#i trust myself not to fuck it up. i trust myself.

[crazydznutz]

My chocolate chip cookies are very loved so allow me to share my secret

I just follow whatever the fuck cookie recipe I know the person generally likes. Like someone who loves Crumbl cookies will get a Crumbl copycat recipe. Someone who loves those tollhouse cookies will get that copycat recipe. Doesn't matter. Here's what does:

- Cream the fuck out of that butter and sugar. That shit needs to look like its own substance, like the butter and sugar have 100% become cream

- Vary the kind of chocolate you use. Lidl and Aldi are cheap and they also have European chocolate that doesn't have milk powder in it. I like to get some chunks, some morsels, some chocolate bars that I cut up myself, and maybe sometimes even the tried and true chips. I also like to vary the intensity. Maybe some semi-sweets and some dark chocolate. Maybe some milk chocolate. Maybe some white chocolate depending on who it's for.

- Just fucking wing it with the amount of salt you add. I usually end up adding more than a recipe calls for because salt is very important to bringing out flavor. Also adding some course seasalt on top right before or after baking will add some texture and also a very delicious change in flavor

- Wing it with the vanilla too. Bitches love vanilla. Add a little bit of almond extract in there too. Trust me. It adds something.

- Add some espresso powder if whoever you're making it for is fine with it. Adds some nice delicious brown earthy flavor to it. Coffee powder is probably also good but I have a caffeine addiction and one day the grocery store had a wild sale on espresso powder so now we have unlimited jars (pro tip: these are also good for reusing to put easy homemade jams or overnight oats in. Never throw out a good glass jar)

- Wing it just a little bit with the sugar. Don't be doubling up on sugar or you will fuck that recipe up. But over scoop it a little, bitches love a little extra sugar

- Chill your dough! I don't have the executive function to chill overnight but I give it thirty minutes or an hour or something and set a timer and go do some chores and come back to it. Usually I just clean the kitchen or collect and run the laundry and make some tea

- If you're rich and fancy as fuck and have one of those kitchen torches do that for a smokey flavor. Or if you're rich but don't feel like being fancy, buy me one because I really want to blowtorch my cookie while saying "you gotta flambé it" in a Jake the dog impression

These rules generally apply to other cookies as well but there's a lot of cookies out there so there's probably many exceptions

[ditzydoe444]

I JS TOUGHT OF SMT OMFG.

what about Jason accidentally hurting the reader while yk,and he feels bad af.

also,can I be 🐦‍⬛,if it's not taken😔

MDNI 18+

a/n: added anon!!

“j-jay,” you moaned as he thrusted into you, your legs on his shoulders whilst he gripped your hips roughly, leaving marks.

everything was going well, he was hitting all of your sweet spots whilst you got closer to your orgasm, but all of a sudden his grip got too tight. he was sucking onto your neck, leaving marks and small bites until he went too hard. you’ve already came a few times, your folds all swollen and puffy leaking with his cum from before.

“that hurts jay,” you whined softly as you bit your lip, instinctively pulling your neck away from him whilst you rubbed the swore spot.

jason snapped out of his daze, a small frown on his face when he realised what he had done. “fuck, sorry baby,” he whispered as he softly kissed your forehead, pulling out of you and placing you against the pillows to examine you.

“i should’ve controlled myself better,” he mumbled as he gently caressed your cheek, you were worn out, cheeks flushed and your chest rising as you panted.

guilt filled his chest, this was something that was suppose to make both of you feel good, and now instead he pushed too far. “i’ll go grab a towel to up you up,” he said softly as he headed to the bathroom.

aftercare with jason was always something you looked forward to, despite how rough sex was, he always made sure to be tender and caring with you after.

jason tried to hurry the feeling of guilt, ir was an accident and he didn’t have bad intentions. you were over stimulated and it just happened, but he couldn’t stop the gnawing feeling in his stomach.

“jay, it’s not your fault,” you mumbled as you traced his strong bicep when you snuggled closer, placing your head on his shoulder.

“i know, but i still feel bad you know?”

jason was always worried he was going to hurt you unintentionally, he always thought that he was some sort of wild dog that could be tamed for so long until an accident out of his control happened.

though all his worries drifted away when he saw you sleeping in his arms, this was the most vulnerable side of you, and you trusted him enough to see it.

[ariestrxsh]

dealer!chris x dealer!reader

💸 content warning: smut/angst (in later chapters; this one's mostly just suggestive), mentions of masturbation, mentions of hard drugs and guns, enemies to lovers, slow burn

💸 summary: you and chris set aside your differences to join forces and close on a sweet deal with a local supplier.

there will be several parts to this story, and they will contain sex, drugs, violence, use of weapons, and a lot of things that could be triggering if you've ever been apart of the drug world or loved someone with an addiction. i don't mean to glorify drug use, selling, or anything like that, but i wanted this story to be realistic, so it does appear like a somewhat "glamorous" lifestyle to chris and the reader in the first few parts. i want to make it very clear that when you get involved in the drug world in real life, you usually end up in one of two places: the ground or prison.

WHEN SPARKS FLY

chapters: | intro | 1 | 2 |

You and Chris rode in your silver Honda Accord through the rainy streets, following all the laws, using your turn signals, and driving the speed limit. Not because you were law-abiding citizens but because you had about twelve bricks of the city's finest coke stashed in a suitcase in your trunk.

"So, what now? We go bag this shit?" Chris asked, fidgeting with one of his rings. "I mean, I'm not doing anything tonight. Are you?" You asked, your eyes darting over at the boy slouched down in his seat beside you. He shook his head and shrugged.

"Let's go back to my place. I'll make coffee, and we can stay up tonight bagging. Tomorrow we start selling," you suggested, glancing into your rearview and fixing your gaze back on the car in front of you.

"You know, you're a pretty established dealer. Pretty high up there. What do you go on your own runs for, ma? I'm sure you could pay someone to do it," Chris wondered, hoping he could be a candidate for the job.

"I don't need help, Chris," you shook your head. "I didn't say you need it. I'm just wondering why you don't," he clarified.

"I like to do shit myself, Chris. It keeps me busy, it makes me more money, and if I'm the one doing it, I know it's getting done efficiently. Why would I pay someone to dip into my stash and give product away to their friends behind my back?" You shrugged.

"Damn, ma. You got trust issues," Chris shook his head. "Don't you?" You inquired, peering over at Chris. "Nah, I don't think so," Chris replied, staring out his window at the falling rain.

"You're telling me you've been in this business for how long, and you've never been fucked over?" You narrowed your eyes at him. "Nah, I haven't," Chris mumbled. "Then someone's fucking you over, and you don't know about it," you dryly responded.

"Damn, ma. That's not a very bright outlook, but if that's how you wanna be," Chris shook his head. "I'm just being realistic," you shrugged. "Who hurt you?" Chris asked, sounding somewhat genuine with his question.

"Wouldn't you like to know? I'm not playing this twenty questions shit. We're not having a heart-to-heart right now, alright? We're just doing business," you rolled your eyes, putting up your defenses.

"That's fine, ma. I don't mind when they're tough to crack," Chris joked with a playfulness in his tone, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

The two of you drove silently through the slick streets back to your place where you unloaded the heavy suitcase. You started a pot of coffee, the smell of the medium-roast brew drifting through the air as you started to take off your blazer, kick off your heels, and unstrap your gun.

"I'll be right back. I'm going to go change," you declared, making your way to the bottom of the staircase. You reached around to try to unzip your dress, but it didn't budge. "Shit," you whispered, fidgeting with the stuck zipper.

"Need help?" Chris asked you, starting to walk towards you. "No, I got it," you told him, but you didn't have it, and you were still struggling. "C'mon, ma. You don't have to do everything yourself all the time," Chris chuckled, coming up behind you.

You felt silly. Earlier, you were bragging about how you didn't need anyone, and now you were being humbled by a piece of metal that was stuck on a thread from your dress.

Chris fiddled with it for a few minutes. "Got it," Chris said as you heard the slow ziiip as it came undone.

He tried to remain professional about it, but he found himself nearly holding his breath as his eyes traveled to the curve of your back and how pretty your skin looked in the soft, dim lighting.

Suddenly, his phone started to vibrate, pulling him out of the trance you unknowingly held him in. He let go of your zipper, and his hand flew to his phone that was in his pocket.

"Who's that?" You asked, peeking at him from over your shoulder. A pang of guilt about how he'd been looking at you all night surged through him as he peered down at his screen. "My girlfriend," Chris replied, glancing back up at you.

You pulled your gaze away from his. A very small part of you felt a little jealous and hurt because you'd thought Chris had been flirting with you all night.

"Don't tell her too many details about our deal tonight. The fewer people that know the names, locations, and prices, the better," you told him, and he nodded at you.

"Hey, baby. I'm gonna be stuck at work pretty late tonight. No, don't wait up for me," he told her as you started ascending the stairs. "I know, I know," you heard his voice take on a more sultry tone.

"I know. I bet you miss my cock so much right now, don't you, baby?" Chris cooed into the phone, his voice sounding further and further away as you got closer to your room. You scoffed and rolled your eyes at his vulgarity.

You shut your door behind you, slipping your straps off your shoulders and letting the fabric drop to the floor. You unhooked your bra and let out a sigh of relief as it fell, joining your dress that laid at your feet. You tossed them into the hamper and slipped into sweatpants and a sweater.

Your eyes danced across Chris' jeans, his shirt, and his hoodie that were thrown into a pile next to your bed. You couldn't help but kind of like the idea of Chris' clothes littering your bedroom floor, but you tried to push that thought out of your mind upon learning that he was dating someone and upon remembering that you totally hated him.

You threw your hair up in a bun and started back out your door to let Chris know he could use your room to change now. You stood at the top of the stairs as Chris' voice came back into earshot.

"I know, baby. Pretend your fingers are mine, alright? C'mon. Be a good girl and cum all over them for me," you heard Chris say into the phone in your living room. Your jaw fell open, your breath caught in your throat, and your hand flew up to cover your mouth.

You felt your body temperature rise as you slowly descended the steps, listening while he talked her through it. You knew Chris self-reportedly knew how to talk to people, but you didn't know it extended to the bedroom, too.

You felt a slickness between your thighs as Chris' seductive voice danced through the air. You tiptoed down your stairs, peeking over the banister at Chris, who was sitting on your couch, legs splayed out, gently caressing the bulge in his pants while he spoke to his girlfriend.

Your eyes widened, and you pulled back before Chris could see you. You took a deep breath and cleared your throat before descending the stairs the rest of the way. Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw Chris jump a bit.

"Sorry, baby. I gotta go. Gotta get back to work. I'll come over once I'm done. I love you," he told her before hastily hanging up. Chris leaned forward on your couch, placing both his elbows on his knees, and interlocking his fingers to hide how hard he was.

It wasn't very often that men made you lose your composure, but as your gaze met Chris', you hoped he wouldn't notice your flushed expression.

"You can go change out of that corny ass suit if you want. Room's all yours," you casually told him. "Thanks, ma," he said, getting up quickly and darting up your stairs, hoping you didn't overhear his phone conversation.

Chris stepped into your room, shedding the layers of the suit that was too big for him, and he climbed back into the clothes he started off in, making sure to tuck his erection into the waistband of his boxers. He neatly folded the suit over the back of your chair before departing from your room and heading back down the steps.

He found you in the kitchen, pouring two mugs of hot, black drip coffee, steam rising into the air as you emptied the pot. Your eyes rose up to meet his again, and you gave him a subtle smile.

"So, what's your girlfriend like?" You asked, trying to sound nonchalant about it as you handed him the dark blue ceramic mug that was filled nearly to the brim. Chris nodded, silently thanking you for the beverage as he took it from you.

"Her name is Daisy. She's a very sweet person. She's affectionate. She's understanding. She cooks and cleans," Chris told you, smiling to himself. You could tell he was really in love with her by the way he spoke about her. "She gives great head," Chris added.

"Gross!" You exclaimed, rolling your eyes and giving Chris a look of disgust. "You almost had me. You almost had me thinking you were a romantic."

"I am a romantic. I always return the favor," he cracked a smug grin in your direction as he said it. You scoffed in annoyance. "How long have you guys been together?" You wondered. You placed both your hands around your coffee mug, enjoying the heat it provided and taking a long sip.

"About six months," he responded after counting on his fingers and thinking about it for a second. "She know you sell?" You wondered, raising an eyebrow. Chris sighed and shook his head.

"Chris," you said sternly, setting your cup down on your marble counter top. "You can't keep something like that from her. That's not fair," you told him, looking him dead in the eye.

"I know. But it's either I keep it from her, or I have her worrying about me all the time," Chris replied, scanning your expression for some kind of understanding. "If you knew her, you'd know why I made the decision I did to keep it from her."

"No, Chris. She might worry about you, but she has a right to. This is a dangerous business. What if you get raided when she's over at your place? What if someone robs you? What if you get arrested and she doesn't know until she sees your mugshot?" You said, raising your voice.

Chris was silent. He hadn't considered any of those scenarios until the words left your mouth.

"This business is dangerous, Chris. Everyone around you is subject to the risk," you reminded him, running your fingers along the letters of your name engraved into the mug in front of you.

"So, that's why you don't ever get close to anyone, huh, ma?" Chris smugly suggested, reading you like a book. "You don't know me," you scoffed, narrowing your gaze and folding your arms across your chest.

"When's the last time you dated anyone?" Chris asked, raising an eyebrow. "Stop trying to psychoanalyze me, and let's bag this shit," you angrily huffed, picking up your drink and pushing past him. "You got it, ma," Chris agreed, nearly spilling his coffee as you shoulderchecked him.

You unzipped the suitcase, revealing the neatly organized bricks of white powder and perfectly stacked cash. You picked up a $10,000 bundle and handed it to Chris, but before you let go of it, you gave him a serious look.

"Chris, don't go spending this on anything. Got it? This is part of our reup money after we sell all this."

In most cases, you wouldn't have even given it to him, yet, but it was a test. It was great that Chris could talk to people and get you discounted deals, but you had to make sure he was good with his money.

"Don't worry, ma. I know what I'm doing," Chris said with a sly smirk, but you didn't take people for their word. You watched their actions.

"First things first, I'm always testing my shit," you said, pulling a test kit out of a drawer. You pulled out a switch blade and made just the tiniest slit in the plastic wrap around the brick.

"I just get out the tiniest bit, and I'm gonna mix it with this solution here, and based off what color it turns, it'll tell us exactly what we have. Whether it's pure coke, whether it's cut with something," you taught him, holding the test tube up to eye level. "It usually doesn't take too long. Ah, look at that. Bright blue. It's pure," you said, smiling.

"Miles tried to sell me bunk shit once, but I told him what's up, and now he only sells me pure shit. He knows we'd have a problem if he tried to give me anything less. I still check anyway," you mentioned, glancing over at the blue-eyed boy to your left who was mesmerized by you.

He loved the way you looked like some kind of sexy chemist or badass drug lord, and it was undeniably turning him on a bit. He watched and listened intently, soaking up all the knowledge you bestowed upon him.

"Alright, Chris. When I'm bagging, I usually do it in fairly small quantities, and then I take those bundles and put them together. So, we want all the small baggies in a pile, and we want it to add up to a kilo, so it's very important we only break open one brick at a time," you told him, reaching into a drawer and pulling out a bunch of little plastic ziploc bags.

"I don't like to count things a million times, so we're gonna make piles of ten. We're weighing out mostly eight balls, and we use the scale every time. No eyeballing shit," you stated, handing him a stack of bags.

"Yes, ma. You know, you teaching me all this, it's kind of sexy," Chris admitted, peering over at you. You rolled your eyes and stared back at him. "You shouldn't be saying that kind of shit when you have a girlfriend who's laying in bed waiting for you right now while you're out bagging up drugs she doesn't know anything about," you replied coldly, raising an eyebrow.

"Damn, ma. It's just a little playful flirting. I think intention matters, and I'm not trying to actually do anything about it," Chris shrugged, scooping an eight ball into the tiny square bag. "Intention matters, but so does perception. What if I liked it?" You asked, weighing out your bundle.

"You do," Chris smirked, looking over at you. "No, I don't," you dryly answered. "I'm just saying, you flirt like a single man. It gives off the wrong impression. Leads people on," you replied.

"What? You gonna fall for me, ma?" Chris nudged you in the leg with his. You just rolled your eyes, not even dignifying his accusation with a response.

The two of you continued to weigh out the powder, methodically organizing it the same way you always did. Despite the thrills and everyday excitement that came with being a dealer, these were the times you really looked forward to - the mundane.

This is where you felt most relaxed, sitting on your couch with a cup of coffee at the end of the day, just counting, your heart, beating at a resting rate, and your mind, temporarily free of worry.

It was almost nice to have company - even if your company was a former enemy who you weren't sure if you could trust yet. It just felt nice to have someone that could bask in the silence with you while the rest of the world slept soundly.

"Wow. Is it really that time already?" Chris asked, peering over at the analog clock on your wall that read 2 a.m. You yawned and took a sip of your coffee before rubbing your tired eyes. "Time flies when you're having fun," you dryly replied, stretching your arms above your head.

"I should probably head out. I told my girl I'd stay over at her place tonight," Chris responded, glancing down at his phone to see if he had any missed texts. "I can drive you," you offered. "No, I can't let you do that. Look at how tired you are," Chris declined, getting up from your couch.

"Trust me, Chris. It's safer if I drive you. Neighborhoods around here can be sketchy at night," you warned him, gesturing towards the bundle of cash he'd made from the deal. "Ah, you got a point, ma," Chris smirked at you, reconsidering your offer.

"You know, if you're gonna be my partner in crime, you gotta be smarter," you joked, reaching for your keys. Chris followed you out the door, stepping out into the stormy weather.

Your heavy eyelids struggled to stay open as you fixed your gaze on the freshly paved road. The soothing vibration of your tires driving over the smooth asphalt almost made it harder for you to stay awake.

The two of you rode in silence, Chris tapping away on his phone and looking up every few minutes to direct you down different side streets.

You rolled to a stop underneath a flickering streetlight when you pulled up to Daisy's house, a single light bulb lighting up her doorstep. She always left the porch light on and the door unlocked for Chris when she knew he would be coming over late after work.

"Hey," you stopped him before he stepped out of the car. "Thank you for tonight. I'm really impressed with what you did back there with the deal and everything. Plus, we bagged up the product in half the time that it would have taken me to do it myself," you told him.

"Told you I could be valuable to you, ma. Thanks for giving me a chance, and thank you for the ride," he said, cracking a smile. "Yeah, of course, and thanks for the company. It was.. nice," you shrugged, fiddling with the gear shifter.

His stare lingered on your lips for a second before flickering back up to your eyes, and you swore he was about to lean in and kiss you, but his eyes darted straight ahead, and his hand flew up to the door handle. "Night, ma," he murmured, gently easing your car door open and stepping back out into the drizzling rain that was finally letting up.

You got about half a block before you heard the vibration of your phone in your cup holder. Chris' contact information appeared on your screen. Thinking he must have left something in your car, you picked up and slowed your speed, preparing to turn around. "Chris?" You said into the speaker.

"Hey, ma. I just wanted to stay on the phone with you and keep you up until you get back home. You looked pretty tired," Chris quietly answered. "You didn't have to do that," you replied.

"I know, but I could never forgive myself if you didn't make it back safe, ma," Chris replied, still standing outside on Daisy's porch and staring up at the clouds that were passing over the moon. You couldn't help but to smile at his words. It felt nice to have someone care about you. "Plus, I wouldn't know what to do with all this coke if you croaked," he added.

There it was. Every time Chris said something somewhat endearing, he always ruined it by following it up with something perverted or vile. "Gee, thanks, Chris," you sarcastically murmured.

"What are you gonna do when you get home, ma?" Chris casually asked. "I'm probably gonna pass out the second my head hits the pillow," you said, straightening your back and rapidly blinking your eyes to refocus them. "How about you?"

"Probably smoke a joint. Maybe jerk off," he casually admitted, shrugging his shoulders and putting a hand in his pocket.

"Well, you're just an open book, aren't you?" You replied, your heart racing as you pictured him with a pleasured look on his face, pumping his fist around his cock. "I mean, you asked, and I have nothing to hide," Chris replied.

After a moment of silence, his voice came through again. "You're imagining it, aren't you?" A smirk crept into his expression. "What? Gross. I-I'm not. No," you defensively responded, his assumption catching you off guard.

"Relaaax, ma. I'm fucking with you," Chris chuckled. You rolled your eyes as you cranked the steering wheel, turning onto your street. "Well, Chris. Have fun with that. I'm about to pull into my driveway. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

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[gotta-winwin]

(🐍) ... minghao x reader

⭐ starring: minghao

💌 genre/wc: angst, light fluff / 1.2k

💬 preview: you stumble across old records from a damaged diary that seems to hold the conversations between a student and a boy living within the pages.

tw/cw: slytherin!minghao x hufflepuff!reader, diary format, spoliers for the chamber of secrets, needs previous knowledge of hp lore, abstract death, tom riddle appearance

🪽fic rating: pg

☁️ masterlist & a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for weeks and i'm putting it out in hopes of giving myself some time to work on other stuff hehe. this one's a bit experimental with the format but hope you all enjoy!

p.s thank you so much to @ylangelegy and @diamonddaze01 for beta reading !

hello. fifth year slytherin, here. i found this journal lying in one of the professor’s cupboards - long abandoned, it seems. it looks to contain the mad ramblings of two people, conversing through the pages. i cannot seem to figure out who this once belonged to, pages have been torn out and blurred by water - so i’m writing in hopes another student might. 

read it, and let me know if anything comes to mind. 

if i have to sit through another class with professor bins, i will avada myself. 

finally, something worth replying to. your class notes are utterly boring. 

WHAT THE FUCK THE BOOK SPEAKS

…yes, i speak. 

go away. you’re speaking over my class notes. 

they weren’t good notes anyways. barely competent. abysmally below average. 

i cannot believe i’m being insulted by a book right now.

i cannot believe my pristine pages are being vandalized by an incompetent student, yet here we are. 

mr. book, 

what. 

shut up.

mr. book,

what is it now, incompetent student? 

can you write my notes for me. pls pls pls i will owe you for life.

that is a very dangerous game to play. 

my hand hurts. and you keep saying you’re so smart. write my notes for me.

what house are you in?

hufflepuff. why? 

no. i will not write your notes for you. 

bro. 

what is a bro ?? 

you know what, never mind. i’ll write them myself. i hope the ink drowns you. 

incompetent student  hufflepuff girl y/n?? respond to me now. 

yes, book?

MY NAME IS NOT BOOK 

you refused to tell me your name so i’m sticking with book. mr. book. 

can you go to the dungeon bathroom and check one of the faucets for me. 

uh. why? 

because i said so. 

i’m going to waterboard your pages.

you’re quite snappy for a hufflepuff. just go check. 

say please.

no. 

i’m holding a cup of water above you right now.  hello? mr. book?

please. check the faucets. 

see? wasn’t so difficult. i’ll go now.

minghao. 

what? 

my name. stop calling me mr. book

MINGHAOOO

what. 

i’m bored. 

silly girl. and what am i supposed to do about that?

tell me about yourself. when were you at hogwarts? 

a long time ago. 

psh. of course i know that. 

professor bins was still alive when he taught me. just as boring, trust me. 

ooo what else? who were your friends? anyone famous? 

i wouldn’t know. i never graduated. 

what? 

the faucet. did you check? 

i did. there’s like a snake or something, but it didn’t do anything. 

oh. y/n? 

yeah? 

don’t go to that bathroom anymore. 

why?

just don’t. 

hao. people are saying there’s a snake in the walls. 

what do you mean?

there was blood on the walls too. talking about the chamber of secrets. 

fuck. 

minghao? do you know something? 

don’t go anywhere alone. promise me. stay with your friends. 

i’m scared

you should be.

stop that. 

what? hao? 

grown fond of your little friend, xu minghao? 

tom. stop.  i’m sorry, my heart. ignore him. 

who? hao, what is going on?

has he neglected to tell you? he isn’t the only inhabitant of this journal. and turns out, he isn’t strong enough to silence me.  keep hiding, y/n. i’ll find you soon enough. 

hao? 

i’m sorry.

i think i’m starting to go a bit crazy. 

is everything alright? are you safe? 

i’m fine, hao. you worry too much. 

i must admit that i’ve grown fond of you. 

even if i’m a hufflepuff? 

you’re the most tolerable hufflepuff i know. 

:)  is the uh. tom guy still with us?

my magic suppresses him in short periods of time. we’re alone at the moment. 

i still don’t understand. both of you are…inside the book. 

tom was here first. the journal was given to me my fifth year, and i spoke to him - much like you right now. from what i’ve gathered, this journal holds a piece of his soul. and a piece of mine as well. 

how? why? 

[redacted] [redacted] 

you are beginning to care for the girl.

i admit she has grown on me.

no. you’ve grown to love her. our souls are intertwined whether you enjoy it or not. do not pretend i cannot feel your emotions. 

have mercy.  spare her. 

are you finally regretting your choice, xu minghao?  you once promised me a life in exchange for your life and access to your soulmate. so i spared you, and stored you here with me.

please. 

this is what greed gets you, my dear friend.  you promised me a life. and i choose hers.

please. 

finally. you learn to beg. 

she is innocent. 

she is your soulmate. the strongest magic our world has. and for that, she is valuable. 

my heart. 

hao? 

i need you to destroy this journal. now.  

what? why? 

tom must be stopped. i will not let him harm you. destroying the journal will destroy his soul too.

but you’re in the journal too.

yes. a small price to pay for your life. 

i won’t do it. 

you must.

no. i’m not killing you.

i’ve been dead for a long time, my heart. 

i won’t. you cannot make me. 

you’re wetting the pages with your tears. stop crying. 

hao…

do it. just because the journal is gone doesn’t mean i won’t be with you. every step of the way. 

how cute. 

note: 

> xu minghao: previous slytherin student, renowned potion student. his name is on one of the potion award plaques in the great hall. he died during the second opening of the chamber of secrets, an underground location rumoured to house the slytherin basilisk. 

> y/n: referred to as ‘my heart,’ there is no real indication of who she is. while there is a professor portrait in the headmaster’s office who shares the same name, i cannot be certain they are the same person. 

> tom: he can only be assumed as he-who-shall-not-be-named, a dark wizard who was killed by the-boy-who-lived years ago. 

note: 

> the pages are burnt at the edges, erasing most of the conversation that would allow this to make more sense. it is clear to me that someone destroyed this. 

note: 

> i found something when searching the bathroom mentioned in the first couple entries. i will clip it here. 

is he gone?

for now. i cannot contain him for much longer. you must hurry.

you cannot expect me to do this.

from the short time i’ve come to know you, i know that despite being a hufflepuff, you hold the courage of a gryffindor, the brains of ravenclaw, the wit of a slytherin.  do not be afraid. 

are you not afraid? this could kill you.

i have to admit a part of me still fears death after all this time.  but this is my price to pay. i love you, even in the short time we had. 

i love you. even if this version of you is only a figment of what you were. 

note: 

> a point i must bring up: minghao refers to y/n as ‘my heart.’ at first i thought it was just a term of endearment, but upon further research:  Soulmates are rare in the wizarding world, although not at all impossible. Soulmates share more than their magic, they share their hearts. One cannot die if the other is still alive -- making soulmates the most powerful form of magic to exist. It may be the only way to cheat death without the use of a horcrux.

[dykelectric]

I’m sick of spending these lonely nights training myself not to care ✅

Got to be some more change in my life ✅

It’s up to me now turn on the bright lights ✅

[trevorsgodmother]

𝑯𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓮 #1 (C.S ☁️)

☞ Masterlist

Warnings: Idrk bruh, cheating suggested..? (but there's none), bit of crying, swearing, reader being an idiot, yelling POV: First person (reader and Chris) Summary: You find a contact on Chris' phone...

(Chris' POV)

"CHRISTOPHER STURNIOLO"

My whole body violently jerks when I hear my full name being yelled from the other room. Wide eyes turn to Nick and Matt, who look at me surprised, and a bit scared. My girlfriend sounds mad. And I don't even know why.

My throat bobs as I swallow, nervous as hell. What had I done? "Um...yea?"

"GET YOUR ASS IN HERE RIGHT NOW"

I flinch. She never usually yells. Nick gives me a 'look' and a thumbs up for good luck, while Matt stifles a smile and looks away. I sigh and walk into my bedroom, where my girlfriend is waiting.

(Your POV)

I'd been searching through his contact list for a number he'd gotten a few weeks ago from a mutual friend. I'd wanted to call her to meet up. But that's all that I was doing. I didn't even open any other apps, I trusted him to not cheat, and I knew he never would.

Right?

As soon as I saw the contact, my face froze in shock. Under the 'H' contact list.

'Hottie #1 💞'

I'd never clicked on anything faster in my life. Scrolling down through the info, I looked for the number.

It wasn't mine.

Chris, my boyfriend, had someone else saved as hottie. Who was it? When did he meet her? Why hadn't he done a better job of hiding it? Though i'm glad he didn't.

And now i'm pissed.

I'm sitting on the bed, tapping my foot. One hand holds Chris' phone, the other fists the bedsheets.

The man himself comes in, lowkey looking terrified at how i'd called him.

"Hey babe-" "Shut up and come here. Now"

He looks scared. Good. Maybe he'll feel really bad for it. I promise myself to not get emotional.

I raise an eyebrow. "Well?"

He scratches the back of his neck, looking confused. "Well...what?" I sigh. "You think i'm stupid Chris?"

His eyes widen and he shakes his head so fast i'm worried he'll get whiplash. "No-" "Bullshit. I know what you did"

I prayed this wouldn't be the reaction. But when his face drops into guilt, my heart shatters. It couldn't be. "Ok..i'm sorry..."

Despite my self-confidence, tears fill my eyes. "How could you...I loved you Chris" (lowk cringed myself out)

He sighs. "I didn't mean to get her dirty I just...I'm sorry. Then I had to throw her away. She was covered in mud and shit. I couldn't get it out." His voice is sincere and sad.

I blink. "What?"

He looks up. "What?"

I'm a little confused as I hold up his phone. "I meant who's 'Hottie #1'?"

His expression morphs into... even more confusion? No recognition, no remorse, just curiosity.

And then a grin breaks out on his face.

And now he's laughing loudly, in that obnoxious, contagious way of his.

My brow furrows. "Chris, this isn't funn-" "Call the number."

His words catch me off guard. "Huh?" "Call the number babe. Trust me."

I hesitate. Why was he telling me to call it? His gaze is amused and challenging. Fuck it. I call the number.

I immediately hear ringing from outside, and Matt yelling out. "Dude why the fuck are you calling me?"

My eyes widen. Chris starts laughing again. It was his brother.

Hottie #1 was Matt (Rs tho).

My face flushes as Chris collapses in giggles. I throw his phone at him, a smile tugging at my lips. "Shut upp, you scared me. Your obsession with Matt is concerning by the way."

Chris just rolls around, chackling so hard he could choke, but then he suddenly stops and his face pales a little as I speak again.

"Wait, you got who dirty?"

A/N: Just smth a lil short and goofy 😝 ALL FLIRTING BETWEEN CHRIS AND MATT IS A JOKE, THEY ARE SIBLINGS (THE MATTY B FIC IS COMING PROMISE (i'm js making it extra good yk)) TL: @hearts4werka @stvrnzcherries @spaghetti835928383 @pvssychicken @snowysosturn @sllutty-sturniolo @sturnmeovr No stealing gang Dividers by @bernardsbendystraws <3 -Ropitipop 👁👅👁

[melosliving]

kelvin harrison jr x actress!reader

we listen and we don’t judge …

The TikTok begins with Kelvin already recording, holding the phone way too close to his face. His mischievous grin is the first thing you see, and you can already tell he’s about to start some drama.

“Hey y’all, It’s your boy Kelvin, and we’re about to do the ‘We Listen and We Don’t Judge’ challenge. So, uh, we listen… and we don’t judge, right? Cool. Here’s mine : I might have tried on your wigs once or twice when you weren’t near.”

Your head whips around so fast you almost pull something. “Kelvin what the fuck” He bites his lip to keep from laughing, but his shoulders shake from trying to hold it in. “You said no judgment ! That’s the challenge!”

The camera now focusing on y’all’s feet, you snatch the phone out of his hand, scandalized. “First of all, this is not the challenge. Second, which wigs, Kelvin?!”

He raises his hands like he’s innocent. “Just the bob ones! I look good in a bob!”

You stare at him, speechless, while he’s cackling like he just won a prize. Finally, you roll your eyes and turn to the camera. “This man is deranged. I don’t even know why I agreed to this.”

Kelvin leans into the frame, still laughing. “We listen and we don’t judge, though!” You hold up a hand to stop him. “No, because you’re doing this all wrong. It’s supposed to be about quirky things you actually do, not whatever nonsense that just was.”

He smirks, leaning back into the couch. “I mean, technically, I do try on your wigs…”

“Kelvin, I’m serious,” you deadpan, narrowing your eyes at him. “Can you behave for one second?”

“Alright, alright,” he says, putting on an innocent face that you know is a complete lie. “Let’s do it your way.”

You sigh, refocusing the camera. “Okay, I’m starting this over because clearly, Kelvin can’t be trusted. Now, we’re doing the ‘We Listen and We Don’t Judge’ challenge, the correct way. Let’s go. Kelvin, start.”

Kelvin takes a deep breath, clearly trying to hide his smirk. “Alright. We listen, and we don’t judge… but the first time I saw you, I said ‘smash’ in my head.”

Your jaw drops as you stare at him in disbelief. “bro !” He throws his head back, laughing. “What? I’m just being honest! I mean, have you seen yourself?”

You try to hold back your laughter, shaking your head. “I can’t believe this man just said that on camera.”

“This is a safe space,” he replies, smirking. “No judgment, remember?”

“Fine,” you say, rolling your eyes but grinning. “We listen, and we don’t judge… but sometimes I purposely mess up my lines just so I can hear you repeat yours. Your accent is distracting.”

Kelvin stares at you, stunned, before breaking into a wide grin. “Wait—hold on. You’re telling me I’ve been messing up my takes because you can’t focus ? Are you not ashamed ?”

“I am really proud of myself when thinking about this,” you admit with a shrug. “It’s not my fault you sound good like that.”

Kelvin leans back, hand on his chest like you’ve wounded him. “You know what? I’m not even mad. That’s a compliment, low-key.”

“High-key,” you reply, smirking. Kelvin shakes his head, still smiling. “Alright, my turn. We listen, and we don’t judge… but I once told my mom you were my favorite co-star, and she called me out for blushing.”

Your eyes widen, and you laugh, covering your face. “Kelvin, stop! You’re lying”

“Im not, I’m just telling the truth,” he says, leaning closer to you. “Your turn.” You take a deep breath, pretending to think before confessing, “We listen, and we don’t judge… but sometimes I search myself on TikTok and click on edits of either myself or us because they’re so cute.”

Kelvin’s grin gets even wider. “You watch our edits?!”

“I do,” you admit, laughing. “Listen, they’re good! And honestly? The chemistry is undeniable.”

Kelvin smirks, clearly enjoying this. “See? Even the internet agrees we’re iconic.” The mood softens slightly as Kelvin says, “We listen, and we don’t judge… but sometimes I feel like I’m not doing enough to show people how much I care about them. Especially you.”

You blink, surprised, before smiling warmly. “Look at him" you pout, your eyes glistening at him. "Kelvin, you’re one of the most thoughtful people I know.”

Kelvin looks at you, his grin softening into something genuine. “Alright, last one. We listen, and we don’t judge… but I think you’re one of my favorite people, and I don’t tell you that enough. Working with you on Mufasa was amazing, but getting to know you outside of all that? Even better.”

Your cheeks flush as you nudge him playfully. “Kelvin, you know what you’re doing. You’re never beating the allegations.”

“Let ‘em think what they want,” he says with a wink. The video ends with you both laughing as you lean into each other, the undeniable chemistry between you leaving the comment section in shambles.

#TikTok!Comments

@user 1 NOT HIM SAYING ‘SMASH’ I’M SCREAMING. 🫠

@user 2 The way they flirt so casually?? Get married already.

@user 3 Her admitting she searches their edits?? I’d do the same, sis.

@user 4 Kelvin really called her his favorite co-star, and I’m crying real tears.

@user 5 The chemistry is too real. aaron punching the air rn.

@user 6 They’re so natural with each other. This isn’t acting; this is love.

@The lion King Forget Mufasa. These two are the real stars.

@ melosliving 2025

[draggomon]

This is something I've been working through with my current partner. My therapist referred to me as a "emotional medic".

I would constantly prioritize the safety and boundaries and comfort of EVERYONE else before allowing myself even the barest minimum of self care. I would shut down, constantly, just to keep myself safe.

Any emotions I felt that would be an inconvenience to the people I was with would be shut down and ignored until something broke and I was hurt further.

I developed this after years of being with and around people where, even the most minor of boundary setting or messing up (on either side, them or I) could potentially lead them to huge spirals and multi day long depression / anxiety episodes.

It's something I'm learning to get past. I'm tired of being the medic and I deserve to have people who will give me the benefit of the doubt when I fuck up. Who trust me to act like an adult when they fuck up. Who treat themselves and ME as a adults in an adult relationship.

I remember talking to my therapist about my partner at the time not being an abuser. He was a good guy! Just...anxious....yea?

"You don't have to be a bad person to be an abuser. You're being punished and trained to react in a way that fits him. He can be a good guy and still be taking advantage of you, of manipulating you, of hurting you. Until you stand up, you can't walk the path of healing.

Standing up would inconvenience him, and he has trained you to believe his needs outweighs yours. You need to stand up, or you'll die laying down. "

We deserve better. All of us.

Edit to add some further thinking:

We can all be abusers. You can be an abuser without intending on it. I have a partner, and then I have some people I'm intimate with. I've taken advantage of them before without meaning to. I've manipulated them before without meaning too.

You can't make yourself a safe person to exist around until you make it ok to be confronted and questioned. When my partner or "pseudo partners" come to me saying I made them feel a certain way, then it starts a dialogue.

I call this "coming to the table". I make sure the table I keep is calm. If I need to calm down, I'll leave and do so. I won't punish or minimize, but I also will allow myself space to feel my emotions and share my experiences.

I can hurt one of the people in my circle, and it doesn't make me a bad person. But the fact that I can recognize that hurt, make space for it, and can do so without self punishing or spiraling, means they can focus fully on themselves and what they need. That means it's safe to say no, to say they don't wanna prioritize me. It's safe to say I'm not the only thing keeping them together.

I'm wanted, not needed. Which is scary AF. It also is why our relationships are so strong.

It's not just about your ability to not spiral during the minor things. It's you showing love and care during the dark times, without punishing yourself. It's humanizing and loving yourself even after you've hurt someone, so that they don't have to take care of you or minimize themselves.

It's allowing yourself to be strong enough to realize that you're not powerful enough to ruin someone's life so easily, that you're scared and sometimes you hurt people. That you can still love those people, and loving them means confronting that you hurt them by saying "I hurt you. I love you and didn't mean to. I'd like to make space for your healing, however that looks like. I got me, I won't take it personally. We're still a team."

And you gotta trust them to not lash out. To not use this hurt as an excuse to hurt you. Because when we are afraid, when we feel alone or betrayed, and we feel hurt, we attack th3 thing that hurt us. It's in our nature. We're still animals.

If you can't be fully honest when hurt, then you'll retreat and barriers will start to be built. Once built, it's hard to tear that shit down. Make it so that it's safe for others to be fully honest with you, even when both of you are hurt.

Btw when someone says "don't talk to me like that, I don't know you" the normal thing to do is apologize for the perceived overfamiliarity and correct the behavior. Just in case anyone was wondering

[regatoni1]

Smells Like Home

Inspired by @teletubbyinlipstick ! Let me know how y'all like it... if even one person says it's good I might make a little mini fic who knows ->

https://www.tumblr.com/teletubbyinlipstick/773874556933996544/something-something-abo-multihybridau-tf141?source=share

It wasn’t supposed to happen this way, and there wasn’t supposed to be this many. 

It was supposed to be a cute situation, maybe standing on a down breeze while walking through the park and smelling them. 

I was supposed to be wearing a cute sundress and the bees were supposed to be buzzing and the butterflies flying.

Not me, hungover in my sweatpants, going to the corner store for some much needed energy drinks and catching a whiff of not one, not two, but four of the most delicious smelling alphas I had ever smelt. 

I knew, from the moment that one gust of wind hit my nose, that they were all somehow my mates. It wasn’t like they each had an individual smell, but a mix of scents that complimented each other.

They were each other, through and through. 

That’s how I found myself standing there, wide eyed, empty handed, staring at a group of the scariest four men I had ever seen. 

But they were staring at me too, looking just as bewildered as I felt. 

My heart was pounding in my chest and before I could take another breath of their sweet, amber scent, I shook my head and rushed into the shop.

I tried to collect myself. 

This. Was. Not. Happening. 

Not here, not like this. 

I spent way longer in the store than I should have, dropped the one drink I went in there to buy, and almost left it on the counter after I paid. 

They were waiting for me. 

I could feel it before I saw them, before I even left the store. 

I stood frozen, drink in hand and about six feet away from the door. 

“Is everything okay ma’am?” the cashier asked. 

It must seem like I was high, or scared. Maybe both.

I nodded, shooting him an unconvincing smile from over my shoulder. “Yeah, thanks!” 

Collecting my bravery, I walked out of the store. I couldn’t even hear the bell over the blood rushing in my ears. 

The hushed conversation between them stopped immediately. 

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fu-

“Hey.”

I froze. 

I was scared. 

Why was I scared?

Turning, I faced them. 

I take them each in. Different… but the same. 

Tall, muscular, so very alpha…

Three of them were standing in a little circle, one of them with his back against the wall and smoking a cigarette. 

My eyes were wide as I hesitated near them. 

Being this close was so overwhelming I couldn’t think straight. 

Their attractiveness, their aura, the smell. I was surprised my knees didn’t buckle right then and there. 

They had to be my mates, right? Maybe one of them was, and they were pack bonded? So it felt like all of them? 

Something was happening, because if these were just random people I would be running for the hills. 

They were all so scary. So intimidating. 

Every little thing about them screamed danger, and I was staring it in the eyes. 

I couldn’t see any weapons on them, but I knew they had them. These were men with enemies. They were also men who could, and probably had, killed with their bare hands. 

“Hi,” I blushed. I felt so juvenile.

One of them took a step forward. 

He looked like the oldest, maybe the leader? 

He had a beard that covered his chin, a little bucket hat that he just somehow made work, a tight shirt that strained against his chest as his burly arms crossed over it, and piercing blue eyes that I felt I could trust. 

It had to be him, right?

“You…” he trailed off, his eyes travelling down and back up my body. 

He licked his lips before he continued. “What’re you doing here?”

My mouth opened to reply, then closed. I glance at the can in my hand. He does the same. “Um… what do you mean?” 

He takes the smallest step forward, but stops himself. “My name’s Price. John Price.” 

I stared. Did he want me to respond? 

I glanced at the rest of the men standing behind him. 

They were all staring at me.

John continued to speak, a small and knowing smile on his face. “I think we all know what’s happening here, right?” 

I licked my lips nervously, a tic that did not go unnoticed. 

“I…”

I chided myself for the lack of confidence I displayed. 

Clearing my throat, I tried to continue. “Yeah. I think I might.”

“Good,” he nodded. “Then you understand that you have to come with us.”

I blinked once, then twice. My brows drew together. 

His words almost sounded like a threat, but he said them in a way that made me feel like he was just right, that there wasn’t any other way to go about it. 

Again, my mouth gapes before making noise. “What?” 

[tonysbed]

Secrets I keep | Part 8

Lando Norris x sister!reader

Daniel Ricardo x norris!reader

Max Fewtrell x norris!reader

summary: You and Max have been dancing around your feelings for years but jealousy gets the best of us all..

NOT PROOFREAD 😬

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yn

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yn kika didn’t like her picture so she forbid me to post ours, had to replace it w a pic of me 😔

franciscagomez marry me

yn 💍

alexandrasaintmleux 😍😍

kellypiquet gorgeous 🫶🏻

yn youuu

danielriccardo I don’t see anyone complaining 👀

pierregasly Riccardo. Careful.

danielriccardo I didn’t mean it like that and you know it! 😬

pierregasly mhm

yn 😀

user can daniel fight??

user Need her omg

user the better norris

landonorris excuse me

yn you heard the people. Need me to spell it out for you??

landonorris 🙄🙄

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“Can we talk for a moment?” Daniel says from the couch. You turn to him, take your drink and sit down “Sure. What about?” “Us”

You nod “We couldn’t really talk about everything last night, which is okay. I mean we were both tired and all” He starts.

“I just need to know.. Do you like me or am I really just the rebound?” He looks at you, hoping you wouldn’t say what he dreaded would be the answer.

You scrunch your eyebrows together “That’s not what this is.” “Then what is this? I don’t want you to let me fall once Fewtrell decides he wants you regardless of Lando. I need to know now so I can walk away. I need to walk away if that could happen.”

You squeeze your eyes shut and set down your drink “Daniel.” You look at him “I..” You sigh “You’re-“ Like in every other inconvenient moment, your doorbell rings “Oh for fucks sake” You get up and open the door.

“Oh. Max.” “Hey, uhm lando told me to come pick something up for him?” You nod “It’s a gift for a friends birthday. Come in” You lead him into the living room where Daniel sits.

Max nods and so does Daniel. “I’ll be right back. No stupid stuff” You point at Max “Why are you pointing at me?” He raised his hands “Because I don’t trust you” You squint your eyes “Don’t move.Ill be right back” You make your way to your bedroom.

Max sways on his feet, eyes wandering around the room. Daniel stares at him.

“It’s unfair” Daniel says coldly “Hm?” Max looks at him “She likes you and you treat her like crap. I want to give her the world and she’ll probably still choose you”

Max looks at him for a moment “You don’t know anything, Riccardo” “Don’t I?” “No you don’t. Otherwise you would say shit like that.” Daniel scoffs “Oh yeah? You keep acting like she doesn’t exist or makes it painful to be in her presence”

“It’s painful to be in your presence, not hers.”Max says, looking away from the australian.

“What have I done to you? You’re the one who rejected her.”

“In both of our better interest. Lando would’ve never spoken to her again.Do you even know how many times he told everyone how off limits she was? They’re each others person. I’m not taking that from them just because..just..” Max sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Because you loved her since she did.” Max looks at Daniel again but doesn’t move any more than that.

Silence filled the room, the two men are so busy staring at each other that they don’t notice you standing in the doorway. You don’t move, eyes locked on max.

“Here’s the package.” You say quietly, stepping towards Max. They both look at you in shock. Max starts to speak “Don’t. Please go.” He nods “See you” Max looks at Daniel and then at you before walking out.

You sigh and turn to Daniel “Did you have to do that?” He looks at you but doesn’t say anything “I think you should go too.” “Yn please” “No. You want an honest answer? I still like Max, yes. Doesn’t mean I don’t like you but if the possibility was there, I’d chose him.”

Daniel looks away for a moment “It happened so fast that I didn’t pull myself out of whatever we are. But this whole ‘I’m better than you’ thing? I’m not doing that. If this is how you act around Max it’s just a matter of time until Lando catches wind of it and I can’t have that.” Daniel gets up “Please, I would never tell Lando”

“Please go, Daniel. We can be friends, but we won’t work out romantically.” You say dryly. In his eyes is a flash of hurt “I need you to go, now.” He nods, gets his things and leaves.

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yn added to their story

[cap 1: 🧡🧡 | cap 2: My new private chef btw]

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“So what happened?” Lando leans on the kitchen Island while Carlos is collecting all the ingredients and tools he needs.

“I threw daniel out and..I broke off whatever it was between us” You say, still sounding unsure “What? Why? I mean it just started” “I..He’s not.. We wouldn’t work. We’ve got different expectations and.. I can’t live up to his. And that’s okay.” You say, now watching carlos pour in some flour.

“Well, if that’s what’s right for you, then that’s good” Carlos says, which Lando agrees to “This was way to fast paced” You say, leaning on your hand. Carlos looks up at you “That’s what it looked like from the outside too, sorry” You shake your head.

“Don’t be sorry, Carlos. It’s the truth.” Carlos nods and continues his pancake recipe. Lando looks at you “But you’re okay? Or do you want a hug?” “I always want hugs” You smile and open your arms. He chuckled and pulled you into his embrace “Yeah, as you used to say, you’re olaf”

You chuckle “I am! I love hugs!” Carlos chuckled at you two “There’s not a thing in the world that would ever break you two apart” You look at Carlos, who smiles.

“Well I hope not. Who’s gonna make ads for quadrant?” Lando asked teasingly. You slap his arm which he laughs at “I’m joking, i’m joking stop hitting me!” He pulls your wrists down and laughs.

“Asshole” “You love me” “I sadly do, yea” Carlos chuckled “Never ever changed.” He says as he pours the pancake mix into the pan.

Lando’s arm stays around you “You know I just want you to be happy, right?” You nod “Yeah, of course” “I don’t care who you’re with, you’re my sister” You nod again and Carlos eyes you both. You take a mental note of carlos look.

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danielriccardo added to their story

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pierregasly already going back??

danielriccardo smth came up

pierregasly okay okay

maxverstappen1 keep your head up, it’ll be fine

danielriccardo I know, I get it. Don’t worry abt me ;)

maxverstappen1 💙

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A few days later you’re sitting in Landos apartment, Max sits on the other couch next to yours. Lando quickly went down to get your ordered food.

“I’m sorry” Max says, looking at you. You look up from your phone “What?” “For the daniel thing.” “He started it, Max” “I should’ve ignored him then” You shake your head “I may wouldn’t have told him to leave if it wasn’t for you. I..we would’ve never worked out for long.”

Max nods “Peace?” You smile “Probably easier, no?” He nods “Probably” Lando walks in with the food and sets it’s down on the table.

“I see you’re both still alive, that’s good” “We just decided on peace.” Lando’s eyes widen “Really? So.. no more fighting?” You chuckle “Well try” Lando nods “Okay, that’s good” You smile and look down before taking the food that lando hands you.

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yn

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yn and we’re back 🧡 (hurt them and I’ll haunt you in your sleep)

lilyzhneimer 😂🧡

yn nothing and no one will harm either of you 🤺

oscarpiastri thank you, yn 😂

landonorris loving my teammate more than me I see

yn not hard to

landonorris pls go back to being sad

yn fuck off

user MAX MENTION ONG

user where is daniel??😕

user yn is their number one shipper and defender 😂

user not jinxing anything this time, only manifesting for the best🤞

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this is so short AND late but I had to scrap the other version and I still don’t like this but.. you’ll have to live with it.

Next part will be longer ☝️

[moociaoafterdark]

One thing I hate about myself is how I always seem to find and remember the dirt on people, especially if it's a popular artist. It got worse once I joined 40k fandom, because there's... so many screwed up people here. "Oooh, I love this person's art about X character and how they go in-depth about them and... Oh... Oh, nevermind, they're a neonazi." "Omg, I love this person's artstyle so much, they're so creative, no wonder they are so popular in the fandom! Oh, nevermind, he is a korean nationalist, antisemite and... oh, OH look at that, they also supported an actual pedophile, okay!" "Ooooh, that's such a cool art and such good rendering, let's check out the artist's profile! ... Oh... Oh, oh God, you... You can't... say THAT about women... Dear god..." "Wow, this person's selfship with x character is so cute and their artstyle is so pretty! Ah, shit, nevermind, they're an anti" I think I'm cursed, I can only trust 40k people here on Tumblr to be decent fucking human beings.

[ask-postcrash-curly]

Don't you resent Jimmy? not even a little bit? If not for you, for what he did to Anya.

That’s complicated, isn’t it? Some days I’m so angry at him that if I woke up with restored limbs the first thing I’d use them for is to punch the hell out of him. Some days I miss him so hard I can’t breathe. Most days the thought of him makes me want Anya to lock us both in Medical forever so that I can stop feeling so damn terrified he’ll hurt us again. Some days I can manage to hate him and the rest I can’t.

I wish I’d never met him sometimes, and that terrifies me because he’s been so fucking involved in my life that I don’t know who the hell I’d be. That’s the issue, isn’t it? How can I hate the same boy who made me into myself? God, though I guess that’s all the more reason to hate him, considering who I’ve become.

Yeah, complicated’s the word for it. I should fucking resent him. I want to. It’s easiest to feel that way when I think of her and I can’t believe I ever trusted him. Harder when I think of me and how what he’s done to me is my own damn design. Harder still when I think of him and all we’ve been through and I feel so lost and guilty it makes me sick.

I don’t want him around me or anyone I know ever again once we get back. I’ll say that much. That’ll be a nightmare. My family knows him, all my friends are his friends… If there’s anything I know about Jim, it’s that— that’s not going to go well at all.

And if they believe him over me, well.

[sleepyhouse2art]

when i see cute little reminders on social media to "take your meds" i feel so hateful. the commodification of mental illness and its growing popularity as a sort of astrological shorthand for an actual personality by mostly healthy people is mad depressing and annoying

dont tell me to take my meds, you creepy weird motherfuckers! the only people allowed to say that shit to me are my doctor & my husband & my friends. do you think i want to be treated like a baby because i have mental illness? why do YOU seem to want to be treated like a baby? youre on paxil sharon

like my mental illness makes people watch me and check on me and not trust my perception of reality or my memory of things. sometimes i do get straight up treated like a kid by people. if i remember an event differently, i am always wrong. its really frustrating

so no, i don't find it very nice when people infantalize me and i don't like watching people needlessly infantalize themselves. it is mad creepy. it feels like observing a diaper fetishist or something. the whole thing gives me the heebie jeebies

i wonder if it is life being so hard and mean that motivates people to adopt the "sick role"? i understand wanting care but i genuinely think people are hamstringing themselves by pathologizing normal feelings and behaviors because it's making them think they're sick when they really aren't that sick. often people aren't even sick at all and instead just going through the human experience, which is fraught and difficult all on its own without any augmentation by a brain on the fritz, no mental illness needed.

nobody should want to be a patient. its nothing to aspire to. there's no joy in it. it is uncomfortable and the medicine is not safe. i have to take it but it's not like i want to and i feel sour when somebody reminds me. please don't remind me of my shit when it already dominates like my whole life

no, sharon, i do not need a bedazzled pill basket. no, sharon, i do not want "peer support", you are creepy. i hate to inform you that you are not a tubercular 18th beauty languishing in a gorgeous sickbed. you are in a fandom that prizes sickness and this is shameful to me.

your sickness makes you binge watch tv and eat bonbons and passively ideate about scratching your thigh up with a pin. i know pain is relative but like, i used to store my own blood in ziploc bags to protect my home and every painting in my house has told me to kill myself. i have not left my house in over a year. i am on three antipsychotics right now and i am still having frequent hallucinations and they scare me so bad i can't help but react sometimes and that scares my husband and makes him want me to go somewhere just like everybody else wants me to. im trying to stay OUT of the fucking hospital, not WANTING TO GO. im terrified of being raped and killed and i know it will happen to me next time i go. everyone says no, but they don't have my knowledge.

what im saying is this stuff fucks my life up. i cannot live normally. i cant even really take care of myself on my own if im telling the truth. i know im sick. i get reminded all the time. i don't need validation. i wouldn't touch a psych or a therapist or a pharmacy with a fucking ten foot pole if i had the choice. i know im kind of going off rn but who the fuck would want to be a consumer of this boring, tedious, control-abdicating, bad for your body bullshit? i do not understand people like this. i want to be free. be free, sharon!! and stop telling me to take my fucking meds!!!!

[ladybracknellssherry]

Man, @fakefakelove tried to warn folks a year ago.

I'm about to kinda make this about me because it fucked up my day for a few Reasons.

I never interacted with this person. But saw on multiple occasions the way they interacted with people on tumblr, on reddit. Just absolutely vile, their interpretation of canon is the only correct way, anyone who disagrees with them was immediately met with vitriol, they encouraged and enabled their .... whatever ... fanbase... followers... cult members.... to jump on their hot take garbage person train.

During Pride Month anyone who was enjoying making Pride fanart or fics with Crowley and Aziraphale they were openly shredding them on tumblr. Not just in their shit server. "Crowley and Aziraphale would never. They don't care."

Writing au's was like...'not respecting the craft' or 'not respecting the canon' or some bullshit.

They called Crowley and Aziraphale selfish sociopaths who didn't care about anyone but themselves and were willing to kill a kid so they could keep hanging out eating and drinking. Someone responded something like "yeah okay maybe but that kid was the literal antichrist" and they were just bullied hard for, you know, 'respecting the canon' 🙄

I know I wasn't alone in seeing this, but it often felt really lonely to somehow see this behavior that other people were either not seeing or just overlooked or just adored.

So I just blocked them.

I'm glad it finally hit. But more than vindicated I just feel exhausted. Idk. Maybe I would have tried to bring larger attention to it if I had a bigger voice in the fandom. Or if I trusted myself more. But whenever I did bring it up with folks.. I was afraid people would think I was overreacting, being petty, misinterpreting. And that was largely (not exclusively) the reaction I was sensing from most people. I had full on crying hyperventilating meltdowns over this shit for My Own Damn Reasons.

'I told you so' sucks because it's not just hollow garbage, but it means no one listened to you.

I had a pretty productive talk about it with one person though...I explained that I didn't think I could finish reading this writer's fic...it wasn't a decision, I just dreaded giving the time to something saturated in that negativity. I was trying to figure out why it was so much easier for me to separate the art from the artist with some people....but not THIS person. And it took them no time to respond "because it's a peer." That really stuck with me.

Because fandom is a community and we're meant to share in joy and encourage each other and just HAVE FUN. Not....*waves hand in the direction of the assholes* all that.

So fuck this person and fuck their server and fuck anyone who tries to take your joy out of your fandom experience.

How you interpret the canon and the characters and how you choose to view them, how you write them or draw them, what you need from them, how and when you engage with the fandom, that is all yours, and it is all valid.

I love you, Good Omens family.

reminder that good omens is a trans allegory before it’s a biblical one.

[nerdishpursuits]

Who needs enemies with brothers like Andres & Tasio. The very definition of disappointing, incompetent, useless and petty. For once finding myself agreeing with everything Jesús and Damián said. The rest can go immolate. Andres is such a coward he doesn't even have the courage to vote or look his sister in the eye. He also never works but claims he doesn't like the way things are going: ergo, I don't like the new business we're getting that everyone stands to profit from. Don't think I've ever seen a more insipidly moronic male lead. He should know Marta the best. His trust in her should be absolute and irrevocable. She’s always been firm but kind and, most of all, fair. And if she’s in trouble because of Carpena now? It’s Andres’ fault because she tried to protect him. This inept man, much like Tasio, never takes responsibility for his actions and cowers under the guise of neutrality. Looking at his face this episode made me sick, not going to lie. As for Tasio? His is a case of bone-deep idiocy, worthy of study. The way to earn your father's love and family's acceptance is to vote against your sister? I hope he gets the cold-shoulder from now on because he deserves nothing less. Damian's chilling don't call me father in the preview is golden. Eat sh** Tasio. And then some. I just can’t with these two anymore. The brothers who Marta did everything in her power to protect and support are the very ones to betray her when she needs them most. Both Andres and Tasio deserve to cry tears of blood as far as I'm concerned and I hope Marta doesn't give them the time of day. I want them to fucking grovel at her feet.

Not to mention the Merino have the audacity to question Marta's integrity and Andres not only fails to defend her, but tries to gaslight her? And nimwit TOSSio the cherry on top. Toss him away indeed. He reeks of idiocy. Truly, if stupidity hurt? Andres and Tasio would be howling in pain, and the Merino too. The look of surprise, pain and betrayal on Marta's face. Ugh. They don't deserve her, they really don't. Cannot wait to see the Merino brothers fail though. They deserve the chance to prove how truly inept they are. These PEEople don't deserve to profit from the business Marta bent over backwards to create for the company. The bathhouse project is nothing but a drain on their resources and they won't know how to manage it. Looking forward to everything blowing up in their smug, condescending faces. And when I say faces I mean Digna as well. Short of murder she's no better than the very people she condemns. She's the kind of fake-nice that's utterly repugnant. The way she used the information about Marta and Fina when it best suited her purposes? Vile indeed. I hope Fina and Marta learn about this and confront her. She should be held accountable.

However? Now that I’ve gotten the initial ire off of my chest? Long term? I also have to say Marta being deposed via treachery could end up being a good thing for her personal development and character growth. It opens up a lot of doors for her, doors towards new possibilities and opportunities.

Too long has she chafed under the yoke of her family, always trying to prove herself to them, always putting herself last. So long in fact? That taking distance from her family and family business might help her reassess things. It might help Marta clear her mind and, hopefully, start removing the last of her shackles. @midniteowlet and I got rambling after this last episode and we’re finding this new development quite interesting.

1. Marta needs to learn how to be more combative and severing the proverbial umbilical cord might be just what the doctor ordered. Does it sting to be blindsided and betrayed by soggy-brained, mediocre people who claim they’re family? Definitely. Not only does it sting but it fucking hurts. For all her good will and intelligence? Marta needs a more ruthless approach when dealing with this kind of individuals. They dare question her intentions and actions? Slam them with a boatload of undeniable facts and figures, gloves off. They’ll only prove their so-called expertise amounts to nothing. She also needs to stop holding back and simply call it as she sees it. Her brothers and cousins need to be held accountable. ¡A cantarles sus verdades, ale!

2. Through her alliance with Pelayo, Marta might end up carving out the kind of independence she truly needs. Sure, she’d be tied to Pelayo but she also stands to gain power and influence in a way that might benefit her and Fina. One possible scenario could even be the Merino bankrupting the business and Marta injecting capital and owning it herself. There’s many ways for her to reclaim her throne, sometime down the line. If done well? Such a storyline could prove immensely satisfying.

It also stands to reason it would be good for Marta to secure new income because her cousins will run the business into the ground. She’ll need to finance that vacation with Fina somehow. Priorities and all, just saying.

3. Too many people within the business know about Marta and Fina. Which means they need to find a way to be together that’s sustainable, long term. One that doesn’t hinge on the benevolence of person x or y. And who knows? Becoming part of a hotel empire might offer them such a chance.

Is it ideal? No. Sure, they could just run off together. But that would mean the end of Mafin on the show. And I think we all want so much more. So all aboard the Angst-Express.

4. Angst can be very satisfying if well-written. And if Marta and Fina’s journey continues to be treated with the same level of respect and care? (which the screenwriters said it was, especially given how beloved this narrative is) It will be a treat. Their story needs to have ups and downs and twists and turns. But as long as the characters remain true to who they are? Their trials and tribulations will be most rewarding. That deliciously angsty pining, the bittersweet longing, the feverishly wanton desire, the ever-growing need that culminates in passion unleashed. It’ll all be there, for the taking. Just biding its sweet, sweet time. I, for one? I’d love me some delicious, quality Mafin angst. And, by the looks of it, I think that’s exactly what we’re going to get.

We’re going to suffer. But we’re going to love it.

[starfire-estrelladefuego]

PG 13 Caleb Fan-Fic 🫣❤️ 🍎

References to ✨Profanity✨ and ✨Sexual Tension ✨

(Y/N)- Your name

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Context: You and Caleb reunite for the first time since he left in "Crossroads", he comes to apologize for his actions.

“Caleb… I don’t know what to say… I have to think…” you whisper.

“Please, I swear, I never meant to hurt you. I swore to myself I’d never let anyone hurt you. I would do anything to protect you. I thought I was doing the right thing.” Caleb pleaded.

“Caleb you… you lied to me. I trusted you… you gave me sleeping pills, you’re keeping me in the dark about the truth. How can I ever trust you again?” You question, fighting back tears with every word.

“I know what I did was sick… but, I needed to protect you. Can’t you see that? Everything I do is for your protection… I can’t fathom the thought of losing you. (Y/N) you are my world. Imagining a world without you… is one that’s not worth living in. Please, believe me.” Pleading, Caleb falls down to his knees.

“Protecting you is the purpose of my existence… (Y/N) you are my oldest friend… my source of comfort in this disgusting world. I am fighting myself, because I want to give you everything you desire, everything you need and do anything to keep you safe.”

“Caleb… What I want is to be a hunter. I want to protect the world… from … what happened to grandma” Your voice cracks on your final word, tears begin to stream down her face.

Caleb’s tone softened, he grabs both of your hands and holds them between his, “I know and that's why I hate myself for what I’ve done… I am selfish. I want to be selfless, but I am not. I hate that I got in the way of your mission, but if I hadn't… I am just scared to lose you.”

“Caleb… I… I don’t know what to say… please get up” You grab Caleb’s arms and try to get him to stand. “With you on your knees, it felt like I was a Father listening to a sinner's confession.”

“Y/N can’t you see, I love you? This is my confession: my sin is I love you more than anything, or anyone. I am devoted to you. I told myself, I would be ok with just being your protector. I fight myself every day, I’m desperate. I want you in my arms every night. I want more, and more… from you, of you.” Caleb pulls you closer to him. His eyes begging for you to say something.

You let go of his arm. Your eyes locked on his eyes. With a frail voice, you say “Caleb… I… love you too. I always have.” You reach out and grab Caleb’s face, and fall into him. Your lips meet and melt into each other. A feeling of relief falls over you, the anger, the hurt, and sadness seem to just melt away.

His body leaning against the living room sofa. His legs between yours as you sit on his lap. Breathless kisses. His arms wrapped around your body. Your hand’s migrate to the back of his head, grabbing his hair and pulling his head to you.

Between kisses Caleb whispers, “Tell me if you want me to stop.” Suddenly you feel his fingers climb the nape of your neck, into your hair, grasping a handful of it. You feel him tug your head back, his lips leave your’s. Between kisses, he migrates down to your neck, where you feel the heat of his lips as they caress your skin. Caleb between huffs, desperate for air, he lets out “Fuck you smell so fucking good.” Before he licks your neck. “Your skin tastes as sweet as you smell.” His kisses cover every inch from your neck.

Your heart is racing faster and faster. You can’t help but let out a little moan between stammered breaths. His name escapes your lips “Caleb…”

His hand moved from your hair to your face. He stops, his eyes moving between your eyes and your lips before he demands “Tell me your mine. I need to hear you say it before we go any further.”

Desperate for more, you comply “I’m yours, Caleb… Please I want more”

Caleb’s lips curl into a smirk before replying, “What a good girl.”

He uses his Evolve to lift you up, stands up and drops you into his arms.

TO BE CONTINUED… :))))