to respond to it when you guys bring it up but i will just casually slip in the reminder that there is a light angst tag on this story (tho idk how accurate it is anymore) and a happy ending tag so :) take that as you will <3

and not to sound ominous but next chapter is another one i've been looking forward to working on so much, it's probably one of the more cathartic ones that i've written so far. <333 i love the change in your perspective though!!! it's so interesting to see how just a little bit of time can shift things sdfjhksdkj

BESTIE if you SAW the draft it's a complete MESS BUT bc i love you im going to offer the smallest of crumbs and to any1 who bothered to click the readmore HAHA (ill put it at the end in case you don't wanna read it)

bb as always thank you for reading and offering me such wonderful input and your thoughts, truly live for them bc the same way HAHA GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR MANS BTW OMG dsjhkf ROUTING FOR YOU<3

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It’s loud. Unbearably loud. Levi has Hange to thank for that. They’re rambling at an unnecessary noise level, completely inappropriate for the setting that they’re in.

[elvish-sky]

Giiiirl! Firstly, you're awesome! Congratulations on hitting such a big milestone! You deserve all those followers and so much more 😊 really, I love your blog- has alot of my favorite go-to stories 😀 and I can't wait to read more in the future! Secondly! Ma'am! Your angst prompts are so angsty- and Im living for it!!! So I guess here's my emoji: 💛 with thorin x F!human reader and the prompts 8 or 14 (I'll let you decide how to make me cry lol!!!) Again congratulations hun, so proud of you!!! 👏😊

A.N: Ahhh thank you so much you’re the literal best!! I now kinda feel bad about how this fic went cause you’re just the sweetest… Umm so this kind of took a rather dark turn at the end but I honestly love it. I’ve never written something like that before! An angsty fic- but with a twist, I think I can get behind this concept! I hope y’all like it as much as I do <3

Word Count: 568

Pairing: Past/Referenced Thorin x human!Reader

Warnings: Angst

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The Calm After the Storm

You walked through the markets of Erebor, swinging a basket by your side as dwarves parted for you, the rare human. You had lived in Erebor for several months after the Battle, before breaking up with Thorin and being invited to live in the Woodland Realm by King Thranduil himself.

Breaking up with Thorin had been the hardest thing you’d ever had to do. Your heart was torn in two, half wanting to stay with your love but the other half knowing that a human queen, likely to not outlive her husband, would not be right for the kingdom. On one of his diplomatic trips to the kingdom Thranduil had sensed your heartache at still being so close to Thorin, and offered you a place as one of his advisors. It was not a bad role, and you were quite good at it, proven not only by how you negotiated between Thranduil and Thorin after the Battle, but your continued maintenance of good relations between dwarves and elves. It was now almost a year later, and, hearing that there would be a diplomatic mission to Erebor you had volunteered. You needed to be with Thorin, the kingdom would be fine with a human queen. All that mattered was ceasing the constant ache in your chest that pulled you to Erebor.

Now, striding through the markets on your way to the council chambers, you ducked into a side-alley shortcut you remembered. Winding along, humming quietly, you turned a corner. And stopped.

“Thorin?”

He broke apart from the dwarven woman he was kissing, who whispered into his ear before sedately walking away.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” Thorin looked flustered, adjusting his tunic and buttoning the top where it had come undone.

“I’m here for the negotiations, representing Thranduil- but what are you doing kissing people in corridors?”

He looked awkward. “I mean, we’re not together anymore. I’m allowed to kiss whomever I like.”

You stepped closer to him. “But we could be together again, Thorin! I was wrong before, and I miss you more than anything. I still love you!”

He looked even more awkward, scratching the back of his neck before clearing his throat. “We can’t, Y/N. I’ve moved on.”

You blinked. “You’ve moved on?”

He nodded. “I had to, for the kingdom.”

“You’re choosing them over- over me?” Your voice broke.

Thorin smiled softly, pityingly. “I am. And I’m happy.”

That made it so much worse. You turned, sprinting down the hall back into the big open markets, finding your way through the twists and turns by muscle memory alone as tears filled your eyes, running down your cheeks and splashing onto your shirt as you turned left, then right, then right again, taking the stairs two at a time until finally, finally you reached the relative sanctuary of your temporary room. You burst through the door, slamming it behind you and collapsing onto the floor, tossing the basket carelessly aside.

Crumpled on the ground, you let the sobs finally break free, wracking your body.

I’ve moved on.

His voice echoed through your head as you cried until there were no tears left to shed.

He didn’t deserve you, anyway.

You were too good for him.

He had moved on.

Resolve hardening like steel through your veins, you rose from the floor.

He had moved on.

And you were going to make him pay.

Everything tag 💞: @entishramblings @itgetsatadhazy @boyruins @anjhope1 @wellofeternalthirst @kumqu4t @katbby16 @thewhiteladyofrohan @kirstenscaffeinateddisaster @beenovel

Thorin tag: @lathalea

[kheta]

The Lesbian One

SakuHina head canon where the dark haired, noble clan inheriting child she falls in love with is Hinata instead of Sasuke. 

Bullies were making fun of Sakura for her forehead and Hinata said, through bright red blushes that she thinks Sakura is the prettiest girl Hinata knows, other than her Mother.

This gives Sakura self-confidence of doom and she doesn’t care about her looks anymore because suck on that, kind, cool Hinata thinks she’s the prettiest girl around!

Sakura giving Hinata the support she deserves.

Hinata being grateful and always reminding Sakura how cool Sakura is.

Hinata still being shy, but working on her shyness because there’s no way Sakura doesn’t praise the very ground her crush walks on.

“HINATA-CHAN! YOU DID IT! YOU’RE SO AWESOME! Isn’t she awesome Ino????”

Academy Arc:

Hinata told Sakura she wanted to be a strong shinobi like her father, but kind like her mother and Sakura heard “I wanna be the strongest ninja out!” To make sure her crush succeeds in her goals, Sakura promised to be the best kunoichi ever, so her and Hinata could be equals.

She studies to be the top kunoichi of her year and trains with Hinata a lot, complementing Hinata for every hit she makes and drowns Hinata in support.

Sakura hates Naruto. With a passion, nothing to do with Naruto being Naruto and everything to do with Hinata crushing on him. This hate manifests in her declaring them rivals.

Sakura is 100% the type to wonder why her rivals an idiot and to feel frustrated that an idiot like Naruto makes Hinata blush or laugh. The angrier she is the more she demands to spar him in taijutsu, they both get dramatically good at it.

Sakura because if Naruto drags a fight to stamina he’d totally win, so she figures she needs to get stronger with her form, finish the fight sooner. Naruto because he’s always been a hands on person and kata’s don’t make any sense to him, but whatever Sakura-chan does works for her, so he doesn’t mind copying her. Plus, Sakura's scary strong when she wants to be and Naruto makes a point of not getting hit from her.

Naruto becomes the fastest ninja in their year...Whenever Sakura’s involved. Not even Sasuke can catch him when he’s running from Sakura and he’s tried, it’s good practice.

Hinata once made an off-handed remark when she was training that Naruto has some pretty large chakra coils and Sakura’s been trying to increase her chakra coils since. (Muttering, “Stupid Naruto can barely hold a kunai right without me having to smack him sideways but he’s the one Hinata compliments?”) Moral is Sakura makes him a very competent ninja, but only because she’s like “An idiot like you can’t even aim properly, look at me, I’m better! Shifting my weight properly, unlike you!” and Naruto just copies her because to prove people wrong is in his blood and if she can do it, then all he has to do is copy her to do it better.

Unfortunately she can’t do much for his chakra control in the academy.

Everyone at the academy except Ino and Shikamaru thinks Sakura likes Sasuke because once she during an argument with Ino she screamed that “DON’T BE STUPID I LIKE” Pointed at Hinata, who happened to be with Sasuke. She didn’t finish the sentence because she looked at Hinata when she pointed and Hinata smiled and she melted.

Sasuke figures out Sakura doesn’t like him when he notices she blushes around Hinata more than him and this one time Hinata dropped one of her salves, so he gave it back to her the next day in class and the glare she gave him was telling.

As long as you’re not Hinata, Sakura has no problem expressing her crush. When Hinata’s around she never says I like you Hinata, but her actions are telling.

Sakura and Ino are still best friends because only Ino wants Sasuke and they only fight when Ino says Sasuke is better than Hinata.

Ino gets way better at taijutsu as well, because if her best friends going to be the strongest kunoichi then hell no is Ino gonna get left behind.

It gets to a point where Inoichi’s like “Ino darling you don’t need to be so serious about taijutsu, you know how we Yamanaka fight” and Ino’s like “WHAT DO YOU MEAN? HELL NO IS SAKURA GONNA BE STRONGER THAN ME, I REFUSE TO BE PROTECTED BY HER!!!!”

Genin Arc:

Hinata is an oblivious eggplant and thinks Sakura is just a very supportive friend.

Kiba, “She asked you to live happily with her as the strongest kunoichi in the future,”

Hinata, eyes sparkling, “Yeah isn’t it cool, I’m so lucky to have such a supportive friend with me.”

Kiba ships Hinata and Happiness (it’s canon guys) so he’s Sakura’s biggest wingman but Hinata manages to turn every cute, romance-y moment they have into a friend thing.

Kiba could see Sakura’s crush from a mile away, it wasn’t until the Chunin exams that he realised they weren’t dating though. This is when he begins being Sakura’s wingman.

Scene:

Kiba looks over at Hinata, “You know...If we meet Sakura and them in this exam, I won’t let you hold back. We’ve worked too hard for your feelings to stop us and if she’s the enemy, we face her.”

Hinata smiles softly at Kiba and stammers out, “I’d never do that, Sakura-chan would hate it if I held back against her, as her friend I will fight her with my all!”

“I do not believe Kiba means your feelings as her friend? Why? Because it is clear he is speaking of the deeper connection you two share.”

“Ano– Ino-san is her best friend, though Sakura-chan and I are certainly good friends.”

Cue two more minutes of them tryna coax Hinata to admit her and Sakura have something before they realise Hinata doesn’t know about Sakura’s crush and looking at each other in amazement because like. Now that they’re genin, Sakura is way less subtle because she misses Hinata and wtf, how had Hinata not realised yet?

Also Sakura wins her fight with Ino bc Ino’s strong af but she doesn’t have any concrete goal in mind, she’s just getting strong to be Sakura’s equal and Sakura’s like ‘giiiirl I’m tryna be the strongest to protect my wife you hear!’

When Sakura meets Neji she understands what true hatred is and it’s only Kakashi’s warning her that Hinata would hurt more if she jumped in that stopped her from trying to fight him. She doesn’t speak to Kakashi for the whole month she trains, trying to justify if Hinata’s pride was worth her life.

She totally trains with Gai for that month because Kakashi is lazy and Gai was around and Sakura is hella strong, she just needs motivation like Gai!

Hinata still has a big fat crush on Naruto until shippuden and when she canon confesses and nearly dies, Sakura confesses to her and says shit like “You don’t have to love me/ I’ve accepted that you won’t, no matter how hard I try. But as your friend I want you to promise, you won’t ever do something so reckless. I don’t wnt to lose you Hinata. You’re my special person I can’t lose you.”

Hinata is 140% confused and then like. She just notices Sakura. How fucking cool and kind she is and she’s always appreciated Sakura and thought she was beautiful but. She’s never really looked at those arms and damn are they defined. And her smile just makes Hinata feel at ease?

There’s no big crisis for Hinata, she realises quite quickly she’s getting feels for her bff but like shes Hinata. Sakura confesses a crush she’s had for years on this girl with the self confidence of a potato chip and said potato chip pines bc shes an idiot potato

everyone is Big Mad, even fucking Naruto

hes like ‘girl i cant like u. its against the bro code, pls talk to my bff’ and hinata is thinking ‘i know u ass. i just cant tho. shes legit perfection and ive hyped her up my whole life even if we like eavh other it wont work and family and a motherfuckn war’

Gaiden Arc:

THEY LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER OKAY! STRONGEST KUNOICHI COUPLE EVER! 10/10 ADORED BY EVERYONE. HINATA ISN’T CLAN HEAD BUT SHE’S ONE OF THE BEST DIPLOMATS IN TOWN, SAKURA IS THE TOP HEALER AND THEY’RE BOTH BLACK OPS MEMBERS. HINATA TRAINS ANBU IN INFILTRATION AND SAKURA TAKES THEM IN MEDICAL STUDIES. THEY ARE HAPPY ASF

[hellsfirekeepsyouwarm]

“A blind date?”

Requested by anom:

“Hi! Can I request a Richard Madden x Reader where maybe mutual friends have been trying to set them up for a while but it doesn’t work until they finally meet and hit it off on their own? (Or whatever you want to do- you’re the creative genius here!) thanks!“

Here ya go, love. Hope you like it <3

Pairing: Richard MaddenxReader

Word Count: 1723

Y/BF/N - Your Best Friend Name

REQUEST ARE STILL OPEN

„A blind date? Come on, you know I’m not into that stuff. “I say, already feeling my stomach flip just thinking about a stupid blind date.

“Y/N, I can assure you, you won’t regret it. He is smoking hot.” My childhood best friend is dying to set me up with this guy, and she refuses to say anything about him. Not even his name.

“Yeah, and we all know your taste is arguable.” She just ignores my comment, continuing nudging me about this mysterious man.

“No, seriously Y/N. You need to get out there, and meet people. Get over your moron ex, and finally meet with a nice, decent man. A MAN! “

A nice, decent man. Sounds good, but I never found one for myself, why now, and why him would be that person? And this blind date thing is ridiculous.

“No. And that’s my last word about this subject. Now tell me how your interview go?”

“Ahw, damn you. Giiiirl, I saw plenty of potential husband material, there was this guy…”

“Gosh, tell me about the job you silly, not the hot guys you met.”

“You are no fun. Literally. Well, it was…okay. Dunno, I just don’t think I found the right job for me. They don’t do huge gigs, and you I am all about big movies and big names. “

“Hmmm, big names. I think I know what you mean!”

“Are we still talking about my job interview?“

We laugh loudly, as loud as we can, because we know that no one will care about it here.

The pub is full, a soccer match is blasting on the telly, a bunch of guest are cheering on the game. My dress is sweating on me, making me thinking about the next drink I will get. Y/BF/N is making heart eyes at a guy near us, and she always gets a feedback.

We are silent for a moment, enjoying the drink we ordered. My tongue is orgasming from the cocktail, and that’s the only thing for a second I can focus on, until... until my best friend starts to wave her hands like a mad men.

“What are you doin?” She’s smiling ear to ear, not even glancing at me. I turn around, looking for the spot she’s looking at, and i don’t find anything or anyone, until two handsome man appears in front of us. And of them is Richard Madden.

I forgot to blink, to swallow, to function properly.

“Richard, Tom, she’s Y/N, my best friend” Her mellifluous voice brings me back to the earth, seeing him scanning me with flushed cheeks.

“Oh, Y/N? Hi.” He says, tongue-tied. “ I heard so much about you”

Really? I look over to my best friend, who just nods back at him. What?

“You did?” I ask embarrassed. He knows me? He just grins shyly, showing his beautiful smile.  

“Well, don’t believe anything she said.” His head drops backwards as he laughs.

“Ladies, you would like to drink something?”

“Hell yes!” Y/BF/N yells, and the boys turns their attention to the bartender, discussing what beer they will get.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Did you call them to come here?” I whisper as low as I can from the surrounding noise.

“I didn’t I swear! I knew they like this place, but I didn’t know Richard was here. This is the best thing ever.” She says, and I can’t help but drink up all the remaining liquid in my glass. Before I could say anything to her, Richard is next to me, offering the very same cocktail that I just finished off. I smile at him nervously, our fingers slightly brushing as I touch the cocktail.

“Thank you.”

I glance over to my bestie, who is already in “deep” conversation with Tom, both of them eyeing us.

Oh shit. Richard’s eyes are on them, judging by his expression, he is thinking the same.

“They aren’t so discreet, are they?” I ask, hoping it’s gonna break the ice between us, and turning the situation less embarrassing. He blushes, and he smiles again. Fuck, that smile is everything.

“Well yeah. I think it’s kinda their thing.”

“Sooo…you are the one she talked about I guess?” I say, avoiding his gaze at all cost.

“She talked about me?”

“Yeah, she couldn’t shut up about a blind date she was more than happy to arrange.”

“Detto. She only gave away your name, and that’s it. “

 We talk, and laugh, and tease. A couple of empty glass on the bar, waiting to be replaced by new, full ones. He is laughing at something with Tom, and I can’t concentrate to the subject of the conversation. His cheeks flushed, a hint of red playing on them.

I tilt my head to the side, capturing his mimics as he watches Tom talking, still having his eyes on me, spying if I am listening.

Just do it, damn. It’s still worth it, even if he never ever wants to talk to you. Do it

I don’t really make it out, but I know what I am doing. Putting my drink down on the bar, I look back at him, questioning my movements, and the fact that I grab his beer from his hand, just adding to confusion. He looks at me dumbfounded, even when my fingers slid on his hand, and pull him with me into the crowd.

The music fills me up, the heat almost unbearable, but I still push myself close to him. So he could feel every muscles that moves to the rhythm. He quickly catches up with me, and now our bodies move together. His chest rising and falling as my own, his hands slowly finding its way to my hips. A wild smile spread on my face, not thinking about our surroundings.

As the songs passes, playing different tunes, we shift with it. From slow and sexy beats, to wild happy ones we can let ourselves loose.

My hands wonders on his chest, meeting behind his neck. He’s smiling at me, his eyes showing me it’s a true, joyful smile.

“How could I say no to that blind date?” He asks, lost in my eyes.

At this point, I don’t know what to say, or how. So I do the only thing I want to. I press my lips to his, brushing through his curly hair. The kiss tastes like beer, sugar, and sweat. His arms holding close to him, and he moans into my mouth, leaving me wanting more of him.

Out of breath, we break the kiss, still holding onto him. My stomach flips, waking the butterflies inside.

God, he is beautiful.

I let go of him for a second, and my head spins immediately, losing my balance. Richard easily holds me in my place, his hands not leaving my skin.

I feel dizzy, not sure from what. The alcohol I consumed in the last hour or so, or the kiss we just shared. Or both.

“I think I had enough drinks for tonight. “ I giggle, making him smile.

“Let’s get you home then.”

 We say our goodbyes to Y/BF/N and Tom, heading out of the still crowded pub to the street.

The cold air hits me with full force, making my sweaty body shiver. I put my jacket on, and Richard wraps his hand around my shoulder, pulling me close to his side.

“Come on, the cab is here”

Our lift is just a couple meters away, Richard waves at the man at the wheel. He opens the backdoor for me, and quickly gets in on the other side.

I tell my address to the drier, before Richard could speak. I snuggle closer to him, wanting every inch of him touching me.

Am I really doing this? Going home with a man I just met? Hell yes I am doing it.

He buries his face in the crook of my neck, tickling the skin with his stubble. My reflexes want me to move away from the sensation, but I don’t want to. He plants a little kiss and leaves it burning.

We arrive at my place in no time. I see the familiar houses and signs. Now or never. If I invite him in, what’s he gonna say?

I feel the vehicle under me slow down, and pulling up at the building I live in. I sigh, ready to pop the question, but he disappeared from the seat next to me. Just as I was thinking with my drunken brain, the door opens up, revealing his hands. He helps me out of the car, I just looking at him in a wonder. He is a fucking gentleman.

“You want to come in? I am sure I have some leftover pizza in the fridge.”

He smiles at me brightly, then shaking his head.

“ I just wanted to make sure, you get home safely. “

“Ohh?”

Really? I didn’t really think about the no answer. Shit.

“But I would like to get your number.” He says, probably sensing my mood change.

He is really a gentleman.  We exchange numbers, trying hard not to mess up the numbers. I read it multiple times before I hand his phone back.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He says, leaning in. Our lips meet for the second time tonight, and it’s even better than the first one. He moves away too soon. Damn, I want him.

“Good night, Richard.” I whisper, as I walk to the apartment door. He is still standing there, when I walk to the elevator.

My body gives up near my bed. The strength I had was used on taking off my clothes and brush my teeth. As soon as my head hits the pillow I am in a sweet dream.

 Groaning, I fumble around me to my phone. Loud notification sound echoing in my room. As I try to open my eyes, the sun light blinds me.

Oh man, I had too much last night.

I find my phone, dragging it under the duvet, hiding from the sun. I have millions of text messages, most of them from my best friend, asking what happened last night.

What happened last night?

And then a see it. Richard’s name pops up, with a text below.

“Are you hungry? :) R.”

“I am starving. :D “

[dyscrasia-eucrasia]

Part 7

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"Hey giiiirl," Lexi said when Angel answered the Facetime call. "It's been foreverrrr, how are you?" 

Lexi Christo was a micro-influencer from Richmond, Virginia. She was tan, blonde, and had the whitest teeth Angel had ever seen on a person. He'd become influencer buddies with her during a pole dancing expo he'd traveled to a year ago. She wasn't a dancer herself, but had been there to support another micro-influencer who danced as a hobby. Angel had met her in the hotel bar as she went around taking selfies with as many guys as she could, and they struck up a conversation, working out a deal to both post the selfie to their Instagram accounts and tag each other. 

She was alright, as far as he was concerned. She had two cute pomeranians and hustled fitness shakes in what he could only assume was a pyramid scheme. She was image obsessed, but who on Instagram wasn't? The only problem he had with her was that she came off as a super Jesus-freak online, but in person she was one of the hardest partiers he'd ever met. 

A call from her generally meant she was planning something big and fun and wanted as many influencers to show up as she could get. 

"Oh, y'know, wasting all of my talent on podunk Charleston, the usual," he replied. 

"Are you laying in bed? I'm not interrupting a dick appointment, am I?"

"God, I wish I was getting dick right now. No, I'm just resting my leg, I pulled it funny on the pole last night." 

"Oh, bummer. Is it serious?" 

"No, it happens sometimes. Just need to ice it and stay off of it for a day." 

"That's good… speaking of dancing, I've got a proposition for you." 

"Oh no, what are you planning?" 

"So my sister is getting married in a few months, and I'm putting together a bachelorette party for her. It's gonna be so lit, I've got so many local influencers coming. We're gonna stream it on Instagram Live and everything. And I want you to be our stripper." 

"Lexi, you know I'm gay, right? I don't do hen shows." 

"No no no, that's why you'd be perfect! That way none of the guests will end up trying to fuck you." 

"Well, jeez, take all the fun out of working…" Angel joked. He'd never fucked someone from a club. He'd thought about it sometimes - the money would be nice, of course - but it always came back to his online reputation. Had to keep it clean to attract those brand deals. 

"C'mon, pleeeeaaaase! I'll pay you and everything." 

"Bitch, you'd better pay your dancers!"

"Of course I would! But you'll get paid plus you'll get exposure from a ton of influencers. C'mon, it'll be so much fun."

"For you. I'll be working." 

"Work can be fun. C'mon, pleeeeeaaaase!"

"Okay, okay! I'll do it, jeez. Stop grovelling." 

"Omigod, thank you!" 

"Yeah, yeah, don't mention it." 

"Excellent. I'm so excited. So anyways, what's happening with you?"

"Oh, not much. Just thinking about boys, y'know how it is." 

"Speaking of boys, you should totally DM Clayton Howard. He's actually out in West Virginia right now." 

"Whaaat? What's he doing out of L.A.?" 

"He's doing some sort of cryptid hunting show with his crew. They were hunting Mothman, and then something called Flatland, or something like that? They almost got shot by hillbillies in the episode that went up today." 

"No way. How did that even happen?" 

"They were in the woods looking for the Goatman and I guess they got too close to some hillbilly shack or something because someone fired a shotgun at them."

"Wait, what's the Goatman?" 

"You know, from the creepypasta?" 

"Girl, you know I hate horror." 

"Well, there's this story about a Goatman who lives in the woods and smells like blood and it can shapeshift or whatever and sneaks into groups of teenagers."

"Ugh, creepy." 

"I know! But anyways, Clayton's in your state, you should totally DM him and try to hook up. Or at least shoot a collab." 

"I dunno, Clayton's got like 100k followers, I doubt he'd talk to someone with less than 10k…"

Angel didn't get to finish that thought when his phone started to buzz. The notification that popped up at the top of the screen showed an incoming call - not Facetime, just a regular phone call. And the caller ID was someone from his contacts: Demie. 

He sat up, suddenly flooded with energy. It had been two whole days since Demie had called him, and he'd figured that Demie just didn't want anything to do with him anymore. 

"Lexi, I gotta go, I'm getting a really important call," he said, words tumbling rapidly out of his mouth. 

"Ooooh, is it for a dick appointment?" 

"If I play my cards right, it is," he said with a grin. "Talk to you later, byeeeee!" 

He hung up the Facetime call before she could reply, smashing the answer button on the incoming call. 

"Hello?" He said. He instantly cringed. That 'hello' had sounded too excited. He was afraid of coming off too strong and scaring Demie away. 

"Uh… Angel?" Demie asked. 

"Yeah, yeah, this is Angel. What's up, man?" 

"Hey, uh, so Elaine said you called. Sorry I didn't call back, I was dealing with some shit." 

"Hey man, that's fine. Is everything okay?" 

"Yeah, I'm fine, there were just these punkass kids trespassing on my property and scaring my goats so I was putting up signs all day--"

"Wait, you have goats?" Angel interrupted. 

"Uh… yeah?" 

"What, do you live on a farm or something?"

"Huh? No. I grew up on a farm, but I moved away and shit. I just have some goats." 

"You really like goats, huh? I mean, you dress up like a goat, you have goats…" 

"Uh… I guess." 

"Have you ever heard of the Goatman?" 

There was some silence on the other end of the line. Angel was afraid the connection had dropped, so he asked: "Demie? You there?" 

"Yeah, I'm here. What about the Goatman?" 

"Oh, apparently there's this Youtuber who's in town and is doing a show about cryptids. I dunno, I thought that since you like goats, maybe you knew about the Goatman and had checked it out--" 

"Cryptids are fucking bullshit, you know that, right?" Demie said. His typically monotone voice had just an edge of anger to it. 

"Oh, yeah, I know--" 

"Like they're just stupid stories made up by drunk rednecks who don't know what a fucking owl looks like, and all the people who go hunting them are just running around trespassing on private property." 

There was silence for a little while. 

"Hey," Angel said gently, "are we cool? Did I say something wrong?"

He could hear Demie take a deep breath, and then let it out. "Yeah, no, it's fine." 

"'Cause I didn't mean to upset you. You know that, right?" 

"Yeah, I'm fine. Was that all you wanted to talk about or did you call about something else?" 

"Oh, no, I didn't actually call about that, I was just talking to someone about it. I was calling to check in, y'know? Wondering how the song writing was going and all that." 

"Um, it's going fine, I guess."

"I was reading the Wiki page for Orpheus, it said that he had the power to, like, make anything that heard his music do whatever he wanted. I can see why you'd like him as a musician, I bet that would be a cool superpower to have." 

"Um, yeah, look, about that--" 

Angel's phone vibrated with a notification for a text. He pulled the phone away from his ear to look at it. It was a text from Lexi, stating: 'I DMed Clayton ur number. Ur welcome. 🍆💦'

A second later, a number he didn't recognize with a California area code lit up his phone with an incoming call. 

"Oh, shit," he mumbled. He wanted to keep talking to Demie, especially since he could tell he'd offended him somehow and wanted to clear the air. But at the same time, Clayton Howard had been his internet mancrush for ages. 

"Hey, Demie, sorry, I'm gonna have to go, I have to take this call. Can I call you back later?" 

"Um, yeah, I guess--" 

"Okay, byeeee!" 

He fumbled with the phone, ending the call with Demie and hitting the answer button for the unknown number. 

"Hello?" He asked. 

"Hey, is this Angel?"

"Yeah?"

"Hey dude, this is Clayton Howard…"

[tarithenurse]

Agent of Hope - 3

Pairing: Brock Rumlow x fem!reader, eventually Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader Contents:  Angst, paranoia, mental challenges, hatred, revenge-wishing, denial, swearing (?). And ofc a tiny bit of spoilers for Captain America: Winter Soldier. A/N: Queued this. If you like, please reblog or comment or anything really. If you want a tag, just send me an ask and I’ll gladly add you.

3 - Fox Hunt

…   Rumlow’s PoV   …

Don’t wannit. Don’t want morphine. Vaguely aware of familiar voices, Brock tries to tell them, but they are too busy moving the world around him to listen to the slurry mumblings he manages to produce. He knows they gave him more of the damn painkillers straight into the vein through a drip as soon as they arrived. They didn’t even ask him which they should know is the wrong way to go about things because he is the team leader, the one who has to stay clear minded and make decision. But things are happening around Brock without him having a say in it. He knows he’s in good hands, Hydra cares for its own people. Own people…ownpeople…people own…people. The thought is plucked out and warped by the strong painkillers without losing the sense of urgency. People. Person. He knows he was talking to someone earlier. When? Time’s fuzzy and noncooperative. Shouldn’t’ve said…anything.

A male voice, strong and authoritative in its familiarity, reaches him through the haze of the drugs. Too much…don’t wannit. “Who knows?”

Brock must have spoken out loud. Fuck. “Grl-giiiirl…” a pleasant heat on one side of the face distracts him.

“Focus, agent!”

Focus…foscu…foxes…sneaky foxes. “Girlfwiend…go’ meh to…to…’ee knowth.”

“Your girlfriend knows you allegiance?”

Even the world has stopped as a shadow looms over the injured agent. Keep moving. Get up. Adrenalin begins to course through his veins, clearing his head a tiny bit although it’s an uphill battle against the potency of the chemicals they’ve introduced to his bloodstream.

“Yeth,” the growl is unmistakable, “bith ith done for…loothe end.”

 …   Reader’s PoV   …

Personally, you think you’ve been pretty damn smart about the way of running because not only had you discarded any electronics right away, you also only used cash to buy the bus ticket to Cincinatti, but got off in Columbus only to hitchhike back to Pittsburg (long live the group of university girls who took pity on you) where you found a new bus to New York.

Sure, the stunt took about nine extra hours, but hopefully it’ll throw any followers off your trail.

Maybe I’m being paranoid. Resting your head against the window by your seat, you can see the skyline of New York against the morning light. So what if you know that Brock’s Hydra…according to the news there are no secrets about that organisation anymore. They won’t come for me…I’m just being silly. But a throbbing headache begs to differ. It feels like someone’s digging your brain out through the skull with a teaspoon as the only tool - and that’s without considering any of the skull-splitting pain flashes. Just the thought of those episodes has you looking around nervously. I’m going insane.

Paranoia and some sort of hallucinations, yeah, things aren’t looking great even if you bought that explanation yourself. You don’t. I saw them fall from the sky. The memory and the meaning it now has keeps you from sleeping, real and imagined carnage blending seamlessly in your mind. I saw before it happened. With what Brock had said at the hospital and who he works for. If ever he or they find out that there’s the slightest chance that you saw the failed “project” before it happened? You’d be hunted down and either used as a tool with no regards for human rights. Or they’ll kill me.

…

From the bus stop, it’s the longest 15 minutes walking in your entire life.

When you finally walk up to the enormous glass doors, the knees are about to give out from under you and your palms are sweaty. Somehow, a larger group (maybe employees) is entering the lobby and you manage to join the chattering people rather inconspicuously according to yourself, but the sensation of victory is short lived, though. A long desk is off on one side perfectly across from the elevators, with security stationed at each their own passage. Not that it would help you if they weren’t there, as all doors in sight are equipped with card readers. Keep going or tell someone? Both options are bound to have drawbacks.

“Can I help you?”

The speaker’s right behind you, making you twitch out of surprise. At least he sounds tired rather than condescending, so you turn with a tiny smile on your lips, hoping to look friendly rather than threatening. Short curls are receding above the temples of a round man who looks like he smiles a lot. Just not now where suspicion gleams in the small eyes instead.

“I uhmm…I need to speak with –“

“No, that’s not how it works.” The interruption hardly comes as a shock, but it’s still disheartening. “There are no walk-ins, all visits have to be booked in advance.” He’s already ushering you towards the doors you came in through.

Gotta say something. You dig your heels in. “Sir, I understand the formalities, but this is urgent.”

“Should’ve called ahead, then.” Clearly, it’s bothering the man that you aren’t cooperating.

All too aware of the scene you’re causing, the part of your mind that is in control keeps an eye on the remaining security personnel. None have moved yet, probably just waiting for a sign which will signal the end of you attempt to talk to Tony Stark.

“Please, sir, I beg of you,” your voice is lowered, “this is important…it’s about what happened in…in…” you reduce the sound to a dramatic whisper, “in Washington.”

…   Rumlow’s PoV   …

Hydra has a lot of facilities off the books and Brock knows that he’s at one of them. Judging by the lack of windows, this one’s most likely underground even if the room he’s in still is equipped like a state-of-the-art hospital. They’ve taken the morphine away when they reached the place, not bothering to question his wish, and in return Brock’s gotten a functioning mind. Sure, there’s pain now, but he’s had worse…although that might have something to do with damaged nerves, according to a doctor. Pain won’t stop me. And he has a lot to catch up on including a girlfriend who might know too much.

How?

[Y/N] shouldn’t have known where he was. The hospital never called her. The woman just showed up all on her own, asking for him and even describing the injuries.

How?

“Lucky guesses” doesn’t explain it so there’s got to be another explanation, and Brock’s narrowing the options rapidly as he takes everything into consideration. Lack of surprise at major catastrophes (horror, alright, but not actual shock) is one of the big clues.

How?

Some sort of sixth sense or worse. Like one of those mutant freaks or genetic experiments running around pretending to be more than anyone else. Rogers is only the tip of the iceberg and the Soldat is nothing but a mimic of that. Even Romanoff. Then there are freaks like Banner and on and on the list goes so perhaps it isn’t too far fetched that [Y/N] should be some sort of monster too. Freaks can be useful. But where is this specimen now?

…   Reader’s PoV   …

The world longest elevator ride has brought you to a part of the tower that looks suspiciously like a holding cell. Except stylish. Sitting at a concrete table in the middle of a tastefully naked room, you’re staring at the round face of the security guy (Hogan) while he studies all sort of information on a tablet, sometimes conferring with a bodyless voice referred to as Jarvis. Whoever Jarvis is, he seems to know all there is about you with the exception of the migraine inducing visions.

“Please, if you could just get mister Sta–“

“Not unless you talk to me first.” The man barely glances up at you, already used to this exchange by now.

Perhaps I should just give in and tell him all? It’s tempting and you’d like to trust anyone working for Iron Man himself, but trust is hard to come by after the events of the last few days. Compromise. You’re just about to say something when a beeping precedes the door opening to let in none other than the famous Pepper Potts. Thin and impeccably dressed, she looks like she owns the place even with the lunch tray in her hands.

“Happy, why don’t you take a break, mm?” The gentle voice isn’t actually giving him a suggestion and Hogan swallows any protests he might have had and leaves you alone with the woman. “Miss [Y/L/N], I thought it was time you got some food.”

The tray is pushed towards you, showing off the delicious looking pasta-dish and making your stomach growl as a reminder that you’ve not eaten for almost 24 hours. Getting here had been more important. Pulling the food a bit closer, it’s all you can do to restrain yourself from gobbling down the food within seconds as if you’ve been starving for weeks. Fuck it’s good.

“Thank you.” You even remember to swallow before talking.

Her smile makes the freckles on her cheeks dance prettily. “Why do you need to speak with Tony so badly?”

“I don’t,” the answer obviously surprises the whatever she is to Stark, “I need to talk with Romanova but don’t know how to get a hold of her…then I remembered what happened here in New York and I thought…well…I gotta try, right?”

Now that you’ve told that much, the pasta doesn’t taste right anymore because your stomach tightens with worry. It’s a madman’s plan! No way will Romanova or even Stark see little, unimportant you. This is as far as you’ll ever get and soon, you’ll be back out on the street with no place to hide from Brock. Rumlow. And when he and the hydra-goons find you. Paranoia. You’ve got to believe they won’t come looking. You still can’t convince yourself, of course.

“Miss [Y/L/N]…[Y/N],” Potts  implores gently, “why do you need to talk to any of them at all?”

Where do I start? Rubbing your skull, you feel the stress starting to take its toll on you. “Washington…it’s not over…”

Did they turn the lights up?

The LED’s are glaring overhead and you have to squint in the harsh light even when looking down onto the plate where the white porcelain reflects each diode, only blocked by the Penne al’Arrabiata which is making me sweat thanks to the spices. It’s when the world starts spinning you realize what’s about to happen just a second before pain slashes through your head.

[drowngrief]

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[everymovie2020]

Mother, May I Sleep with Danger? (1996)

Date watched:  12 January 2019

Now, right away, from the title alone, you know you're in for a good time.

Then you look at the cast and see one Ms Tori Spelling in her 1996 glory, and you think, yes, this is the movie I have been searching for my whole life.

Let's dissect:

We start in, I'm going to say, Beverly Hills (it just looked like it from what I have seen in the movies), where random blonde chick is being watched as she kisses a dude and then goes into her house.  Said stalker then rings the doorbell, and it turns out it's her boyfriend, Billy – I will refer to him as Billy throughout this even though he changes his name when he meets Tori.  He just looks like a Billy, and I did enjoy yelling, "Oh no Billy whyyyy" at the screen – who flips the fuck out at her because she's going to break up with him, even though she hasn't yet, and then he beats her to death with a wooden cutting board.

Like, okay. First of all, Billy, she's entitled to break up with you and she's entitled not to be murdered for that, you fucking psychopath.

Then we head on over to Tori-town – she's a perky young lady living it up at a college in Washington, and she's just met a new boy named… Kevin?

It's Billy; Billy is the new boyfriend and I didn't care to learn his fake name.

Anyway, she's blissfully happy because he seems like a nice guy (they always do, Tori). She introduces him to her mum, who ain't no slouch – she smells a rat – but things progress, even with a few hiccups like him freaking the fuck out because she went for a run by herself and didn't tell him about it.

Tori, these are what we like to call "red flags".

Then he talks her into cutting her hair into a blonde bob, which essentially turns her into the first chick he killed, even if I do think the blonde hair suits her better than the awful brown wig she had on.

But her mum is all, "Tori, this is so unlike you," and she's like, "WE'RE IN LOVE," and I was like giiiirl you are totally ignoring all these gigantic RED FLAGS.

So then, out of nowhere, the guy he's pretending to be turns up alive and well, because he didn't actually die, and also spoiler alert, it's the guy the first murdered girl was kissing at the start of the movie (and also it's the same guy who plays the insane frat dude in Dead Man on Campus, just for your frame of reference, or not, if you're one of the billions of people who have never seen that movie).  Billy's all, "What are you doing here?" and the other dude is like, "Oh yeah, my parents died in a tragic skiing accident and I'm back here trying to get my life together, hey whatever happened to that chick I was making out with at the start of the movie?"

And Billy is like

Then he murders him while he's having a shower.

Honestly, I felt like Billy really dropped the ball here.  Why steal the identity of someone still alive?  If you're going to go to all the trouble of murdering a chick, and then stealing the identity of the person she was maybe dating, why leave him alive?  And why stay in the same area?  I just felt like he really half-assed this entire situation and it could've been managed much better.

So then Billy buries real!Kevin (I think it was Kevin?) in a flower bed at this cottage he's rented, and then he dumps the guy's car in the lake behind the cottage, and I'm like, again, Billy, this reeks of you not knowing what the fuck you're doing. That will be very easy for the authorities to find.

AND THEN Billy moves Tori into the cottage, effectively isolating her from her friends and loved ones out in the middle of nowhere.  Sure, it's a very nice cottage, super pretty and all, but like, red flags, again.

But Tori ain't too bright now, is she?

They're all blissful for awhile and then she begins having doubts, because Billy is a bit of a creep.  One day her car breaks down and she can't actually leave the cottage, and upon inspection she realises that he has tampered with her car in order to stop her from leaving.  That’s when she's like, fuck this noise, I am out, but instead of going to a safe house or getting someone to help her, she goes back to the cottage alone to pack up.

And I am like, Tori.

For fuck's sake.

This guy has isolated you from everyone; he's controlling your life; he cut your hair (no great loss); he's turned you against your mother and now he's tampering with your car – Tori, babe, sweetie, babe, this dude is bad fucking news and you need to GTFO.  And maybe DON'T go back to the house alone to get your stuff, Tori, like… COME ON. Take a buddy with you.

So Billy is like, "Tori, babe, sweetie, it's fine that you're leaving, let's just calm down, here drink this non-roofied water that I haven't roofied and we'll talk about it."

And I was like, "Tori, for fuck's sake.  He's ROOFIED THE FUCKING WATER YOU STUPID FUCKING TWAT," but OH NO, FUCKING TORI DRINKS THE WATER.

If it seems like I'm victim blaming, it's because I am, in this specific, fictional instance.

Then I was so scared he was going to rape her, but instead he puts her in a car and drives her away from their cottage… but they end up going to her mother's cottage? Like, Billy, PUT SOME GODDAMN THOUGHT INTO THESE STUPID PLANS OF YOURS.

Meanwhile, the mother is clued into the fact that Billy is a little bit nuts, and when Tori's car breaks down and Billy has to use her mother's roadside assistance card for help, Tori's mum figures out where they are and goes into full on mum-to-the-rescue mode, like, she will stop at NOTHING, god damn it.

Maybe because she realises that Tori is as useless as tits on a bull?  It's probably that.

And, also, the fucking roadside mechanic guy sees Tori passed out in the front seat of the car looking like a fucking dead person and doesn't question it? COME ON.

So Billy takes Tori back to her mother's cottage, where she wakes up, and then Billy forces her to have sex with him – oh you didn't think we'd get out of this rape-free, did you? – and then she makes her grand escape, but like… all she does is lock him outside and then stand inside with a frying pan for protection, and sure, we've all learned from Tangled that frying pans are excellent weapons, but I don't know. Fucking run or something?

Then he starts chopping down the door with an axe all Jack Nicholson-The Shining style, but she then leaves through the back door and I'm like WHY DIDN’T YOU DO THAT IN THE FIRST PLACE but wtf do I know, and just as she's running away her mum turns up and is yelling her name and even though they're within earshot of each other, Tori doesn't hear her?

But Billy is all, "Hey Mum," and then pushes her down a hill, which was rude. But then he doesn't kill her, which again, I'm like, Billy, my god.  You SUCK AT THIS.

So Tori runs down to the lake and gets in a canoe and starts (excruciatingly slowly) rowing herself out to the middle of the lake, and I was like, what are you doing, Tori, he CAN SWIM, and of course up he pops like fucking Jaws, trying to pull her out of the boat.  For starters, how the fuck did he get all the way to the middle of the lake without her noticing he was in the water?  You're telling me he carefully and quietly swam all the way underneath the water to her boat?  In a lake? He swam all that way under the water without taking a breath?

Maybe he's part merman, I don't know.  It certainly would've improved this movie.

They both end up in the water and he thinks he's effectively drowned her, but spoiler alert, he hasn't, and she's over under the dock, having swum all the way there under the water without taking a breath.  And yes I know it's technically possible, but it was quite a distance, and it just doesn't seem realistic to me that she'd be able to do that.

But then, I don't know her life, do I?  She could have gigantic lungs.

So then she's able to get out the water without him seeing, but of course mum turns up screeching her name, and then he appears out of the water again like the fucking Creature from the Black Lagoon, and Tori bops him twice over the head and just assumes he's dead?

He's not dead, because the last scene of the movie is Billy with long hair and a new girlfriend.

I mean… in terms of it being a shitty made-for-TV-movie with an excellent title that makes me laugh so much, it's a winner.  But everyone is so monumentally stupid, and Tori Spelling is fucking awful.

Still, it made me laugh, so… that's all I ever ask.

IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT:

They remade this in 2016.  This is the poster:

I NEED THIS

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Far Horizons | Hvitserk x reader

[GIF not mine]

✎ Pairing: Hvitserk x reader

✎ Requested by @bellaagates : Giiiirl, maybe some (you can always change it idk this was so random) some Hvitserk where him and the reader were captured and she’s not viking but he kind of doesn’t want to leave her and ends up taking her back with him? and they can’t talk much cause she only knows a little old norse and he knows a little of whatever they called english back then??? but still he feels like she’s special. please tell me if thats scary because i’ll stop lol

✎ A/N: You don’t even understand how many times I’ve started this and always changed it up HAHAHA But I like how it turned out, so yeah! Also, shitty title inspired by Skyrim’s ‘Far Horizons’ (I don’t even know what kind of game it is, but I’m a Skyrim hoe) here you go with a ten-hour version (for your mental sanity)

✎ Warnings: none I think ?

Word-count: 1327

Requests are still open if you’d like to request something ❤ 

As she stopped to catch her breath, she looked back to the place she was leaving behind.

The moon and the stars shone above her, shedding their light on the city she was leaving. Smoke rose from some chimneys, not a single soul in sight. It had never been her home - she had grown up in the countryside, with the sound of waves lapping against the shore coming from a distance, with days spent collecting wood in the woods or helping her father around. She had grown up a farmer, just like her father and his father before him, and had always pictured she would eventually end up marrying one, bearing his children, looking after the cottage, taking care of the animals.

The Northmen had changed everything. They had come, they had made an agreement to have some land to settle down and had started their new life in their new world. Her father had been one of the few to help. He had taught them which herbs could be eaten and which were to avoid, what was the best way to adapt to their new world; he had helped them settle down and build a life. It was a fairytale that wasn’t bound to live long, though: the guards of the King had come and soon the village was burning and kids were screaming and people were dying.

When that had happened, Y/N wasn’t born yet, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t feared for his father, for her family’s well-being. What if that was considered treason? Both in front of the country and God? But years went by, and more siblings were born, and the guards were nowhere to be seen. Until, one day, the idyllic life they had lived crashed down into the ashes their home was soon to turn into.

Her youngest sisters, ‘the twins’ as her mother liked to call them, had been the first to die in the cell next to hers. Her mother had followed, heartbroken and sick and consumed by the half-darkness and the humidity they lived in. Her brother had left a few nights later in the courtyard he had been beaten to death. And her father - that same man she had so much looked up at, the one person braver than death she had loved with all her heart and had respected like a king - had let himself slowly die next to her. His children had died, the love of his life had died, and how could he survive that? How could he keep on living a half-life, not dead and not completely alive? Had he had the chance to go back in time, he would have left the Northmen to die. But didn’t God taught to love one another? Weren’t they taught to give before they received? To help the poor, feed the starved?

Someone pulled her arm, urging her to keep running, and she was suddenly back to reality, ripped out of her memories.

Bells were ringing in the city they were fleeing, men were shouting, getting ready to track the fugitives down. They had been foolish enough to not kill them straight away and were now paying for their mistake.

Y/N still had no idea how she had got out of that cell. She had suddenly been woken up by noise and someone pulling her off the ground, and it had all been a blur of movement and sounds and fear of being caught or of being killed. And then, suddenly, she had found herself in the open air and she was able to breathe the crisp air of the night again.

The Viking she had shared her cell with for a couple of months still held her wrist, pulling her forward, urging her in his language to follow the men that had come to rescue him.

She had got to know him as Hvitserk. When he had been captured, the guards had said him to be the son of that very Viking leader that had come years before for the land and a new life,and had probably hoped for them to kill each other. But Hvitserk had kept on yelling, kicking the door to the cell, unconcerned by the punishment that awaited once their jailer arrived, not even making a move to harm her the way she had expected him to. He had even forbidden their guards to beat her like they used to. Many a time Y/N had wondered where the pagan beast was. Weren’t they coming to burn Christianity to the ashes? Weren’t they bringing their gods with them, ready to impose them to their new subjects? Where was the violence, the blood, the inhuman sacrifices to their gods?

She could barely notice the burning in her lungs, the tiredness in her legs, the bleeding cuts that kept opening on the bare soles of her feet. Her whole world was reduced to his fingers tightly wrapped around her wrist and it expanded in the wind that took off right at that moment, pushing her from behind as if He was letting her go.

When she woke up, her body felt like it was on fire and, at the same time, like it had turned into a rock. Her body slowly swung to one side and to the other, the lapping on waves taking all the pain away. The sky was clear, a gentle breeze was caressing her body, reminding her what it felt like to walk on the shore, the wind in her face while she played with her siblings.

She wondered if that was how death was, how her soul reached Heaven - with calm surrounding her, a gentle breeze reminding her how it felt to be alive.

Her toes curled on their own accord, bliss overtaking her, and she hissed, the cuts that had opened on the run were still there.

“Y/N,” a hoarse voice called and a face hovered over hers - Hvitserk’s. He was smiling, his hair pulled back in a tidy braid, his teeth shining in the sunlight. “Safe,” he smiled, pointing a finger towards her chest and then towards his.

It took her a while for her brain to fully comprehend that word, one of the few she had managed to teach him, but when it did, her body sprang up in a sitting position. When her foggy sight went back to focus, she found that a full ship of men was staring at her. Some were bigger than others, many of them had dark patterns on the skin of their faces, on their naked arms, and all of them had a fiery gaze, one of a beast that refused to be enslaved.

“Home,” Hvitserk said, before moving his hands towards the far horizon, mimicking the movement of a ship across the waves.

“‘Home’?” she repeated, her eyes squinting against the bright light of the sun. Her skin was quickly heating up, and after all those months spent in a cell, it felt both like a blessing and a curse.

“Kattegat,” her old companion added with a smile, leaning back against the side of the ship. He went back to polishing an ax, while a younger man stared at her with curiosity. He asked Hvitserk something in their strange language, head tilted to the side, scorching blue eyes never leaving hers. Hvitserk said something, shrugged his shoulders, shot her another one of his toothy grins and went back to his work.

The first thought that came to her mind was that that was the trip of a lifetime. Yet, she couldn’t help but fear. Maybe it would have been easier to die in that cell. The stories they told about those pagans… What were they going to do to her once docked to their foreign shores? Was she going to be a slave? Was she going to be killed?

“Worry no,” Hvitserk smiled again, sensing her fear, bumping his shoulder against hers. “Home.”

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Barista in Love (extract, Ch. 1+2/13)

Barista in Love (Day6)

Chapter  1

You were sitting in your favorit restaurante, the sun was shining and it was a beautiful day. You really enjoyed your day off and couldn't wait to spent some time relaxing on your 3-day-weekend. Suddenly your peacful toughts got disturbed by a yelling woman. 

"You're so clingy I can't take it anymore. I have an important job. You're not worth my time!"

"But i love you! I just want you to spend some time with me insteed of working 24/7! You're so fucking selfish!"

"Selfish? I just want to fullfill my dreams by working my ass off. I love my job! I'm better than you, you just chase after a dream you can never fullfill!"

"I will never stop dreaming and I know very well that you love your fucking job more than you do love me!"

"Yes I do!"

He looked, at his now exgirlfriend I guess, in total shock. He probably tought she would deny his offend. You just couldn't take it anymore, that conversation was just to similar to the one you had with your exboyfriend. He never understood or supported you but you would have done everything for him. You really wanted to help that poor guy so you decided to speak up.

You walked over to the fighting couple and shouted angry: "How can you say he isn't worth your time? You really think your god damn job is more importent than a loved one?"

The guy blushed, he definitly didn't expect someone would defend him. "Who do you think you are? Do you know her Jae?"

You didn't let him answer and said instead: "No he doesn't know me but I consider myself a friendly person and I just couldn't help it I had to say something. You're such an ugly person!"

"You call me ugly? I'm an actress bitch!"

"I was talking about your personality you stupid cunt."

You rolled your eyes and turnt around, you graped Jae's wrist and pulled him with you. "Hey what are you doing?" He wasn't complaining he was just curiously asking but you didn't answer him.

"Where you two think you're going!? Jae? JAE? Hmpf.." She left in a different direction.

"Hey.. hey slow down." He stopped you and looked at you confused.

"Thanks but who the hell are you?" ~he grin.

You blushed, still holding his arm "Hi, ähm I'm [Y/N], I guess you are Jae.." 

He laught "Yup, that's me... Sooo [Y/N] why did you help me?" He tilted his head looking at you with warm darkbrown eyes and a gentle smile. You just stared at him for a second, he was kinda attractiv.. ok maybe not kind of... maybe more like hella good looking! He suddenly waved his hand in front of your face. "Hello, earth to [Y/N], you there?" 

"Oh yes, sorry.. What where you saying?" Your cheeks were as red as a tomato.

"Why did you help me? That's the only thing I asked." He scratched the back of his head in confusion.

"I just had to, I know how it feels to get left behind by your loved one..." You looked down at the ground, still feeling the pain, after almost a year... Your grip on his wrist broke loose and you turnt away.

"It was nice meeting you, glad I could help. Bye." 

He just stood there, he didn't move, at least you couldn't hear any footsteps. You walked faster, you didn't know where to go because your flat was located in the other direction but you couldn't just turn back and pass by him again. Lost in your thoughts you notice someone running towards you. Damn it... You spun around, without lifting your head and wanted to say something but you couldn't because you got smacked on the ground. You looked into Jae's shocked face. He quickly got up from you and held his hand to you. You graped it and he pulled you up on your feet.

"Oh my god, I'm so fucking sorry. You suddenly stopped walking and I couldn't stop myself that fast.." He laught a beautiful laugh... God damit what are you thinking [Y/N] you don't even know him... You sighed in annoyment and rolled your eyes.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked, that was stupid. Gotta go..."

You snaped out and looked at him walking away. You graped him by his shoulder.

"Sorry what did you ask?" He looked in disbelief at you..

"Girl you are weird... do you ever listen when people talk to you?" You blushed again... You should definitly try listening this time..

"OK, one more time. I just wanted to know if you want to grap a coffee and talk a little bit. I want to thank you properly so the drink is on me." He frowned. You felt so bad for him that you made him repeat himself.. for the second time.

"Sure I would love that." You smiled from ear to ear. His eyes widend and he smiled happy. He hooked his arm under yours and started walking. 

"You know a good café?" 

"Yes, I know the perfect one." You lead him towards the best café in town. The one you were working at.

Chapter 2

As you opend the door you hear the familiar ringing sound of the little bell over the door. You spottet your coworkers Chanhyuk and Ailee behind the bar. You smiled at them.

"[Y/N]? What are you doing here. It's your day off." Ailee shouted through the whole room.

All eyes were on you. You just shook your head while you laughed. 

"I'm her as a customer today." You nodded your head to Jae to signalise you weren't alone. Ailee raised her brows two times giving you a smirk. You laught to yourself as you set down at a table near the big glass front.

"You work her?"

"Yup. Told you I'll bring you to the best café in town." You stick out your tongue.

"You know, this café is actually quite near to my university."

"Oh you go to the Art University? What's your major?"

"Music." He said super cheerful. You could her and feel how much he must love music.

"So what do you two cuties want to drink?" Chanhyuk asked smirking at you two.

"Mh what's good her?"

"I'll take my favorite and bring him just a moccacino."

Chanhyuk came 5 minutes later with your drink. Jae and you talked over so many things, where you were born, your parents, his sisters and your non-existing siblings, what your hobbies are, favorit food and all those little things. But your big topic was music. You learnt that he plays the guitar and he likes to sing and rap but he can't dance. You two made a deal, you would show him some dance moves when he teaches you how to play the guitar. You always wanted to play an instrument but you never got the chance to learn it; you thought it would go well with your singing. You two exchanged your phonenumbers and said goodbye but....

"OK that's awkward, seems like we live in the same direction."

"To be honest, I just didn't know were to go. I mean I lived together with Suzy and it just happend that I choose to go into this direction."

"Oh.. can you stay with a friend or something?"

"Yes, I'm just calling my best friend Haru, she always helps me." He took his phone out while he still walks beside you.

"Dammit my battery run out.." You hold your phone under his nose.

"Use mine, dumbass." He dialed the number.

"So you already got a nickname for me?" He lifted his left eyebrow. Befor you could answer, you hear him talking to Haru. You started thinking again.. Suzy... you feel like you heard that name befor... but you just couldn't remember quite where.. You felt Jae graping your hand and pulling you to him, you looked at him with wide eyes.

"Fuck [Y/N] you wanna die or something!?" He screamed at you and you just realised then that you were about to step onto the street although the traffic light for pedestians were red. You stuttered a 'thank you' and graped tight to his arm. Jae stroke your back and handed your phone back to you.

"And did Haru say yes?"

"Yup, I'll take the next bus and drive to her."

"That's great."

You two crossed the road and you took him to the bus stop. You said goodbye another time and you left to go to your apartment. You let yourself in and undress yourself on the way to your bedroom.

"What a day, I never thought people actually still meet outside the internet. Never thought I would meet someone out in "the real world". OK I mean like we aren't a thing or something like that but he is cute and I really want to see him again. Ahhhhh I can't wait to get guitar lessons from hin, I hope I can concentrate when he is around.. god damit what should I wear? Fuck how old am I? 14?.... Dammit I should stop with those self talks. Yup better stop...... AND I'm still talking to myself."

You rolled your eyes and laught at yourself. You pluged your phone in, graped your PJ's and go to the bathroom to take a shower. When you got out of the shower you heared your phone ringing. You jumped through your apartmant and looked at your phone. It was Ailee, you picked up.

"Hiiiii giiiirl. Soooo who the hell was that good looking guy you were with!? You HAVE to tell me EVERYTHING!!!!!"

"Yes hello to you too Ailee. His name is Jae and I just met him. I don't know much about him but I'm going to meet him again." 

"YAAAAAAAAAS bitch it was about damn time you get yourself a man!"

"Dammit Ailee I told you I just met him!"

"Doesn't matter I saw the look in your eyes, you like him and I'm happy about that. I thought after Kyungsoo you're never ever going to find a guy again."

"Could you please not start that topic, I really don't want to talk about him..."

"Sure, my bad sorry. Hey my shift is over in an hour how about me coming over with a pizza, ice cream and we watch a movie?"

"That sounds like a very good idea!"

"Okidoke see you in a bit."

"See ya."

You hang up and watched at the clock. 6pm. Okidoke got some time. You cleaned your apartmant a little bit and collect the clothes you had left on the floor. Suddenly your phone rang again.

"What now Ailee?" You asked fake annoyed.

"Sorry to disappoint you but it's me, Jae."

"Oh hi, no problem, what's up?"

"Just wanted to know if you got time tomorrow and if you're willed to do me a favor?"

"Sure anything." You said way to quick and silently face palmed yourself. You hear him laugh.

"Nice, I want to pick up my stuff from Suzy and I would love if you could come with me, as my accomplice."

"Haha sure, that's totaly my thing." You said sarcastic.

"Great I'll text you again tomorrow."

"OK, till tomorrow. Good night."

"Night?" You hang up. 

"Motherf-ing god what iS WRONG WITH YOU [Y/N]!?????!?!?! Good night? It's just half past 6!!! Argh!" You just felt like you're a teen again... blushing over a crush... You don't even really know him... but he is sooooo cute.... You need to stop thinking about it at least you have to try.

Later you enjoyed the movie night with Ailee and you two started gossiping over old school friends and customers. You kinda missed those "girl nights" since your break up with Kyungsoo you'd pushed your friends away but you definitly wouldn't do that anymore. At 11pm Ailee said good night and left, with a full belly you got into your bed and drifted off to a cozy sleep.

[god7072therescue]

Giiiirl congrats on your mystic messenger blog!!! 😄 So excited to see more of your work! 😄 For my ask, what do you think the RFA guys + Minor Duo would do if they found MC's diary? 😂 Would they read it? And if they do, how would they react to her entries about them? 😉

Hey!! Thank you so much!!! I will definitely do this becauseit sounds hilarious!! Thanks so much for the request!!! So I am going to startout with Vanderwood because he does not get enough love

Warning!! I picture Vanderwood cusses a lot sooo profanityahead!!

MC was not around the apartment on “Thanksgiving” becauseshe needed to visit some of her family in the states

Her family isn’t even from America, why did they even needto to celebrate that with her

Why not Christmas??

He felt anxious not being able to come home to an apartmentwith her waiting for him

Is this how MC felt when he went on missions for weeks?

Goddamn it he missed her

The good night calls were not enough

The random selfies she sent just made him want her backmore.

He did this to himself, he told her he didn’t want to gobecause he is not supposed to exist.

He let her go to another country without him because he wasscared to meet her family of his fucking pride

Ever since he met her while dealing with seven’s bullshit hehad seen what kind of danger this girl could manage to get into

She went to an apartment because a stranger asked herpolitely

Hell, she decided to get involved with him.

That says enough about her lack of self preservation

Vanderwood, get a fucking grip

To keep his mind off of thinking about her, he cleaned theapartment

He hated to admit it, but that was one of the only thingsthat eased his anxiety when MC wasn’t home

he made a point to clean the entire apartment beforeentering his room because he knew there would be traces of her everywhere

he managed to avoid the bedroom half of the day until hefinally couldn’t avoid it any longer

He stood in the entrance and observed how her clothes werehaphazardly strewn all over the floor, her belongings were scattered all ofthe room

When the hell did he become alright living in a room thiscluttered?

its only because its her clutter and you know it, Vanderwood

He grimaces to himself then exits the room to go stand onthe balcony on his apartment to smoke a cigarette before he even attempted toclean his room

He blew out a puff of smoke as he looked through thedifferent selfies she had sent him

he found himself smiling to himself when he noticed she had one of his shirts on

Jesus Christ, Vanderwood you got it bad

He noticed that he is smiling like an idiot at his phone sohe shoved it into his back pocket immediately and put his cigarette out to goand clean his damn room

he walked inside the room and got to work

Oh

My

God

Strands of MC’s hair were EVERYWHERE

How in the hell are they all over his clothes???

He sighs to himself and keeps cleaning, making note tohimself to get five lint rollers from the store the next time he went

Towards the evening, he’s finally done with the majority ofthe room

All he needed to do is organize his closet

He looked over to window and noticed that it was dark outside

he looked out of his bedroom door to the kitchen to where hewould typically see her dancing as she cooked to obnoxious music

the silence was deafening

he took his phone out of his pocket to go to a playlist shemade on his phone when they first starting dating

he pressed play and set it on his dresser while he put hishair up into a pony tail because he could feel his hair sticking to the back ofhis neck from sweating so damn much

He began to organize his nightmare of a closet and found anotebook hiding under a mound of MC’s hoodies

He picked the notebook up curiously and fliped through thepages swiftly, wondering what in the hell the notebook is

He noticed the hand writing is MC’s chicken scratch so heopened it to a random page to actually identify what in the hell she could bewriting in the notebook

He opened it up to a random page towards the middle of thenotebook, he saw that there is a date at the top from about a month before

What in the hell? Was this her diary???

“I’m afraid I’m not going to be worth having around anymore.He may get tired of feeling like he always has to protect me..”

What is the fuck is this shit??

He continued to skim through the pages even though he knows it’san invasion of privacy and gets more and more pissed as he skims through

What the fuck?? How could she think that about herself??

She’s one of the only people who’s presence he enjoyed

How could she feel this way about herself..?

It’s because you neglect her and you know it

He clenched his teeth at the thought and cannot believe whathe is reading because she can go from being self deprecating to speaking of herlove for him

What in the hell did he do to deserve all of this love?

He got to a certain entry which is about a dream she hadabout him, one of where he didn’t hold any of his inhibitions back

Vanderwood could feel the reddening in his cheeks as hecontinued to read through her surprisingly detailed dream of how he dominated her in bed

Vanderwood calm the fuck down;;;;

He decided to go to the balcony and light up anothercigarette to try and take his mind off of the mental image of MC writhingunderneath him in his bed

He continued to read through the diary and noticed the lastentry was the day before she left to go and visit her family

“I understand why he cannot come and I know what I agreedto. I understand that Vanderwood and I can never have a normal relationship andwe could be in hiding for however long he wants. Hell, we could never getmarried if he doesn’t want to.”

Vanderwood’s cigarette fell from his mouth as he continued reading MC’s true feelings about the man she decided to be with for the rest ofher life

“But sometimes, I wish he could let his inhibitions go. I wishhe could top being so reserved with me and actually tell me that he likes Italianfood or tell me that he like it when I wear that red dress!”

How in the hell did MC know that???

Because she loves you, dumbass

“But even if the man never even tells me he loves me, I knowhe does and I will stay by him. Even if we can only find our happiness in our littleapartment. That’s all I need.”

Vanderwood slammed the diary closed and stepped on the cigaretteto put it out

MC deserved better than this.

It was about damn time for Vanderwood to man up and takeresponsibility to show MC exactly how he felt about her.

Vanderwood needed MC to know he fucking worshipped the ground she walked on.

What if he left for a mission and never came back?

He went to his room and took out a suitcase to throw enoughpairs of clothes to last for a week.

He bought a plane ticket that was the fastest one to where she was, no matter the cost

It was time MC realized how important she was to him

And he was going to grow a pair and fucking showit

First step: meet the parents.

Sooooo I’m thinking is going to have a part 2!! I hope you enjoy it!!