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[luvhughes43]

vicious | trevor zegras x reader

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summary: media girl for the ducks, trev and her start hooking up + secret relationship but he tells people it’s not true & ruins her image in the process

lyrics: "oh, you're so vicious love me then pretend you didn't, crush my heart and wreck my image, why you gotta be so vicious?

word count: 1.5k

One year, ten thousand bad moments

But it was dressed up in heated emotion

And I tried to look for the best in the worst

But like, fuck me, that caused a commotion

you knew that what you and trevor were doing could end badly. but with every soft kiss, and tug, all your worries melted away. 

you had been working for the ducks as a photographer ever since your internship ended with them a few years back. therefore, you made sure not to let yours and trevor's relationship slip to your coworkers and trevor's teammates.you hadn’t bothered to read over your contract or work policies because who was going to know? it had never been serious with trevor. you’d meet up, hook up, and then that was that until the next time. 

you were secretly seeing him after practices. your camera long forgotten when trevor first asked you to meet at his place to “spice up my instagram”. it was all so easy. your routine was quickly set in stone after the first few meetups. when jamie went to the gym trevor was calling you up. when you were free of your photography duties you would sneak trevor into your office… it was reckless but worth it.

you knew now that you should've been more careful. not with how secretive you were being, because you had never been caught. but careful in the sense that trevor was a traitor. 

Oh, you're so vicious

Love me, then pretend you didn't

Crush my heart and wreck my image

Why you gotta be so vicious?

“i love you so much yn” Trevor mumbled into your skin as you laid tangled up in his bedsheets. you ran your hands through his hair, savouring the sweet moment.

“yeah so she thinks i’m in love with her or something,” Trevor laughs, his shoulders rising up and down like a comic book character. you would’ve smiled at the action if he wasn’t talking badly about you. “It’s kind of unprofessional if i’m being honest… i mean yns hot but…” he trails off chuckling. you couldn't gauge his teammates reactions to his statements. 

you felt your face burn up with embarrassment as Trevor continued his spiel about how you were apparently obsessed with him. as if he wasn’t the one always calling you up whenever he got too lonely. 

“have we slept together? no, of course not. she wants to though. i bet she’d beg me if i gave her the time of day”

“you should've seen how she was looking at me yesterday… it's crazy man! i'm surprised she hasn't gotten fired yet”

“do i mind that she’s obsessed? nah i mean the girls love me i’m used to it,” his eyes were crinkling from the wide smile plastered on his face, shoulders shaking with laughter as he and his friends joked at your expense. 

Said that it was me and you for life

Now you're kinda actin' like I died

word of what trevor had said about you had gotten around. lies that started with loud discussions with teammates turned into your coworkers overhearing, which turned into long HR reports. 

4 days after the first lie was uttered you were brought into your bosses office. she hadn’t cared about your side of things. his word was always going to be more trustworthy than yours. you were fired that day.

you had tried to seek trevor out as soon as you left your ex bosses office. your hands were shaking and your lip was quivering as you walked through random hallways. 

you heard his voice before you saw him. you couldn't exactly make out what he and whoever he was with was saying, but you knew he was laughing. 

rounding the corner you saw him. trevor was talking to one of the media girls. one of his hands was resting playfully on her arm while she giggled at whatever he had said. you felt sick. 

trevor met your eyes and his immediately widened. his hand fell from the girls arm and he brought it up to run through his hair. 

“trevor, I need to talk to you,” your voice was shaky but strong nonetheless. at your tone, the girl looked between you and trevor with clear apprehension in her eyes. 

trevor clearly picked up on this. “uhh, y/n im sure we can talk later yeah?” he said, sending a quick smile to the girl standing next to him. 

“i need to talk to you now,” you pushed ahead, knowing that if you stopped talking your composure would slip and you'd start sobbing in the hallway. 

trevor sighed, as if he had the right to be annoyed with you. he smiled apologetically at the girl again before he let you lead the way back to your office. 

You don't feel remorse, you don't feel the effects

'Cause you don't think you hurt me if you wish me the best

“look yn, i’m really sorry this happened but,” trevor started but you cut him off.

“oh you're sorry huh?” you spit out, hands shaking with anger. 

“i just want you to know that i wish you the best” he continued, clearly ignoring your anger.

“i was fired! trevor, I was fired because you decided it would be fun to ruin my reputation!” you burst out, voice rising as you let all of your frustration out. 

he rolled his eyes, “yeah i get that and i’ve said sorry. i don’t know what else you want me to do” trevor said, stuffing his hands in his pants pocket and leaning back against your office door. which you guess wasn’t really yours anymore.

you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. you closed your eyes for a minute to try and breathe through all the anger coursing through your veins, but trevors need to constantly be moving and making noise only aggravated you further. 

you sighed, opening your eyes again to see trevor tapping his foot impatiently against the carpeted floor. “‘i don't know what else you want me to do!’” you mimicked trevor in a high pitched voice. “i want you to tell my boss that you were wrong! That you lied! how could you do this to me? what am i supposed to do now?” you seethed, completely forgetting your strategies to calm yourself down. you had thought trevor was different when you two started hooking up. everyone seemed to have loved him, the media adored him, fans well… they’re divided but all in all… he seemed like the perfect guy on paper. but in reality, he was just vicious.

“okay calm down,” trevor says sternly, raising his hands up in surrender. “i didn't try to get you fired on purpose! it just happened” his defence was pathetic and you laughed humorlessly. 

“yeah well what are you going to do about it?” you questioned him, anger still present in your voice as you glared at him. 

“there's literally nothing i can do that's why i apologized” 

“there's a thousand things you can do! tell everyone you lied!” you were on the verge of yelling and so trevor gently shut the door. 

“if i tell everyone i was making things up, i dont have anyone's trust. you've gotta understand that my image is important here and-” trevor was talking but your ears were ringing. he wouldn't come clean because his image was important? what about yours? you were now unemployed, and your reputation would be forever ruined. it would be one thing if news had gotten out that you were seeing trevor. but now everyone thinks that you're obsessed with him. people were staring at you weirdly in the halls, whispering when you walked by. you couldn't stand the sight of him.

“get out.”

“y/n what?” trevor steps back, clearly not anticipating for you to be as angry as you were.

“i said get out. i don't need your worthless apologies and explanations of why you wont help me” your voice was raised and trevor raised his arms up in defence again. 

“im sorry like-” he starts but you once again cut him off.

“GET OUT!” you yell, walking over to your office door and yanking it open. a few of your coworkers were lingering outside and you could feel their heated gaze on you. you shoved trevor out of the room regardless, ignoring all the chatter outside as you slammed the door shut again. 

white hot tears blurred your vision as you sank down to the floor. You brought your knees up to your chest and wrapped your arms around them. you had never felt so defeated before. your dream job was gone, and any future you had in photography would be tainted by trevors false claims. 

Oh, you're so vicious

I loved you but I wish I didn't

If you're out there somewhere listenin'

Why you gotta be so vicious?

you sat and cried until you were sore, wanting nothing more than to erase trevor zegras from your life.

[maudie-duan]

Summary: You were an almost lover, now a hushed whisper in the dark when his Ex moves back to town. Nothing is worse than a love triangle you weren't expecting--old flames, new love, and lingering feelings, but who's the real winner when everyone gets hurt? Trope: Friends To Lovers X Love Triangle Pairing: Prince Harry Styles X (Fem)Reader X Ex-Girlfriend Taglist: Let me know in the comments if you want to be tagged for this series. Warnings: All Angst, Mild Spice. Type: Three-Part Mini-Series A/N: You guys asked for ANGST!!!!!!! So now I'm delivering. This will be a little spin-off from The Sabrina Series<- but still the same concept, just roping together three songs. Requested by @shaeeggsstuff @run-for-the-hills @spinninc

POV: You

What's your side of the story? How did you even get mixed up in this tangled web of devastation?

Part One<-

POV: Ex-Girlfriend (Leah)

Some people need a villain. There are two sides to every story, and now there will be three.

Part Two<-

POV: Harry

Love is complicated, especially when love has Harry torn between his past and present. How does he decide if the weight of his history with his Ex(Leah) outweighs his future with you, and when Leah comes back, and those same toxic patterns start playing on repeat, will history be worth repeating??

(Coming Soon)

A/N: You guys!!!!! I'm so fucking excited about this one. I forgot how much I LOVE writing angst. You're in for a treat!

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pairing: fem!reader x sabrina carpenter

summary: y/n is caught in a complicated relationship with singer sabrina carpenter, who picks her up for a late-night drive. despite knowing their connection often leads to heartbreak, y/n can’t resist sabrina's allure. they share a passionate encounter, but y/n realizes they're stuck in a cycle of returning to each other. after their intense moment, y/n chooses to leave, aware that they will likely reunite again despite the pain.

warnings: toxic relationship dynamic, emotional manipulation, jealousy and heartbreak, light suggestive themes, intense romantic situations, mature themes.

w/c: 1.5k+

The clock on my phone reads midnight when I see her car pull up. No headlights, just like always. It’s been a while since I’ve heard from her, but the second I see that familiar car in front of my house, it’s like no time has passed at all. The low hum of the engine fills the quiet street, and I feel that familiar pull in my chest.

Sabrina Carpenter.

I shouldn’t be doing this. I know exactly where it leads. It’s like we’re caught in this endless loop, spinning around each other with no clear destination in sight. But I can’t help it. Every time she shows up, I’m right back there—right back to her.

I grab my jacket, throw on some shoes, and slip out the door as quietly as I can, my heart pounding in my chest. My hands are shaking as I climb into the passenger seat, and the second I’m in, she looks at me with that James Dean daydream look in her eyes.

"Sabrina," I whisper, her name falling off my lips like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

She doesn’t say anything. Just smirks, her lips curling up at the corners as she pushes her foot on the gas. The car lurches forward, and we’re off into the night, the wind whipping past the open windows. There’s something intoxicating about the way she drives—reckless, dangerous, like she’s tempting fate. And I can’t help but feel the same.

It’s always like this with her. This wild, untamed energy that pulls me in no matter how much I try to resist. I should tell her to leave, to stop showing up like this, to stop playing with my heart. But I can’t. Because deep down, I know I’ll always say yes.

She glances over at me, her long hair slicked back, her white T-shirt glowing in the faint moonlight. "You’ve been quiet," she says, her voice low, barely audible over the sound of the engine.

"It’s been a while," I murmur, my hands clutching my lap. I’ve missed her more than I’d ever admit, and I can feel that weight in my chest growing heavier with every second we’re together.

"Yeah," she replies, like she doesn’t have a care in the world. Like she hasn’t spent the last few months drifting in and out of my life, pulling me close only to push me away when things get too real.

We don’t talk much as she drives. The silence between us is thick with unsaid things, with all the questions I’m too scared to ask. And then, suddenly, she takes a sharp turn, and I feel my stomach lurch as the car veers down a narrow road.

The road stretches on, twisting and turning through the darkness, and I can feel the tension building between us with every mile. It’s like we’re heading toward something—something inevitable. And I know that when we get there, it’ll either be paradise or it’ll burn us both to the ground.

The car comes to a stop in front of her place, and she doesn’t waste any time. She gets out, tossing her keys into her bag before disappearing inside, leaving the door open for me. I hesitate for a moment, my mind racing. I shouldn’t go in. I should just turn around, walk away, and let this be the end.

But I don’t.

I follow her inside, the warmth of her place wrapping around me like a blanket. She tosses her coat aside and turns to face me, her eyes dark, intense.

"I heard you’ve been out with someone else," I blurt out, the words spilling from my mouth before I can stop them.

She doesn’t deny it. Instead, she smirks, shrugging like it’s nothing. "What you heard is true."

My chest tightens at her words, the sting of jealousy cutting deep. I knew it. I always knew she wasn’t mine. Not really. But hearing it out loud, it still hurts.

"But I can’t stop thinking about you," she continues, her voice soft, almost apologetic. "You and I… we’re different."

I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head. "I’ve been there too, Sabrina. A few times."

She steps closer, her fingers brushing against my arm, sending a shiver down my spine. "So why are we still here?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

And that’s the question, isn’t it? Why do we keep doing this? Why do we keep coming back to each other, even when we know it’s bound to crash and burn?

Because it’s like a drug. She’s like a drug. And no matter how much it hurts, no matter how many times we tear each other apart, I can’t quit her.

She kisses me, and suddenly, all the questions, all the doubts—they disappear. It’s like everything that’s been building between us finally explodes, and all I can feel is her. Her hands gripping my waist, pulling me closer, her lips moving against mine with an urgency that makes my heart race.

She leads me to the couch, and before I know it, I’m beneath her, her body pressed against mine as her hands slide under my shirt. My breath hitches as her lips move down my neck, and I feel that familiar rush of adrenaline, the one that always comes with her.

It’s wild. It’s reckless. It’s exactly what I knew it would be.

And yet, I can’t get enough.

Her touch is electric, igniting every nerve in my body as she whispers my name against my skin, her voice low, filled with that familiar mix of desire and danger. She knows exactly what she’s doing, and she knows exactly how much I want it.

But this is how it always goes. We crash into each other, all heat and fire, and then we pull away, leaving nothing but ash in our wake.

When it’s over, we’re both breathing hard, tangled in each other, and I can feel the weight of everything pressing down on me. I know what comes next. She’ll pull away. She always does.

And yet, as I lie there, my head resting on her chest, I can’t help but hope that maybe, just maybe, this time will be different.

"I don’t know why I keep doing this," I whisper, more to myself than to her.

She’s silent for a moment, her fingers lazily tracing patterns on my arm. "Because you know we never go out of style," she says, a small smile tugging at her lips.

I laugh, even though I don’t really feel like laughing. "You’re impossible, you know that?"

She shrugs, her smile fading as she looks at me, her expression suddenly serious. "You’re not like the others."

I raise an eyebrow, not sure if I believe her. "Really? Because it sure feels like I am."

"You’re not," she insists, sitting up and looking me in the eye. "It’s different with you. It always has been."

I don’t know if I believe her. I want to. God, I want to so badly. But every time we do this, it feels like it’s just another round of the same game.

"You don’t have to say that," I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper.

She reaches out, cupping my face in her hands, forcing me to look at her. "I’m not saying it because I have to. I’m saying it because it’s true."

I close my eyes, leaning into her touch, trying to hold onto this moment for as long as I can. Because I know, deep down, that it won’t last. It never does.

But for now, I’ll take what I can get.

We sit there in silence for a while, the weight of everything hanging between us. Eventually, she pulls away, standing up and walking over to the window, staring out into the night.

"I wish I could give you more," she says softly, her voice filled with regret.

I sigh, running a hand through my hair. "Yeah. Me too."

She turns to face me, her eyes filled with something I can’t quite place. "But you know… we always come back."

I nod, because she’s right. We do. No matter how many times we crash, no matter how many times we burn, we always come back to each other.

And maybe that’s just how it’s meant to be.

"I should go," I say, standing up and grabbing my jacket.

She watches me, her expression unreadable. "You don’t have to."

I pause, my hand on the door handle, debating whether or not to stay. But I know how this ends. It always ends the same way.

"I do," I reply softly, giving her a small, sad smile.

She doesn’t try to stop me, and I don’t expect her to. As I step out into the cool night air, I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself.

It’s over. For now, at least.

But as I walk down the street, her words echo in my mind.

We always come back.

And I know, deep down, that it’s only a matter of time before we crash again.

[sterredem]

Espresso

Charles leclerc x Singer!reader

Face claim Sabrina Carpenter

Summary Y/n releases a new song for 2 reasons

It was also a request

Warning none, not proofread

A/N this is I think one of my favourite I have ever made an my best(?). I really like it! It took a day to make it (working on and off on this). It is pretty long but I love it! I also tried a bit of a change to the theme! I hope you like it!

Sorry to the person that requested it that it took so long! I wanted to make it earlier but than I was watching Star Wars with my mom and fell asleep so I had no time.

Don’t forget to Like, comment and repost! And give me feadback! It helps a lot! Let me know what you thought about it!

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User3 SO EXITED! I will go to Coachella so I hope I will hear it!

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User5 Oh I heard of him! My dad watches it!

User6 but why would he like? It is so random!

User4 so real! No body else likes!

User7 Taylor, billie, girl in red and now Y/n?! We are getting spoiled!

User8 the cover art is so pretty!

Charles_leclerc 🩵🤍

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User9 OMG?!?!

User10 I hate coffee but I will love espresso

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Music video out soon

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User7 arrested for being too gorgeous

User8 love the aesthetic

User9 beautiful women ❤️❤️

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User10 ISBHEBEBSJSIGSN I LOVE YOU

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Conangray Espresso…

OliviaRodrigo love it!

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Charles_Leclerc thinking bout you every night

User1 this WILL be stuck in my head forever. And I’m not complaining

User2 SONG OF THE SUMMER FOR REAL

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User7 SONG OF EVERY SEASON

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User11 Anyone sees Charles like and dislike the comments?!?!

User12 how many letters are there in Espresso?!

User13 ATE

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User1 WHAT IS WITH ALL THE EMOJIS!?!?!??

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User4 people’s pop princess 👸

User5 you’re THAT girl

User6 Obsessed

User7 angel🤍

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User10 I love you

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Yourusername @coachella weekend 1, thank you to my incredible band, dancers, crew, team, friends, family for this special night I'll always remember. just a blue motel and a dream

And a special thank you, it was an honor to wear 2 custom @roberto_cavalli looks on this day in memory. rest in peace.

see you next weekend!

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User1 LOVED TO SEE YOU!

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User3 u are so perfect

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User6 princess, queen, everything

User7 Y/n y/l/n always eates and leaves no crumbs

User8 my queen

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User10 star✨⭐️🌟💫

User11 stunning!!

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User2 and it worked

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User3 THE 1ST PUCTURE🥵😍

User4 soft launch?!?!

User5 she is probably just using him for money

User6 AWWW LEO IS SO CUTE

User7 the 90s beach aesthetic? Loving it! It’s giving Y/n Y/l/n!

User8 2 SHIRTLESS PICTURES?!?! WE ARE GETTING FED!! THANK YOU MYSTERIOUS GIRL!!

User9 so hot

User10 dog dad era

User11 never beating the babygirl allegations

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User13 Charles surfer era when??

User14 who got u smiling like that?? Maybe some twisted humor??? (Iykyk)

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that was one of the most fun shows I've ever played. I can't believe i got to sing Don't Know Why with the one and only magnificent @norahjones .... I can't believe my keyboard is haunted... and i can't believe you guys were already singing along to all the words in espresso. I feel so lucky. thank you to everyone who came to watch !!!!

the biggest thanks again to my team, crew, band and dancers for all your hard work and making such a dream show come to life. Love you alllll

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User2 I’m working late cause I’m a singerrrrrrr

User3 HE LOOKS SO CUTE WRAPPED ROUND MY FINGERRRRR (I don’t have any boy)

User4 “switch it up like Nintendo” is iconic

User5 too bad your ex don’t do it for ya

User6 OMG I just realised; if it is about Charles than that is about Alex!!!

User7 my twisted humorrrrrr make him laugh so oftennnn

User8 THE WHOLE SONG GIRLLL

User9 I CANT RELATE TK DESPERATION (continues to lives in desperation anyway)

User10 I know I Mountain Dew it for ya😎😎

User11 obsessed with the whole song

User12 The best song EVER

User13 all of them

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Yourusername heard someone was copying me🤷‍♀️

All jokes aside, Happy 1 year anniversary my love🫶 I am so happy to be sharing my time with you. Thank you for all the support and being with me through it all.

To the fans; thank you for being with me through it all and supporting me. Fans, meet Charles, Charles meet my fans. I hope you can learn to live each other and simp over me together (yes this is a direct attic at you charles (he ruined my plan with liking)(and how can you soft launch and put Leo in the same post??!!))

Love you all! See you sometime else!

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Charles_Leclerc Love you mon amour❤️🫶

Yourusername 🩵🤍🫶❤️

Landonorris WHAT THE FUCH

Carlossainz I knew already!!

TaylorSwift So happy for you all

GracieAbrams ❤️ He is the only one I trust you with!

Conangray He’s okay I guess

OliviaRodrigo You left me for a man?!?!

Yourusername I’m sorry my love. Let’s run away!

OliviaRodrigo Already packed my bag

Charles_Leclerc ????!!!

Yourusername nothing to see here my love

User1 WHAT?!?!

User2 OMG I LOVE IT

User3 I LOVE THEM ALREADY

User4 LOVE THE REACTION FROM SOME OF THE DRIVERS (Lando)

User5 OMG HOTTEST COUPLE ALIVE

User6 SGE A DOG MOM TO LEO!!

User7 ‘switch en up like Nintendo’ for real

User8 POWER COUPLE

User8 LOVE THAT THE AESTHETIC IS STILL THERE

User9 THE PICTURES🥵😍 WE GET CHARLES THIRT TRAP Y/N THIRT TRAP AMD THEM TOGJETEHR????

User10 SO HOTTTTT

User11 THE CAPTIONNN🫠🫠🫠

User12 SHE IS A WAG NOW!!

User13 Can’t wait to see her paddock fits!!

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[airaibunny]

MASTERLIST── .✦

kpop

⊹ "birthday wish" (twice jihyo & nayeon, smut)

⊹ "drunken mistake" (twice momo, angst)

⊹ "beginner's luck" (twice momo & jihyo, smut)

⊹ "switch" (twice momo, smut)

⊹ "it's you" (twice momo, smut/angst)

⊹ "she's better" (twice sana, smut)

⊹ "finally" (twice sana, smut/fluff, "she's better" pt. 2)

⊹ "in the closet" (twice sana, smut)

⊹ "midnight snack" (twice sana & tzuyu, smut)

⊹ "attention" (twice jihyo, smut)

⊹ "do not touch" (twice mina, smut)

⊹ "bubbles" (le sserafim chaewon, fluff)

⊹ "teach me" (le sserafim yunjin, smut)

⊹ "permission" (le sserafim yunjin & kazuha, smut)

⊹ "all because of a concert sign" (le sserafim kazuha, smut)

⊹ "the idea of her" (gidle miyeon, fluff)

⊹ "please, unnie?" (nmixx haewon & sullyoon, smut)

⊹ "the silent game" (ive yujin, smut)

⊹ "more than studying" (ive yujin, smut)

gracie abrams

⊹ "everything we never said" (fluff, smut)

[insidekatmind]

MASTERLIST SERIES NETFLIX

TUA

Marcus Hargreeves

Morning

You need a distraction

Control

Ben Hargreeves

Tension

Hostage

Passion and desire

Time together

THE CHILLING ADVENTURES OF SABRINA

Ambrose Spellman

The return of an old flame

[the-thing-withfeathers]

sabrina carpenter masterlist

one shots

winding down — fluff

-> sabrina x f!reader x jenna ortega

i just really needed you! — smut

-> sabrina x f!reader

i’ll do anything — smut

-> sabrina x f!reader

[dreamwithlost]

◇°•: Juno

❝Era apenas sexo casual, mas Haechan fazia você querer se apaixonar...❞

-> | Haechan x fem!reader | Fluff, ficantes to lovers | W.C: 1K |

-> [Lost notes]: Inspirada em Juno da Sabrina Carpenter, pedidinho que amei demais fazer, foi muito gostosinho de escrever com algo que escuto 24h do meu dia. Boa leitura meus amores ♡

Você estava sentada no sofá da sua sala, distraída, mexendo no celular, enquanto a chuva caía suavemente lá fora, criando uma atmosfera quase que melancólica. O som das gotas batendo na janela ecoava pelo cômodo vazio, trazendo uma estranha sensação de nostalgia. A verdade é que, nos últimos meses, sua mente girava em torno de uma única pessoa: Haechan.

Ele havia entrado na sua vida de forma inesperada, como um raio de luz em um dia nublado. Com seu sorriso travesso e olhar cheio de segredos, ele era a própria personificação de uma paixão inesperada, e o que começou como um encontro casual logo se transformou em um jogo de sedução irresistível. Vocês se viam frequentemente — sempre em noites de verão, quando o calor do corpo dele combinava com a eletricidade do seu. O sexo era intenso, carregado de beijos e provocações, mas havia um entendimento claro de que era apenas isso — diversão.

Mas desde que leu sobre a deusa Juno, deusa romana do amor e do casamento, você se via tão parecida com ela: dividida entre o desejo e a razão. Haechan sabia como te fazer sentir viva, como se você fosse uma divindade em meio aos mortais. Ele te fazia rir até a barriga doer e, quando seus corpos se encontravam, era como se o mundo desaparecesse. A cada encontro, as conversas leves e flertes se misturavam a toques sutis e toques ardentes. Contudo, no fundo, você sentia que havia algo mais se formando, uma conexão que ia além do físico.

Seu celular vibrou, quebrando seus devaneios. Era ironicamente uma mensagem dele: "Posso passar aí? Trouxe comida."

Você sorriu involuntariamente. Ele sempre surgia assim, como um furacão, capaz de transformar uma noite comum em algo especial. Mesmo sabendo que isso complicava tudo, que ele te confundia e fazia seu coração disparar, você sempre deixava que ele entrasse.

"Claro," você respondeu, sem hesitar.

Minutos depois, ouviu as batidas suaves na porta. Ao abrir, lá estava ele, com o cabelo loiro ainda úmido da chuva, segurando uma sacola e aquele sorriso que fazia seu coração acelerar. Mas, naquela tarde, havia algo diferente em seu olhar, notou no leve deslize que deixou escapar um misto de vulnerabilidade e curiosidade que a deixou intrigada.

— Você vai me deixar encharcar o seu sofá, né? — Ele brincou, jogando-se no canto mais confortável.

— Você sabe onde estão as toalhas, bobinho — Você respondeu, tentando manter a atitude despreocupada.

Haechan sumiu de sua vista por alguns segundos, e voltou do banheiro com uma toalha na cabeça, secando os fios de maneira desleixada.

— Você parece uma criança — Zombou, se aproximando com um sorriso gentil ao tomar o pano de suas mãos, ficando na ponta dos pés para ajuda-lo naquele trabalho árduo de secar as madeixas.

O silêncio entre vocês nunca lhe incomodou, era confortável, por isso, se manteve quieta, apreciando a troca de afeto naquele simples ato; percebeu Haechan lhe admirando nas oportunidades que a toalha dava, e também não se incomodou com isso, o olhar do homem sobre si sempre fora um dos poucos que jamais lhe deixou nervosa.

— Pronto — Você murmurou, tocando no nariz do rapaz e jogando novamente em direção ao banheiro a toalha molhada.

Estava prestes a se sentar novamente, quando Haechan, em vez de se acomodar mais uma vez, parou na sua frente inesperadamente. O olhar dele encontrou o seu, e a intensidade fez seu coração disparar.

— Tem uma coisa que eu queria te dizer — Ele começou, a voz mais suave do que o normal, e os movimentos mais ansiosos do que nunca. Molhou os lábios algumas vezes, apreensivo, apesar de nunca perder suas íris de vista.

O espaço entre vocês parecia pequeno demais. A tensão que sempre tentaram ignorar crescia, como se o universo estivesse esperando aquele momento.

— Não ia falar isso agora, mas não aguento mais — Confessou, e acariciou sua bochecha — Eu sei que temos nos divertido, que isso de ter alguém sem ter é muito bom, mas... eu não consigo mais ignorar. Você... Você me faz querer me apaixonar.

As palavras dele ecoaram na sua mente, e você ficou paralisada por um instante. Haechan não era apenas um corpo sarado e um sorriso encantador, ele despertava algo profundo em você, algo que ia além da química instantânea. Nos momentos que compartilhavam, era como se cada toque, cada risada, abrissem portas que você nem sabia que estavam fechadas.

Semelhante a sua confissão explosiva, seus lábios agiram mais rápido que o cérebro, apenas dizendo:

— Eu também sinto isso — Você finalmente confessou, a sinceridade nas palavras te deixando exposta, mas aliviada.

E então ele sorriu, um brilho novo nos olhos. Merda, como você amava aqueles olhos.

— Quero que você saiba que não é só diversão para mim. É muito mais.

Assim como Juno, que simbolizava um amor profundo e duradouro, você estava se permitindo sentir algo que nunca pensou que experimentaria. As memórias de noites ardentes vieram à mente — os sussurros trocados entre os lençóis, os olhares que duravam mais do que o necessário, os toques que deixavam você ansiosa por mais. E agora, ele estava ali, diante de você, transformando cada lembrança em algo mais significativo, como se tivesse tido acesso a uma lista com todas suas inseguranças e dúvidas daquele estranho relacionamento, garantindo de se livrar de cada uma delas.

— É estranho, jurava que não gostaria dessas baboseiras por um longo período, você sabe meus motivos, mas mesmo assim, você me faz querer mais — Você admitiu, dando um passo à frente. — Não é só atração, é… algo especial.

Com aquele reconhecimento, Haechan se aproximou, a mão que permanecia em seu rosto agora deslizando por ele, os corpos tão perto que você podia sentir a respiração dele. A eletricidade no ar parecia vibrar entre vocês, e quando ele se inclinou, seus lábios se encontraram em um beijo intenso e carregado de emoção, suas mãos instintivamente se emaranhando nos fios de sua nuca, puxando-o ainda para mais perto — se é que isso era possível. Pré programados para sempre se encontrarem: era assim que o corpo de vocês funcionava.

Fora como se todas as palavras não ditas finalmente tivessem encontrado seu caminho. Aquele momento estava impregnado de promessas — a promessa de que vocês iriam explorar essa nova fase juntos, de que poderiam ser mais do que apenas dois corpos se encontrando, podiam ser duas almas.

E naquela tarde chuvosa, de melancolia no fim não tinha nada, lembraria daquele dia apenas como... O barulho das gotas nas telhas como trilha sonora de dois corações prontos para se apaixonar.

[xoluvx]

sabrina carpenter; masterlist

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[ejunesblues]

EJ’S MASTERLIST

ੈ✩‧₊˚ hi! welcome! this is my masterlist! enjoy reading & please request as much as you would like!

⋆·˚ ༘ * CONTENT I WILL WRITE: fluff, angst, suggestive, platonic

⋆·˚ ༘ * CONTENT I WILL NOT WRITE: romanticized abuse/noncon, full on smut, uncomfortable topics

⋆·˚ ༘ * HOW TO REQUEST: tap the button on my page that says ‘ask me anything’

⋆·˚ ༘ * ANON INFO: if you would like a role as a regular anon just request it with a specific emoji :)

⋆·˚ ༘ * WRITING INFO: i’m still a beginer writer so please be kind and open minded. i also have a life outside of writing so my schedule won’t always be very on time and i apologize for that :)

⋆·˚ ༘ * CHARACTERS/PEOPLE I WILL WRITE FOR: (i will also be accepting requests for other characters/people)

YELLOWJACKETS 🐝

༉‧₊˚. LOTTIE MATTHEWS

ONESHOTS: nothing yet

HEADCANONS: nothing yet

SERIES: nothing yet

SMAU:

cheerleader smau

༉‧₊˚. NATALIE SCATORCCIO

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༉‧₊˚. SHAUNA SHIPMAN

ONESHOTS: nothing yet

HEADCANONS: nothing yet

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SMAU: nothing yet

༉‧₊˚. MISTY QUIGLEY

ONESHOTS: nothing yet

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SERIES: nothing yet

SMAU: nothing yet

༉‧₊˚. JACKIE TAYLOR

ONESHOTS: nothing yet

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SERIES: nothing yet

SMAU: nothing yet

ARCANE 🔮

༉‧₊˚. VI

ONESHOTS: nothing yet

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SMAU: nothing yet

༉‧₊˚. CAITLYN KIRAMMAN

ONESHOTS: nothing yet

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༉‧₊˚. JINX

ONESHOTS: nothing yet

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༉‧₊˚. SEVIKA

ONESHOTS: nothing yet

HEADCANONS: nothing yet

SERIES: nothing yet

SMAU: nothing yet

POPSTARS 🌟

༉‧₊˚. CHAPPELL ROAN

ONESHOTS: nothing yet

HEADCANONS: nothing yet

SERIES: nothing yet

SMAU: nothing yet

༉‧₊˚. BILLIE EILISH

ONESHOTS: nothing yet

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༉‧₊˚. MADISON BEER

ONESHOTS: nothing yet

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༉‧₊˚. SABRINA CARPENTER

ONESHOTS: nothing yet

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[supergraphicgirl81]

The day has come... Favorite Edit Time

I made this list while TikTok was in its getting banned state, and now it's back 😭😭😭😭 but I'm keeping it up anyway cause who doesn't love edits!

TikTok got me started on almost all my current obsessions, the main one being Formula 1. It's a great outlet for helping me learn more about the world and pop culture. as in the EDITS!!!!

these edits get me through life and I've spent a long time perfectly curating them so now everyone else can enjoy :))))

I'm going to post my TOP FAVORITE EDIT I have saved on TikTok (with all watermarks so you can find them yourselves!!!) depending on the person, because I have a section for everybody, separately.

Anyways, this will basically be the masterlist of my favs (from multiple fandoms) so you or I can revisit them (this is more for me can't even lie)

Formula 1 🏎️

Formula 1

Max Verstappen Logan Sargeant Daniel Ricciardo Lando Norris Charles Leclerc Yuki Tsunoda Alex Albon Lewis Hamilton Carlos Sainz George Russell Oscar Piastri

bonus! Landoscar Lestappen Loscar Charlos Sargebon Maxiel Carlando

Sidemen ⚽️

Sidemen Harry Lewis Vik Ethan Payne J.J Tobi Brown Simon Minter Josh Zerkaa bonus! George Clarke ArthurTV

Sturniolo Triplets 📷

Nick Sturniolo Matt Sturniolo Chris Sturniolo

Misc. 💫

Hunger Games

Stranger Things bonus! Byler Mike Wheeler

Harry Potter bonus! Ron Weasley Hermione Granger Harry Potter (Solo)

Musicians 🎤

Taylor Swift Chappell Roan Sabrina Carpenter Olivia Rodrigo Harry Styles Madison Beer

[luvhughes43]

because i liked a boy | jack hughes x reader

summary: reader gets hate comments from her ex-boyfriend's fans, saying she's a homewrecker and a slut, all because of the fact that she dated jack hughes.

lyrics: "now i'm a homewrecker, i'm a slut, i got death threats filling up semi trucks, tell me who i am, guess i don't have a choice, all because i liked a boy"

word count: 0.3k

note: something short! also i am not shading olivia i love her!

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jackfan01 HOMEWRECKER!!!

jackhughes ❤️❤️

jackfan02 two hearts only? oh he hates her😭😭

jackfan03 ur such a slut like… broke a whole relationship up and for what?

jackfan04 i think they were already broken up tho? 

yourbff cuties💓💓

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jackfan05 SLUT! you’re so disgusting.

your dms were filled to the brim with death threats, people calling you names such as a slut and a homewrecker. all because you dated jack hughes… it was ridiculous. by the time your pictures started circling around the internet, blown up on tiktok and strewn across twitter, you and jack had already called it quits. You were only together for a few months, and that was a while ago. 

you sat on your couch trying to understand his fans' messages. you went through jacks instagram, and found nothing. so you turned to twitter, where you found out that jack and his new girlfriend had just broken up… and people were blaming you for it. it literally made no sense. apparently she was posting things on her insta that made it look like he cheated on her with you? you didn’t even know what the truth was at this point. all you knew was that people were very angry at you about a situation you didn’t have any part in.

a few days went by and the rumours were still circling. people were going absolutely crazy in your dms, and you debated reaching out to jack so he could get his “fans” under control but you knew he wouldn’t. it wasn’t his fault either though! how was he supposed to get people to stop sending threats? asking for kindness never works.  so you vowed to not to post anything on social media for a few weeks, slowly watching the threats and name calling trickle down as the days went by.

finally after everything had settled, you decided to finally post something to break your silence. the whole thing was so ridiculous that you’d laugh if you weren’t a little concerned over some of the threats.

yourusername just posted !

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yourusername all because i liked a boy

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[maudie-duan]

Summary: You were an almost lover, now a hushed whisper in the dark when his Ex moves back to town. Nothing is worse than a love than a love triangle you weren't expecting--old flames, new love, and lingering feelings, but who's the real winner when everyone gets hurt?

Taglist: Let me know in the comments if you want to be tagged for this series. @sassamanda77 @panini @unfuckwitablenarry @triski73 @haleyannaw @raajali3

Warnings: All Angst, Mild Spice/only mentions of sex, Use of Y/N in the form of texting.

Word Count: 5.5k

A/N: New Three Part Mini Series!! You guys asked for ANGST!!!!!!! So now I'm delivering. This will be a little spin-off from The Sabrina Series<- but still the same concept, just roping together three songs based on these requests<-

POV: YOU

Was it wishful thinking that got you here?

That silent plea.

That eternal want for him to miss you.

You wanted just the tiniest glint of recognition or even a fucking unspoken promise to say that when the sun rose the next morning, he would be there in your bed, tucked away like you were tucked under him that night. 

That the glint of longing you saw in his eyes lasted longer than the fickle act of want he had on those desperate nights when he called, and you answered, and those “need you” eyes would walk through your door, and you would give in, just like that.

You made it that easy.

How many times were you going to keep doing this? Torture yourself, sit idle in the misery you’ve become for a fleeting moment that would be gone in the morning because there he was. Moving around your room as quiet as a mouse in the warm glow of the early morning sun for the third time this week. How many times were you going to allow it, the torment of not knowing as you watched him gather his clothes from your bedroom floor? 

You knew as soon as he pieced himself back together, both boots a foot, he would walk out that door, and who knows when you would hear from him again, him leaving you in this in-between, this desperate state, the questions a list of growing heartache because where did you fall on his list when you had been the one prioritizing him. Carving out space in your mind for him when you didn’t even know if you were a passing thought in his. 

Now, here comes the suffering.

The two of you in some strange limbo that you couldn’t even explain to yourself, let alone your friends who had already been nagging you to death, taking shot after shot, tearing his character to pieces, and at this point, you could barely defend him—and after every nag session you wished they would take your phone, lose his number so you would never be tempted to fall back in, and out, and in—this tangled web that kept you connected, sticky, dangerous, inescapable every time he called your phone.

Again, you allowed it, allowed his lack of commitment, and every time you let him walk out that door, you let him rob you of the joy you both created, this span of intricate moments you shared with him over time being ripped from under your feet. If you asked, would he tell you, or would he tell you what you wanted to hear, save face for the sake of not losing you? Maybe he would tell the truth, but it wouldn’t be his face you saw; it would be hers. 

 Always the million dollar question playing on repeat when he’s gone. Was he with her, or was he not? 

“Are you leaving?” you asked, knowing the answer, but you wanted to catch him in the act, not let him leave another morning without saying goodbye. 

He stops mid-zip of his jeans, your eyes moving from his hands to the fern leaves inked along either side of his abdomen, and when he draws in a breath, his muscles tighten, flexing as he exhales, his silence proof that this was exactly what it was, even if you thought it was different this time because this time he was actually sober, coherent when he walked through the door—not like the nights before when he passed out the second he hit your pillow, his warm body filling your bed, and you were lonely enough to slip into the illusion of what you wished it was.

Last night was different.

 He even called at a decent time, coming over, not a trace of alcohol on his breath. The first thing he said was that he missed you, that smile on his face, the one where his dimples dipped, and anything he said could have been true. He didn’t even flinch when the lie fell from his mouth, holding your gaze, his hands taking your face into a gentle embrace, and it was that effortless because the second his mouth pressed to yours, you knew exactly what you would do to have him, just like that, in that very moment, the one where you felt like his like he could be yours, not an ounce of doubt constantly fraying the edges of your mind.

“I didn’t want to wake you…” He lies, and he’s back in motion, his zipper up, his jeans buttoned.

You sit up, clutching the sheet to your body, nausea stirring in the pit of your stomach, naked and alone, left bare in the bed he took you in just hours before, “I wouldn’t have minded…” You answered, watching him search the room for his shirt, but you know it’s in the hallway, and you don’t remind him because, no, he’s going to face this just like you have to face this every time he leaves.

“Maybe next time…” he tells you, the passing phrase like a paper cut you know will sting later, but he’s distracted, looking for his other sock. 

“Right—” is all you can muster, rage swelling in your chest, frustrated at him, but mostly yourself.

He must sense this because his eyes flick to you for the briefest second as he shoves his foot into the other sock, “What is it?” He asks

“Nothing…” you tell him, trying to brush him off.

Both socks are on, and all that’s left is the shirt in the hallway and his shoes by your front door, “It’s obviously something…I can see it on your face…are you mad?”

“I don’t know—Harry…” and you shrug your shoulders, looking away.

He sits on the bed, and from your peripheral, you can see his gaze trained on you, waiting silently, and when you don’t say anything, he says:

“Do you want me to stay—is that it?”

You shrug your shoulders, your throat tight, and you will yourself not to break down in front of him, but the tears are already stinging, and you swallow hard, shaking your head, “I don’t know anymore…” you force out, your eyes flicking to his, then back at the wall you had been staring at, you know there’s a scowl on your face, but you can’t control anything rising to the surface.

Harry clicks his tongue, and when you look back, he’s shaking his head, fidgeting with the ring on his finger as silence mounts between you…

“I don’t know what to tell you…” he finally speaks up, and your head swivels in his direction, taking in the tragic look sweeping over his features, like maybe there’s guilt or sadness, but you can’t tell.

“Is she back?” You ask. Harry shrugs his shoulders this time,  pursing his lips to speak, but nothing comes out. 

He just stares at you with those fucking innocent eyes, and you wonder how he does it, how he wins every time because even when you want to loath him, you still find a way to hold space for him, and maybe that’s human—he’s human—but it doesn’t stop it from hurting any less, and the absence of words speaks louder than ever, but you want him to say it to you, you need it to hurt even more because maybe this time he’ll actually leave and it will stick.

“It’s a yes or a no?” You tell him, anger taking your tone.

“It’s not that simple—” He says, his voice cracking.

And it’s like you’re hitting a breaking point, the last couple of months catching up to you, and you slam your hand down on the bed, rage filling your whole body because he can’t just answer the fucking question? Is it really that hard?

“It’s not that hard—you’re either with her, or you’re not. I know she’s back—”

“What are you even on about—?” Harry spits, matching your tone, and he stands to his feet.

“Why are you fucking gaslighting me, dude?” You toss back, “I saw those pictures…that wedding that you went to the other night. When I invited you to Sam’s, and you fucking lied and said you were with your family. God, she didn’t even miss a beat?”

Harry puffs out a breath, his defenses going up the second you said pictures, “So now you’re keeping track of me?”

“Oh, fuck off—it literally came up on my feed. Don’t think so highly of yourself—”

He laughs, “Right, and you expect me to believe that—”

“Like I care what you think of me anymore…it’s obvious that you don’t think very highly of me. I’ve never lied to you…I don’t have a reason to lie to you.” and this stumps him for a second, and after he runs a hand down his face, he says:

“I don’t know what you want from me…” raking an angry hand through his hair, “I thought that this was what you wanted?”

You laugh this time, genuinely amused by the gull of this guy, “Who wants to be used? Who wants to feel like shit when someone you care about cares nothing for you…you don’t care—”

“That’s fucking bullshit, and you know it—” he interjects.

“But is it? Because when was the last time we went out or hung out with friends? When was the last time we saw the light of day outside my bedroom walls?”

Harry clicks his tongue again, pacing the floor in search of his shirt, “This is fucking crazy I should have never come…” and this line sets you off.

“Oh—is it crazy—” you yell, rising up to your knees in bed, gripping the sheet tightly, “Is it so fucking crazy—”

“Yes—” he yells back, “You’re acting crazy—”

And now you feel crazy, dizzy with the weight of his words, “You’re fucking making me crazy—!”

“Tell me, Harry—” You force, grabbing his attention, “When you fuck her, do you think of me?”

This pisses him off, “For fucks sake, grow up—” and maybe you are losing your mind because then you bound off the bed, grabbing hold of his arm as he heads for the bedroom door.

“No—seriously, answer the fucking question. It’s the least you can do—” you tell him, digging your heels into the carpet, but Harry is stronger, and when he yanks his arm out of your grasp, you fall backward on the carpet, hitting the ground hard.

“Goddammit…” He breathes, turning back to hold out a hand to help you up, but you slap it away hard, a loud smack filling the space as a tunnel vision of rage creeps in. Harry holds his hands up in mock surrender, a fucking smug smirk playing at his lips, and you leap up and push past him.

His shit is outside the bedroom door, and you snatch it from the ground, “This isn’t Happy Hour…” you shout, throwing his shirt at him, “You don’t get to have me whenever you want anymore…” and now the tears are coming, your whole body trembling, anger coursing through every fiber of your being, and it’s maddening.

The sight of him is maddening.

“I need you to leave—” you yell, but he’s just standing there, stunned, and so are you, but you know you need to stand your ground because this is the first real fight you’ve ever had.

“Leave Harry—” You scream, “I need you to leave…I need you to leave…” and every time you say the word leave, it hurts even more, the reality of it hitting you hard, and then you’re sobbing, your knees hitting the ground, everything going dark as you force your eyes shut, your palms covering your face, and of course, Harry is there in seconds, pulling you into his embrace, and for a moment you almost give in, your body relaxing into his touch, your faith in him unwavering, but then you breathed him in, the smell of earth and sex, and you remember how you got here, why you’re on the floor naked, in the grasp of a boy who never deserved you in the first place and you force him away from you, taking in the surprised look on his face.

“Get out…go hold her—go fuck her—whatever you’re doing—I don’t want it anymore,” You push through gritted teeth, shoving a hand into his bare chest, “I don’t want you anymore—I don’t want this—I can’t do this anymore.”

This was the parallel you lived in, knowing right from wrong.

A year you had been doing this.

In the beginning, it was great, normal even; Harry was attentive and willing. You never questioned your position in his life because there was never a reason to. 

The thing is, you knew it was risky.

Harry was only three months out from his breakup with Leah. You had heard the rumors, heard of their messy ending, and were close enough to the situation to see the aftermath and the effect it had on Harry, and although she was no friend to you, it didn’t stop you from yielding the slightest bit of empathy for her and Harry. You thought It had to be hard to end a four-year relationship so abruptly.

That was until you found out that she had cheated on him. It wasn’t until she had moved away that you found out the real reason for their demise. 

For months before their break up, you and Harry had been running around in the same circles. The only thing you really knew about him was that you had mutual friends; in fact, you never even said a word to him before their break up. It was always Leah you interacted with. She was one of those girls who liked to mark her territory, the possessive type. It was common knowledge that Harry was hers, and hers alone, and you, being the “girls—girl,” that you are respected that.

So when she moved away, you kept your distance. Not out of loyalty to Leah but out of sympathy for Harry because all it took was for one person to breathe the word “single” in Harry’s direction, and girls were coming out of the woodwork to stake even the tiniest bit of claim, and Harry being the sad, lonely boy he was gave in, and it wasn’t long before he became “that guy” you know, the playboy type, girls in and out of his bed, infamous for his erotic hookups that had girls talking like giddy school girls on the playground swooning over this weeks crush.

Their gossip spread like wildfire.

 And, of course, you were curious because you were, after all, human. 

You liked hearing the stories; they were fun, and each week there was always a new story to entertain you.

Your favorite was the one where he crammed so and so into the back seat of his two-door sports car. This had your gears turning because once, when you were hanging out with his friend Alex, whom you were trying to hook up with, you and Alex caught a ride with Harry. You remembered being amazed that you had even pulled it off, fitting yourself in his back seat, especially in a mini skirt. 

That was also the night that Alex had gotten too drunk, so you and Harry had to team up to get him home, carrying his heavy body like dead weight to the car. You had to give up being graceful in your barely there outfit, and since you guys had a hard time putting Alex in first, you had to crawl into the backseat on Harry’s side of the car. You were too flustered to give a fuck if he saw your ass while bending to fit into his car, but when you announced that you were tucked away and ready to go, you saw that he had turned away, giving you privacy while you situated yourself.

Something about the gesture brought heat to your cheeks as he slid into the driver’s seat, and when you both locked eyes in the rearview mirror, you couldn’t help the shy smile turning up at the corner of your mouth as silence took way.

That was also the first time Harry acknowledged you, called you by your name, and asked for your address. The whole ride home, you found yourself repeating his simple words over and over in your head as you both caught glimpses of one another, you sometimes catching his lingering stare at a red light, or you, when you were caught up in mouthing the words of a song, and your eyes, met his.

That night, as you crawled out of the back seat as graceful as you could, Harry gave you a hand, and when you stumbled, nearly missing your step, he grabbed you by the waist, your heart racing from your near fall, and you looked up at him, a slow smile spreading, and it was the first time you caught the green of his eyes, witnessed his dimples up close, spotted that tiny little beauty mark marking a sweet little dot by his heart-shaped lips, and you had to force your eyes away from his face. 

And what would steal your thoughts later, leave you reeling for days, was the light squeeze he gave your waist, the breathy laugh that left his mouth when he realized he was just as caught up in the moment, and your hand moved to your side, gently nudging his hand away, and you knew you were in trouble, that he would be trouble, and when you whispered “thanks” you forced your feet to move toward your door. As you turned your key in the lock, you stole one last glance at Harry, who was leaning against his car with his hands shoved into the pockets of his skinny jeans, and he lifted a hand to salute you off, and dammit, that smile he gave you, stole your fucking breath, and you rushed through the door before he could see your reaction.

That night took a turn.

That was when your mind started weaving a new narrative as you lay there in bed, and somehow, Harry was at the forefront, giving you a new plot to figure out.

These are also the thoughts that would haunt you later.

10:20am.

1 missed call:

10:23am.

H: Hey, can we talk?

10:24am:

3 missed calls:

10:26am.

H: Please, can we just talk?

12:00pm.

H: I get why you’re mad, but why can’t you just text me back?

3:47pm.

H: I’m trying to talk about this. Why are you making this harder? You’re the one that wanted me to leave.

5:55pm.

2 missed calls.

8:02pm.

1 missed call and one new voicemail.

10:16pm.

H: Can you just call me back? Give me a chance to explain myself??

10:42pm.

Y/N: There’s nothing to talk about.

H: There’s plenty to talk about. Why are you being difficult?

Y/N: Why are you being an asshole about everything?

H: How am I being an asshole? I’ve literally been trying to reach you all day.

Y/N: Because you keep fucking gaslighting me, Harry.

H: How am I gaslighting you?

Y/N: I can’t do this with you.

Missed call:

H: Please just pick up your phone!!!!

Y/N: I don’t want to talk to you if you’re not going to be honest.

H: What do you want me to tell you that you don’t already know? You told me that you saw the pictures. There’s nothing else.

Y/N: I don’t believe you.

H: Well, it’s not like I’m denying it. What else do you want me to say?

Y/N: Why didn’t you tell me about it? Do you know how shitty it is to see the proof?

H: The proof?

Y/N: Yes! the fucking proof Harry. You’ve been weird lately. Do you not think I haven’t noticed the distance you’ve been keeping?

H: I haven’t been keeping distance. I told you I’ve been busy.

Y/N: Why are you lying?

Y/N: We went from hanging out almost every day…and then Leah came to visit her friend that one weekend…Idk like what a couple of months ago. You got weird, and I brushed it off and gave you space, and when you hit me up like a week later everything was fine, like back to normal. Then I saw those pictures a couple of weeks ago, and you haven’t been the same.

…

Y/N: Am I right or wrong?

…

Y/N: I mean, look at the freaking pictures, Harry. You look perfectly cozy.

…

H: It’s just like all really confusing.

Y/N: I get that.

H: Then why are you on my ass about it?

Y/N: Because all you had to do was say something…anything.

H: And would you have understood?

Y/N: Obviously, my feelings would have been hurt, but at least you would have given me the chance to decide what I wanted to do…like moving forward.

H: I didn’t want to hurt you.

Y/N: Yeah, but it hurts more to find out the way that I did. I didn’t even know you guys were talking like that.

H: We weren’t. She had called the night before, and we like talked and stuff.

And this was the onset, the calm before the storm, the deep seed of regret that would take you wholeheartedly the moment you put down your phone.

Y/N: Okay.

H: I’m sorry. I didn’t think anything would come of it, and it’s just like all really confusing, and I think I just need time, and I know it’s cliche to say, but It really is me, not you. 

…

H: I get it if you hate me. I wasn’t expecting any of this. The breakup, you, her coming back, and I just, like, I need to sort this out. I’m like leading you on, I think, and that’s not fair.

…

H: You don’t have to text me back. I just want you to know that I think what we had was real, like I really like you, and hopefully, it’s not weird when you see me around. 

It had been less than 24 hours since he had been in your bed, and he was already talking about you in the past tense. What was there to say? You knew that no matter what you said, you wouldn’t get what you wanted, and that was him—so you didn’t respond.

What we had was real.

What we had was real.

How many times could you think it, repeat it, the line a curse, a shudder of guilt, a slice of anger, a pull of agony down your spine as you shift under the blankets, the pillow next to you, empty, the faint smell of his cologne a lingering reminder of all the nights he’s filled your bed, and woke with your face pressed to his chest, memorizing the way the scent faded on his warm skin.

An almost lover, a whisper in the dark.

And maybe you knew that this would happen, that this was how it would end because deep down you knew, you knew he wasn’t ready, but it felt so good to be the girl he wanted, a love-struck fool, to believe it would last. 

In the beginning, your friends warned you and said that it was too soon.

 But you didn’t listen.

Because it didn’t take long for you to become the girl filling the days in his week.

After that night, after Harry dropped you off, everything shifted. 

The tiny moments that got you to this point. Pushed you past the point of no return because it wasn’t going to be that simple; the line “Hopefully it’s not weird when I see you around” already had you on your knees with longing. It wasn’t going to be that easy, a parting line to cushion the blow. 

It was all him, all of it.

 Harry was the one who sought you out.

That one night at a party, when Alex showed up with someone else, you brushed it off because you weren’t that attached to the idea of him; you just wanted to get laid. So you had a good time, and when Harry came up behind you in the kitchen while you were making yourself another drink, it was nothing, a casual encounter, a brief moment, Harry just saying Hi.

But this is how it started.

A casual encounter at a party, here and there, a whispered “hey” in passing if you saw him on campus, a lingering smile over his shoulder, an occasional beer pong buddy, a touch on the arm, a witty line, a fetched drink when your cup was empty. 

Little things that were beginning to add up.

And when the casual encounters became a prolonged conversation, Harry picking your brain, a shared thought, a passing laugh, his eyes studying your face, the ease of it all stitching a mutual attraction that seemed to be taking you both.

So when his roaming eyes landed on your lips one night, Harry cornering you in the kitchen, you standing there willingly, just another drunken night absorbed in his presence, you were no longer phased that he was talking to you because it just happened, the two of you, the normalcy in which no one blinked an eye when they passed you both huddled in a corner or him next to you in the library when he spotted you sitting alone. 

You had become Harry’s friend, the girl he confided in, the girl he texted when he was bored, the girl who sparked the small chatter, the pointed reason Harry was no longer hooking up with anyone. Honestly, you didn’t even realize it, the natural chemistry you guys shared; yes, you found him attractive, but so did everyone else.

You thought you were just friends, and you were okay with that.

Then he kissed you. 

That night in the kitchen changed everything. You went from friend to lover in the blink of an eye, a split-second jolt of surprise, and you leaned into it, the two of you falling into his bed the moment he kicked open the door, this new hunger rising in you both, your hands all over him, him just as needy, and when you woke up the next morning, nothing felt weird, you didn’t question a thing, which was odd for you, and that should have been your first major sign.

You fell for him hard and fast, as fast as you fell into his bed that night.

For months, you never questioned a thing. You even felt fine when you saw Leah at that party because Harry never gave you a reason to worry— you knew you were the one going home with Harry, that you would be the one waking up in his bed, the one he kissed good morning. She didn’t even bother you guys; she barely looked his way, but the truth was that you felt it, that weird tug between them, their history filling every inch of the room.

Invading your thoughts, stealing the oxygen from your lungs when your eyes met Leah’s. You felt it grow heavy. The weight of your insecurities bearing down on your chest as a steady stream of doubts flushed across your skin, your cheeks burning at the thought of any form of rejection, but there was none. It was like you couldn’t take the fact that what you guys had might be genuine. Leah’s presence made you question if maybe it was too soon to feel secure in anything that you and Harry had because what were you?

It had never been established.

 You never needed it until that moment.

Every time he held your hand that night, your grip was tight, as if you felt him slipping away already. With every kiss, you found yourself deepening the intention, trying to push all your feelings into a single kiss as if your lips could convey all your hopes and dreams. Every touch you pressed to his skin was you praying he felt it too, and when he took you to bed, and Harry pushed inside you, you called out his name, wishing it would be the only voice he wanted to hear. 

But what he didn’t know was that you saw the message the next morning when you were reaching for your phone on the nightstand and accidentally grabbed his. Harry was still passed out next to you, and then the screen came to life in front of your blurry vision. There was her name, a notification that she had DM’ed him that morning.

This was your worst fear. Now you knew the message existed, the fear running down your spine like a bolt of lightning, a hot flash of heat racing through your body, a cold sweat spreading over your palms as you slowly put his phone back on the nightstand, just as Harry started to stir. And as fast as the fear came, so did the desperation; the second you saw him stir, you climbed on top of him. Willing to do anything to hold his attention for as long as you could before he picked up that phone and everything changed. 

Maybe it was a power play, but what other choice did you have? You wanted him, and you wanted to do anything to keep him.

It worked that morning.

It worked in the shower; it even worked when you talked him into going back to sleep, you know, sleep off the hangover, but when you woke to Harry typing away at his phone, you knew she had won, that she would get him, that she was back.

Another shift.

Your first seeds of doubt were planted in your hopeful thinking, but there could be no hope in the misery of what you guys would become because you would never be able to escape their history. 

And now.

Every fear, every doubt that you had held onto since that day was coming full circle as you stepped through the door, and the first thing you saw was Leah leaning against Harry—you didn’t even want to come to this party, but your friends dragged you out. They weren’t going to let you mope any longer, lay in bed for days, let you grieve your loss because that’s what it was—grief.

Now, you had to witness them, watch Leah try to claim what she thought was hers, but that’s the part that makes you laugh because if he was truly hers, you wouldn’t have even been a passing thought in his head. It had only been days since his lips were on yours, and all that time, you wanted him to think of you, but now you found yourself hoping she was the one suffering. That when she kissed his lips, that you were the one she tasted, that you were the passing thought raking across her mind, an agony of questions making her spiral every time he touched her, did something new, cracked a joke that only you would get. 

For days, your heart weighed heavy, a sinking pit of all the “what ifs” weighing you down until you were nothing—your friends kept saying to smile because it happened; at least you got to hook up with Harry, and all you wanted to do was cry—cry because it was over, and that’s what you want to do. Stand here and drink your drink and slip into that languid state of delusion where nothing seems to penetrate the surface.

Drink until you’re numb.

And maybe you’re almost there because when Leah looks over, her gaze holds no power. In fact, she almost seems to mirror you as you watch a hint of doubt sweep over her features, and she grabs Harry’s arm and wraps it around her waist, the movement pulling him from his conversation, and you watch as he connects the dots, his eyes on Leah, following her gaze to you. 

It all happens so fast that you don’t steal a chance to look away, and when your eyes meet his, the hard lines creasing between his brows loosen, and the curiosity fades. His gaze flits over your face, and you drop your eyes to his hand on her waist. Without hesitation, he drops it, bringing it up to run a hand through his hair, and you turn away, the first smile you’ve had on your face for days.

Pathetic with hope. 

That’s what you were. 

Here was the delusion.

That little bit of faith you held onto for him, and you don’t know why you’re doing it, but the next thing you know, you’re pulling out your phone and you message him:

Y/N: You can fake whatever it is you’re faking with her, but I know. I fucking know.”

A/N: Writing this honestly made my angsty soul so fucking happy. I hope you enjoyed it!!!

PART TWO Ex-Girlfriend POV<-

Almost Lover Masterlist<-

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MY MAIN MASTERLIST

(i write for mainly gxg sorry. i also take requests so let me know if you want anything written.)

female celebrities!

taylor swift

HEADCANONS! here

drunk (non smut version)

summary: you're drunk and your girlfriend, taylor wants to take you home, which you try to resist.

casual (REWRITING!)

summary:

good luck, babe

summary: Y/N is in a complicated relationship with taylor swift, where she wants more than just fun, but taylor isn't ready to commit. after a tough conversation, Y/N decides to end things, realizing they deserve more than casual affection. though it hurts, Y/N feels a sense of freedom and relief after walking away.

the fan

summary: y/n, a dedicated swiftie, runs a popular social media account showcasing her edits and paintings of taylor swift. after being noticed by taylor nation, she’s invited to the eras tour. throughout the concert, y/n repeatedly catches taylor’s eye, leaving her flustered. backstage, taylor compliments y/n’s art and admits she couldn’t stop looking at her during the show. as y/n leaves, taylor runs after her to ask for her phone number, making the night even more surreal.

we don’t talk anymore

summary: falling in love with taylor swift felt like a whirlwind, but when the pressure of fame and her struggle with coming out grew too much, you broke up. as she tried to move on with travis kelce, you both admitted to missing each other, but her jealousy over your friendship with shawn mendes created tension. despite the distance, you both realized that your love story wasn’t over and that there was still hope for a future together.

all too well

summary:

i miss you, i’m sorry

summary:

loathe you

summary:

dress

summary:

all i want for christmas is you (WRITING!)

summary:

jenna ortega

HEADCANONS! here

the co-star

summary: on the set of wednesday, Y/N and jenna ortega, who have an on-screen romance, face tension due to jenna's aversion to Y/N. during a heated kiss scene, jenna’s unexpected passion creates an awkward situation, leading her to avoid Y/N for the rest of the day. Y/N is left embarrassed and uncertain about their strained relationship.

the co-star part 2

summary: the day after a tense kiss scene, Y/N and jenna ortega face awkwardness on set. jenna's avoidance creates discomfort, but a heartfelt conversation helps clarify the situation. jenna reveals she's dealing with personal issues, easing the tension and allowing them to start rebuilding their professional rapport.

yandere!unhealthy obsession

summary: after a brief encounter with jenna ortega at a meet-and-greet, y/n is surprised to receive a follow request and a message from her. what starts as a seemingly innocent exchange soon spirals into a possessive obsession, with jenna constantly messaging, showing up unannounced, and isolating y/n from friends. as y/n tries to distance themselves, jenna’s behavior grows darker, her obsession tightening like a trap, until y/n realizes that escaping her hold might be impossible.

coachella

summary:

hot n cold (WRITING!)

summary:

flawless

summary:

it’s always been you

summary:

strangers

summary:

watching horror movies

summary:

billie eilish

HEADCANONS! here

guess?

summary:

i could eat that girl for lunch

summary:

wasn’t it obvious?

summary:

boyfriend

summary:

lana del rey

HEADCANONS! here

cinnamon girl

summary:

flirt

summary:

will you still love me?

summary:

kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor

summary:

gracie abrams

HEADCANONS! here

i love you, i’m sorry

summary:

us

summary:

sabrina carpenter

HEADCANONS! here

taste

summary: your favourite artist, sabrina carpenter asks you to be in her new music video, ‘taste’, which of course you couldn’t refuse…

it’s not christmas without you

summary:

red wine supernova

summary:

we never go out of style

summary: y/n is caught in a complicated relationship with singer sabrina carpenter, who picks her up for a late-night drive. despite knowing their connection often leads to heartbreak, y/n can’t resist sabrina's allure. they share a passionate encounter, but y/n realizes they're stuck in a cycle of returning to each other. after their intense moment, y/n chooses to leave, aware that they will likely reunite again despite the pain.

i’m not perfect

summary: y/n develops an intense obsession with singer sabrina carpenter, feeling both admiration and jealousy. after meeting her at a performance, y/n’s fixation deepens as sabrina acknowledges their presence, making the attraction even harder to ignore. despite sabrina’s kindness, y/n struggles with the emotional pain of unrequited feelings, caught between admiration and the torment of knowing sabrina is out of reach.

demitra kalogera

HEADCANONS! here

sunday kalogera

HEADCANONS! here

the heart wants what it wants (WRITING!)

summary:

jennifer lawernce

HEADCANONS! here

just good friends

summary:

the interviewer

summary:

coffee?

summary:

emma roberts

HEADCANONS!

the babysitter (WRITING!)

summary: Y/N, a 19-year-old college student, gets a job babysitting actress Emma Roberts’ 4-year-old son, Rhodes. As Y/N cares for him, she starts to feel a growing tension between her and Emma. They share small, intense moments, and Emma admits that Y/N feels “different” to her. Though their conversation is interrupted, the unspoken attraction between them is clear, leaving things unresolved.

never too old

summary:

male celebrities!

timothee chalamet

HEADCANONS! here

no strings attached

summary:

i hate you

summary:

matt sturniolo

HEADCANONS! here

again

summary: you and matt have been so called 'friends' for years even though there is something clearly there. matt is sick of being just friends and decides to do something about it…

teachers pet (REWRITING!)

summary: on the first day of school, Y/N encounters Mr. Sturniolo, a young, charismatic new english teacher who draws her attention with his engaging manner and attractive appearance. during a private discussion after class, his intense concern and personal focus create an underlying tension, leaving Y/N both intrigued and unsettled about their evolving relationship.

sick

summary:

the grudge

summary:

cardigan

summary:

chris sturniolo

HEADCANONS! here

idfc

summary: y/n is stuck in a toxic relationship with chris sturniolo, who often disappears and returns drunk. despite knowing he's not truthful or committed, y/n can’t let go. one night, after he comes back, they share an intimate moment, and she asks him to lie and say he loves her, even though she knows it’s fake. unable to break free from her feelings, y/n accepts the lies for the fleeting comfort they bring.

frat boy

summary:

i trusted you

summary:

invisible string

summary:

characters!

wednesday addams

HEADCANONS! here

just a little bite

summary: Y/N, a vampire, returns to wednesday addams' dorm after a day out, sensing her girlfriend's hidden frustration at being apart. as Y/N teases wednesday about her vampire nature, they share playful intimacy through biting. their connection deepens, revealing Wednesday’s vulnerability and desire, ultimately strengthening their bond in the shadows.

smoking

summary: you and wednesday addams, your stoic roommate, share an unspoken romantic tension. one night, she catches you smoking and warns you about the dangers, impulsively throwing your last cigarette out the window. angry, you confront her, but the confrontation reveals deeper feelings between you two, culminating in a tentative kiss that changes everything.

jealous girl (WRITING!)

summary:

mine

summary:

i despise you

summary:

the perfect girl

summary:

ethan landry

HEADCANONS! here

i did this for you, for us (WRITING!)

summary:

that boy is a monster

summary: y/n becomes dangerously infatuated with ethan landry, who hides a dark, monstrous side behind his charm. despite knowing he’s dangerous, y/n can’t resist the pull of his intense gaze and possessive nature. as ethan slowly consumes y/n’s heart and soul, y/n falls deeper into the twisted relationship, unable to escape the hold he has over them. in the end, y/n willingly lets ethan devour their heart, accepting the monster he truly is.

boyfriend

summary:

nerd

summary:

yknow i’ve always had a thing for you

summary:

kiss me

summary:

you belong to me

summary:

jill roberts

HEADCANONS! here

come here dressed in black

summary: Y/N discovers that her girlfriend, jill roberts, is ghostface. despite the horrifying truth, Y/N feels a strong attraction to jill, especially when she reveals herself in the ghostface costume. caught between fear and desire, Y/N struggles to leave the dangerous relationship, unable to resist jill's dark allure.

i won’t hurt you

summary:

you’re mine

summary:

can’t even

summary:

ghostface

HEADCANONS! here

pretty girl (WRITING!)

summary:

billy loomis

HEADCANONS!

nothing yet…

stu macher

HEADCANONS!

nothing yet…

tara carpenter

HEADCANONS!

caught

summary:

let’s ruin the friendship (WRITING!)

summary:

the roommate

summary:

my axe (WRITING!)

summary:

vada cavell

secret

summary:

astrid deetz

just friends

summary: you find yourself caught in a complicated relationship with astrid deetz, who is spending time with another guy named jeremy. as you navigate your feelings of jealousy and confusion, you confront astrid about her intentions, leading to an emotional struggle between love and heartbreak. despite your desire to be together, it becomes clear that the timing may not be right, leaving you to question what you truly mean to each other.

do i wanna know?

summary:

jackie taylor

HEADCANONS!

am i making you feel sick?

summary: y/n alone in the wilderness, applies lipstick to jackie's lifeless body and is visited by jackie's ghost. jackie hints that your true hunger is for her, not just for food. as jackie's spirit fades, y/n is overwhelmed by the realisation of jackie's death and her own deep grief.

katniss everdeen

HEADCANONS!

nothing yet…

finnick odair

HEADCANONS!

nothing yet…

tori vega

HEADCANONS!

nothing yet…

jade west

HEADCANONS!

leaving tonight

summary:

quinn fabray

HEADCANONS!

nothing yet…

rafe cameron

HEADCANONS!

ruin the friendship

summary:

max mayfield

HEADCANONS!

nothing yet…

eleven

HEADCANONS!

first kiss (WRITING!)

summary:

tate langdon

nothing yet…

madison montgomery

i insist

summary:

living dead girl

summary:

brooke thompson

nothing yet…

lee (bones and all)

nothing yet…

michael myers

sick love story

summary:

chop, chop, slide

summary:

leon kennedy

nothing yet…

bela dimitrescu

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debra morgan

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dexter morgan

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rick grimes

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daryl dixon

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vanessa afton

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pyramid head

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[rosesforthelady]

my mlb fic masterlist ! i'm leavetheperfumeontheshelf on ao3

Still Trying

One-shot. Chloé Bourgeois’s first instincts were not to be terrible. (Were anyone’s first instincts really to be terrible?)

The Heroes of Paris and their Differing Opinions on Chloé Bourgeois

One-shot. Marinette Dupain-Cheng hated Chloé Bourgeois. Of course, this translated into Ladybug hating Chloé Bourgeois. But Adrien Agreste? He loved Chloé. And so did Chat Noir.

It's Always Her, With You.

One-shot.

Everyone criticizes Chloé. Sabrina, of all people, knows it's for good reason.

Abille

Chapters 1/15 - When Chloé goes under fire from the public as Queen Bee, Ladybug has no choice but to take her miraculous (Despite all the hard work she’s put into the new team that they’ve built with her Rena, and Carapace.) She thinks she’ll never get it back- Until a certain feline hero takes pity on her.

“Introducing new bee hero Abeille! ! Surely better than her predecessor, everyone give her a round of applause!”

[pr33tyinpink]

PR33TYINPINK’S MASTERLIST

legend: ღ = smut | ꡴ = angst | ఌ = fluff

SABRINA CARPENTER

୨୧ - fics:

ღ - pink baby princess

ღ - addicted

୨୧ - blurbs:

ღ - taste

୨୧ - headcanons:

!!! - nothing to see here…

୨୧ - other/au’s:

!!! - nothing to see here…

TAYLOR SWIFT

୨୧ - fics:

!!! - nothing to see here…

୨୧ - blurbs:

!!! - nothing to see here…

୨୧ - headcanons:

!!! - nothing to see here…

୨୧ - other/au’s:

!!! - nothing to see here…

©pr33tyinpink