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guilty as sin? - daniel ricciardo x reader

(part one)

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✯ pairing: daniel ricciardo x reader ✯

✯ word count: 3.6k ✯

✯ content warnings: light swearing, alcohol consumption, abusive/unhealthy relationship ✯

✯ now playing: guilty as sin? - taylor swift ✯

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“Drownin’ in the Blue Nile, he sent me Downtown Lights, I hadn’t heard it in a while” 

You stared down at the phone in your hands. It felt as though the notification was mocking you. A teasing taunt that stung like a million paper cuts. You hadn’t spoken to Danny in years, but this one message from him still had the ability to send you reeling. 

Danny: this came on shuffle, made me think of you 

He’d sent you a screenshot of his Spotify showing what he was listening to. Downtown Lights by The Blue Nile. You opened up the app for yourself and pressed play. The gentle tones were like a magic key that unlocked the gates that held back the memories from all those years ago. 

You remember the first time he played you this song. You’d been on a night out for a mutual friend, Rosie’s, birthday and had ended up back at his apartment, you were both tipsy and not quite ready for bed. He poured you a glass of wine and showed you his favourite songs. You’d stayed up till the early morning sharing secrets and what felt like you every thought. No one had ever made you smile the way that he had that night. No one had made you laugh more.  

You were sure that the memories from that night would be engraved in your mind for the rest of your life. Lingering stares and hands that touched for a moment too long in the dark haze of the nightclub. The way his eyes never faltered from yours as he asked if you wanted to go back to his place. The way his strong hand felt on the small of your back as he guided you from the club and onto the street. 

He has a girlfriend, you reminded yourself as you sat next to him in the back of the taxi. You had tried to drown out your thoughts and focus on the way his fingers tapped against the side of his leg as a distraction. It didn’t work. You found yourself wondering what it would feel like to slip your smaller hand into his larger one. How his fingers would feel intertwined with yours. 

You swore to yourself that nothing would happen. You weren’t a home wrecker. You simply just couldn’t pull yourself away from Danny’s magnetic aura. From the moment your eyes had locked earlier that night it was like the pair of you were playing a strategic game of chess. You’d lost the moment you felt his fingertips against your skin. It was innocent enough, but it felt like more. 

Your friends had made sure you couldn’t forget about his girlfriend, even if you had tried. Each time they’d asked him why she hadn’t joined them that evening he would shrug his shoulders and brush their questions off like a professional, giving excuses of “she’s busy” or “ she’s out of town”. You never found out why she wasn’t with him that night, but you had a good idea. He had told you bits and pieces about his girlfriend, enough to see it was clear that it was a difficult subject for him. He wasn’t sure how long they would last. They were too different, and while it was fine at the start of their relationship, 9 months in the cracks were starting to show. 

She liked the finer things in life; fancy dinners and holidays in the most exclusive resorts. He liked being at home in Australia on his ranch, riding around on quad bikes and spending time with his family. 

It was safe to say that night the two of you had gone from friendly acquaintances to good friends. 

You remember feeling relieved and quietly disappointed that you had kept the promise you had made to yourself. Nothing had happened. But why did it feel like it had? 

“What the fuck are you listening to?” your boyfriend's disapproving tone felt more insulting than usual. He didn’t give you a chance to answer. It didn't matter anyway. Even if he had, how would you defend yourself without confessing the meaning behind the song? How could you possibly explain why this was one of your favourite songs of all time, despite it being so far from what you usually listened to. 

“Sorry Evan, I’ll turn it over now.” 

“My boredom’s bone deep, this cage was once just fine” 

You had met Evan a few weeks after that night at Danny’s apartment. You had been trying desperately to shake the thought of the Aussie from your memory, and were failing horribly at doing so. 

One of your close friends had been dating one of Evan’s. Your friend had assured you that Evan was the perfect guy for you. Every time she had brought it up you had declined, memories of Danny clouding your judgement. A few weeks of radio silence from Danny made it clear to you that that night had meant far more to you than it had to him. For that reason you had begrudgingly agreed to a blind date. 

The first night you met Evan you thought he was charming. Not as charming as Danny. 

He held your hand as he walked you to your apartment after the date. He kissed your cheek and told you he thought you were beautiful. You prayed to feel the butterflies fill your stomach the way it had when Danny as much as glanced in your general direction. The butterflies never came. You had concluded that it was better to be safe than starry eyed. 

Being with Evan was easy; simple. 

He wasn’t what you’d typically look for in a boyfriend. You were used to scruffy beards, oversized t-shirts and trainers. Evan wouldn’t be caught dead in anything but a perfectly crisp white shirt and tie. 

He grew up in a wealthy family, appearances were everything to him. 

He worked in finance. You remembered thinking that Danny would laugh and call him a finance bro if he ever met him. You could picture yourself holding back laughter at how uncomfortable Danny’s outgoing persona would make Evan feel. He’d cringe at his humour and roll his eyes at his jokes. 

During weekdays Evan was out of the apartment by 7AM and rarely home before 9PM. He smelt like whiskey and cigarette smoke on the nights he would get home later. You didn’t bother asking him where he’d been. It wasn’t worth the argument. 

He spent his weekends playing golf or drinking with his friends. You had gotten used to time alone. You enjoyed the silence more than Evan’s moaning and rude comments. 

In the early days he’d take you on dates to the most expensive restaurants almost every night. He’d treat you to weekends away in countries you’d only dreamt of being able to visit. The website you had read online told you he had “love bombed” you. You wish you had seen the signs at the start of the relationship, but it was nice to feel wanted for a change. 

You felt like you were living someone else's life the majority of the time. It wasn’t that you felt you didn't deserve the finest things the world had to offer, it was something else entirely. It was only now you realised it was that you never felt at home in Evan’s world. 

In recent months you had started to call him out on his lack of ability to make time for you. He’d always bring home flowers as an apology. Arguments were reconciled by a blue Tiffany’s gift bag being left on your bed for you to find after he’d left to go to work the next day. You had a growing jewellery collection that screamed this relationship is failing. 

You felt it was too soon in your relationship for cracks like these to be showing. Surely these were issues couples stumbled into later on in life? Although, your relationship had been a fast paced one. Within 6 months of dating and Evan calling you his girlfriend you had been living together. Perhaps that was why the end felt like it had arrived sooner than it should have. You’d jumped too quick into something that wasn’t built to last, and now you had to suffer the consequences. 

“Am I allowed to cry?” 

Alone - that's how you found yourself on a Saturday night. An empty bottle of wine on the table in front of you. Taylor Swift’s saddest songs echoing throughout the empty apartment. 

Tonight’s argument with Evan had started the minute he had gotten home from golf with his friends. He was drunk and in a bad mood. 

You should have known better than to point out the lipstick smudge on his cheek, but it had happened one too many times recently and your patience had worn thin. 

“Are you really accusing me of that shit right now?” his mocking jeer had come at you like a stab to the gut. 

Was he right? Were you crazy to suggest that he would cheat on you? 

“I’m gonna leave you to think very carefully about what you’re insinuating right now. I’ll be back later, hopefully you’ll have gotten over whatever mood you’re in” he had said to you as he slammed the apartment door. 

“I dream of crackin’ locks, throwing my life to the wolves or the ocean rocks” 

It was funny to you that a luxury apartment could feel like a prison cell. 

Your whole life you’d dreamt of living in a space like this. Large windows overlooking the city skyline, high ceilings and parquet floors. 

Nothing in the apartment belonged to you. You’d asked Evan if you could buy some furniture pieces of your own, to put your own mark on your shared home. He’d reminded you quickly that it was his apartment, not yours. You were a guest here and he made sure that you knew it. 

It was only now that you realised that this was not what you wanted for yourself, not really. 

You dreamt of throwing it all away, the fancy apartment, the obnoxious boyfriend, the fake friends. 

You longed for people who knew you. People who wanted to spend time with you. You’d fallen out of touch with a lot of your old friends when you’d started dating Evan. At the time you’d found it romantic to be swept up in a whirlwind romance. You knew now it was nothing more than a manipulative tactic to get you alone and all to himself. 

“Crashing into him tonight, he’s a paradox” 

Summer time in Monaco was one of the most incredible things you’d ever experienced. If you hadn’t gained much from the relationship with Evan, you were glad that you’d gained that. 

You’d been a few times since being with Evan. He went more frequently, of course, weekends away with the guys, business trips and such. You were shocked when he’d suggested you join him for his friend James’ birthday weekend in Monte Carlo. Despite not necessarily wishing to spend your weekend off work surrounded by his snotty friends and their girlfriends who barely spoke to you, you knew you couldn’t pass up the chance to go back to the country that you had fallen in love with. 

Usually you’d be annoyed that since arriving at the hotel you were staying in, Evan had all but forgotten you existed. He had left the minute you’d put your bags down in the foyer, letting you know he was going to meet the lads in the casino. He’d not been back to the hotel since, only sending a few messages letting you know what he was up to. 

You couldn’t bring yourself to be that bothered by his behaviour. His absence meant you had gotten to explore the city more and treat yourself to some well deserved R&R. You’d walked along the beach and lost yourself in the winding streets of the city. You felt happier than you had in months. 

It all came crashing down later that night. Evan had brought you to his friend's villa for the official birthday party of the weekend. He’d only given you an hour's notice to get yourself ready for the evening, you’d been quietly annoyed that he’d neglected to tell you sooner. You didn’t have the energy to argue with him over it, not anymore. He didn’t, however, forget to remind you to dress presentably. Your eyes had rolled so hard at the statement you felt they could have fallen out the side of your head. 

Still, you had taken extra time taming your beach ready waves and styled it into a pretty updo that you knew Evan liked. Your lips were covered in the lipstick that Evan had told you was his favourite on you when you’d first started dating. He didn’t notice, or if he had, he didn’t care enough to say anything. You weren’t sure which was worse. 

You had picked out your favourite sundress you had brought with you. You felt it was the perfect combination of relaxed and presentable. It made you feel pretty. Even if Evan had given you a side eye the second you’d stepped out of the bedroom and declared you were ready to go. 

The villa was crammed with people that you didn’t know, it was a nightmare scenario for you. Your fingers gripped the wine glass in your hands, the chilled surface of the glass cooling the clammy heat that was sticking to your palms. 

You didn’t know where Evan was. He’d kissed your cheek the minute you’d walked into the building and told you he was off to find his friends. You didn’t really understand why he had brought you here in the first place. It wasn’t to show you off, that much was obvious. 

The patio out the back of the villa was a welcome sanctuary from the stuffy air inside. The minute you’d stepped out into the cooler evening air you felt instant relief. 

Your eyes searched around, looking for an empty seat you could hide yourself away on as you took tentative steps across the stone deck. Your attention skewed by the overwhelming view of the city that the garden looked out onto. The view of the ocean combined with the setting sun was breathtaking. 

You felt yourself collide with someone before you saw it happening. Strong hands gripped your upper arms preventing you from toppling over onto the floor. The wine in your glass had spilled out onto your dress, you could feel the cool liquid seeping through to your skin. 

Your eyes adjusted as you pulled back from the body you had collided with. Strong hands that had once gripped against your skin had fallen away as your eyes locked with the man in front of you. 

“Danny?” his name fell from your lips as a question rather than a greeting. Brown eyes stared into yours as his signature grin spread across his face. 

“I think I should be more confused about you being here than me, no?” the Aussie spoke with a teasing glint to his voice. You had missed his voice. The look of confusion stayed firmly planted on your face. You considered formulating a response, but it felt as though every word you wanted to speak was getting caught up in your throat. 

“What I mean to say is, how is it that I’ve not seen you in years, and now you show up here at some random blokes birthday party that I am sure you don’t know?” Danny elaborated. That playful smirk still dancing across his lips. You watched as his eyes shamelessly looked you up and down; you couldn’t stop the blush that you were sure was spreading across the tops of your cheeks.

“Yeah, I definitely don’t know the birthday boy,” you said with a laugh. “How come you’re here?” The question served as a good deflection. You didn’t want to speak to Danny about Evan. If you did he might stop looking at you the way he was right now. 

“Never took you for a gate crasher. I’ve been dragged here by Max, he wanted some company because he knew everyone here would be ridiculously boring, finance bros or something… didn’t really take that as your scene either?” Danny replied as he guided you both to the bench next to them. You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips. He’d hit the nail on the head there. 

You both fell immediately back into old habits. You weren’t sure how long you’d been sitting on that bench talking, but judging by the darkness that had now spread across the sky and the cold chill in the air, it had been at least a few hours. 

You took the time to study Danny. He hadn’t changed much in the time since you’d last seen him. He was still the most beautiful man you’d ever laid eyes on. Sun kissed tanned skin, dark tousled curls, glowing brown eyes, scruffy beard styled to perfection and a couple more tattoos on his arms. 

You were ripped from your thoughts by the sound of heavy footsteps approaching you both. You didn’t need to look up, you knew who it was. 

“Urm babe, where have you been? I’ve been looking for you everywhere” Evan said as he stood next to you. You watched as his eyes darted between Danny and yourself. You sensed the Aussie tense up beside you. You felt bad, you should have told him you had a boyfriend. But you revelled in those hours spent with Danny, pretending that Evan didn’t exist. 

“Sorry, I bumped into an old friend and we got talking, lost track of time” you quickly apologised, the smile dropping from your face as you looked up at your boyfriend. He was pissed. 

“Friend?” the word came from his lips with a slight laugh. Great, you thought. He was drunk and pissed off. And now mocking the thought of you even having a friend at this ridiculous party. A braver woman would have cussed him out for that. You didn't feel brave, you felt embarrassed. 

“Yeah mate, friend. I don’t think we’ve met? I’m Danny” he said as he stood up to greet your boyfriend. Danny was at least 4 inches taller than Evan, and bigger in stature. Being a professional athlete, you knew that Danny was fit, but standing next to Evan it was clear to see the physical advantage he had on him. You hoped Evan felt intimidated. 

Danny’s face hadn’t faltered since Evan had interrupted the two of you. His look was firm, but polite enough, the signature beaming smile you loved so much was absent from his face. It was clear he was annoyed, you suspected he was pissed at you for not mentioning the fact you had a boyfriend. 

Evan choked out his name as he held out his hand for the Aussie to shake. You hoped he felt embarrassed for making such a scene, but you knew him better than that. Years of entitlement meant that he rarely was embarrassed by his own actions. 

“So, how do you two know each other? I didn’t know you had friends in Monaco babe?” Evan’s tone was accusatory. He clearly thought you were lying. You also realised that he had no idea who Danny was. If he knew he was a rich, famous, successful athlete he would have shifted into networking mode. 

“We’ve been friends for years, we haven’t seen each other  in a while so we had a lot to catch up on. Sorry to keep her from you mate, I presumed she was here alone seeing as you’d not been anywhere in sight for the last few hours” Danny replied. The apology was laced with judgement. He was clearly unhappy to see that your boyfriend had all but abandoned you. He was mad, but not at you. You could tell by the way his eyes had softened as they connected with yours once he was done staring down Evan. 

“Well, sorry to interrupt the big reunion, but we’re heading off. I’ll meet you out front babe,” Evan spat at you as he turned and stormed back into the villa. You felt your body sigh in relief as you watched his figure disappear. Sheepishly you turned and faced Danny, your brain trying to find the right words to apologise for Evan’s behaviour. 

“I’m so sorry about him Danny, he’s just drunk and annoyed, not that that’s an excuse… I’m sorry for not mentioning him before, I should have said something-” you were cut off by Danny’s warm hand grabbing yours. You felt the air catch in your throat as his fingers found yours. The cool metal of his rings felt like ice against your skin. 

“Please don’t apologise for him being an asshole, that’s all on him. And you don’t need to apologise for not saying anything about having a boyfriend. I’ll be totally honest, I kind of already knew…” his words trailed off as a sly smile appeared on his face. Words failed you as you nodded your head, a signal for him to explain himself. 

“I may have stalked your Instagram a couple times, and I saw Rosie a few months back in the paddock. I asked her how you were doing and she mentioned that you had a boyfriend now. She misses you y’know?” the Aussie said, the last part was whispered. You felt the tears threatening to spill from your eyes. You missed Rosie. You missed your old life. 

You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything in return. You suspected that Danny knew all he needed to know by your glossy eyes and shaky hands. 

“It was nice seeing you Danny” you said to him as a parting farewell. His hand squeezed yours gently before you pulled away from him. 

You walked through the villa towards Evan who waited for you out front. You couldn’t help but feel like you were walking away from the one man you should have been running towards.

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✯ authors note: hey lovelies! i have been OBSESSED with this song since TTPD dropped, probably one of my favourite taylor songs ever.

this is part one of two, there will then be a few other chapters relating to the same story based on other songs from TTPD, kind of like a mini series of sorts!

not sure if anyone cares, but fear not, i have not abandoned the blue! i just needed to write something else as well.

hope you enjoy this, as always, comments/messages etc are so appreciated and i love receiving them.

speak soon, love you all! ✯

[goldsainz]

THEY BROKE UP? — one shot.

pairing: daniel ricciardo x reader

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NOTE: i’m a sucker for angst😁 i don’t know why i felt so inspired, i have never been in a relationship. or what drove me to write that article, which i didn’t spend as much time on as you would think, i guess i was inspired. please enjoy this, happy danny ric grand prix (not anymore😐)!!! this is my longest social media piece to date (templates by @mybodywakesup)

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yourusername my EP “FWD” is out in all streaming platforms! this EP comes from a very deep, personal and heartfelt place. many nights of non-stop writing led to me putting out 4 songs i never would’ve released months ago. thank you for giving me time to come back as the best version of myself.

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When I got the call that Y/N Y/L/N wanted to do the article with Vogue, and that I was appointed as the writer I remember thinking ‘What will I say?’. There isn’t much to prepare you when a celebrity like her decides she wants you in her home, opening up about her hardships with you there to listen and write it all down. But, alas, I put my nerves beside me and took all of the questions the world wanted answers to, to the only woman who could answer them. 

Her house in the English countryside is just as perfect as you would expect. With dark mahogany floors, potted plants everywhere and white walls that are filled with different memories she framed, Y/L/N’s home is made for those who love the feeling of being at home. It brims with a cosy feeling, from the rugs she picked which bring an unexpected, yet welcome, warmth, to the open space that shows off her beautiful backyard. Y/L/N’s house is nothing short of exceptional. If each room were to speak to me they would all rave about how comfortable they feel, how there is no other that feel like a ‘home’ quite like theirs.

The moment I arrived at her front door, she was the one to open the door and greet me with a hug. There was no one but us at her house, nothing but the comfortable silence and the occasional chirping of a bird. Her outfit was casual, with some Stella McCartney jeans, a Prada silk blouse which she wears with the top 3 buttons open, and a pair of Hermes sandals, it all made her look relaxed whilst still looking polished. She offered me a single-couch to sit down on, offering me different options of beverages she proudly concocted. I opted for a refreshing blueberry lemonade, while she had an already drunk, half-full glass of orange juice. 

After what seemed like forever without her presence on red carpets, premieres or her famous F1 paddock appearances, Y/N Y/L/N created an enjoyable life for herself. She admits that even though there have been many hardships, she has pushed through them as best as she can. “Sometimes you just have to take a break, take a moment to look around and wonder what you really need.” She expresses, “This life isn't for everyone. I am very happy with how things turned out for me, and there is not one day I regret what I’ve done. But, there are moments in which things get out of control and space is needed.”

On the outside, Y/L/N has always appeared to the masses as someone who never falters in her step. From her modelling debut when she was freshly 18 years old, turning herself into the face of Prada back in 2012 when the whole world wondered ‘Just who is this girl?’. It wasn't long before she delved into the acting world, with her first role in 2014 for the critically acclaimed film ‘The Grand Budapest Hotel’ as ‘Agatha’. Everyone loved her, wondering what her next move would be, so the whole world was shaken when just a year later she released an album. ‘Honeymoon’ took the world by a storm, with emotional lyrics that only added to the mystery of who she was, Pitchfork said “It's an album about love, but "love", as Y/L/N sings it, sounds like mourning. The romance here is closer to addiction—something that's sought for its ability to blot out the rest of life's miseries…”. Nobody knows who drove her to write this, but the speculations never stopped, not to this day. On the inside, however, she struggled to know who she really was.

She talks about not having the right skills to cope with the sudden fame, how overwhelming it all would really be. Still, she never stopped putting out new content for her fans. Nobody could forget the girl who despite all the luxury that surrounded her, uploaded vlogs to youtube about her life. No one could take away her raw authenticity.

Maybe that is why when in May of 2022 her posts on Instagram, Twitter and Youtube came to a sudden halt, fans wondered what happened to her. What made Y/N Y/L/N drop from the face of the earth? Why did she stop appearing everywhere? 

The talk never ceased, the world could not let go of the woman they had grown up with and learned to love over a decade ago. “It was weird seeing all those rumours while I battled to know who I was. I tried as hard as I could to drown it all out, so I uninstalled every single social media app I had. I ended my connection with the world to reconnect with myself.” She says. “It was hard, but it was truly what I had wanted for a while.”

Since she appeared in the spotlight, her relationships or lack of, has been questioned. “I watched my female peers struggle to get away from their love lives, how every interviewer didn't care for the projects they were in, but rather who they were with at the time.” She recalls. “I was in a relationship with who I thought was the love of my life, for almost 7 years. It is rather jarring coming to terms that sometimes people grow, and that you are the one that needs out of a relationship which is nothing short of special. My concept of love was tarnished by a guy who was older than me, and another guy who was just as immature as I was. So naturally, I was swept off my feet when suddenly, all I ever knew wasn't how I thought it was.” 

Even now, after the heartbreaking experience she went through, Y/L/N only has kind words to say about the man she loved. “He is a true gentleman, he knew me like no one else did. I guess, along the way, I stopped knowing myself. That was the problem.” She says. “How can someone else know me when I don't even know myself? I asked myself that a lot. I like to think I know myself better now, I learned how to love every part of me, and that was the most rewarding journey. It wasn’t his fault, but I couldn't love someone else without loving me first.”

Self Love is a very important part of her life now. She puts her well-being over her need to succeed, something that made her iconic, was destroying her slowly. “Being an ‘icon’ to many stuck me in a box. There was an underlying feeling of having to always outperform others and myself, it was exhausting and that was how I started losing sight of myself.”

When talking about her future projects, Y/L/N expressed that she was “taking her time”. No more would she be walked over and feel pressured to put out new content, opting for a more relaxed and controlled lifestyle. Though she once was everywhere everyday, she now hopes to be mentioned when she does something valuable and not when she is merely existing. 

“I do have an EP coming out. It is just four songs, but I wrote them alone, and they are my most special songs to date.” She says. “One thing I do not want happening is for people I care for to be harassed or accused of things they are not responsible for. Music is a creative outlet for me, it is never made with the intention to hurt anyone.” She adds. “‘things i wish you said’ is my favourite. It’s the first one I wrote after my breakup, which makes it the rawest out of all of them. I think that's why I like it so much, the other three were written in different periods of my life, some even years ago. It will be fun seeing everyone dissect them.”

She decided to keep the EP to just four songs because all the others were too personal or she decided to keep them for another time. “I’m sure the world would love to know all the nooks and crannies of my past relationship, but that is something I would like to keep between him and me. I am ready to move on from all the pain, to leave it all in the past. If people want to remain stuck there, that is their own choice, I choose to be free and continue growing.”

Y/L/N’s journey is far from finished. She has not even turned 30 yet, but she redirects her narrative because it just does not fit her anymore. She is not that young 18 year-old girl who knows nothing, but rather a 28 year-old woman “ready to move on” as she puts it. 

At that point in our conversation, her previously relaxed demeanour has only grown. With her legs tucked on the black leather couch she has in her wide living room, an arm resting on a deep magenta pillow, she is in her own space. Y/L/N smiles and pays attention to every question I ask, she has no qualms in sharing. Though she sometimes opted to give no comment about certain situations, not once did she feel offended or made me feel out of place. 

As our conversation came to an end, she gave me one final piece of advice: “Only you can decide what's best for you. Once you learn how to manage other people’s opinions, there is nothing that can truly stop you from being uniquely you. Love yourself, you have one life, why live it in misery?”

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yndanielenthusiast i will never forget when they both posted the same picture to hard launch their relationship

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[courseyoulovemeyoudontknowme]

X-Men Origins: Wolverine (2009, Gavin Hood)

03/08/2024

[robynsarchive]

[sunrisemill]

Welcome to my blog!! 😋🤭

About me ᯓᡣ𐭩

Hii!! My name is Millie but you can call me Mill/Mills. I’m from the Uk but more specifically Wales.

I’m new to writing so I might make some mistakes here and there but I hope it’ll still be enjoyable 😅 I’m a huge fan of music! (Big surprise)

I love sharing my favourite songs and just yapping away. I love Taylor swift, 5sos, Sabrina Carpenter, Madison Beer, Beabadoobee, Chappell Roan, Nessa Barrett, Frank ocean, Harry styles, Olivia Rodrigo, Gracie Abrams, Billie Eilish, Noah Kahan and MANY MORE.

My favourite YouTubers are the Sturniolo triplets (OBVIOUSLY) but I also love Kurtis Conner, Jacksepticeye, Sam and Colby, Daz games, Brittany broski (She is literally my bestie, she just doesn’t know it!) and Danny Gonzalez.

My hobbies are painting, writing, reading and I dabble in Photography (I might share some of my work from time to time.)

My inbox is open for absolutely anything and everything <33

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The little things: Pt.1 Pt.2

Daisy chains: Pt.1

From the start: Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Finale

[metalmonki]

My Upcoming WIPs!

You suddenly decided to take the leap with Don Flack on a whim. In less then a week you'll be living together, with a child and your father Mac Taylors disapproval. This is certainly not how your suppose to start a relationship.

Your a firefighter with the 118. Your engaged to Evan Buckley who you've been madly in love with for 4 years. Life is perfect. That is until a late night in the fire house sees a spark between you and your Captain Bobby Nash who happens to be a married man.

When the new firefighter in the house Eddie Diaz becomes best friends with your boyfriend Evan Buckley you can't help but notice a change in him. A bad change. Late nights and hushed conversations are just the beginning of this thrill ride.

[anaflcres]

Born To Die | Sonny Williams

“When I get out of here- No. When we get out of here,”

1/8 character board for my story “Born To Die”, a tcm fan fiction. coming soon.

[fleursbae]

midnights prompt list!

i've decided to make another prompt list based off my favorite songs from midnights, taylor swift’s álbum that came out last year, you can request any of these prompts via the ask button!

gentle reminder that i’m currently writing for: daniel ricciardo, charles leclerc, george russell, lewis hamilton and others! please check my guidelines before submitting.

lavender haze — talk your talk and go viral, i just need this love spiral

maroon — and i lost you, the one i was dancing with in new york

anti-hero — i wake up screaming from dreaming one day i'll watch as you're leaving ‘cause you got tired of my scheming

snow on the beach — i can’t speak afraid to jinx it

midnight rain — i guess sometimes we all get just what we wanted, just what we wanted and he never thinks of me

question…? — can i ask you a question? did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room?

labyrinth — uh oh, i’m falling in love. oh no, i'm falling in love again

karma — karma is the guy on the screen coming straight home to me

sweet nothing — all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

mastermind — what if i you none of it was accidental and the first night that you saw me, nothing was gonna stop me?

the great war — that was the night i nearly lost you, i really thought i lost you

paris — romance is not dead if you keep it just yours

high infidelity — do you really want to know where i was april 29th?

that’s it everyone! please, submit your prompt with the one person you would like! also, please let me know if you guys would like a prompt list based off speak now (since taylor’s version is coming in july!)

[connie-taylor]

i want to see ana as the final girl so bad. need to see her absolutely kick the shit out of johnny.

i know that they all die in canon as the game takes place prior to the movie, but i can dream.

pls forgive my writing, it's been a long time since i've really dabbled in writing anything and it's 3:30am so i know there is a ton of errors probably but i needed to get this out!

ur a real one if u peep the taylor swift lyric i included too lmao

"i've got you now, girl."

a moment ago, she was sure she was dead.

terrifingly strong hands had been wrapped around her throat, crushing her airway. she had panicked, her nails scratching desperately at her throat, drawing blood from her attacker. he had laughed loudly, taunting her as her feet kicked against the concrete wall, desperate to find footing. her vision had begun to swim before her eyes, the familiar sting of tears coating her lashes.

ana had let go of johnny's hands in her last moments of consciousness, grabbing blindly at the wall and window ledge behind her. the world had begun to fade to black, and a chill crept slowly across her body. her fingers had grazed something cold - it had stung as she clasped it tight in her hand, but the pain felt miles away. her eyes fluttering shut, she had swung the object as hard as she could in a last second attempt to live. a curse and hiss of pain slipped from johnny's lips, and she felt the brute force on her neck disappear.

ana fell to the floor hard, her knees buckling beneath her as she inhaled raggedly. gasping, the world around her spun, and dizziness threatened to send her fully to the ground. but the sound of johnny to her left sent adrenaline coursing through her. she rose on shaking feet, her vision clearing slowly.

johnny was on the ground in front of her, blood pooling from the side of his neck as his hands tried unsuccessfully to stop the bleeding. he was swearing and grunting in pain, trying to get to his feet when he saw her stand.

she was faster.

ana lunged at him, grabbing the knife he had terrorized her and her friends with for days from the ground beside him before he could properly sit up. she slammed into him, the knife sliding cleanly through his shoulder as he howled in pain. his hands flew from his neck onto her shoulders, trying to shove her back, but she ripped the knife free and swung again. the skin on his hand split open, a violent red crevice marred the calloused skin.

johnny's right hand grasped at the left, gasping in pain as the knife plunged into his forearm once, twice. ana rammed the blade back against his chest once more, the blow knocking the man backward, his head slamming down onto the cold floor of the slaughterhouse with a sickening crack. she didn't stop. her mind was clouded with the acts of cruelty she had seen him inflict on her friends.

the piercing shrieks from julie, bound at the wrists, hung from the basement rafters, as the group helplessly watched johnny circle her like prey, the blade of his knife dragging across her skin slowly.

the enraged curses from danny, spit and blood spewing from him lips as he swung, held up by thick rope tied around his hands as johnny slashed at his arms, his chest, his back.

the pleading whimpers from connie, arms and feet tied behind her back on the floor, as she begged him not to beat her anymore. the sickening thud of his boots meeting her back, her torso, the nauseating snap of her ribs fracturing.

the quiet cries of sonny who tried to keep his fear and pain hidden as he curled up in the corner of the room, arms wrapped tight as he tried to self sooth, blood oozing from a wound on his thigh.

the furious threats leland had spat at johnny the entire time, and the pained sobs as johnny beat him and drove his knife deep into his shoulder.

johnny had hurt her as well. her skin showed the signs of abuse - bruises bloomed across her skin, wounds scabbed over, some still trickling blood, and her entire body ached. despite this, her pain was the furthest thing from her mind. of course, she was angry at him for hurting her, but he had hurt her friends and her sister, and that was more than enough reason to want him dead.

ana straddled his torso and drove the knife downward as quickly as she could, in between his ribs. johnny moaned in pain, blood bubbling out of his mouth as he coughed, staring at the knife in surprise. she threw her arm back and brought the knife down again and again and again. he choked on his own blood. it coated his lips and teeth as he managed a sneer up at her. he looked almost impressed.

he spit to the side, thick red blood splattered onto the floor beside him as he turned his eyes back to her. a wet, raspy chuckle came from him as he watched her raise her blood-soaked arm again.

"sure you wanna go through with this? once you watch someone die, you ain't never the same after that," he mused, coughing again, a rattle of phlegm and blood spewing from his lips. ana's chest clenched tight as his words, a white hot burst of rage flashing before her eyes.

"like you said...family first, asshole!"

coated in dirt and bruises, her face and hair damp with blood (her own? her friends? johnnys?), she knew it had to be this way. her brown eyes were wild with hatred as she shrieked, plunging the knife down one final time. she forced it down into his chest with all the strength she could muster. she was small, but the grief and fury fueled her, and she twisted the knife, putting her entire weight onto the handle, as she raised herself up on her knees. johnny inhaled sharply once, his hands raised as if to pull the knife away before they collapsed at his side. his gutteral sounds stopped with a final, deep exhale. his head lulled to the side, and the life drained from his eyes.

ana watched, her chest rising and falling as she panted, exhausted by the exertion and the pain. she felt something well up deep inside of her when she realized he was gone. she cried out - wasn't this what she wanted, to take the life of the man who lured her sister to her demise, the man who tortured and hurt her friends? she knew that it was, yet her pain remained. her heart was broken, the despair so strong she felt it physically. she didn't know if anyone else was alive, they had been separated after the first few days, and she hadn't seen them since they broke out of the basement at the house - the last she had heard was her friends fighting with the monsters who had held them captive as johnny had chased her from the home.

her stomach lurched as she shakily stood, coughing up bile and stomach acid as she staggered away from johnny's body. she wiped her mouth with the back of her arm, only to feel warmth on her lips. she glanced down at her trembling hands, and her stomach rolled again. her arm was slick with dark blood, and she quickly used the bottom of her shirt to wipe her mouth clean. the nausea remained, but there was nothing left in her to expel. the family had kept them starving and dehydrated, had weakened them in the basement. ana swallowed the lump in her throat as she stepped out of the sliding metal door of the slaughterhouse, into the downpour outside. the rain fell straight down in a heavy torrent, drenching her in seconds. the tear streaks in the blood on her face slowly disappeared as the water washed over her.

numb, her vision blurred with rain and her tears as she stumbled down the concrete steps. as her feet touched the ground, she collapsed into the mud, a sob wrenched from her chest. the dirt around her became tinged red in seconds as the blood ran off of her body. she felt a hot burning deep within her chest, as if she held an inferno inside of her. the reality out here was far too cruel to handle on her own. she felt as though she were dying. her hand clutched at her chest as she sobbed, her head lowered, wet hair obscuring the horrific landscape around her. her lip quivered, and she suddenly felt so small and so alone - this had been all her fault.

it's all your fault, ana.

her mind betrayed her, and the guilt slammed into her as she knelt in the mud, curled up, small, like a wounded animal. maria had already been gone for so long. why hadn't she gone to look for her sooner? why had she held on to any hope of finding her alive, finding her safe, somehow tucked away with a friend she made while taking photos? how stupid she felt. how did she let any of this happen? all she wanted was to find maria, to bring her home and back to the people who loved her.

instead, selfishly, she had led her friends straight into the hands of the devil.

it was as if a dam broke inside her. everything she had held in - for her mother, for herself, for her friends - since maria disappeared was ripped out of her. the reality came crashing down as she struggled to inhale, only to be met almost painfully with gasping, suffocating sobs. it was all too much. she wasn't strong enough for this. she was barely eighteen, still felt like a child. her fingers grasped at her chest as if she were attempting to tear her misery out from inside. throat raw, her battered body shuddered with each violent wail, drowned out by the sheet of rain that fell around her.

lost in insurmountable grief, she barely heard the cry of relief or the soft, uneven footsteps that approached her. barely felt the gentle hand on her exposed shoulder. faintly, ana heard worried murmurs and pained, labored breathing. she felt a million miles away from herself, hidden away in a dark corner in the back of her mind. as if she were watching a film through her own eyes. she vaguely registered the feeling of strong, wide arms wrapping around her in a warm, reassuring embrace.

her initial panic at the contact dimmed as the blood rushing in her ears began to slow, her head lifting as she squinted through the rain. several figures surrounded her, some leaned on each other, some stood alone, and two kneeled down in front of her. she couldn't focus, couldn't make out what was being said to her. the words ran together into an unintelligible mumble, but the voice was familiar, gentle, comforting. ana tried to reply, her throat hoarse, her mouth far too dry to form words. she licked her cracked lips and tried to speak again. the voices told her to save her energy, asked if she could stand. the one on her left said they thought they could carry her. she knew those voices anywhere. she blinked away the rain and tears desperate to see them, and let out another sob, this time of relief and happiness, as their faces swam into view.

her friends were alive... but what was left of them?

[alittlebitofeverythang]

So, the devs alluded to the fact that Maria had met Johnny before he kidnapped her so, this little thing I’m making will be a little series. Adding on to the last story I made about the day she was kidnapped, this is before he took when she supposedly met a handsome stranger. We also say she is slowly stalked by the stranger before he takes her.

⚠️ warning there is discrimination in this and some language and sexual advances. ⚠️

Jonny’s little Angel

His eyes scanned the room, though the bar was barely lit, Johnny still knew in the sea of faces, none of them were new. Same ol’ people he’d seen before. He’d be lyin’ if he said he wasn’t feeling a slight bit of annoyance in his chest. “Well ain’t that a real bitch.” He huffed under his breath bringing the bottle of beer up to his lips. The bottle and its contrasts had long lost its chill. The now warm liquid burned a bit as it rushed down. Something Johnny had come to be familiar with. He wetted his lips, setting the bottle down on the wooden table with a soft clink. A thought crossed his mind, a fight. That could itch that sweet spot that’s been unsatisfied for the past few days. However, the drive to start a fight left as soon as it came. Johnny sighed leaning back in the booth, his head angled upward to the light that hung above the table. He let out a breath. “Alright.” He said to aloud quietly, an agreement with himself to leave. Taking. A last swig of the bottle he got up, rolled his shoulders, and headed out the door.

The night was warm, not too much of a difference from the Texas heat during the day. His..well- Drayton’s white truck was parked just across the street, lights were far and few on the streets itself. A true and perfect setup for trouble of his making. Just as he inserted his keys I. The door his ear p kids up on something. A voice. Voices. An argument? “Please, I just need one night. Surely you can make an exception for me. I apologize, I know it’s really late but it’s just one night.” Johnny’s eyes roam to the hotel that sat to the right of the antique shop he parked in front of. The woman has a fairly thick accent. “Listen, lady, those rooms are for special guests coming tomorrow.” He couldn’t see the woman’s face but he could only imagine. “I understand that but, check out is at 10 am and you said that those guests won’t be here until 5pm tomorrow. This is also the only hotel open this late.” The woman reminded him politely. “I know what I told you, but I don’t want the likes of you here.” The woman went silent for a moment. Johnny began walking over in no rush really. This was the most interesting thing he’d seen all night. “Excuse me?” *her tone was no longer friendly, her fist clenched at her side. “Why would you refuse me? Two, what do you mean “the likes of me”? I have done nothing to you.”

Johnny approached with a charming smile before his ungloved calloused hands caressed her arm the woman gasped startled before whipping around to face him. “Hi darlin.” For a fleeting moment Johnny wondered how his touch felt to her. Did she like it? “Um, hello.” The woman was captivating to say the least. Pretty face, round hazel eyes, elegant hair that framed her face just right. Johnny’s eyes wander down, well equipped with the ballistics too. She frowned, his gaze not going unnoticed. “Can I help you?” She questioned apprehensively. Johnny chuckled, “sorry darlin’, I jus happen to notice you look stressed. This old man giving you trouble?” Johnny pointed to the guy with his thumb. “What’s the problem?” He asked. “This…” she looked at the man “culo arrogante, has a room that won’t be used until tomorrow afternoon but says he won’t let “someone like me” as he put it, in the room.” She shot him a nasty glare. Johnny’s eyes shifted to focus on the man. Bert. Johnny knew him well. Hotel rooms are his go to often on nights like this. “Now that ain’t no way to treat a lady now is it? Especially when it's mine.” The woman’s look of confusion was prevalent in her features. He winked at her. Bert’s face was beyond angry, steam was practically coming out of his ears. “That’s a load of bull-“ Johnny interrupted him slamming his hand in the glass, obstructing Bert’s view of the woman. “Oh Bert, are we really gonna have a problem? Cause…” Johnny’s voice went lower and quiet. A voice that threatened violence. “I can fix it.” Not a treat, a promise. The stare off didn’t happen for long before Bert began ringing up the room that Johnny gladly paid for. He relaxed and draped an arm around the woman’s shoulder. “Room 13.” Bert slid the key through the semi circle in the glass window. As Johnny began to walk with his arm still around her Bert grumbled. “You just go with any ol desperate bitch.” The woman stopped abruptly turning her head to face Bert about to say something, “Aht, you’d better not. You might make me do somethin’ I won’t regret. Johnny warned using his index finger to turn her head back forward. Her cheek was very soft. “What do you mean by that?” She questioned trying to pull away. Johnny’s grip tightened pulling her back before leaning down to whisper in her ear. “Darlin, ya gotta play the part to keep the room. Quite frankly, I’d beat the hell outa him if he disrespected you again.” Johnny wasn't totally honest, the truth was, he’d beat Bert just for trying to go up against him.

Room 13, Johnny had the keys in hand and unlocked the door swinging it open. “After you sweetheart,” he gestured to the room. She looked at him, her brows furrowed, “you don’t plan on coming in do you?” He locked eyes with her for a moment. Thinking. He considered doing a hit and run. All he had to do was charm the poor thing. “I didn’t catch ya name sweetie.” She seemed hesitant before a small smile graced her lips. “Maria.” The way she said her own name made his heart stutter. The name. It fit. “Maria” he repeated. “Well, Maria-“ Johnny leaned against the doorframe giving her a charming smile. “You can call me Johnny.” She gave him a small nod, her smile becoming more prevalent. “Nice to meet you Johnny. Thank you for helping me out.” Mercy, the way his name sounded on her lips was nothing short of a symphony. “Of course darlin’ I can't imagine bein’ out here all by your lonesome and bein’ treated like that. Not very kind.” He commented, she seems susceptible to suggestions. “So, Maria, ya gonna let me stay the night? You know, for insurance, and…maybe you’d be interested in…” Johnny met Maria’s hazel eyes again. “Jumpin’ some bones as they say.” Maria quirked an eyebrow, “I’m sorry, but no thanks. I happen to have a boyfriend who is the light of my life. Who is the only man I would choose.” Johnny went silent the smile fading. She said no? Who ever says no to Johnny? No woman has ever said no to Johnny. Why was she any different? Boyfriend or not? Hell, he’d been with a few scandals here and there. In that moment Johnny made a vow to himself and the angel in front of him. He’d have her. One day. Down how. Not sure when, but he’d make sure of it. “Alright, I respect that. You have a good night darlin’.” He tipped his hat. His calm words betraying the anger and intrigue that burned indie his chest. She gave him a polite nod. “Buenas noches.” She said before closing the door. Johnny pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with his zippo lighter. Soon Maria. Soon.

(I’m still working on learning how to make things hue and saturate. But I have the og and the other version.

[onekisstotakewithme]

"this is me trying" (taylor swift) // "Institutional Memory" (7x22)

[kimis-gloves]

welcome to my blog!!

here i just like to post about twinky pretty men that go vroom

find more about me here! :)

driver list!!

- Oscar Piastri

- Charles Leclerc

- Lando Norris

- Daniel Ricciardo

- Sebastian Vettel

- Max Verstappen

- Kimi Antonelli

- Carlos Sainz

- Kimi Raikkonen

ships i follow!

- landoscar 🧡🥹

-ChOscar?? LePastry??!!???? girl idk

- lestappen :3

- maxiel 💙 (thanks to 33max’s fics)

- maxoscar 😍‼️

masterlist

!! my ao3 is pastrys_81 !!

thats all!! i love the tumblr community and im so excited to connect with like minded people:3

[turbomnstr]

WHEN SHOULD I DROP MY NEW ALBUM !!!!?

[greatbigolhampuckjustforme]

DP x Taylor Swift Lyrics

Song: Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me?

Lyrics:

“So I leap from the gallows and I levitate down your street Crash the party like a record scratch as I scream, ‘Who’s afraid of little old me?!’ You should be.” “I was tame, I was gentle ‘til the circus life made me mean Don’t you worry, folks, we took out all her teeth” “Say they didn’t do it to hurt me But what if they did?” “I wanna snarl and show you just how disturbed this has made me”

Notes: TW: gore, murder, reference to medical torture

Please please please listen to this song, it’s probably my very favourite ts song. It makes me go feral every single time

Idea: This one got a little out of hand so you can read it on AO3

[katherinewinchester13]

0A few years had gone and come around

We were sitting at our favorite spot in town

And you looked at me, got down on one knee

Take me back to the time when we walked down the aisle

Our whole town came and our mamas cried

You said "I do" and I did too

Take me home where we met so many years before

We'll rock our babies on that very front porch

After all this time, you and I

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SHIPS 💚

Steve McGarrett/Danny "Danno" Williams

Kono Kalakaua/Adam Noshimuri

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DESCRIPTION

It's the middle of the night when Steve whispers to Danny, "Hey, Danno? You awake?"

Now, Steve calls him 'Danno' for three reasons: one, he needs Danny to 'book 'em'; two, he's teasing him; and three, there's something serious he needs to say. They're in bed, so no one's getting booked and they haven't said anything in the past several hours (of Danny going in and out of sleep and Steve being... Steve), so Danny doubts he's getting teased.

Which means Steve has something serious to say.

"Please don't ask me if water is wet to fish. It's too late for that, Steven," Danny says, trying to break the tension he already feels building in himself. Steve snickers, a puff of breath behind Danny's neck.

"Nah, I was saving that for the morning," Steve responds. And then, "But seriously."

"What?" Danny asks, wary.

"Uh, well. I think..." Steve trails off and Danny hears him take a breath to steel himself. "I want a baby."

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[gh0stface-k1sser]

(He’s absolutely not straight but we can ignore that part ok)