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fuckwallpapers · 2 months ago
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thegirlstuff · 5 months ago
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like if you save!!!! ♥︎
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prplocks · 1 month ago
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✧❁ wallpaper 〴 sabrina carpenter ˏˋ ´ˎ˗
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dreamsdreams13 · 2 months ago
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You make me wanna make you fall in love 💋🩵✨ |
Sabrina Carpenter | Short n' Sweet Lockscreen
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successfulicons · 3 months ago
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request: sabrina carpenter lockscreens (like or reblog) 🌙
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peachy-edits · 2 months ago
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꒰🍑₊˚ sabrina carpenter - simple + edit ✩‧₊˚꒱
⇝ lockscreen
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imawgine · 1 month ago
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♡ Sabrina Carpenter Icons ♡
♡ se pegar, gostar deixa um like pf ou dê créditos no twitter @imawgine ♡
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lwtgrp · 2 months ago
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¡ sabrina carpenter layouts !
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lovelockscreen · 2 months ago
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Wallpaper/lockscreen Short n' Sweet by Sabrina Carpenter
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p1325 · 15 days ago
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boybasher · 24 days ago
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Miss Me Yet? 💋 (Sabrina Carpenter Taste Makeup Tutorial)
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fuckwallpapers · 1 month ago
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thegirlstuff · 5 months ago
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prplocks · 3 months ago
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✧❁ wallpaper 〴 sabrina carpenter & jenna ortega ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗
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tsxkkis · 3 months ago
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# iwaizumi hajime - cuddles 101
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a/n: i'm a firm believer that the more 'intimidating' looking guys love being little spoons and you can't convince me otherwise (theory tested on my boyfriend actually) so yeah, here's a short stupid fic about that :33
summary: iwaizumi can't find a good cuddling position.
warnings: none
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to think the blessing of having iwaizumi hajime as a boyfriend would bestow itself upon you was indescribable.
for you, he was an evident example that good, loving men still existed out there. his nonchalant, cold exterior was merely a facade, a shell that cracked with each day spent with you; his eyes gentle and his gaze filled with admiration each time it landed upon you. he was considerate of your feelings, a true gentleman who always put your needs above his and, although a bit closed off when it comes to his feelings, did everything for your relationship to work out.
it was safe to say that iwaizumi was indeed perfect at everything.
well, except cuddling.
'let's switch positions, please.'
'again? it's the sixth time already, iwa.'
the short-haired boy turned to face you, tired eyes looking up. after a particularly hard volleyball training, the only thing he wanted to do was lay down in his lovers embrace and have a quick nap. the problem arose when, with each position he tried, he couldn't possibly close his rest for more than approximately three minutes.
a sigh left iwaizumi's lips as he turned to lay on his side with his back facing you, one of his hands still intertwined with yours so that he got the chance to feel your touch even when not 'traditionally' cuddling.
you could see his back muscles underneath the t-shirt he was wearing, gently tracing circles around them with your free hand.
'now that i think of it,' you mumbled, getting up to lay closer to him 'you've never been the little spoon.'
'that's because it's your place.' he said after a short while, already feeling your arms wrapping around his torso, trapping him in a warm hug.
'doesn't hurt to try, right?'
he mumbled a silent 'sure', his body succumbing to the tiredness as his muscles loosened under your touch, a smile on his face as he got himself comfortable.
and to your surprise, he stayed that way, eyes fluttering shut as he slowly but surely fell asleep, breathing steadily through his nose. he looked so calm, so peaceful - so different from what he presented himself as on a day to day basis.
he looked incredibly cute.
you almost couldn't help yourself, hand reaching for your phone from behind you, opening the camera to snap a quick picture or two of your boyfriend in such a sweet moment. you smiled to yourself, giving iwaizumi a quick kiss on the cheek before laying back down, a big grin on your face.
next thing you knew, a picture of iwaizumi hajime peacefully sleeping in your arms was set as your phone lockscreen, proudly showing it off to your friends who stared at the picture with awe. normally, he would get embarrassed about it; already hearing the teasing comments his friends would make, brows furrowing in annoyance at a mere thought of what they would say. but this time, he did not mind.
because he finally found the perfect cuddling position and as stupid as it may sound, it was enough to make him happy.
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earlysunshines · 4 months ago
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chaos and kisses
pham hanni x fem!reader ; fluff
synopsis: your girlfriend arrives to find your basement flooded, she helps you clean up the mess, but not without checking you out and leaving kisses here and there.
warnings: making out!!! making out... dreamy sigh MAKING OUT!! ; reader has a tattoo ; so fluffy and cute ; mmm nothing else really ; not proofread...
a/n: short n sweet n a lil... freaky (but not really)... finally a fic less than 10k omfg I looovvved writing this and I looovee making out
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when you invited hanni over to spend your day off together, she didn’t expect to find you downstairs with water up to your ankles. 
the scene is almost surreal: you, standing in the middle of a flooded room, looking more irritated than surprised. hanni on the steps – safe from the water – mouth agape, taking in the sight of your makeshift dam of towels and the waterlogged furniture. 
“hey babe…” you sigh, looking at her helplessly. “help… please?”
she blinks a few times, processing everything. “what happened? i called you… you didn’t answer…”
"um, i woke up and decided to do some laundry," you explain, gesturing to the water taking up the floor. "then i went back to sleep for a bit, and when i came back… this happened." you throw your hands up in exasperation, pointing out the waterlogged chaos. "fuck."
hanni stands at the entrance, eyes wide as she sees your flooded floor. she blinks a few times, processing the mess, before rolling up her pants and stepping in.
"need some help?" she asks, her tone a mix of amusement and concern.
“please.” you respond, watching her giggle as she ties her hair up.
she follows you toward the laundry room, you’re making exaggerated, grossed-out noises as your socks squish in the water, soaking through your slides. hanni rolls her eyes but can't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. she manages to snap a picture of you trudging through the flood, her laughter echoing in your ears.
you glance back and catch her in the act, flipping her off. "really, han? now’s the time for a photoshoot?" you groan, but your smile betrays your amusement.
“adding to my lockscreen rotation.”
you roll your eyes and step further into the room, carefully inspecting the source of the water flooding the basement. peering behind the washing machine, you spot the pipe going into the wall, and water is leaking out. leaning in for a closer look, you’re suddenly met with a burst of water splashing all over your face.
"ugh—" you gasp, closing your eyes and flinching back. "fuck–"
you hear hanni snort behind you, so you turn around with gross, soapy water dripping down your face. you glare at her, feeling frustrated.
hanni can't help but stare at you with a stupid grin on her face. despite the irritation clearly visible in your expression, you look adorable. your hair, clipped back, is now wet at the front, your tank top is splashed with water, plus your shorts are miraculously still dry. hanni loves the sight, reveling in how cute you look even in this messy situation.
she steps over to where you are, you’re looking at the pipe defeatedly, letting the pool of water grow as you do so.
“hey, babe.” hanni says, then kisses your cheek. you turn to look at her with a little pout, which earns a quick kiss on your lips from her. “it’s not the end of the world. i’ll go grab some towels from upstairs and you can grab some duct tape to stop the leaking, let’s just clean up what we can.”
“thank you han.”
“mhm,” she says, then pecks your lips before her hand rubs the soapy water off your cheek. “you look really cute right now.”
you stare at her lips, then pout again. “you always say that.”
"because it's always true," she says, as if stating a known fact, before kissing you once more and trudging out of the room. you can't help but laugh at her expressions, mirroring the ones you made earlier.
the water had reached halfway up your calves by the time you finally stopped the leak. it takes nearly two hours for you and hanni to scoop up all the water in the basement and dump it into the shower to drain it out the best you can.
during it all, hanni looks too focused to notice the little splash of water you send her way, which earns you a groan and her cursing at you.
"y/n!"
"we're already wet! it's fine—" you're cut off when hanni kicks her foot up, splashing water onto your shorts. you gasp, scoffing at her and kicking water back. "oh, you’re so—"
you start for her, but end up tripping and falling into the water, landing on your ass with a splash and groaning as the water soaks you through. hanni watches the scene unfold, laughing and practically cackling at you while you use your forearm to wipe water off your face. you groan, looking up at her through your eyelashes, glaring.
“that’s what you get.”
“i hate you.”
“you’re sooo in love with me.”
a small chuckle escapes your lips before you sigh, looking up at her with a desperate expression. “can you at least help me up, baby?” you ask, sitting there helplessly.
your girlfriend giggles once more, then smiles as she says, “fine, fine.” 
hanni steps forward, reaching out her hand to you. as soon as you grip it, you pull her down, making her fall onto you. she lets out a yelp, and water splashes everywhere, soaking her as well. 
“y/n!” she exclaims, her voice a mix of frustration and surprise. “what the hell!”
“now we’re even,” you say, laughing as she sputters, trying to push herself up.
“i hate you,” she mutters, her eyes twinkling despite her annoyance. you’re propped on your elbows, her hands on either side of you, and her legs tangled with yours. as she pulls herself off of you, your faces stay close. she leans in, her nose nearly brushing yours. “you suck.”
“look who’s sooo in love with me.” you tease, grinning up at her. “and you’re sooo adorable when you’re mad,” you add before quickly kissing the tip of her nose.
hanni narrows her eyes playfully, then suddenly presses her lips to yours. the kiss is both tender and heated, the frustration and affection mixing together. you use one hand to cup her cheek and pull her closer to you
correction: it takes nearly three hours to get enough water out of the basement to start cleaning up the floating items and further mess.
when you finally stop bickering (and finally take your lips off each other), you both get to work drying the floor with half the towels from the upstairs closet. hanni scoots around, wiping away the remaining water with a towel under her foot, while you focus on putting the items that had been floating back in their places.
the scene is somehow domestic and ridiculous: hanni gliding around, determined and slightly absurd, and you methodically arranging everything with a focused frown. you share a few laughs despite the chaos, the mess around you feeling a little more manageable with her by your side.
it takes another hour and a half to finish cleaning up the remaining mess, but it’s honestly not the worst considering you’re doing it all with your girlfriend and your mixed playlist together.
hanni finds herself staring at you from time to time, how could she not.
you had been wiping away at a frame with your baby picture picture inside of it, back facing hanni.
your girlfriend stares at you, captivated.
the damp tank top clings to your figure, highlighting the results of time spent working out your back. each flex and movement makes hanni bite her lip, embarrassingly enough. she feels a surge of desire, wanting nothing more than to run her hands over you while kissing you. turning away, she works on drying things faster, motivated by the thought of getting this mess cleaned up quickly so she can have you all to herself.
when the two of you finally finish, you stand at the foot of the stairs, admiring the cleaned-up mess – or at least as clean as you could manage. both of you head upstairs soon after because you’re tired of being in the basement.
you groan, leaning against the counter of the kitchen and gulping down a water bottle you found. if you thought all that water couldn’t make you thirsty, you were so wrong.
hanni's thirsty too, but for a very different reason. she’s mesmerized by how the sweat and remnants of the sudden events make you glow, highlighting the curve of your muscles and the small tattoo on your upper waist. the glimpse of your calvin klein boyshorts band peeking out drives her wild too. the exhaustion palpable in you only makes you hotter in hanni’s eyes.
you turn, gulping down water and closing the cap of the bottle in your hand before placing it on the marble surface you lean on. hanni’s looking you up and down, smirking devilishly.
as you look at her, your head tilts. “what?”
“you look so hot right now.”
you snicker, watching her step closer to you. “is that right?” you mutter, placing your hands on the edge of the counter as you lean against it further.
she hums softly, placing her hands on your waist, just below the peek of the calvin klein logo. her fingers toy with the waistband, making your breath hitch. slowly, she slides her hands over your skin and under your tank top, her touch burning your skin.
your abdomen tenses as her fingers trace the ink of the hidden part of your tattoo under your top, sending shivers through you. her head tilts up slightly to meet your gaze, her overgrown bangs still damp and covering her eyes a bit. you gently push them aside, then swiftly shift your hand to cup her cheek.
hanni’s eyes are lidded, fixed on your lips. her hands slide further up under your tank top and make your breath hitch.
“my pretty girl.” she says, voice faint and desperate.
 her fingers graze your ribs before she closes the distance and kisses you. your other hand finds its way to her waist, pulling her closer. you can feel her heartbeat against your chest, rapid and strong. her touch becomes more insistent, her fingers pressing into your skin as if to anchor herself to you. 
the world outside fades away; it’s just the two of you – only the two of you when your lips are connected.
when you finally pull back, both of you are breathless. hanni’s eyes are bright, a mix of mischief and desire dancing in them before she starts to pepper kisses on your jawline, and lightly down to your neck.
you sigh, sliding your hands under her top and squeezing her skin softly. 
“h-hanni,” you mumble, feeling and hearing her mumble into your neck in response. “i know you’re eager, but lets clean up first. we’re all murky.”
“you’re still really hot even if you’re murky.” hanni mumbles.
you laugh as she pulls away to look at you closely, then quickly place both hands on her waist and maneuver her against the counter, switching your positions. she gasps in surprise, her eyes widening. you continue, mirroring her earlier actions by kissing along her jawline and down to the soft skin of her neck, nipping lightly with your teeth. when your breath meets her ear, she bites her lip, a shiver running through her.
“you too,” you whisper, your voice low and teasing. “i want to kiss you until your lips are numb, but we should really finish cleaning up and take this to my room.” 
again, you pull away, looking at the flustered, eager expression on her face. 
“fine… can i wear your clothes?” hanni asks, tugging at your waistband.
“of course.” you respond, then chuckle. “but you still have to give me back my t-shirt you took last time.”
“what t-shirt?” hanni says through a grin, making you roll your eyes and kiss her once more.
“you suck.”
“you want me.”
your breath hits her lips as you mutter back, “maybe a little.”
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