[loverangels]

LIGHTS. CAMERA. ACTION..

: ̗̀➛welcome to my blog!

ᴶᵘˡᵉˢ.˚ ᡣ𐭩. child of aphrodite. ᵐᵒᵛᶦᵉ ᵃᵈᵈᶦᶜᵗ. infp. ᵍᵉᵐᶦⁿᶦ. slytherin. ᵖᵉʳᶜʸ ʲᵃᶜᵏˢᵒⁿˢ ᵍᶦʳˡᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈ ⁽ⁿᵒᵗ ᶜˡᶦᶜᵏᵇᵃᶦᵗ⁾. ᵐᵃʳᵛᵉˡ ⁿᵉʳᵈ. west 22nds number one fangirl. peter parker enthusiast. ᵗᶦᵐᵒᵗʰᵉᵉ ᶜʰᵃˡᵃᵐᵉᵗˢ ˡᵒᵛᵉʳ. ᶠʸᶦᵈᵒʳ ᵈᵒˢᵗᵒᵉᵛˢᵏʸ ʳᵉᶦⁿᶜᵃʳⁿᵃᵗᵉ. ᵏᵃᵗ ˢᵗᵃⁿᶠᵒʳᵈ ˡᵒᵛᵉʳ. ᵇᵒᵒᵏ ᵃᵈᵈᶦᶜᵗ. ᵐʸᵗʰᵒˡᵒᵍʸ ⁿᵉʳᵈ. malcolm todd addict.

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ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᶦⁿᵉʳ ʳᵘˡᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵒⁿˢ ˢᵒᶜᶦᵃˡˢ

if he likes me, takes me home...

[loverangels]

I'm literally such a fat liar to u guys I swear every time I say I'm going to lock in and make fics I literally have the fattest writers block ever or something comes uppp I just need people to interact with on here atp

[loverangels]

soooo tempted to post a face reveal with some of the yummy pics I took 😛

[loverangels]

wait what is sixth form? and im so confused bc you said you went to college?...

a sixth form is basically what you go to in England after you've finished GCSES which are these big exams that determine where you go to pursue the rest of your education when you're 16. You can either go to a sixth form which consists of 16-18 year olds or college where it's people from any age over 16. I go to a college but I also use the term sixth form so people get that I'm not talking about a university but a college in the UK!!

[loverangels]

guys im two weeks late for my period and im craving lemon sherberts SOOO bad....

[loverangels]

finally got it after three weeks.....better late than never?

[loverangels]

can somebody just buy me a court of mist and fury thanks.

[loverangels]

no mom i'm not going to eat today i need to buy a new book

[loverangels]

blocked your number on my phone! Shot my heart with novocaine! I feel nothing 4 u! Nothing 4 uuuu!!!!!!!

[loverangels]

wtf i just looked through my blog and all the scheduled fics that i've posted all have 0 notes like can you guys see them because wtf??

[honeythesweetest]

im a fucking angel.

[loverangels]

guys im two weeks late for my period and im craving lemon sherberts SOOO bad....

[honeythesweetest]

[loverangels]

so i got an ask for someone requesting a timothee chalamet sick fic and just as i was about to write it i accidentally clicked on their blog and as i scrolled realised they have a fetish for sickness....

[loverangels]

Can you do Luke Castellan biker au like he’s your long time neighbor but you two never spoke until he offers you a ride

luke castellan x fem!reader- biker au

a/n: loved writing this idea!- can you tell I was listening to break up witth your girlfriend im bored whilst writing this 🙈

You’d seen Luke Castellan around for years. Same street, just across the road, the house with the old oak tree and the motorcycle parked out front that always seemed to be half taken apart, then somehow running perfectly the next morning. He was the kind of guy people watched without meaning to.

You two had never actually spoken. Just polite nods when you took the bins out or caught each other’s eye on the walk back from work. But you knew him - the way neighbours know each other. The way you knew he left early most mornings, came back late, and was always fixing that bike with music too loud.

He probably knew you too. Enough to notice the boyfriend, Dylan, who came and went with a voice that carried through thin walls. You’d seen Luke glance over sometimes when Dylan’s temper bled out onto your porch. He never said anything, but the look said plenty.

Tonight was supposed to be different. You’d told yourself that, anyway. Dinner reservations, candles, a chance for Dylan to “make things up to you.” So you got ready like you meant it. Black slip dress, soft curls, the good perfume, the one you’d been saving for when he might actually look at you like you were worth the effort.

He didn’t show.

One drink turned into two. The waiter started giving you those pitying smiles that make your stomach turn. Then the candle burned out, and he cleared his throat and said, so kindly it almost hurt, “Sorry, miss, we’ll need the table for another party.”

You mumbled something about it being fine. It wasn’t. By the time you stepped out into the night, the chill hit your bare shoulders like punishment. You tried not to cry. Tried to tell yourself you’d laugh about it tomorrow. You made it about halfway through that pep talk before your chest gave in and the tears came anyway, hot and angry and quiet.

You were sitting on the curb outside the restaurant, trying to blot your mascara with a napkin, when the low rumble of an engine rolled in behind you. Familiar- the kind of sound you’d been hearing every evening since you moved in. You turned your head, and sure enough, there he was.

Luke pulled up to the curb, the headlight cutting through the dark. He killed the engine, swung a leg off the bike, and pulled off his helmet, shaking his hair out with a casual toss that would’ve been funny if you weren’t trying not to sob.

“Hey,” he said, voice rough with concern. “You alright?”

You sniffed, laughed weakly. “Not really.”

He crouched a little to catch your eyes. “You waiting for someone?”

You let out a bitter breath. “Was. I got stood up.”

His mouth tightened, that easy grin gone. “Let me guess, Dylan?”

You blinked. “You know him?”

He huffed. “Hard not to. I live across the street, remember? Hard to miss when he’s yelling at you loud enough for the whole block to hear.”

Your face burned. “You heard that?”

He shrugged. “Yeah. Heard too much, honestly.” Then, softer, “didn’t like it.”

You didn’t know what to say to that, so you just looked down at your hands, your nails still perfect, your lipstick smudged. “Guess I look kinda pathetic right now.”

Luke shook his head. “You look like someone who deserved a better night.” His eyes flicked over you, lingering just long enough to make your stomach flip. “All dressed up, nowhere to go. That’s a waste.”

You gave a wet laugh. “Story of my life.”

He nodded toward the bike. “Come on. I’ll take you home.”

You blinked. “I—Luke, that’s really nice, but you don’t have to. I can call an Uber or—”

“I said I’ll take you.” His tone left no room for argument, but it wasn’t harsh, just steady. He held out his helmet. “You don’t have to walk home alone, okay?”

You hesitated, then took it. His fingers brushed yours- warm, rough, steady, and for a second, you forgot about everything else. He adjusted the strap under your chin with a quiet focus, muttering, “there. That’s better.”

The ride home was a blur of wind and streetlights. The city passed in streaks of gold and shadow, your hands gripping the sides of his jacket while your heart hammered from something that wasn’t fear. He didn’t say much, just drove like he knew exactly how to make you feel safe.

When you finally pulled into your street, the night was quieter than usual. He parked out front of your house and got off first, offering you a hand. You took it.

Luke didn’t let go right away. “You shouldn’t have to deal with that,” he said quietly. “Dylan treating you like that. Standing you up. Yelling at you. You deserve better than some asshole who doesn’t even show up.”

Your throat tightened again, but this time, not from sadness. “thanks,” you whispered. “for the ride. For… everything.”

He smiled then, a small, genuine one. “for the record,” he said, stepping a little closer, “that guy never deserved you. Not on his best day.”

You met his eyes. They were warm and steady and a little dangerous.

Then, before you could say anything else, he backed away , putting the helmet back on, voice muffled but still easy. “get some sleep, yeah? And, uh… if you ever want a real ride, you know where I live.”

He started the bike, the engine rumbling low and smooth, and pulled off down the street, taillight glowing red against the dark.

You stood there for a long moment, dress still perfect, heart not quite sure what it was doing. Then you smiled to yourself, small, sure.

Safe to say, you were breaking up with your boyfriend.

[loverangels]

oh my god im so stupid i just realised i completely forgot to do any of my assignments and i cant do them yesterday since im hanging out with my best friend so i have to cram it all on monday

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i was lowkey having an existential crisis over not revising this entire week for three assessments on the week after this following week and 2 assignments for tuesday including an essay before realising im gonna end up dying so its not that big of a deal

[elijahhewsonswifelol]

the marauders robbed the louvre btw

[loverangels]

never too niche to understand this