#sabrina masterlist

[luvhughes43]

vicious | trevor zegras x reader

luvhughes43 masterlist🌷

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.

[karaeilishh]

choice b. eilish; s. carpenter

summary: they got along just fine until you came and messed things up. and it’d be a war for only one of them to get you. . . but if you can take both?

warnings: dom!sub!dom, threesome, oral fixation, strap, dp, degradation, strap/fingers sucking

the temperature in the locked bathroom of some big party was several hundred degrees, with two friends practically at each other's throats, arguing over who you should be with. what started out as a joke argument had turned into a full-on fight, with lots of shouting and eye rolling.

"you wanna argue, carpenter? you wanna battle?" billie's eyes were burning with pure hatred and irritation as she looked at sabrina, holding herself back from punching her in the face and wiping that smug smirk off her face. always so sweet and cloying, the perfect princess for the world. there was a fire between them, sparks were practically flying, dangerous and burning everything around them. "i’ll give you fucking war."

sabrina wasn't smiling anymore, she was laughing, her fingers cupping billie's chin, like she'd said something genuinely funny. her grip looks weak, but her nails dig hard into billie's soft skin, making her hiss but stay put. "it's so cute how you get mad when you realize she's going to be mine" she emphasizes the last words, her expression changing. colder, rougher, more dominant. sabrina could charm anyone, and you were no exception.

"only in your sweet, stupid dreams" she roughly yanks her hand away from the blonde, trying to burn holes in it with her gaze. billie's head is a mess as she tries to argue with sabrina and simultaneously push away the thoughts of you dating her. from the outside it looked wild, and they were both glad you couldn't see it.

"billie, i really appreciate you and your music, but i won't give up the girl that was made for me" sabrina looks up at her, mockingly, lingering on her eyes. it was like two raging oceans colliding to drown you in their waters.

"tell that to your dear boyfriend. he'll love knowing how much you want to fuck your friend" billie spits out, almost grinning, silencing sabrina for a few seconds. she clenches her hands into fists at her sides in anger. her patience is gone at the thought of you being in love with sabrina, of being hers.

"i'll make sure she never chooses you" a fake smile plays on sabrina's lips again as billie walks out of the room with those words. she slams the door so hard that it seems like the putty on the ceiling has crumbled a little. sabrina sighs heavily, trying not to think about the fact that even if she gets you, she'll have to tell barry somehow.

a literal war over the girl is so stupid and reckless and childish. it's pointless, in a way, when they're both two of the most famous singers in the world and you're just their mutual friend, being way too nice and sweet to both of them, but... it's you. it's your eyes, your name, your body, your soft hair, your voice and the way you look at them. and if necessary, they'll destroy each other for you.

sabrina sends you flowers, delicate lilies, white roses, daffodils. she'll make sure to pick out a few beautiful dresses from the most expensive store in town and make sure they're lying outside your door. she'll text you early every morning to remind you how important breakfast is and to wish you a good day. her soft hands will always wrap around your waist softly but possessively when you go out together. and she'll make sure to put you on her instagram story. for one person to see. so sweet...

her love seems soft at first glance, just like sabrina herself. she looks like a fragile little girl writing love notes in her diary when she falls in love. but that's just how she looks. if she wants you, she'll do anything to make sure the only girl on your mind is her. and to be honest, that's what happened.

your thoughts were torn apart because of her. because of them. you didn't understand why they both suddenly started paying attention to you in a way no one else ever did. it was driving you crazy. it made a warmth build up between your legs whenever you thought about them.

billie was constantly in touch with you, sending you tons of photos from shoots, concerts, and interviews, sticking her tongue out and with"do you need a seat? i'm a volunteer" caption. she always have you a ride if the taxi fare was too high or you just agreed to let her help. her hand was constantly on your shoulder, pulling you close and whispering something in your ear.

the internet seemed to be going crazy with how many photos paparazzi posted almost every day. sometimes they were the most ordinary pictures, and other times it seemed like you were way too close to each other. and you would never know how jealous they both were seeing it. until one day.

"billie!" you call out when you see her at a small event you were invited to as a guest. or maybe one of them made sure you’re here. you run up to her, standing on your tiptoes to wrap your arms tightly around her neck and bury your nose in her dark hair. “i’m so glad you’re here, i don’t know any of these people!” you babble, your heart calming down.

her hands immediately fall to your waist, lightly squeezing the satin fabric of your dress. it almost makes you blush, but your reaction escapes billie’s gaze as your face is buried in the crook of her neck. “i’m here, baby.” she whispers softly and strokes your back, closing her eyes and enjoying the moment while it’s just the two of you.

"actually i think you know someone else here" if you could only see billie's face when a familiar soft voice with a hint of huskiness sounded behind you. the grip on your waist tightened, but you didn't pay attention to it, carried away by pulling away from her and hugging sabrina, letting her bury her nose in your neck for a few seconds. you felt her inhaling the scent of your perfume. "is that cherry baby? i like that you wear my perfume"

you smiled shyly, not realizing that she said it on purpose to cause noticeable jealousy in billie, which was felt in her facial expressions and every movement. a loud sigh escaped her lips when she tried to pretend that she didn't care that you were wearing sabrina's perfume and not hers. it didn't work out well and she simply turned away, digging her nails into her palms.

"thank god you're both here" you smile, genuinely happy to have two of your dear friends by your side right now. but that happiness quickly faded, your gaze darting from sabrina to billie, analyzing the hateful glint in their eyes. you frown, taking a step back and coughing to get their attention, but they were clinging to each other's skin, devouring and tearing each other apart with their eyes. you didn't recognize them right now.

you weren't in the mood for their sullen expressions, so the idea of going and getting yourself a drink overcame your desire to be in their company. "uh, okay. if you need to talk, i'll go-" you turn sideways to walk between their bodies, standing quite close, when you feel four hands on your body at once. you're shocked by how they all said "wait" in unison. and now you're sandwiched between two girls, close, too close to feel their breath on your skin, sabrina's breasts pressed against your own while billie's belt tickles your lower back. their tension is transferred to you and now you're the one who's nervous.

you swallow hard, trying to gently pull away from their grip at first, but your legs somehow fail you and you stand there, trying to ignore the looks the other people are giving you. you wait for them to say or do something, but they just stand there, enjoying the feeling of warmth emanating from your body. a sigh falls from your lips as this silence begins to irritate and excite you.

"okay, now stop snuggling up to me and explain what's going on" you whisper, turning your head to the side so as not to meet sabrina's blue eyes and end up in an even more awkward situation. although, it seems like it can't get any worse.

you can feel them killing each other with their looks. you stand there for a few more seconds, but then your patience snaps. your arousal becomes noticeable. you burst in. "what the fuck is going on between you two?"

your brows are furrowed, lips slightly parted. you were supposed to look angry, but to each of them it seemed sexy, judging by the way two pairs of blue eyes slid over your figure. a familiar feeling formed between your legs, making you feel a little embarrassed and squeeze your thighs together. your breathing became heavier, your hands gripping the hem of your dress nervously. and fuck, it didn’t escape them. “wait, she likes it.”

the chuckle that escaped billie’s lips made you blush instantly. the temperature in the room seemed to rise a few degrees as the meaning of those words sank in to sabrina. their feud ended for a few minutes as your face became too cute and red. a cheshire grin spread across her face. you’re in trouble.

“you’re not that stupid, arent you, cutie?” you swallow hard, taking a few seconds to process everything that was happening right now. there was a ringing in your ears, you couldn’t believe that this was actually happening. this is a dream, this is a dream, this is a dream. your plan was to stay stupid until the very end, but something always fucking goes wrong. "billie, i don't know what you're talking about."

you try to keep your voice cool and confident, but it's really bad when two pairs of eyes are boring stars into you. you bite your lower lip nervously, almost tasting your own blood on the tip of your tongue. "come on, kitten. you're making it more obvious with every passing second." sabrina's soft voice shuddered down your spine, turning the wet spot on your panties into a literal puddle. at least for the first time they were on the same page.

your knees are buckling slightly, but you can support your weight for now.  bet you're going to need two pairs of hands to stand up straight soon. the distance between you gave you room to breathe normally, but before you knew it, they were both too close to you. it was too obvious in your eyes that you weren't looking at one of them, but at both of them at once. "you know you can't leave with both" the rough voice was like ice water on you, making your mind drift to thoughts of taking everything.

something clicks in your head when you realize that you want them both. no, you need it. with every atom of your body you wanted to feel their hands, their skin, their gaze, their breath. "and if i can?" you tilt your head to the side, your gaze taking in their surprised faces. they clearly weren't expecting such words from such a shy girl. "can you be nice for one evening?"

this is your game now.

their gazes don't even meet, but it's easy to tell that they would never agree to share your body with each other. not when each of them did everything to make sure that only one of them had you. you remain silent for a few more seconds, waiting for an answer from at least one of them, but all you get is this fucking silence. "no? you want to tell me no?"

your eyebrows rise, a playful smirk playing on your lips. this is getting fun now. you nod in understanding, purposely pulling down the strap of your dress, revealing more of your milky skin. that fucking got their attention. "well then we'll definitely see each other next time"

this manipulation was too sweet and tempting for them to deny you. they can't let you leave. not now. every movement you made against their bodies made their eyes roll to the back of their heads, even though they hadn't even touched you properly. just such a needy girl, for whom having only one was too little.

the tension was unbearable when you found yourself in billie's apartment with your body sandwiched between the two of them. their hands were too hot, too talented and soft against your skin. loud sighs and moans escaped your lips every time you felt a bite too hard or a pinch too rough on your clothed nipple.

your dress ended up on the floor once you were in the bedroom, almost ripped off your body. sabrina pushes you onto the bed, hovering over your body to slowly remove your underwear and leave a trail of wet kisses down your neck, collarbones and chest. she sucked on your skin a little too hard, leaving dark marks on certain areas of your skin. “such a beautiful sweet girl, what a shame i have to ruin this...” she giggles and gets to her feet as billie hands her a… strap? it wasn’t even out of the package. big, fucking big and thick, barely fitting in sabrina’s hand when she pulled it out.

“i can’t take this…” there’s a hint of fear in your eyes, but the sticky arousal between your legs overshadows any doubts. you spread your legs slightly, literally exposing your wet pussy to them. “and that’s why you’re dripping all over my sheets, baby?” billie chuckles, attaching her own strap to her thighs. god, how many does she have?

"don't you have any more interesting colors, eilish?" sabrina protests, but imitates her actions. this thing looked massive against her small frame. sexy. billie just rolls her eyes, walking a few meters away from her to approach the bed from the other side. she doesn't even have to touch you, you feel her presence behind you. "on all fours"

her words send shivers down your body, but you obediently roll over, leaning on your knees and hands. your hair cascades over your shoulders, covering part of your arms. your puppy eyes look up at billie, waiting for what will happen next. "such an obedient little thing" sabrina chuckles behind you, teasing your pussy with two fingers. you moan softly until billie runs his thumb over your bottom lip, wiping off some of your lipstick. "open up"

you obediently open your mouth and feel the pads of her fingers on your tongue. she was fishing hard enough to make you whine pathetically. you try to move your tongue to circle the phalanges of her fingers. "such a slut, where are your manners?" a soft slap flies across your cheek, making you relax your tongue. she keeps her fingers in your mouth for a few more seconds before pulling them out and smearing your saliva over your lips.

your eyes are half closed, looking at her through your eyelashes. your body is already sore from the awkward position, your arms are starting to go numb, but all this discomfort is forgotten as soon as you feel two fingers inside you. it didn't take sabrina long to insert a third one into you. her phalanges slid into your pussy at a rapid pace, making your body rock back and forth. "so tight, fuck. you're perfect, doll"

your mouth opens in a string of moans as billie's short nails cut sharply into the back of your neck, causing a gagging sound that you try to suppress. "now suck it, angel" her eyes never leave your face as you take her fingers greedily, moving your head quickly, licking every inch of her skin with your tongue. it was really sexy. "fuck, fuck…"

her fingers pull out of your mouth as quickly as they came in. she smears your drool all over the silicone, making you almost roll your eyes at the sight. billie tugs at your bottom lip, urging you to open your mouth really wide to accommodate at least the tip of her strap-on. "come on, take it all, baby" she growls as you take a few inches into your mouth, your eyes already watering.

"you do it faster princess" sabrina whispers against your bare back as she leaves soft kisses, fucking you roughly with her fingers. oh the contrast. and you obey, taking a deep breath through your nose and taking almost the entire length. with your approval billie grabs your hair, forcing you to hold your head in place as she fucks your face herself, rocking her hips.

your head is almost bursting with sensation as you feel the cool silicone against your pussy. suffocating. she teases your folds, collecting all of your arousal, almost dripping onto the sheets. “such a dirty girl! i don’t even need lube, baby.” sabrina taunts, pushing a few inches into you. it stretches you so fucking good and hard, you almost choke on the cock in your mouth. “careful, mamas, focus on me.”

billie’s voice is almost soothing as she caresses your cheek, unlike sabrina who left a smack on your ass. that will definitely leave marks. “i doubt she’ll be able to focus on you.” a dangerous glint in her eyes that you can’t see but feel as her grip on your sides tightens. you cry. cry because it’s too much and it’s perfect.

"don't dare me" billie's gaze turns darker and more dangerous, more trying to kill sabrina with her eyes than caring about the tears and drool smeared all over your face, your scalp aching from how hard she's pulling on your hair. "mm..." you try to somehow warn her, touch her thigh, so she'll finally pay attention to you.

"is that too rough, baby? how embarrassing" she pulls the silicone cock out of your mouth, slapping the head against your open lips. you can barely see her through the veil of tears in your eyes and the way your body is shaking from sabrina's thrusts. "i'm so close..." your words come out more like pathetic whines.

"not yet, princess" you almost cry as she cuts you off from your orgasm, clawing at your back. her nails are short, but that doesn't stop her from leaving red scratches on your skin. her pace becomes sloppy and too fast, causing you to fall onto your elbows and bury your face into the mattress. it’s too, too, too good to ever stop.

billie drops to her knees to grab your neck, making you feel every cold ring of it against her hot skin. she whispers something to you about how perfect you are, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss. she pushes her tongue into your mouth and you immediately give her dominance, moaning and whining against her mouth. she kisses, bites, licks. destroys your plump lips, leaving you almost breathless.

the way sabrina’s hips slap against your ass made your head turn to mush and your insides churned from how deep she was. and how good she was stretching you. god, who would have thought she could do this to you. "please..." you beg between kisses from billie, gripping the sheets tighter, praying that at least one of them will let you come.

"please what, sweetie?" sabrina hums, pressing a few kisses to the back of your neck. you can't speak. you just can't, because damn. your eyes fall to billie's face, like she's going to smile and let you let go of this for her. "answer her." the cold tone in your head made you gather the last bits of your sanity together.

"i need to cum so bad, i beg you...for you" you're close to crying from desperation and desire, but you're given consent. you mumble thanks and pleas until billie finally shuts you up with a deep kiss, swallowing your moans as you cum all over the blonde's strap.

"now it's my turn, carpenter"

tags - @chrissv4mp, @hkkuugu, @sweet3nerrr, @krosep, @stonerfromlesbos, @loveyoumatthewbernard, @47lake @ohdoyoustillcry, @bilsdillldough, @n0vabug, @bxllxeb, @bleachxbunny, @swamppmonsteer

a/n - well gn babies 🫀🫀🫀

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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.

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Carlossainz love the long☕️☕️

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

User2 Love all the singers and drivers comments

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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.

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User1 LOVED TO SEE YOU!

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

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User2 and it worked

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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

User12 what is going on with all these side quests?!

User13 Charles surfer era when??

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

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Yourusername The other special thing fans the 2nd reason of me releasing Espresso. happy anniversary love🩵🤍

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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 !!!!

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User8 THE WHOLE SONG GIRLLL

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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 ????!!!

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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!!

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WE NEVER GO OUT OF STYLE

back to my main masterlist

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.

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Summary: What happens when the man you've loved since childhood decides he's ready to settle down, but it turns out you are no longer his forever. How would you cope with the sudden engagement? For Blair, it's a hard pill to swallow, knowing that the beautiful girl smiling in all his pictures will get her forever. I guess it's a blue Christmas this year.

A/N: I have to make a confession: I hate Christmas music, but the first time I heard Sabrina Carpenter's 'Cindy Lou Who' I knew this was my kind of Christmas song. I love a sad song, and this song feeds my "angsty soul," So please give it a listen before you read. This whole story is my interpretation of the song. Hope you like it. Happy Holidays enjoy!!!!

Requests: Here

Word Count: 6K

Warning: Mentions of Sex, Strong Angst and Langue, Family Dynamics, Mentions of Pregnancy, Heartbreak.

I don’t think sneaking my ex-boyfriend out of my parent’s house is the best look for anyone on Christmas morning, but technically, it’s still Christmas Eve if you haven’t gone to sleep yet, right?

To be fair, he was the one knocking on my window, stumbling his way to my bed. Casually, bringing up the past, circling back to things I thought I had already unpacked with my best friend after I scrolled his girlfriend’s social media, backtracking five years, to be honest, she had me broader line obsessed.

He made his way to my bed and in between my legs, touching place and sharing space in the best way we knew how, and that’s the funny thing about having history with someone—sometimes it makes it harder to say no when it’s knowingly what you want the second they step foot into a place that once served as a sanctuary to you both—a garden where words weaved trust, that turned into secrets, carving out a space of our very own; a world that we created and while he wasn’t my first kiss he was everything else.

I’ve lost track of how many times our words of forever were passed between our mouths, tangled in shared breaths of “I swear until the day I die, I’m yours.” When you’re young, you believe it because it’s all you have—and we took that with us when we thought we were ready for the world—two foolish kids on an endeavor to forge these grown-up dreams of a grand gesture without a second thought, only relying on the word “love,” like love could weather any storm.

The hardest lesson we learned was that love isn’t always enough. Sometimes, you can love someone with all your being and forget that they’re not a possession—but a person. Was that our mistake? I don’t know, but we wanted to be our own people at some point and find ourselves outside of only identifying as “we.” 

Let me tell you, that’s a hard pill to swallow, and from time to time, I still find myself choking on it, especially when it is obvious we still click—we didn’t need sex to know that we still worked, fit together like a puzzle that had been forgotten, and dusted off, only to find that you still had every single piece. Still, when Harry tried to kiss me goodbye, I pulled away.

“Hey—what is it…tell me?” he asks

“Nothing…it’s just late. You know how my mom is about Christmas morning.” I lie because the reality of his leaving is starting to sink in. I’m not ready for him to leave, but we both knew that there would be an ending to this.

He laughs, attempting to shrug his jacket on, and I glimpse the joy of the familiar memory dance across his features, “Yeah, she can be kind of crazy, right?”

“Yeah—but not any crazier than your mom,” I laugh. 

“Hey now—actually…you know they kind of feed off each others crazy…” He says, fighting to find the sleeve of his jacket, and when I reach to help, something falls from his pocket, a loud thud clashing against the hardwood floor. I look down, thinking he knocked something off my shelf, but then I see it.

We both stare at the ground, a small box lying in the space between us, “You shouldn’t have…” I declare, bending down—Looking back now, I don’t know what I was thinking—You know this tends to happen when you rely on your wit to get you out of awkward situations. I thought it would be cute and clever. I would open the box, and it wouldn’t be exactly what I knew it was—a ring, but not just any ring—the ring.

“Hey—hey—hey…give me that,” He jokes, trying to turn it into a game, but I’m in too deep to give it up. I can only focus on getting a peek at the ring, which is now a broken promise, and right this second, I’m desperate enough to open this box—basque in the feeling of the “what if” this was mine.

I turn away, shoving his hand out of the way, compulsively straining to get a look at this ring, immediately getting aggressive when he tries to reach over my shoulder. “Stop Harry—” I urge.

“Come on, Blair—this isn’t funny…” He says, unamused, but he’s too late, and as I shove my elbow into his ribs, the box is flipping open, the glint of the diamond catching the light of the moon shining through the window. He stops then because what’s the use, right? Here it is—the ring—perfect, everything I would have wanted. It’s almost like a slap in the face, like he looked back on one of the many pictures I sent over the years, thinking one day this would be me. 

The ring is stunningly beautiful. There is so little light yet it’s drawn to every facet; immaculate, precise cuts creating the perfect sparkle. There is nothing humble about it, but nothing seems to be humble about him anymore, including his life choices—and here I am, holding my breath, afraid to move, listening to his flustered exhale when I slam the box closed, a loud clap shut. 

Without a word, I nudge him away from me, “Blair, listen—I was going to tell you…”

“When—? Before or after we had sex, Harry…Is that what this was?” I yell.

He panics and cups a hand over my mouth. It’s not hard, but it annoys the hell out of me, and I wrench his arm away, forcing him toward the window, “Don’t you fucking do that—you don’t get to do that—”

“I’m sorry—but seriously, Blair, let’s not wake your family,”

I let out a dry laugh, “Oh—trust me, they would understand—” I seeth.

“Oh, for fucks sake, Blair, that’s not fair—I don’t know what this was…I just really wanted to see you—” he says, raking a hand through his hair, a deep crease forming between his brows, and he licks his lips, running a hand down his face as he turns away.

“What do you want me to do? This is the way it’s supposed to work out. You know my family …I don’t really have a say. You know that—”

“Please—Harry—you’re almost 30 years old. You don’t think you have any say in your life?”

He turns around, a condescending laugh filling the space, “You of all people should understand…”

“Well—I thought I did…but I don’t think I do anymore. It just doesn’t make sense…none of this seems to make sense anymore. I don’t understand how we could be perfectly fine one day, and as soon as your dad put you on the path to be a partner at his firm—which we both knew would happen—” I start.

He shakes his head, pinching his lower lip between his thumb and index finger, contemplating my words, “Help me make it; make sense. When we knew all along what the path was going to be. Were did “WE” get lost because I did nothing but support you, and then you went away on that trip with your family—”

“And you’re on about this again…” he interrupts, words cutting like knives because this was the theme of some of our biggest arguments.

I’m shaking my head this time, confusion inching through my brain, straining to grasp for details I thought I packed away. “Now that’s not fair…” I force, my throat burning with the effort of biting back tears. 

“Listen—this is my fault—” he says, reaching for the box, “I shouldn’t have come. I knew this would be a bad idea, but I just—”

I grasp onto the box, wanting to catch his eyes. I want to see the regret, “Tell me, does it hurt you, hurting me…I could have waited for your mom’s Facebook post…I know she’s over the moon with her…just fucking smitten that’s she’s everything and more—”

“I should go,” he says, his eyes darting to the window before he slides the box into his pocket. He opens the window, and the cold breeze flits into the dark room, reminding me of how little I have on. My eyes float to the bed, already mourning us like a fading memory—disappointment crawling up my spine, the sick twist of regret already tearing at my emotions as tears fill my eyes.

“Yeah, this was a bad idea…” I tell him, choking on the words, and I can feel my body starting to tremble. I want him gone, forever, to leave and be with his girlfriend, who will get him in the daylight. Who will kiss the mouth of the man I love for the rest of her life—and I’m sick—sick with the thought of them—and damn—This was easier when there was distance when I could pretend he didn’t exist.

“I’m sorry, bee—” He whispers, a slight trimmer in his voice as he reaches out to me, and let him because if this is all that is left. I want that last kiss. I want a kiss from the lips that were once mine, but when he pulls me in, I reach for his face, and he interjects, grasping my hands in his, denying me my one last wish.

“Harry…” I whisper, hot tears burning my eyes, “It’s just you and me right now…” I plead because he has that look of goodbye in his eyes; the reality setting in, like me standing here in his old tee-shirt, is too real for him—The cold draft of the air brings the world in with it. Yes, I feel it too, but his hands are so warm, his face is so sweet and kind, and I know what he’s about to do.

“Bee—” He tries, swallowing hard, like the words are stuck in his throat, tears drawing in his eyes, and he rubs his lips together, shaking his head as his eyes dart to our hands, and I grip his hands harder because he’s going to leave—he’s going to leave, and I’m never going to get his back; This man—the love of my life. There’s never a time he hasn’t had me, and he’s going to leave, he’s going to move on, and he will still have me because I could never let him go.

And when the tears spill over and fall down his cheeks, my body aches with a longing that’s so deep in my bone it hurts—my love for him hurts so fucking bad that I don’t think I’ll ever not love him or not want to be with him. He’s standing here breaking my heart all over again, and I still love him. I still want him always and forever like he fucking promised me because he did promise, and now she gets him; she gets to have my always and forever.

Now he’s pulling away, and I won’t let him go; I can’t let him go. “Bee…please…” he begs softly.

“I love you,” I cry out, “I love you so much, H—” and he pulls me into his body, letting me sob into his chest, my hot breath seeping into his body, and I breathe him in, trying to memorize our scent, but it there like muscle memory something I could never forget.

“You know I love you, Bee…” he breathes, pressing a warm kiss to the top of my head, “You know I will always love you, but you know that we can never do this again…”

His words slice through my pain, filling me with rage, and he’s right. We can’t do this ever again; he doesn’t get to have me like this and go back to her—and I’m so fucking mad at myself for falling into his trap because I’ve been so good. I can’t even remember the last time I talked to him. He knew what would happen when he knocked on my window, and I was so stupid to let him—yet here he is still wielding his power. 

“You have to go,” I tell him, trying to force myself from his arms, and Harry’s grip tightens.

“I’m sorry, Bee—”

“No—this was wrong—this was all wrong, and you shouldn’t have done this…we shouldn’t have done this—”

I push him toward the window, angry adrenaline a trimmer in my fingertips when I bring a shaky hand up to tuck my hair behind my ear, “You did this to us…” I tell him.

“I’m—” he starts, and I know he’s just going to try and apologize, but that will never be enough, not when I know what happens next—and what? Did he use me? Did he feel sad and come looking for my sympathy?

“Leave—” I spit.

“Bee…come on—”

“Leave!” I say louder, loud enough to send an echo through the room. He stiffens, his panic reaching his face, and I cross my arms over my chest.

“Fine—” he hisses, his hair falling into his face as he bends his body halfway through the window. Harry doesn’t even look back; he doesn’t even give me a tiny morsel of hope, and I don’t know what I was expecting. Then Harry is out the window, and I slam it shut, swiping the curtains closed.

“Merry fucking Christmas, you Asshole…” I breathe, falling onto the bed to cry. 

…

Here’s the thing about Christmas in my house: we wake up and celebrate, and nothing else is allowed. It’s the one time of the year when my mom is allowed to live in the delusion that everything is merry and bright. There’s no space to be sad. She’s up with the rising sun, her hair perfectly manicured, her make-up set for pictures, wrapped in a festive robe she just “rolled out of bed” in, and then she’s on to two more outfit changes. 

So this morning, when I woke, ready to welcome her joyful cheer, I was surprised to see none. I found her standing at the sink, my dad leaning against the counter like I had just interrupted a fight, maybe some disagreement they didn’t want me part of. My first thought was that they knew. They saw Harry leaving, or maybe my voice had carried, and they heard me arguing with him.

It was like being a teenager all over again as I walked toward the coffee maker to pour myself a cup. Without fail, the clink of the dish against the stone countertop ricochets through the thick silence in the room, making me jumpy; the slurp of the pour is interrupted when my mom speaks. “All I’m going to say is let’s get through this day. I don’t want to talk about it. We can call all touch base once everyone is gone—Bee, will you stay longer this time or not?” 

I’m in the midst of taking a sip, and the hot liquid hits my top lip, burning me as my eyes move from my dad to my mom in question, confused by whatever this is that I walked in on, “I wasn’t sure if I wanted to stay longer…I have a project—”

“Can you—?” she asks flatly like you better say “yes.” 

I look to my dad, who raises his brows, eyes widening, and he blows out a breath, his lip puffing as he brings his coffee to his mouth, “Fine.” I answer because it doesn’t seem like there’s any other option.

And that was it—She switched up her mood as quickly as the conversation ended. I stood there sipping my coffee, mentally preparing, and that’s how we carried on, pushing it under the rug.

It started with presents, each gift given its proper praise, mom all smiles, dad snapping pictures, my sister nudging my shoulder as a constant reminder to keep up the show, and it was perfect—it was— but every time the camera flashed. I could feel myself drifting to the thought of all the pictures that would greet me when I opened my phone—How her red lips and long dark hair would steal my breath, her beauty outshining us all. 

She became the jealous quake in my bones at the thought of Harry down on one knee, entrancing my thoughts, repeatedly threatening to pull me out of the moment—and now my mom is shouting from across the room, bidding for my attention, as I try and swallow the persistent lump burning a hole in my throat, making every word a battle of will to say the most straight-forward sentence—and it wasn’t fair; It wasn’t fair that I got to sit with it all day—a reel of memories cascading through my mind, always the slightest reminder to remind me of the past.

The smallest gestures, a deep-seeded pain strangling my insides; all my dad had to do was glance down at his watch. The watch Harry gave him when he turned forty or every time my mom tucked her behind her ear, I caught sight of the diamond earrings he got her and his mom, making them both laugh the last Christmas we all shared because that was our thing—it almost doesn’t seem real that our moms used to be best friends, nowadays it feels like a lifetime since they even shared one word, my mom growing bitter the day Harry broke my heart.

A sudden breakup can wreck anyone, and inherently, our families became the collateral damage, causing a complicated ripple through our families, a rigid divide that none of us knew how to address, let alone manage any semblance of a relationship; maybe that was our fault. I couldn’t be his friend. It hurt too much to try and mask my feelings, to manipulate them into something they weren’t, like right now—how I’m torturing myself, scrolling through social media, almost hoping I’ll see the pictures I know his mom will post. Perhaps it will be what I need; to rip the bandaid off, the right push I need to fucking move on because I don’t know how much longer I can live in the misery of what was and wasn’t.

Dissasoiating—the word of the day—a single word that could describe my whole day because somehow it’s dinner, and I’m sitting around the table trying to piece together the lapse in time I’ve lost. All it takes is one look at my mom to straighten up and be present. I don’t even know what they’re talking about, nor do I care, but when my cousin Jenny asks me to pass the potatoes, and the light captures the glint of her new engagement ring, my stomach drops, the hideous ache of jealousy climbing up my spine, and I’m sick again, my stomach turning at the thought, that maybe he’s already done it, maybe he’s asked her and she’s wearing his ring on her finger, and they’re sitting around the table; and every time she takes a bite it reflects the light from the chandler, everyone smiling because what a happy time, what a perfect day; what a bright fucking future they have.

This time, I can’t control it; it’s all too much, and I’m scraping the chair back, politely excusing myself, then bounding to the upstairs bathroom, yanking my phone from my pocket—and without a passing thought, I’m doing it—I’m calling Harry—by the first ring, I’m in panic mode, pacing back and forth, willing myself to end the call, trying to keep the phone from sliding down my sweaty palm.

I’m all adrenaline as I force the phone against my ear, the ring getting louder, and each time it rings, a gnarled knot of guilt builds in the depth of my belly. I keep looking to the toilet on the verge of falling to my knees and heaving anything that made its way to my stomach—then Harry forwards the fucking call to voicemail, and tears are spilling over my lids, my whole body hot, like maybe I’ll combust right here, explode with the fury of heat rising in my body.

I’m surprising myself when I press his name again, bringing the phone back to my ear, and I hold my breath, waiting for the first ring. It rings and then rings again, and by the third ring, I think I might get through—and it’s all a joke because yeah fucking right—By the fifth ring, I’m second-guessing myself again, shame eating away at my flesh, and then he’s forwarding the call again—my shame flying out the window.

Okay, yes, maybe this is the part where I tell you I should be embarrassed—but fuck it, I’m calling again, losing myself a little more each time he forwards my call. By the 8th call, I’m tormenting myself, a pitiful excuse of a human on the ground so caught up in my own grief that I don’t even hear my sister knocking on the door. The knock sounds, making my heart leap in my chest, the fear of being caught ripping through like an earth quack, and I’m up, catching sight of my reflection in the mirror, not even recognizing the person looking back at me. 

I haven’t felt this desperate since we broke up, like an anxious tick buzzing under my skin. The humiliation of it all is a time bomb, counting down the seconds until it ignites inside me—and I’m there. I ignore the steady stream of knocks and crouch down like the monster I’ve become because I can’t look at myself and do what I know I’m about to do—it’s my one last stance, and I shoot Harry a text:

“Your a fucking coward!” I send and then realize I used the wrong fucking “your,” and my pride won’t let me go out like this. I send a quick “you’re” to fix my mistake and watch the screen, knowing he is now more aware of his than before. When the line changes from “delivered” to “read,” I watch the tiny dots collect in the corner of the screen, awaiting his reply—they appear and disappear several times until it finally stops altogether, and he leaves me on read.

Just as I’m about to send “fuck you!” my sister opens the door, pushing the bobby pin she used to pick the lock back into her hair, and closes the door behind her. “Dude, whatever is going on right now—you need to get it together—it’s one fucking day, okay…that’s all mom asks for, and she’s down there growing impatient. So seriously…if you’re up here freaking out about another dude you met on a dating app—like this isn’t the time—”

“I had sex with Harry—” I confess right then and there because I know this will be the only thing that will make her understand.

“No—” she says, pulling a handful of toilet paper from the roll, “We’re not doing this right now…” She wipes the tears from my face and forces me out of the bathroom and into my room.

“You have two minutes to get your shit together. I need Mom to be in a good mood today…listen, I have big shit going on too, but you don’t see me up here crying—” and she’s right. I saw her pregnancy test in our shared bathroom trash. She must have been panicked when she half-assed her wrapping job on her test. I know I taught her better than that, but this was what I needed to pull myself back up.

I came down the stairs with a smile. Everyone in the sitting room was having coffee and dessert; this was the last stretch. This is all we had left, and then I can check my phone that my sister made me leave upstairs—and so I would drone on keeping up with conversations, tossing out witty remakes, bringing laughter and joy to everyone around, and when my mom sent me a genuine smile, I felt myself smiling back, enjoying the company of my family; and when dad slipped me the “good” eggnog I realized that there’s nothing better at taking the edge off then alcohol.

Four eggnogs in on an empty stomach, and I was working the room, exaggerating about my life and all the projects I’ve taken on at work, dodging questions about my dating life, and when my grandma brought up Harry four times, dammit, I didn’t even flinch, I just kept the conversation moving, filter out the emotions coursing through me like a breeze on a sunny day, right before a summer storm sets in. I even kept it cute and classy when cousin Jen took her engagement ring on a tour around the room, gutting me like a fish when she said, “I never thought I would get married before you…you know…like you and Harry were like “it” you know—” and I’m smiling again, getting a nod of approval from mom when she hears me congratulate Jen again, admiring her beautiful ring.

By eggnog five, I’m switching to “what he’s having,” I shout to my dad as I watched him pour, maybe whisky over the rocks, a shallow pour, but it packed a punch. I knew it was time to dial it back when I found myself leaning over Jenny, who was flipping between her social platforms, landing on Facebook, where I know for a fact Harry’s mom would be posting, taking care to tag everyone in each photo—which brings me back to the time when dear ole’ cousin Jenny started following Harry. It was Christmas break, we had just turned fifteen, and I could tell she had a crush on him. She spent all Christmas break following us around, cornering him anytime she could get him alone; I had to share my bed with her that Christmas, and I remember how miserable I was without the gift of Harry crawling through my window on Christmas Eve.

It’s wild to think of how feeble my grasp on time was when we were young, how a couple of weeks could feel like an eternity; it’s been less than a day since I saw him last. How am I supposed to go a lifetime of never hearing his voice again, to look into those green eyes that have seen me through so many changes, not to feel those hands that have cradled me like a child, held me like a lover, squeezing and pulling me into shapes that fit him; arms that carried and lifted me to heights that I could never have reached on my own—and maybe I speaking figuratively because no one has carried me at my worst or lifted me at my best until I was the best version of myself, but isn’t funny how the people that bring out our best know exactly how to rally the worst parts of us.

Mom taps her dessert spoon to her glass, grabbing everyone’s attention. It’s time for her big send-off speech. My eyes dart to my sister leaning against the fireplace, rolling her eyes, “I just want to start by saying I’m so thrilled that you’ve all chosen to spend this joyous holiday with us…you all know this is my absolute favorite holiday and every year I look forward to spending it with each and every one of you—” she tells us raising her glass, and everyone knows what’s coming next and as she starts her final lines— the same lines she uses every year—my sister sends me a wink mouthing the lines in unison with our mother.

“There’s no time like Christmas to let you know how appreciated you are. I feel honored to call you family…” and her hook, line, and sinker is, “May the light of Christmas warm your hearts this holiday season and remember love is the true spirit of Christmas—” 

My throat burns as she finishes, “And always know how much I love you and always will…so before I start getting too emotional, I better cut myself off—” she laughs, wiping a tear from her eye, and as much as I hate how crazy she gets about Christmas, she really is amazing at being so selfless; to give everyone such a beautiful day, and I’m so grateful for her and my family, and then the doorbell rings taken everyone by surprise. We all freeze, eyes moving around the room because we’re all here, and no one is expecting anyone.

“Fred—” my mom calls to my dad. “Are we expecting anyone else?” 

My dad’s reaction is slow, but he launches himself from the chair and excuses himself. When he comes back, he looks bewildered, half-tipsy as he shrugs his shoulder to tell us no one was there—and that was that. No one blinked an eye—yet my first thought was Harry, and I felt myself slipping because the whole day had passed; certainly, theirs was over by now, and the thought had me breaking my own heart, picturing her in his old bed, the whole family tucked away in their rooms, still riding out the high of such a magically joyful day.

And she’ll kiss his lip and say, “I love you.” He’ll lay her down in the bed I gave myself to him in, and he’ll make love to her like he loved me last night, and there is no end; there’s no end to the torture of it all because how can one person fuse themselves to every fiber of my being—and more importantly how could I still allow it?

As the last guest passed our threshold, Mom, being the gracious host she was, sent them off with candies and cookies, and I stood there wishing I was more like her, like my sister, who could always pretend, who knew how to wear “the smile” like a badge of honor. I wondered why this all had to be so hard. Why is love all or nothing? Why can’t we flip a switch and “poof,” it’s gone?

I watched my mom close the door, my siblings dispersing, and my dad already making his way back to his chair, but my mom just stood there. She let out a heavy sigh, her once perfect posture decompressing as she held on to the doorknob, “Oh Bee—” she said, eventually turning around to face me, and suddenly it looked like the weight of the day had finally caught up to her beautiful features, now tired—a mournful pinch between her brows, pursuing her lip while her eyes roamed my face. I’m trying my hardest to keep it together because there is something about that look a mom can give, that “I can fix everything with a hug” look.

“Do you need anything…I didn’t sleep very well last night. I was thinking of calling it early. if that’s okay?” I ask

“Oh honey, don’t worry about it…it’s been a long day for everyone,” she states, unbuttoning the first two buttons of her silk blouse, that mourful look still lacing her features.

“Let’s just deal with the clean up tomorrow…sound good, baby?” she tells me, slinging an arm around my shoulder, “I know today was hard for you…Thank you for being such a good sport. I’m so proud of the way you handled yourself. You did a beautiful job, sweetie.”  Her words catch me off guard, and I turn to face her, my throat burning at the thought that she knows everything.

I swallow hard, opening my mouth to let out the words building up, but I can only manage a small whimper. “Listen, honey,” Mom starts, and I’m already a puddle in her arms, wanting my mommy to make it all better.

“I’m not going to lie and say it gets better, but one day, it’s not going to hurt as bad as it hurts right now, and eventually, when you find someone new—” 

I gasped out a sob then, her words hitting every sore spot on my body, “Shhh—Shh—I know baby, I know—but listen,” She said, cradling my face in her hands, “I know that this isn’t what you want to hear—”

“But one day you will find someone new, and they’ll be just enough to get you over that last slump of pain, and maybe if you’re lucky enough…which I know you are…Harry will become a pleasant memory of the past, baby, because both of you were so lucky to have what you had. Not everyone will get to say they had a love like the two of you shared, and that is so so special, honey, so special—”

The tears are rolling down my cheeks faster than my mom can swipe them away, and it’s taking every ounce of strength I have to keep myself upright, “I love him so much—” I push past the sob, shuttering through me.

“I know, honey, I know—one of the hardest lessons we can learn is to let the people we love go, let them go so they can be free, and if it’s meant to be, they’ll come back—”

“I can’t, Mom, I can’t do it,” I cry, trying to bury my face into her shoulder, but she has a firm grip on it. Blair Marie, you are so strong, honey, and we are all here for you. You can do this, okay?” she says, nodding her head up and down.

“Okay?” She asks again, and I nod in agreement, “Listen—between you and me, we’re going to have our hands full anyway, right? Don’t think I don’t know about your sister—she’s next.”

I’m stunned into silence. “Yeah, I know. That’s how I felt at first. Honey, I love you. I am here for you. Now go get some rest…” she says, pushing me toward the stairs.

“Oh—and hopefully, we aren’t expecting any unexpected guests this evening….”

I shake my head, “I—” 

“Yeah, slamming your window at the crack of dawn is a dead give away—”

Somehow, she manages to get a smile out of me, and I roll my eyes, ready to make my way up the stairs, “Hey, Mom, thank you for making today so beautiful…it really was beautiful.” I tell her.

“Oh—! And Mom, thank you for those kind words. I love you.” she smiles, placing a hand over her heart, and we share a look of knowing—and without a doubt, that woman managed to lift my spirits—again. She’s too good at that; she is father fucking Christmas.

And while my heart still felt heavy, I felt like I could get through this night. I would march into my room, head straight for my phone, and turn it off; there would be no doomsday scrolling. I would take a shower, hell maybe even take a hot bath to rid myself of this day—Maybe I would even start packing away everything in my childhood room that reminded me of him, set myself up for the next year, and seriously, it was amazing how quickly the motivation surged up my chest; almost bursting at the seams with the very thought of it.

So by the time I turned my knob, I was ready, so fucking ready—But as the door clicked open, a cold chill grazed over my wrist. All I saw was my curtains billowing back and forth with the breeze flowing in and out of my window, and I rushed over to shut the damn window because I didn’t remember opening it, but maybe my sister opened it while I was fixing my make up earlier and that’s when I hear it:

“Bee—” 

I slam the window shut, panic rushing through me, every limb of my body shaking with it as I turn toward the sound. And there he is, the love of my life, sitting on the edge of my bed, hunched over with his face buried in his hands, and when he looks up. I can tell he’s been crying, and he pulls a small box from his pocket and places it on the nightstand, right next to the very same box that held his future, and all he says is, “I couldn’t do it—”

[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.

[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

[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

[xoluvx]

sabrina carpenter; masterlist

sabrina carpenter blurbs

SMUT:

FLUFF:

[logansdollie]

MASTERLIST ♡ ‧₊˚

♡ x-men ♡

LOGAN HOWLETT-

sitting on logan’s lap after work

logan moodboard #1

EMMA FROST-

emma moodboard #1

[gayaristocrat]

——Masterlist——

Key: Smut = {s} Fluff = {f} Angst = {a}

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson

Eddie Munson x Male Reader {s}

Request: This is just me being a slut, like my name, but wearing a skirt for Eddie for the first time. Like he’s just rambling and rambling then he notices that you’ve changed from pants to the skirt and then he starts being absolutely feral. Then he spreads your leg and starts kissing his way up your thighs and you’re just leaking like crazy underneath, leaving a wet spot on the front And he makes you keep it on as he rails the fuck out of you

Eddie Munson x FtM! Reader {s}

Request: Omg omg I'm going feral over this but imagine an FTM reader and Eddie Munson but like. Eddie putting a pillow under Reader's back and pressing on their stomach while absolutely RAILING him---

Billy Hargrove

Billy Hargrove x Male Reader {f}

Summary: How would Billy Hargrove be in an a-z fluff?

Billy Hargrove x Male Reader {s}

Request: Hi I LOVED your billy a-z fluff if you are doing requests can you do another billy a-z but smut? Or headcanon

Billy Hargrove x Male Reader {s}

Request: What do you think Billy Hargrove will do to help his boyfriend who is scared of sex?

Billy Hargrove x Male reader {f}, {s}

Request: Hi! Going off of Billy helping his bf with his fear of sex, how about Billy planning a beautiful night for his bf who told him they feel confident to have sex and Billy make love to them gently and praised them

Billy Hargrove x Male Reader {s}

Summary: While Billy was punishing you, you discover a secret about yourself you never know about. 

Wednesday

Tyler Galpin

Tyler Galpin x Male Reader {s}

Summary: Tyler's boyfriend gives him head as he falls apart at the sight

Harry Potter

Harry Potter

Harry Potter x Male Reader {s}

Summary: Harry’s boyfriend gives him head while at a very important zoom meeting for work

Riverdale

Archie Andrews

Yandere! Archie Andrews x Femboy! Male Reader*

Request: So do you still take request? and how is your day? I was thinking yandere Archie Andrew x femboy male reader. I like yandere books btw. The plot is that the reader is new to Riverdale high

Archie Andrews x Mute! Male Reader***

Request: Reading your fics always makes me happy. Would you do a headcanon of archie taking his boyfriend who is mute out on a picnic for their birthday and just being soft to him and affectionate with some soft nsfw

Archie Andrews x Male Reader**

Summary: How would a date night with your heroic boyfriend, Archie Andrews, play out?

Reggie Mantle

Reggie Mantle x Male Reader***

Summary: Since Reggie had been denying you attention, you decided to find it somewhere else, knowing full well how easily jealous he gets.

American Horror Story

Michael Langdon

Michael Langdon x Male Reader

Summary: Michael takes a liking to the reader and falls for him. Michael wants to ‘question’ the reader, but things get more heated than they should.

|| 1 | | 2 | | 3*** ||

Michael Langdon x FtM! Reader***

Summary: Michael has a hard day at work, but thankfully he can come home and relieve his stress every day.

Michael Langdon x Male Reader***

Summary: Being tied up as Michael plays with you like his little rag doll was not how you planned your night to go, especially being denied and teased by him.

Michael Langdon x Male Reader***

Summary: Sometimes its good to just be an obedient little puppy

Chilling Adventures Of Sabrina

Ambrose Spellman

Ambrose Spellman x Male Reader**

Summary: Could Ambrose Spellman really have found the love of his life or is he just another summer fling?

Ambrose Spellman x Male Reader***

Summary: What could possibly make Ambrose Spellman punish his sweet little boyfriend?

Father Blackwood

Father Blackwood x Male Reader***

Summary: Reader and Sabrina try to come up with a plan to get back at Weird Sisters, but he wants to do something bigger. But what happened when things take a turn?

Harvey Kinkle

Harvey Kinkle x Male Reader ** (angst to fluff)

Summary: It's time for Harvey's boyfriend to confess a secret, but will things go as planned?

Nicholas Scratch

Nicholas Scratch x FtM! Reader

Summary: Nicholas spends a special holiday with his boyfriend

|| 1 | | 2 | | 3 | | 4*** ||

Supernatural

Sam Winchester

Sam Winchester x Male Reader***

Summary: Sam and reader both hate each other and they work out their frustrations together

Misc. Characters

Mike Schmidt

Mike Schmidt x Male Reader***

Summary: Mike wants nothing more than to fuck his boyfriend’s ass into oblivion. But in order to do that, his boyfriend must teach him patience and obedience first

[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"

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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? 

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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.

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[karaeilishh]

I need more Sabrina fics

i need love her smm

shredding s. carpenter

your gaze flies to her slender fingers with their short nude manicure. several silver rings perfectly encircle her knuckles, reflecting the warm light of the lamp that illuminates your faces. she gently plucks the strings of her electric guitar, teaching you some new tunes, but your attention is focused only on the talented way her fingers flutter over the musical instrument.

“sweetheart, are you listening to me?” her voice is husky and tired as she looks up at you, giving you a playful look. her fingers are still playing with the strings, causing your eyes to dart around. “im sorry, mrs carpenter, i’m listening.”

she smiles softly, straightening up on the couch to find a more comfortable position. “okay, then now… watch closely.” her voice changes slightly as you stare at her hands. her grip on the instrument tightens as the slow melody turns into an almost deafening one. her wrist moves at a frantic pace as her fingers shred the damn guitar. her body bounces slightly from the speed of her movements, making you almost roll your eyes.

you clear your throat, biting the back of your hand. you didn’t even notice you did it until she suddenly stopped, looking at you with that look again. your mouth falls open as she unhooks her guitar strap and lifts herself up, positioning herself right between your legs. the way she looked on top of you…

“you’re not focused, young lady.” she touches your chin with her fingers, making you swallow hard, looking up at her from under your lashes. good girls shouldn’t look at their teachers the way you look at sabrina. after all, she did you a favor by letting you take extra lessons at her home studio. “what’s distracting you?”

the only answer that flashed through your mind was ‘you.’ you feel a bead of sweat trickle down your neck as your entire body tenses up in fear and arousal. “sorry ma’am… i just-” your response is cut off when her thumb rests on your bottom lip, making you shut up instantly. “you just?”

she could feel the effect she was having on you, smiling so innocently that it made your blood boil. her finger moves a little further and you obediently open your mouth, allowing her to slide further and press against your tongue. “is it hard to talk with your mouth full, baby? how embarrassing.” sabrina laughs sweetly, pulling her finger out of your mouth only to pull the elastic band off her wrist and tie her long blonde hair into a high ponytail. you watch her mesmerized, biting your lip until it seems to bleed.

“if you’re having trouble concentrating, i’m going to have to teach you a lesson” her voice is stern as she slowly lowers herself to her knees, hissing slightly as the cold concrete touches her skin. “look me in the eyes. i’ll stop if you turn away”

sabrina gently spreads your legs, curiously lifting your skirt to reveal the small wet spot that has formed on the pink fabric of your lace thong. “such a princess and already wet, mm?” her gaze stays on yours as she presses her fingers to your clothed clit, applying just enough pressure to make you sigh.

“please…” you whine, digging your nails into your palms. she bites her lip, enjoying your submission. her fingers make slow circles on your pussy, stimulating, but too little. “what are you asking for, baby? i don’t understand”

"please, mrs carpenter i need you…" you whine pathetically, moving your hips slightly, trying to increase your pleasure. she spanks your pussy, silently ordering you to stay still. "mind your manners when you're with your teacher"

heat builds between your legs as she literally shames you for your pathetic attempts to ride her fingers. "take it off for me, baby" she instructs and sits back down on the couch, spreading her legs raunchily and patting her knees.

you take off your panties, the cold air tickling your pussy, making you sigh. your skirt falls to your feet, and you slowly walk over to sabrina, lowering yourself onto her lap. your back is pressed against her chest, legs spread wide, either side of her hips. "good girl"

her sweet voice on your neck sends shivers down your spine. she leaves soft kisses on your neck and shoulder, knowing full well that you will be completely covered in her lipstick. her hands gently but insistently explore the curves of your body, crawling under your top, squeezing your breasts. "sabrina…" the name flies out of your mouth, and you don't even realize what you said.

"what did you call me, sweetheart? did i give you permission?" her hand goes down between your legs, collecting your wetness with her fingers. you throw your head back on her shoulder, her blonde curls tickling your cheek. "sorry mrs… carpenter"

she giggles softly, kissing the line of your jaw, leaving little bites. "you liked it so much when i shredded the guitar… i think your pussy deserves the same" you moan. her voice was so hot that you didn't even need her fingers to make you cum. you whispered silent pleas to her, to which she quickly gave in, using all four fingers to rub your clit at a furious pace.

"fuck!" you couldn't help but swear as she used your fingers so well. your body wriggled in her arms, your toes curling in pleasure. her arms held you surprisingly tightly, despite her fragile appearance. "i'm so close, please, p-please.."

"you wanna cum already, sweetie? how pathetic" your pussys on fire from the speed of her fingers, making your legs shake madly. a guttural moan escapes your lips as your orgasm washes over you. your grip on her arms tightens, leaving bruises.

"that's my good girl, such an obedient student…" she giggles, gently pressing your body against her own. her hands rest on your waist, soothing your skin. "i think you can focus now, hm?"

you nod weakly, relaxing a little in her arms. "you can call me sabrina"

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[chrissv4mp]

send me blurb/drabble requests, my inbox is giving sahara desert...🙏

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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 (WRITING!)

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:

we fight, we break up, we kiss, we make up (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

nothing yet…

lara croft

nothing yet…

rick grimes

nothing yet…

daryl dixon

nothing yet…

vanessa afton

nothing yet…

pyramid head

nothing yet…

[ahgrace6]

— about my blog. 🤍🩷

who I currently write for:

Extras from my Wattpad fan fictions.

Stiles Stilinski | the witch who cried wolf

Steve Harrington | Our song

who I’m willing to write for:

(These will be fem!reader)

Dylan O’brien and his characters

Stiles Stilinski

Thomas (tmr)

Stuart Twombly

Caleb Holloway

Joel Dawson

Steve Harrington

Ethan Landry

(Feel free to request others and I will say if I can write them.)

— wattpad fic info

The witch who cried wolf | stiles stilinski (unpublished)

Main character: Melody Heks

Love interest: Stiles Stilinski

Supernatural type: Witch

Seasons: 1-6

Our song | Steve Harrington

Season 1 | Our Song (complete)

Season 2 | Every Breath (coming soon!)

Season 3 | Always, Always, Always (unpublished)

Season 4 | Time After Time (unpublished)

Season 5 | Timeless (unpublished)

Main character: Sabrina Henderson

Love interest: Steve Harrington

Seasons: 1-4 (5 when it’s released)

— what to expect

smut, fluff, angst